Amber Gilchrist lives in New Mexico with her husband and six children. She writes YA , Romantic Comedies, and series mysteries. She calls her lifetime of jumping from one job to another 'experience' for her books and not an inability to settle down. Amber loves mysteries and a good, happy romance. She also loves to laugh. Sometimes she likes all of them together.
A fan of quirky movies and indie books, Amber likes to be with her family, is socially inept, and fears strangers and small yippy dogs. She alternates between writing and being a mom. She tries to do both at the same time but her kids don't appreciate being served lunch and told, "This is the hot dog of your discontent." So mostly she writes when everyone else is in bed.
Audrey Scott might be a children’s librarian, but that isn’t all she can do. When her best friend, Gretchen Holden, stands accused of a murder, Audrey can’t handle doing nothing more than bailing Gretchen out of jail. She has to figure out who really killed Gretchen’s step-father, a universally hated federal judge.
With a not small list of potential people the judge has wronged, Audrey and her friends have a rough ride ahead of them trying to decide who had a motive, means, and opportunity to put the judge in an early grave. With the help of Derek Hennessy, erstwhile enemy turned very good friend, and her normal crew of cohorts, Audrey won’t stop until the threat no longer looms.
Snippet #1
No matter what, Gretchen would say
she was okay. She was strong like that. I wouldn’t have been
able to hide my fear or unhappiness, because I had no skills at hiding my
emotions at all. It was clear for the world to see, like a
highway sign on a busy turnpike, any time I felt anything at all. Gretchen would be sitting in a cell pretending nothing was
wrong right this moment, while I was out here trying to hold back tears.
Woody shrugged. “They haven’t told us
anything. Come on. I’ll take you to the others.”
As near as I could figure, the room
where Woody led me contained all the families waiting for their loved ones to
have bail hearings. This was the place where people learned if they
could afford to bring their family member home, or if the option would even be
offered. It hadn’t occurred to
me before now that maybe they wouldn’t let Gretchen
go. Nor had it occurred to me how we would pay the
bail. Gretchen had plenty of money. I did not. I assumed we
would work something out once we knew the total.
Snippet #2
I nodded. There were lots of things I wanted to say, but I was a mess,
and I didn’t even know where to start. It was amazing to see him after all those nights spent
talking, but it was also weird. When we’d seen each other last in person, I’d been holding
a gun on him. And then he’d just
disappeared. Things were different now. But I couldn’t deal with the
intricacies of our strange relationship in the best of circumstances. This was not the best of circumstances.
“I’ll see you at
noon.” He nodded and turned to walk away. He was down two steps before I called after him. “Derek.” He turned, but
didn’t speak, not that it was particularly
surprising that he didn’t. I smiled very slightly. Maybe one of his brand of smiles. “Thanks.”
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