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Cold-Blooded

by Lisa Regan

 

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GENRE: Mystery/Suspense

 

About the Book

Fourteen years ago, high school track star Sydney Adams was gunned down in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. The investigation yielded useless clues, and the case went cold. But homicide detective Augustus Knox never gave up on finding Sydney’s killer. Now, retired from the police force and with only months to live, he enlists the help of private investigator Jocelyn Rush to clear the case once and for all. Armed with little more than a theory as to who murdered Sydney, Jocelyn tries to lure a killer into the open. But unraveling the mystery means facing off against a cunning psychopath whose ruthlessness knows no bounds. When more bodies start to pile up, Jocelyn has to decide just how far she’s willing to go to catch a cold-blooded killer.

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Cash waited until the door closed behind her before stepping toward Jocelyn. Her heart rate ticked up a beat. She made a conscious effort not to back away from him. She’d killed more formidable foes than him, she reminded herself. Plus Inez, Anita, and Trent were right inside.

“How could you do that?” he asked.

Jocelyn kept her face blank. She stood perfectly still. Calm. “I’m sorry?”

He paced before her, gesturing wildly toward the restaurant. “The photo,” he spat. “My wife is here with me. My wife!”

“Mr. Rigo, I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here.”

He threw his arms in the air, still pacing rapidly. He glanced behind her as if to make sure Francine wasn’t approaching. “My wife,” he said. “She doesn’t know. Sydney and I—we—” He broke off.

“Your wife doesn’t know what, Mr. Rigo?”

He froze and looked down at the ground as if considering something. When he looked back up at her, he seemed calmer somehow.

“You’re not with the police, right? I mean I know the police are here. Don’t try lying. I saw that man back there by the bathrooms. He’s a detective, I bet. Here from the police. But you, you’re not with the police, right?”

“I’m a private investigator,” Jocelyn answered.

He drew closer, his voice quieter. “If I tell you something, you can’t—you can’t, like, do anything about it, right?”

“I’m not a priest, Mr. Rigo.”

 

Book Review

Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of Cold-Blooded from Lisa Regan in exchange for an honest review.

It is my pleasure to have the opportunity to read and review Cold-Blooded by Lisa Regan.

I absolutely love getting myself lost in the midst of a great mystery novel and seeing if I can figure out the who and the how before I get to the end and have my investigative skills validated, or in the case of Cold-Blooded, completely discredited.

Ms. Regan has written a novel that is filled with great writing, loads of action and plenty of suspense. My attention didn’t wane while I was dashing from page to page to see where Jocelyn Rush and her associates would take me next in the solving of a fourteen-year-old cold case.

Cold-Blooded is a truly appealing novel and I was very reluctant to put it down from the moment I started reading.

I highly recommend Cold-Blooded by Lisa Regan and give it five steaming hot cups of Room With Books coffee.

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Author Q&A

Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing Lisa Regan, author of Cold-Blooded, on Room With Books!

Hi, Lisa, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Please tell us a little about yourself and your background.

I am a wife and mother. I work full time as a legal assistant. I have a Bachelor Degree in English and a Master of Education degree, both from Bloomsburg University. I live in Philadelphia and I am the author of four crime novels. I have a major sweet tooth and I love romantic comedies. I watch Friends reruns obsessively, and I could eat pizza every single night of the week, but I don’t cause that would be very bad.

What were you like at school?

I was very quiet and reserved. In grade school and high school, I was horribly, painfully shy. Petrified of speaking in front of people. By the time I got to college I was over that. I was always a good student. When I got to college and got to take all those awesome English courses, I really became passionate about school.

Were you good at English?

I don’t like to be a horn-tooter but I would have to say yes. In my senior year of undergrad the English faculty voted me the Most Outstanding Student in the Major of English, which was pretty awesome.

What are your ambitions for your writing career?

I just want to write good books that readers will love.

Which writers inspire you?

Karin Slaughter, Dennis Lehane, Gillian Flynn, John Connolly, Jennifer Hillier, Michael Infinito,Jr., Nancy S. Thompson, Gregg Hurwitz, Carrie Butler, Dana Mason. Those are just a few. There are so many amazing writers out there!

Give us an insight into your main character, Jocelyn Rush. What does she do that is special?

Jocelyn Rush is very tough and assertive. She says just whatever is on her mind and doesn’t feel the need to filter or apologize. I love that about her. She has an extremely strong sense of justice and she doesn’t bend for anyone.

What are you working on at this time?

I’m working on a sequel to my first novel, Finding Claire Fletcher. It’s called Over The Edge. It’s about a woman with a seemingly perfect life who crashes a car full of children into a river and the investigation that ensues.

Which actress would you like to see playing Jocelyn from Cold-Blooded?

Alexandra Daddario, Minka Kelly, Emilia Clarke or Brie Larson

What made you decide to sit down and actually start writing?

I’ve been writing since I was eleven years old. I used to keep all these notes in folders and one day one of my parents came home with a typewriter. I never stopped writing. I think it was that typewriter.

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

No special time. I get up, get my daughter ready for school, try to catch the first fifteen minutes of the Today Show. I always have my notebook there and tell myself I’ll write a few words, and I always fall asleep. I go to work. Sometimes in the car I will use a dictation app and I’ll speak a scene on my way to work. Sometimes I try that and it’s an utter disaster. I work eight hours. Sometimes I will have to go to the post office so while I’m waiting in line, I will take out my notebook and scribble something down. Sometimes I’ll have a doctor’s appointment. Those are the very best. The wait times are ridiculous which means I get a lot of writing done. I get home from work and we have dinner. Then it’s homework time. Depending on how engaged my husband and daughter are in other things, sometimes I can get a few words down after dinner. Then it’s bedtime for my daughter. I used to get a lot of writing done during her wind-down time but not so much anymore. Now I try to stay awake long enough after she is asleep to scribble something down. But I also like to actually spend time with my husband at the end of the day so that’s hard too. Although if he falls asleep before me, then I write. On Saturdays, my daughter usually has art class which is three hours long so I get a lot done then.

Where do your ideas come from?

What-if scenarios. I’m always asking myself: what if this and what if that? I extrapolate from there and often a story is born.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

I see where it takes me first and then if it seems viable, I’ll do a bit of outlining, then some writing, then more outlining and pretty soon, I’ve got a book.

What is the hardest thing about writing?

Quieting your insecurity. Putting words on the page can be easy but not when you’ve got that little inner critic whispering in your ear about how badly you suck.

Do you read much and if so who are your favorite authors.

Karin Slaughter, Dennis Lehane, Gillian Flynn, John Connolly, Jennifer Hillier, Michael Infinito,Jr., Nancy S. Thompson, Gregg Hurwitz, Carrie Butler, Dana Mason

For your own reading, do you prefer eBooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

eBooks. I’ll still buy paperback books but I prefer ebooks cause I can really read anywhere, even on my phone.

What books are you reading at present?

I am re-reading some Dennis Lehane books and also reading The Last Breath by Kimberly Belle

Tell us about the cover and how it came about.

I knew I wanted something dark with a figure lying prone and something with a forest in it. I just kind of threw that at my cover artist, Carrie with Forward Authority Design with a bunch of vague instructions on how I wanted it to feel and somehow she came up with this incredibly awesome cover. I love, love, love what she did with the flashlight beam coming from behind the title. She is truly amazing. I will never understand how she takes my vague and inarticulate thoughts and makes them into awesome covers! I love her work so much.

Do you think that giving books away free works and why?

Of course. The best way to get readers is still word of mouth, if you ask me. When you give someone a free book, you hope they’ll read it and then lend it to someone else who will read it, like it and recommend it and so on. I’ve often given away one of my books only to have that person love it so much, they went out and bought all the others. What I want are fans and the only way to get fans is for people to READ your books. So a giveaway is never a waste. I’ve even experienced scenarios where the person I gave it to never read the book, but their friend or relative did and that person loved it and began recommending it to others. That’s a fabulous thing.

How do you relax?

A hot bath. I love hot bubble baths!

What is your favorite quote?

I think it’s a zen proverb of some kind but it goes: “Leap and the net will appear.”

What is your favorite movie?

Tough call. Probably Man On Fire with Denzel Washington or The Italian Job with Mark Wahlberg

How can readers discover more about you and you work?

Check out my website at www.lisaregan.com. It will have all the other links you’ll need!

Any final words?

Just thank you so much for having me. I really appreciate it!

Thank you very much for taking the time to take part in this interview.

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Meet the Author

Lisa Regan is an Amazon bestselling crime/suspense novelist.  She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University.  She is a member of Sisters In Crime, Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter.  Her debut novel, Finding Claire Fletcher won Best Heroine and was runner up in Best Novel in the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards for 2013. Her second novel, Aberration won Best Twist in the 2014 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent Book Awards. Her third novel, Hold Still was released by Thomas & Mercer in 2014 and has been translated into German. She is at work on her fifth novel. Find out more on Lisa’s website: http://www.lisaregan.com/.

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Book Title: Cold Blooded
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Fourteen years ago, high school track star Sydney Adams was gunned down in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. The investigation yielded useless clues, and the case went cold. But homicide detective Augustus Knox never gave up on finding Sydney’s killer. Now, retired from the police force and with only months to live, he enlists the help of private investigator Jocelyn Rush to clear the case once and for all.

Armed with little more than a theory as to who murdered Sydney, Jocelyn tries to lure a killer into the open. But unraveling the mystery means facing-off against a cunning psychopath whose ruthlessness knows no bounds. When more bodies start to pile up, Jocelyn has to decide just how far she’s willing to go to catch a cold-blooded killer.

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May 9, 2000

She’d gotten a late start. It was a quarter after seven as Sydney Adams jogged that evening along Boxer’s Trail, a path for runners that meandered through Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park east of the Schuylkill River and looped around the outside of the park’s athletic field. But it was May, and the sun still strained on the horizon, not willing to give up the fight, even at this late hour. Soon though, night would descend. She didn’t like to start so late, but her grandmother had made breaded pork chops, and Sydney had gorged herself until she felt bloated and lethargic. She’d almost skipped the run. Track and Field season was nearly over. What was one practice run?

But she needed to think. She needed to be alone.

Columns of sunlight filtered through the thick copse of trees on her left. The air had cooled since that afternoon but only slightly. It had been a nearly ninety-degree day, and she’d sweated it out gracelessly with the rest of her classmates at Franklin West High School. Now the humidity lingered, clinging to her bare thighs, condensing into a fine sheen of perspiration.

Sydney pushed herself, running faster than usual. She passed a couple jogging with their dogs—a greyhound and a husky—a bicyclist, and then a knot of teenage boys whose catcalls trailed after her. She picked up her pace, ears pricked to any sounds behind her that might suggest someone approaching. The tension in her body eased when she’d gone another quarter-mile without incident. The light was seeping away, the shadows around her lengthening. All she could hear now were the sounds of her raging heartbeat, her labored breath, and her sneakers pounding the trail.

None of it drowned out thoughts of him—of what had happened between them.

Mentally she calculated the days. It had been twenty-one days since he had kissed her, touched her, taken her. She had let him. There was no denying that. She could have stopped him at any time. She should have. He was older. He was married. And he was white.

And yet . . .

She willed her burning leg muscles to move faster, harder. Her entire body was slick with sweat. It ran in fat drops down her face and neck, pooling between her breasts, sliding down her spine and gathering at the cleft of her ass.

What would Lonnie think?

A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed quickly. Her boyfriend would never know. No one would ever know. Only the two of them. It had happened one time because they both wanted it, and now it was in the past. She might be a teenager, but she was far from naïve. She knew exactly how scandalous the situation was, and she had no interest in continuing with it. She had a future. She had Lonnie and Georgetown and a grandmother she didn’t want to disappoint. A grandmother who had worked hard to raise her and her sister after her parents had died. A grandmother who had moved heaven and earth so Sydney could afford to go to college in the fall.

Their flirtation, or whatever it was, had to be over. Still, she thought of his hands gripping her hips, his breath hot and rapid on the back of her neck. His mouth

She stumbled, crying out as her left foot tangled with a rogue tree root poking up through a crack in the concrete. Her hands shot out, prepared to break her fall, but her legs stuttered, almost of their own volition, finding purchase. She stopped, leaning against the offending tree. Her chest heaved. Sweat ran down her forehead and into her eyes, irritating them. Laughter erupted from her diaphragm. How many times had she run this path? Hundreds. Sprained ankle by way of tree root was a rookie move. This was exactly the problem. This distraction.

Pop.

It sounded like a firecracker and registered as a searing, stabbing pain in the back of her right thigh. Like a hot poker. Before she could react, this one closer. Then two more. She suddenly tasted dirt in her mouth, and her temple was resting on that damn tree root before she could even begin to process what was happening to her. Her legs wouldn’t work. Panic, hot and frenzied, closed in on her. What was happening?

“Help,” she said, but her voice came out small and squeaky. She thought she heard footsteps approaching from behind. Sydney willed her legs to move, to stand, to scramble, to run. She reached forward with her right arm, feeling for the base of the tree. She had to get up. As her surroundings began to fade to an inky, charcoal blackness, she felt a tug on her lower body.

“Please,” she croaked.

Then the darkness swallowed her.

Meet the Author

Lisa Regan is an Amazon bestselling crime/suspense novelist. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University. She is a member of Sisters In Crime, Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter. Her debut novel, Finding Claire Fletcher won Best Heroine and was runner up in Best Novel in the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards for 2013. Her second novel, Aberration won Best Twist in the 2014 the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent Book Awards. Her third novel, Hold Still was released by Thomas & Mercer in 2014 and has been translated into German. She is at work on her fifth novel.

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FBI analyst Kassidy Bishop is assigned to the “For You” killer’s task force after a series of sadistic murders bearing the same signature arise in different parts of the country.

The homicides are both calculated and savage, occurring in different states, but bearing the same signature: the words “for you” scribbled at each crime scene. The case chills Kassidy, bringing back memories of her own encounter with a violent criminal five years earlier.

Kassidy’s mentor, legendary agent Talia “The Confessor” Crossen knows the task force assignment is Kassidy’s chance to prove to her colleagues that she belongs in the Behavior Analysis Unit. For five years, other FBI agents and profilers scoffed at Kassidy’s appointment to the BAU, believing she was only offered the position in exchange for her silence about the brutal assault that almost killed her.

The stakes rise when the task force links the killer’s signature to Kassidy. As more and more bodies turn up, Kassidy must delve into her past and the mysterious death of her twin sister, which holds the key to uncovering the killer’s identity.

The closer Kassidy comes to finding the killer, the closer she comes to a deadly confrontation that could cost her everything–including her own life.

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“Why, in God’s name, is this considered the Garden State?” Wyatt asked a terrified Boyd Henderson as the man walked back and forth across his Trenton living room, replete in women’s clothing. Wyatt stood by one of the windows at the front of the room where an ancient air conditioning unit droned, struggling to cool the room against the sweltering heat outside. The semi-cool air snaked up and caressed the back of Wyatt’s neck. He kept his Smith & Wesson trained on Henderson as he paced awkwardly in four-inch heels. Henderson’s bony, hairy knees knocked together.

“What?” Henderson asked. His voice was tremulous, softened by the first blow he’d taken to the head and his first ten minutes in drag. His eyes were moist and pleading. Wyatt was very pleased with Henderson’s feminization. Henderson was far more compliant than Sorenson had been. Leaving Sorenson behind had lightened Wyatt’s mood somewhat. He’d spent the short hour’s drive mentally shaking off the sleepless night spent guarding Sorenson’s laundry room door; the stink of weeks-old garbage and the unwanted memories of his grandfather. He had hoped dealing with Henderson would be easier. So far, so good.

Wyatt swung the barrel of the gun sharply, causing Henderson to stumble and gasp. He suppressed a laugh. Silly, so silly. “What I’ve seen of this state is nothing short of disgusting. I won’t even go into the nonsensical roadway system. So tell me, why is this the Garden State?”

Henderson’s face turned a grayish hue. “Wh-what?” He stopped walking momentarily and met Wyatt’s eyes. “I don’t know.”

Wyatt clucked his tongue and jerked the barrel of the gun once more just to see Henderson flinch and nearly lose his footing in the flashy red heels Wyatt had chosen especially for this occasion. Wyatt laughed this time. He almost told Henderson to relax, the gun wasn’t even loaded. The man was entirely too tense. But the threat of a loaded gun was really his only advantage. Henderson—though graceless in heels and a miniskirt, older and all atremble with fright—was bigger than Wyatt. Wyatt didn’t want Henderson getting any ideas of trying to overpower him.

“You live here and you don’t know?” Wyatt said.

“N-no.”

“Why not?”

“I d-don’t know. I n-never thought about it.”

Wyatt’s stomach rumbled. Rage came up with projectile force, and he fought to control it. Wyatt reminded himself that he had a higher purpose. He wasn’t a common murderer.

“That’s the problem with people, you know,” Wyatt said icily. “They never think about anything. Like you, Mr. Henderson, you never think about your actions or how they affect other people. You never think about how the things you say can set off a string of events that actually extends beyond yourself and your infinitesimal world. Sit down.”

Henderson stopped walking and stared at Wyatt. With the gun, Wyatt motioned to the couch. Henderson staggered over and fell onto it. “Why are you doing this?” he asked.

Wyatt shook his head and sighed. Why? Why, why, why? They always asked why. Georgette Paul had asked that question tirelessly before he killed her. Did they really want to know why they were going to die? Is that what people really wanted to discuss in their last moments? Did they honestly expect a detailed explanation? Did it matter?

“If you can’t figure it out on your own, I’m not telling you,” Wyatt answered.

Henderson said, “Are you going to kill me?”

“What do you think?”

Tears rolled down Henderson’s cheeks. “Y-yes.”

Wyatt smiled and pulled a photo from his shirt pocket. “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Henderson. You have one chance to save your own life.” He walked over to the couch and waved the photo at Henderson. “If you can tell me who this woman is, I’ll let you live.”

He thrust the photo under Henderson’s nose. Henderson stared for several moments. Wyatt sensed his growing alarm. Finally, he said, “I’ve never seen that woman in my life. I swear to you. I don’t know who she is. You must have the wrong person.”

“No, no. You are the person I’m looking for. You have seen this woman before. Several times in fact. Look again.”

Although Henderson’s head shook back and forth, he stared once more at the photo. No flicker of recognition lit up his eyes. “I don’t—I don’t know who she is. I’m telling you—”

“You do.”

“No. I swear it. I’ve never seen her—”

“Look again.”

“You have to give me some clue. I don’t remember her. You have to tell me something.”

Wyatt snatched the photo back and slid it into his pocket. “That’s the problem with you, isn’t it Mr. Henderson? People have to do things for you. You see nothing wrong with treating people like dirt, but then you expect them to cater to your every whim and to do so without you even telling them what those whims are.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Henderson whined.

Wyatt stood up. He had not expected Henderson to recognize her. Like all the people on Wyatt’s list, Henderson was careless in the way he treated people. He had treated the woman Wyatt loved badly and had not even cared about the outcome. It had affected her, but not him. Even if Wyatt reminded Henderson of the confrontation with her years ago, he doubted Henderson would have any true remorse—if he remembered it at all.

He looked down at the man whose rheumy eyes and quivering lips reminded him of a dog who has done something wrong but hopes for a reprieve. There would be none.

“Live in ignorance, die in ignorance.”

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LisaReganAuthorPhotoLisa Regan is a suspense novelist. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in English and Master of Education Degree from Bloomsburg University. She is a member of Sisters In Crime, Mystery Writers of America and International Thriller Writers. She lives in Philadelphia with her husband and daughter. Her debut novel, Finding Claire Fletcher won Best Heroine and was runner up in Best Novel in the eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards for 2013. Her second novel, Aberration was the winner in a tie of the eFestival of Words Best Twist Award in 2014. Her third novel, Hold Still was released by Thomas & Mercer in 2014.

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