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The Girl From Convict Lake is a Wintertime Reading Event pick #suspense #newrelease #giveaway

Title: The Girl From Convict Lake

Author: Sharon Shipley

Genre: Psychological/ Suspense/Whodunit

Book Blurb:

Young heirs to an automotive fortune joyride a priceless prototype while D.U.I., ending in a spectacular fireball. Meggie now has a limp and scars she obsesses over as worse than they are. When she inherits the last asset, a decrepit Victorian lake house and dumping ground for a serial killer, she impulsively speeds to the isolated spot without telling anyone, neither a diner-owner, a female deputy, or good old boy forest ranger, all warning her of the 'blizzard of the century' and young women gone missing in the inhospitable area of dense federal forests and bottomless lakes… When kissing-cousin Zak and brother Lance show up, following the money, three desperate people play cat and killer games in Michigan's harsh, unforgiving Upper Peninsula, battling lust, starvation, and the serial murderer among them in the isolated snowbound lake house, until only two are left standing...for now. Then, the creature turned.


The pretty girl threaded her way through a jungle of struts under gray metal bleachers, unsavory even on the sunniest day. Now, the insalubrious space was cold and drear with the flotsam of many seasons…candy wrappers, old condoms, rusty soda cans—the odd shoe.

A lame place to meet, she moped. Pursing candy pink lips, she looked dubiously up through open steel treads to slices of overcast sky, seemingly another world away, feeling trapped of a sudden, as if risers were bars to a cage.

Where the heck was he?

Sulking, she fingered her heart locket. The note said: 'Under the bleachers'. “Meet me under the freaking bleachers!” South side? South side toward the hot dog stand? Her mind nagged. Farthest away from the school. Down by the trash bins, behind the cement enclosure. Where no one can see us…

She hoped it was that cute Zak, feeling first doubt. Didn't say, did it? Might be that creep, Rodney sitting and farting behind her in homeroom. She hugged her pink cashmere-ed arms. Shoulda worn a coat, sexiness be diddly-damned. Startin' to snow too.

Then she saw the thing.

Round. Glossy blood-red and startling white against gray filtered light. She stepped closer, bemused, not freaked out. A target? A freaking bull's-eye target! Lame place to shoot arrows or whatever under bleachers with all these beams and crap.

The pretty girl…perennial cheerleader, prom queen, first pick for the school play, stumbled over crisscross struts to examine it. Then heard the voice, turning with a smile curving glossy pink lips, her back flat against the red and white target.

Now she was the eye of the target. Her first instinct, when the arrow thumped her chest with the force of a pile driver, piercing the delicate barrier of pink wool, then her skin with ease, scraping off sternum bones and into her heart, was…all that blood will ruin my sweater.

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What makes your featured book a must-read?

It is a great book to find yourself fortunate to be inside curled up cozy in your favorite chair with a cup of cocoa and a cat, while outside a blizzard is raging and trying to get in.

Giveaway –

Enter to win a $10 Amazon gift card:

Open Internationally. You must have a valid Amazon US or Amazon Canada account to win. Runs January 24 – January 31, 2023. Winner will be drawn on February 1, 2023.

Author Biography:

I live and pen novels and scripts in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and visit far too many 'All You Can Eat' crab' shacks…

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Jan 24, 2023

Thank you, Sharon, for sharing your upcoming release in our Wintertime Reading Bookish Event! It sounds like a terrific read!

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