Novel Gems ~ 10-30-12 ~ Killing Secrets by Karen Docter

Welcome to Novel Gems ~ Killing Secrets 10-30-12!

I love to sneak a peek into a writer friend’s developing novel. It’s just so much fun watching their story grow and getting the inside scoop.  So every Tuesday until I finish my romantic suspense, Killing Secrets, I’ll share a gem with you ~ a couple of sentences, several paragraphs of a pivotal scene, or a phrase that just made me sigh or laugh out loud or scares me or…well, you get the picture.

A bit of set up for today’s gem….

Heroine’s ex-husband is a con man who will to do just about anything to get what he wants. He’s been blackmailing a doctor of his acquaintance for years…and that’s all you’re getting! 🙂

Happy Reading!


Killing Secrets by Karen Docter

Entering the room, Greg wandered aimlessly, relaxed.  He was in his element now.  This was a game he’d mastered.  “I need money for a project.”  He stopped to peer into a boxy machine that looked like a microwave but probably cost several hundred thousand dollars.  Money he would have put to better use.

“Don’t touch that!”  Simon rushed toward him but stopped abruptly three feet away.

Pleased the man was more worried about getting too close to him than the possible loss of his equipment Greg picked up a large bottle of ethyl alcohol from a corner shelf and scanned the flammable warning label.  Looking up, he repeated his demand.  “I want money.”

“I’m not a freaking bank, Bishop!”  He shook his head.  “I won’t fund any more of your cons.  Return to a life of crime on your own dime.”

“Ah!  I see the gloves are off.”  Hefting the alcohol bottle absently in one hand he set it on the counter and studied Simon like he was an odd new specimen that defied logic.  The man had grown a set of balls since he last saw him.  An interesting development.  Not that it made a damned bit of difference.  “Who said this is for a con?”

It didn’t take long for enlightenment to hit.  “I won’t give you money to go chasing after Felicia either.  Leave her alone.  Haven’t you done enough damage?”

“I’ll say when it’s enough!”  Rage rose like a tsunami inside him again.  Huge.  Uncontrolled.  He picked up a metal tray and threw it at a nearby wall so hard it dug a chunk out of the plaster before it fell to the floor, scuttled partway under a piece of equipment, and lay still.


The shock on Simon’s face was just what Greg needed to calm down.  Get the money.  Stick to the plan.

He eyed the large bottle of alcohol on the counter with renewed interest.  One of the first things he’d learned growing up was that intimidation went a long way when opponents were unevenly matched.  Simon Forrester Vanhouten the Third had never faced anything more traumatic than arriving unfashionably late to one of his wife’s dinner parties.  He had no idea what a man was capable of when it came to survival.

….see you next Tuesday with another NOVEL GEM!

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