Welcome my guest
Carolyn Arnold, author of the Madison Knight series, and the Brandon Fisher FBI
series. Today, she’s going to tell us about
the Madison Knight series.
What is the Madison Knight series?
First of all, it
is designed as a stand-alone mystery series, which means you can read these books
out of order and still pick up on the series' characters and story line.
Major Crimes Detective Madison Knight, fueled by determination to find justice for the victims, is a strong, independent female amidst a career dominated by men. If you love a strong protagonist lead, I invite you to meet Madison for yourself.
To find out more about Madison Knight, you can also peek inside her psyche in a fictional piece written just for this purpose, or read her interview with a real life police officer.
How many are books are currently available in the
series?
Three novels. In
order:
TIES THAT BIND
Meet Madison Knight as she and partner must pull
together to stop a potential serial killer.
JUSTIFIED
See the softer side of Madison Knight in Justified as
she's assigned to a case on Christmas Eve.
SACRIFICE
Madison must risk all, including her career, to bring
a killer to justice.
Would you like to share some more information on the
first in the series, TIES THAT BIND, and an excerpt?
Absolutely.
Detective
Madison Knight concluded the case of a strangled woman an isolated incident.
But when another woman's body is found in a park killed with the same line of
neckties, she realizes they're dealing with something more serious.
Despite mounting pressure from the Sergeant and Chief to close the case even if it means putting an innocent man behind bars, and a partner who is more interested in saving his marriage than stopping a potential serial killer, Madison may have to go it alone if there's not going to be another victim.
Excerpt of TIES THAT BIND:
Chapter
3
He sat there, in his 1995 Honda
Civic, sweating profusely. Its air
conditioner hadn’t worked for years. A
real piece of sh** actually but perfect for the crappy life he had going. He combed his fingers through his hair and
caught his reflection in the rear-view mirror.
Last night had
changed him—whether for the good or for the bad remained to be seen. All he knew was his eyes had changed,
revealing the darker side of his character.
He rolled his shoulders forward in an effort to dislodge the growing
tension and took a cleansing breath that brought with it a waft of the
cigarette that burned in the car’s ashtray.
He had parked
down the street close enough to observe the activity at 36 Bay Street yet far
enough away to be left alone. At least
he had hoped so. Cruisers were parked
out front of the house, and about forty-eight minutes ago, a department-issued
SUV pulled to a quick stop.
He picked up the
cigarette, tapped it in the ashtray. He
took pride in getting all this attention for his work. Statistically it was nothing special. Another dead young lady. People would move on. They always did.
It was the city’s
thirtieth murder of the year. He knew
this only because he had been brushing up on his statistics. He was just like that, a gatherer of facts,
of useless information. But maybe
someday his fact-finding and attention to detail would prove beneficial.
He wiped his
forehead. The sweat trickled down and
stung his nose. It was still tender to
the touch. The old man at the bar had a
strong right hook. He closed his eyes
for an instant. When he opened them, a
Crown Vic pulled to a stop in front of the house. He straightened up.
A woman of
average height, probably about five-five, with blonde hair walked toward the
yellow tape. But her looks didn’t have
his attention. It was her determined
stride that garnered his respect. And she
looked familiar to him and now he knew exactly why—Detective Madison Knight.
She had made
headlines for putting Russian Czar Dimitre Petrov behind bars, but the glory
didn’t last for long. His power couldn’t
be weakened and the detective proved powerless to stop another murder.
He felt
flattered with her on the investigation.
An adrenaline rush built within him.
He could feel the energy in his veins, his heartbeat pounding in his
ears, and the subsequent strain to draw in a satisfying breath.
Tap,
tap.
Knuckles against
glass. His driver side window to be
exact. He felt his heart take pause, his
breath shorten further, as he surmised who it would be. Slowly lifting his eyes to look at the
intrusion on his reflections, his suspicion was confirmed. It was an officer.
Stay
calm, play it cool.
He drew the
cigarette to his lips and took a drag on it.
Damn, his nose hurt so much when he sucked back on it, he had to fight
wincing. Leaving it perched between his
fingers, he directed his attention to the cop who motioned for him to put the
window down.
“I’m going to
have to ask you to move your vehicle.”
Good thing for
his dark-tinted glasses or maybe this cop would see right through him. “Sure.”
He could feel himself shaking.
More adrenaline now infused with fear.
“Are you alright
sir?” The police officer bent over,
looked into the car.
Following his
gaze to the unsteady hand holding the cigarette, he forced himself to raise it
for another drag. It shook the entire
way. “Yeah, I’m fine…” Her lifeless eyes flashed though his
mind. He coughed for the dual purpose of
clearing his throat and for the hope it would somehow dislodge his
recollections. “Sure…I…I’ll get out of
your way immediately.”
The cop’s facial
reaction made him nervous. Had he seen
through the entire facade? Was his guilt
that obvious?
“All units
confirm a secured perimeter.” The voice
was monotone.
The officer
ignored his radio. “What happened to
your nose?”
What
was this uniform out to prove? He forced another cough, attempting to
re-direct the conversation. He made
himself take another drag and form-pressed a smile to conceal the pain. His words escaped through gritted teeth. “Bar fight.”
He tapped the cigarette in the ashtray.
The officer
nodded but didn’t look too convinced. It
felt like the man’s eyes were condemning him.
“I need you to
move your car.” The officer’s flattened
palm drummed on the roof. “And try to
keep yourself out of trouble.”
Too
late, Officer…too late.
Want
to read more? You’ll have to purchase
Carolyn Arnold’s book. Speaking of
which, where can we find TIES THAT BIND?
It is available via Amazon in Kindle and
print.
Coming soon to Barnes & Noble!
You
may also find out more about Carolyn Arnold and her books at: http://carolynarnold.net
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