{"id":7042,"date":"2011-03-02T20:45:51","date_gmt":"2011-03-03T01:45:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/\/?p=7042"},"modified":"2011-03-02T20:45:51","modified_gmt":"2011-03-03T01:45:51","slug":"in-the-shadow-of-evil-by-robin-caroll","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=7042","title":{"rendered":"In the Shadow of Evil by Robin Caroll"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>\"\"<\/a>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> <\/strong> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n

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Robin Caroll<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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In the Shadow of Evil <\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

B&H Books (March 1, 2011)<\/p>\n

***Special thanks to Julie Gwinn, Trade Book Marketing, B&H Publishing Group for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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\n Robin Caroll is a leading Christian suspense novelist. She gives back to the writing community as conference director for the American Christian Fiction Writers organization. A proud southerner through and through, Robin lives with her husband and three daughters in Arkansas.<\/p>\n

Visit the author’s website<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

Informed by the real-life fallout of the U.S. economy and devastation caused by multiple hurricanes along the southern coast, In the Shadow of Evil tells a modern day story involving the exposure of a building rebound scam. Amidst the layers of unethical practices, supply shortages, and excess murders, a top Louisiana homicide detective loses his heart to a charitable contractor while uncovering a secret about his tragic past.<\/p>\n

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Product Details:<\/p>\n

List Price: $14.98
\n Paperback: 320 pages
\n Publisher: B&H Books (March 1, 2011)
\n Language: English
\n ISBN-10: 0805449795
\n ISBN-13: 978-0805449792<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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Prologue<\/p>\n

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Eighteen Years Earlier<\/p>\n

What a night!<\/p>\n

Maddox turned his car into the residential area and glanced at the digital display on the dash\u201412:28. Great, late for curfew. He smiled. Being late was worth it when he\u2019d had a hot date with Julie Cordon. Man, the girl was something else. Beautiful, sexy, and funny. Just being with her made him feel special. Made him forget lots of things, including time.<\/p>\n

Besides, he was seventeen. Curfews were for kids! A senior in high school, and he had to be home by midnight? All his Pop\u2019s doing.<\/p>\n

Tyson Bishop\u2026Mr. Air Force man, determined to force the entire family to live by rules and regulations.<\/p>\n

But his dad was over foreign soil right now, jumping out of perfectly good airplanes. Mom understood better, wasn\u2019t quite the stickler about curfews like his dad. Good thing, too. Maddox was almost thirty minutes late tonight. Pop would blow his top and ground him for at least a month. Probably take away his car. But not Mom. She\u2019d just caution him to pay closer attention to the time. Launch into the whole spiel about responsibility and accountability. He could recite it from memory.<\/p>\n

Maddox whipped into the driveway and pressed the garage door opener. The light from the kitchen door spilled into the garage. Mom would be up\u2026waiting. He should\u2019ve called.<\/p>\n

But being around Julie was like being caught in a time warp. Even the car\u2019s interior held her smell. Light, flowery\u2026teasing and tempting.<\/p>\n

He killed the engine and jogged up the steps, slipping his charming smile into place. His mom had never been able to stay mad or disappointed when he flashed his dimples at her. He\u2019d promise to mow the grass tomorrow before Pop got home, and she\u2019d forget all about his tardiness.<\/p>\n

He shut the garage door behind him and entered the kitchen. \u201cMom? I\u2019m home.\u201d The hint of roast lingered in the air.<\/p>\n

The house was as silent as a tomb.<\/p>\n

Odd. She would normally be on her feet to meet him.<\/p>\n

He passed the kitchen\u2019s butcher-block island and continued into the living room. A soft light filled the space beside her reading chair, but no sign of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

Maddox backtracked to the kitchen. Maybe she was in the downstairs bathroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d His voice rose an octave as his pulse hammered. The bathroom door was wide open, the room dark.<\/p>\n

Where was she?<\/p>\n

His steps faltered as he pressed into the kitchen again. The backdoor stood open, the glass pane closest to the knob\u2014shattered. His heart jumped into his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom!\u201d<\/p>\n

Using the agility that had garnered him the wide receiver place on the varsity football team, Maddox flew down the hall toward his parents\u2019 bedroom. He pushed open the door with shaking hands.<\/p>\n

His mother lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood staining the carpet around her. Her face pale against the dark red spilling from her chest. A metallic odor permeated the room.<\/p>\n

What? He blinked repeatedly, his mind not processing what his eyes saw. Then\u2026he did. And nearly vomited.<\/p>\n

He raced to her side, lifting her head into his lap. \u201cMom.\u201d Tears backed up in his eyes as he smoothed her hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cMad-dy,\u201d she croaked.<\/p>\n

He grabbed the phone from the nightstand, the base landing on the floor with a resounding thud. He grabbed the receiver and punched in 9-1-1.<\/p>\n

\u201cHang on, Mom. I\u2019m calling for help.\u201d Every nerve in his body stood at high alert.<\/p>\n

\u201cToo. Late.\u201d She grimaced. A gurgling seeped from between her lips. Her body went slack in his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201c911, what is the nature of your emergency?\u201d<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes. Fought back scalding tears. \u201cMy mother. She\u2019s been murdered.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n

I first became familiar with Robin Caroll’s books as a monthly subscriber to Love Inspired Suspense. I was always glad when a new shipment contained one of her novels. With her newest series based in Eternal Springs, Louisiana, Robin has gifted her readers with even more of a good thing.<\/p>\n

In the Shadow of Evil<\/a> meets all my requirements for a good suspense novel. It has realistic and interesting characters, adequate action, and lots of clues that are not too obvious – plus a first-rate romance is the icing on the cake. Components of the story are the stuff of the evening news. In fact, one detail (minus the murder) is under investigation on our local Memphis news this week.<\/p>\n

I liked the way Robin dropped hints that could apply to more than one suspect. Every time I thought I knew the guilty party, something would prove me wrong. I hate it when I have a mystery solved halfway through a book. No chance of that with In the Shadow of Evil<\/a>.<\/p>\n

All things considered, In the Shadow of Evil<\/a> is an excellent read. I give it my thumbs up and suggest that you pick up a copy asap.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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