Authors Showcase: Christmas Is Murder by Carolyn Arnold
December 4, 2014
The Book: Christmas Is Murder
The Author: Carolyn Arnold
The Story: Albany’s the perfect image of a winter wonderland, and Sean and Sara’s friend Jimmy is going to be Santa Claus for the upcoming Christmas parade. The trees and decorations have been selected and the gifts have been purchased. The season has truly cast its magical spell–until Sean and Sara’s neighbors die in a horrible house fire.
While the fire department ruled holiday-related hazards as the cause, Sara suspects there’s more to it. Her determination to find the truth has her and Sean toeing the line between what’s legal and what’s not.
As they sort out fact from fiction, the McKinleys make the final decision about whether or not they should open a private investigation firm.
Christmas is Murder is a touching–and comical–seasonal drama. Stoke the fire and top up that glass of eggnog.
About Carolyn Arnold:
Carolyn Arnold’s love for writing dates back to her teen years, but her passion was reignited in 2006 when a fellow employee said “tell me a story.” Since then Carolyn has never looked back.
Carolyn was born in 1976 in a rural town of Ontario, Canada. She is a member of Crime Writers of Canada and lives with her husband, and two beagles in a city near Toronto.
For more information on the author visit www.carolynarnold.net
An Excerpt from Christmas Is Murder:
Sara leaned forward to kiss him, but stopped when sirens rocked the house. Any flashing lights that would have accompanied them were diluted due to the snow and the distance of their house from the road.
Sara put her hand on Sean’s chest and he drew back.
He looked out the window. “Fire trucks. It’s probably nothing, Sara.”
There was that feeling whelming up within her gut. Something terrible had happened. Was it her parents?
“Please, darling.” She grabbed her mobile phone off the coffee table and dialed her mother’s cell.
“Pick up. Pick up.”
Sean was watching her with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure if he suspected something was terribly wrong too, or if it was her adrenaline getting him going.
Three rings. No answer.
She felt the blood drain from her face. Her legs buckled beneath her.
“Sara.” Sean rushed the few feet to her and helped her right her balance. “What is it?”
“Something awful has hap—”
“Mom, as soon as you get this message, call me.”
“Sweetheart?” Sean put his hands on her arms as she lowered the phone.
The sirens had stopped. They hadn’t gone that far down the street.
“We have to—” She took his hand and led him to the door. “Mom didn’t answer her cell. You know how I get feelings sometimes?” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I have one now. Those fire trucks were for someone we know.”
“You’re thinking your parents were in an accident?”
“I don’t know, Sean, but I need to find out.” She pulled her coat from the hook and slipped into her boots. Sean dashed into the garage after her.
She inhaled the air. “I smell fire.”
They ran out of the bay and stopped, standing there for several seconds, as if frozen to their driveway, noses to the wind, snowflakes melting on their skin.
“The Wilsons,” she said.
They rounded the bend and had a relative line of sight to their neighbor’s property. Only partially obscured by bare tree branches, it was easy to discern the swirling of colored lights.
She trudged through the snow, ignoring Sean’s pleas behind her. The sky was full of billowing gray smoke and it propelled her all the more. She reached the Wilsons’ drive, nearly spilling onto it from her forward momentum.
A couple firemen were spraying through the main window. The rumble of the fire engine and the water pump added to the nightmarish scene.