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Thursday, March 21, 2013

IN THE BONES by RENEE MILLER Blog Tour & Review


Suspense/Crime
Date Published: March 2013



Welcome to Albertsville: Population 400…and falling.

When Ryan Cassidy claims a house left to him by his estranged grandparents, he becomes tangled in the mystery of a town crushed by a deadly secret spanning generations.

The town's power core, which includes the reeve, his council members, and the local police, smother opposition with deceit, brutality and fear. They will stop at nothing to keep the horror they've committed buried. 

A severe winter storm leaves Albertsville snowbound—a trap only the dead can hope to flee—and Ryan becomes a liability that must be silenced at any cost.

The answers to the town’s mystery and its salvation are hidden...In the Bones.



Virtual Book Tour March 18 - March 31

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March 22 - Mallory Heart Reviews - Review
March 23 - Andi's Book Reviews - Interview/PROMO
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Renee Miller is a freelance writer living in Tweed, Ontario. Small town life is busy, but she’s managed to sandwich a book or two between the demands of housewifery and hiding from the neighbors.
Bitten by the writing bug at the tender age of nine or ten (she can't recall those years as clearly anymore) Renee has forever had a story building in her head. It wasn't until 2009 that she considered turning her passion into a serious endeavor. She has several completed novels she prefers to call "almost published" and many more awaiting their chance to be polished enough for public consumption. 
Last year she co-founded On Fiction Writing, a website for writers, created by writers. IN THE BONES is her first published novel.

www.authorreneemiller.com AND www.onfictionwriting.com 

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Excerpt:

Excerpts: In the Bones

Short:
“I don’t have no intention of being friends with you, Mr. Cassidy. You can save that cocky little grin for another female. One that falls for that sort of thing. I just wanted to say something, so it’s clear and we can go on about our lives without any trouble. You understand what I’m saying, Mr. Cassidy?” She spoke his name as though it tasted foul on her lips.
Well shit.
Audrey kept her face averted, focused on wiping her hands.
Back to the woman Ryan smiled again. “All right. I’m all ears.”
“I know your type and I don’t like it. I don’t like the problems you’re causing already. You think you can come in here and charm everyone with your baby face and that butter-won’t-melt smile, but you’re wrong. What was that bullshit at the meeting? Trouble, that’s what. Some of us have a brain in our head and we remember where you come from. Your mother was a conniving little slut and your father no better than a pedophile. White trash. That’s what you are. Melvin and Rachel used their money to gain respect. Cassidys always did feel they were better than anyone. I don’t care if your great granddaddy helped found this town; none of them were worth shit. Lord knows there was nothing about your parents that’s respectful. Weren’t even married.”
Audrey choked and sputtered. Grabbing her beer she swigged down half the bottle before she set it down. She still didn’t look at Ryan.
He raised an eyebrow at the woman, startled at the outburst. “I’m sorry you feel that way, ma’am. I’m afraid I can’t speak for my father or my grandparents as I didn’t know them and I have to give you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps they were all jackasses, I don’t know. But I can speak for my mother, and I’ll politely ask that you never let her name pass your lips again. I promise you won’t have to tolerate my cocky smile or charm if you do.”

Long:

The figure in the blue shit-box rifled around the passenger seat. Carroll shifted his feet. Mr. Cassidy should be eager to meet the elite of his new town, not pissing around. Good thing he had Fred bring the computers back yesterday. Carroll was almost blindsided by Melvin’s careful attention to details that would make his life difficult. Not only did the bastard include a list of his property but he also wrote out a list of files on the computer and laptop that he didn’t know Melvin had. Carroll had informed residents more than a year ago that Albertsville couldn’t get Internet, being too far out of the way for such things. How did Melvin of all people figure out the lie?
Carroll found the evidence, though, and it hadn’t been in any computer files. A plain white folder stuffed into the back of the grandfather clock, which was not included on Melvin’s list of property. Fucking Farley had bent the damn mechanism inside the clock while getting it out, but Carroll didn’t stress over that. This kid wouldn’t guess the clock had worked fine before Farley got his grubby hands on it. The files on the computer held nothing of significance. It annoyed Carroll that he’d wasted his time going through them.
The door opened and a tall, lanky figure emerged from the car. Carroll’s chest tightened and he pressed his lips to stop the profanity that leapt to the tip of his tongue. A ghost from his younger years stretched and smiled at him. Hate curled up and made itself comfortable in Carroll’s belly. Except for the tousled mane of sandy brown hair, Ryan Cassidy was the spitting image of his father and grandfather. The same sparkle that Carroll so hated in the elder Cassidys reflected in Ryan’s blue gaze, mocking him.
“Hello,” Ryan strode toward them.
His easy gait, so like Chad’s, sent Carroll’s stomach churning. The only man he’d ever envied had been Ryan’s father. Everything came to Chad naturally, everyone liked him, and he didn’t lift so much as a finger for their approval. Carroll had to work his ass off to get even a fraction of the respect they’d simply given to Chad. Christ, he never understood it. He had money, looks, and a first rate education. What did Chad have? Nothing. That damn shit-eating grin and those fucking eyes. He’d enjoyed every minute of Chad Cassidy’s death.

Review by Mallory Heart Reviews:


Review of In the Bones by Renee Millerex
5 stars

“In the Bones” is an exceptionally complex novel, one which in the form of a multiple-mystery/suspense actually treats of many important issues. A large cast of characters serves as backdrop to the setting, a tiny and inexplicable town in rural Canada called “Albertsville,” a town of almost no business and industry, yet of extraordinary, and well-shared, wealth. The community is run by a “Reeve” (in medieval England that was the chief administrator, often the Sheriff), who is elected, but is actually an inherited position. The current psychopathic incumbent is one Carroll Albert, a man of intrinsic and almost unlimited evil. That’s the evil end of the continuum, along with Farley, and Calvin (who does have some human qualities, which Farley doesn’t). The good is represented by a newcomer, Ryan Cassidy, who only moves to Albertsville to fulfill the terms of this deceased paternal grandparents’ will, which requires him to live in the farmhouse for one year, in order to inherit. With his mother and stepfather both deceased, Ryan decides to take this opportunity, and perhaps finally write the novel he has been pondering. Soon after his arrival, he decides that Albertsville is like its own soap opera (I would say an evil Peyton Place), and plans to fictionalize it; but it’s scarcely days before his life takes some really ugly turns, as Carroll Albert’s paranoia has already deemed Ryan Cassidy a worse troublemaker than his late father and grandparents.

“In the Bones” is a really well-written story, and very suspenseful. Thank goodness for the character of Ryan Cassidy and his moral integrity, because there’s very little of either in Albertsville. But Ryan is a character for whom the reader feels enormous empathy.



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