Lara Nance, Author of Memories of Murder

I’d like to welcome my first guest author, Lara Nance. Her first book, Memories of Murder, came out in March.  Let’s get to know her better…

RIW: Tell us a little bit about yourself.

LN: Right now, I’m a nurse practitioner. I live on my sailboat with my hubby and our dog in Norfolk, Virginia. I write in every spare minute I can find, hoping eventually to make that my full time job.

RIW: How long have you been writing?

LN: I started writing in 1985, but didn’t get serious about being published until about 3 years ago.

RIW: What is/are your favorite genre/s?

LN: I love sci-fi and fantasy, as well as mysteries and thrillers the most. But I sample all the genres at one time or another.

RIW: Who are your favorite authors?

LN: Frank Herbert, who wrote Dune, my favorite book of all time. I also like George R.R. Martin, John Grisham, Jane Austin, Georgette Heyer, Anne McAffrey…yep, a wide variety!

RIW: When do you get your best writing done?

LN: After dinner. I put on my headphones and listen to music while my hubby watches TV and write until it’s time for bed.

RIW: What is a typical day like for you?

LN: Get up, go to work at the day job, come home, spend time with the hub, have dinner and write.

RIW: What else have you published?

LN: In addition to Memories of Murder which came out in March, Crescent Moon Press will be releasing Dealers of Light in May.

RIW: If you went to “that God-forsaken rock the Moon,” what one special thing would you take

LN: My Samsung Tablet.

RIW: Tell us about your current book. 

LN: It’s a paranormal romance about a witch who gives up her powers after a traumatic event. She’s also a nurse practitioner, like me J. Then she struggles with that decision when she ends up working in a place that was built on the site of an old insane asylum and an evil spirit from the past starts killing people.

Tag Line : A bewitching paranormal romance

RIW: How can we reach you?

Website: http://www.laranance.com

Blog: http://laranance.blogspot.com

E-Mail: mailto:lara@laranance.com

Buy Link:

http://www.crescentmoonpress.com/books/MemoriesOfMurder.html

Blurb:

After Maeve renounces her powers as a witch and moves to Virginia to start a new life, the last thing she expects to see is a man jump to his death the second she gets out of her car. She also doesn’t expect to fall in love with the town’s sexy sheriff, Paul, the son of one of her Alzheimer patients. Unfortunately, as their relationship intensifies, so does the energy of the malicious presence haunting the old asylum whose ruins lie beneath where Maeve works.

When a century old journal with ties to the asylum’s long forgotten cemetery surfaces, Maeve must conquer her inner demons and harness the magic she’s denied in order to stop the murders. If she doesn’t, she and Paul may be the phantom asylum killer’s next victims.

Excerpt:

Copyright © 2011 Lara Nance
All rights reserved — a Crescent Moon Press publication

"Ready?" Maeve found Paul sitting in the foyer near the Golden Acres entrance. He had changed out of his uniform into black slacks, a white Polo shirt, and a tan raw silk blazer.

"Yes, let's go. I'm in the Range Rover over there." Paul pointed.

The tingle of excitement had returned upon seeing him. She walked to her car, a little breathless. Hopefully they could talk about more than ghosts and evil spirits tonight. She'd shut herself off from others since the attack, filled with guilt and fear. But she was desperate to get over the closed-off feeling that lingered and to connect emotionally to others.

She followed Paul's car past the guardhouse, down the winding road alongside the mountain, and into downtown Rolling Gap. The view over the ravine to her right took her breath away. Jagged rocks interspersed with mountain laurel and cedar trees made a spectacular combination.

Paul sped away from her, going faster and faster. She frowned. Was he showing off? If so, it wasn't funny. It was dangerous. Two of his wheels came off the road around a turn. When the tires landed back on the pavement, the brake lights remained red, but his car went faster. Her heart nearly stopped. Something had to be wrong with his car.

She increased her speed as much as she dared and lost her breath when he skidded around another curve, almost losing control. He could be killed! Instinct took control. Raising one hand from the wheel, she strained her fingers outward. She recited the words of old, and a silvery stream of mist flew from her hand. A sheen of perspiration dotted her upper lip as she twisted her fingers, melding strands of magical gossamer together to form a web that attached to Paul's car. She pulled back on the strands and kept the vehicle from sliding off the edge of the ravine. Her voice grew louder. She tried to direct the path of the car with the web, but only managed to slow it. The best she could manage was to force the SUV into a tree to completely halt its progress.

She skidded to a stop beside him, jumped out, and ran to his door. Clouds of dust swirled up around them. He clutched both arms around the wheel, and a small cut on his forehead oozed blood. She wrenched open the door, and he tumbled out, keeping a hand on his arm as he looked back at his car.

"What the..."

"Paul, get in my car. Now. We have to get out of here."

"The brakes just gave out on my truck. But I don't know how it stopped."

"That's not what happened. You have to trust me. We have to get away from this place," she pleaded.

He hesitated a second, then slammed his door shut and pushed her toward the driver's side. He climbed into the passenger seat.

"Go." He barked out the order with one hand on the dash.

He groaned and touched his head. She put the car in gear and hit the accelerator. She was glad he didn't question the need for urgency or where she was taking him. She couldn't explain anything until they were safely inside the protective barrier the Gems had spelled around her cabin.

They were only five minutes from her place, but it felt like an eternity getting there. She flew up the dirt road and skidded to a stop at the front door. Her mind reeled over what had just occurred. There was no denying she had her powers back, and she was grateful her witch instincts had taken control. If she had paused to think, Paul would be dead. But how had the binding broken?

"Maeve, wait a minute..."

"Come on." She frantically pulled him inside the cabin, slammed the door shut, and took a deep breath. Liadan gazed up at her.

"Damn it, Maeve, what happened?" He spun her around to face him. His fingers dug into her upper arms.

"Come in, Paul. Sit down, and I'll try to explain." She breathed a sigh of relief as the grip on her arms relaxed. He followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa. She ran into the bathroom for the first aid kit and her medical bag.

She knelt before him, cleaned the wound on his forehead, and put a Band-Aid on it, even though he tried to brush away her ministrations. Then she checked his eyes and neurological status. No sign of cranial injury other than the small cut. Pulse was up, but then, so was hers. He had not sustained a serious injury. She had been so afraid the vehicle was going too fast when she moved it to crash into the tree, but it appeared he hadn't hit his head very hard.

"My brakes gave out completely, and yet somehow my vehicle stopped. I don't understand it."

"I know, I know. Just..."

"I'm not stupid. This is almost exactly what happened to my father today."

She nodded.

"You agree?" His brows went up.

"Yes, I do. And if I'm right, the same thing caused both accidents."

She imagined the thoughts that must be running through his head. She had to tell him everything now. If she didn't, he would be dead in the next few days. He needed protection.

She stood up. "Want a glass of wine? This is going to be a long conversation."

"Since I was just nearly killed, how about some whisky?" He fell back against the sofa. Liadan put her paws on his chest and licked his face.

Maeve walked into the kitchen, trying to figure out how she'd gotten her powers back. It dawned on her that the morning after the Gems had arrived, her tea was not in its regular spot on the counter. She'd assumed her mother had only been cleaning, but apparently she'd also switched the contents of the jar to non-spelled tea.

She reached into the cabinet for the tea container and looked at it, shaking her head, then laughed. Never had she been so glad for the Gems meddling in her life. She threw it in the trash and returned to the living room with glasses, red wine, and a small bottle of George Dickel, missing a few sips. "Here you go."

He took the whiskey and tossed back a shot, then poured another glass, which he held between his hands. "So, what is it that tried to kill me and my father today?"

"You're not going to believe me at first, but if you'll hear me out, I think I have a pretty good case."

He gestured with one hand for her to begin.

"Everything I've seen and heard, all the information in the journal, points to the presence of an evil spirit. I believe it's the spirit of Dr. Colton Carterage."

Paul stared at her for several moments. "You're serious."

"Completely." She poured herself a glass of red wine from the freshly opened bottle and sat in the chair across from him. A tingle of energy floated in the air. She recognized a witch cat at work. She tried desperately not to laugh at Liadan working her little cat magic on him, licking his face, nuzzling his chest, pushing her paws against his arm. He couldn't have known what was happening, but darling LiLi was removing the mists of doubt from Paul's eyes.

Maeve explained about patients in the dementia unit seeing the ghosts of people described in the book. She told him about the white deer and why the limb had fallen. When she came to the part she dreaded most, she looked at LiLi, and the cat complied. She curled up in his lap, purring, increasing the intensity of her witchy magic to strengthen his belief.

"There's one more thing you need to know. My mother, my aunts...and me...we're witches."