I am not a fan of prologues, although in crime fiction and thrillers they are sometimes necessary to set things in motion-and here is no exception. I am immediately drawn in, feeling all of the women round that table, wondering what exactly is up. Wanting to see where this all leads. Perfection.
Then, BOOM! Lynda hits me with a fire. A delicious description of a cottage consuming itself in flames, only to discover a body under the pilings on the sofa. WOW.
I love the interactions and relationships here as well. I can't wait to see how these strings all tie together, and what they will mean to each other by book's end.
And most of all-does the writing on the wall have anything to do with THAT body...or is it something else. Keep me guessing Lynda, it's what you do best.
Then, BOOM! Lynda hits me with a fire. A delicious description of a cottage consuming itself in flames, only to discover a body under the pilings on the sofa. WOW.
I love the interactions and relationships here as well. I can't wait to see how these strings all tie together, and what they will mean to each other by book's end.
And most of all-does the writing on the wall have anything to do with THAT body...or is it something else. Keep me guessing Lynda, it's what you do best.