About the Book by Lori L. Robinett
Did Andi Adams murder her husband?
But on the inside, she is constantly on edge, trying to keep him happy so she won’t suffer scathing words that hurt just as much as the occasional sharp blow from him.
Then she snaps. His abuse pushes her too far. In the blink of an eye, she becomes a widow and finds herself inextricably entwined in the web of lies he wove in the months before his death. Her small town neighbors whisper behind her back, as if the sensational death of her husband is the subject of a pulp novel. When a blackmailer threatens to expose her as a murderer, she must piece together her husband’s life to find the key to her own freedom.
Fatal Impulse is the first in an intriguing new mystery series, where each widow faces challenges that threaten to destroy her just as she begins to find her strength.
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The telephone on the nightstand jangled and demanded her attention.
“I know what you did.”
“Who is this?” Her nerves tingled. “What do you want?”
“I want those documents.” He breathed heavily into the phone. “You thought they were worth killing for and I have no problem doing whatever I have to do to get you out of the way. I’ll be in touch.”
The phone went dead and she dropped onto the bed, her mouth hanging open. What the heck? That made no sense at all.
Martha hollered from across the hall, “Who was that?”
Andi blinked and stared at the phone. “I don’t know.”
“Do you need help picking out something?”
“No. No, I’m fine. I’ll do it.” Someone’s idea of a bad joke?
She shook her head and turned to the dresser to open his valet box. He would want to be buried with his diamond cufflinks, even though no one would see them. Two rough pink and green rocks sat next to his cufflinks in a little velvet lined compartment. She frowned. Seemed like an odd thing for him to keep there. She scooped up the diamonds and clipped them to his dress shirt. She opened his top dresser drawer to get a monogrammed handkerchief for the suit pocket, then slammed the drawer shut, a bit harder than she intended. Something rattled. She frowned, opened the drawer again and rummaged through the contents. In the back of the drawer, tucked under the lining, she found a small brown envelope. She squeezed it open and a key on a beaded chain dropped into her palm.
What could it possibly open?
Review by Felita Daniels / 283 Pages
I was intrigued by the promise of a series that had its foundation around widows as the main characters. There is a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt, “A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.” So I can see how being in that place in their lives will be a great setting for a story.
I will say that I had a smidgen of trouble reading the opening pages of this novel. Andi’s husband speaks to her so horribly. The next male character you meet is Detective Johnson and he isn’t much more pleasant in dealing with a woman who has just lost her husband. But the writing is done well. I wouldn’t have been getting angry if they didn’t seem real to me.
I don’t give away endings, especially in mysteries. But the blurb implies that others didn’t know what type of man her husband was. As events unfold, maybe Andi didn’t know all there was to know about him either. She has to put pieces of her life together, while piecing the mystery of her husband and his demise into place also. Some parts of this book were frustrating to read. The things folks said to the widow, how her mother treats her, or how Andi didn’t stand up for herself are all a little hard to swallow at times. The pace was good and things do start to unfold once you got past the neighbors bringing food. Step by step, Andi discovers more about her husband and herself.
About the Author
Lori lives in rural central Missouri with her husband and daughter. One very spoiled Miniature Schnauzer and Miniature Beagle allow Lori and her husband to live in their house, and the outside is patrolled by BK (short for Barn Kitty) and Patches (a sweet tom cat stray that missed his calling as a lap cat). She can often be found bouncing through rough gravel roads in her lifted yellow Jeep named Daisy.