Picked up my hold at the library today (gave Tug a ride in the car which he likes to do and breaks up his day a bit). THE MESSENGER by Jan Burke is a stand alone that has elements of woo woo and suspense. Here's a description:
Beneath the Caribbean Sea, a salvage diver hears an eerie voice calling to him from the wreckage of a nineteenth-century ship. In return for promised riches, the diver becomes the servant of Adrian deVille, Lord Varre, the creature who has called to him. It's a bargain the diver will come to regret. Varre enlists him in a hunt for a man named Tyler Hawthorne. Ten years later, in a canyon in the foothills above Los Angeles, Amanda Clarke has become curious about her new neighbor, Tyler Hawthorne. He's not home much, but others tell her that her new neighbor is about her age -- twenty-four. He's also wealthy, handsome, and single. Amanda soon suspects that another description can be added to the list of Tyler's attributes: con artist. When Tyler shows up at the hospice room of her friend Ron and tells the dying man he'll live, Amanda angrily resents Tyler for giving Ron false hope. Until Ron begins to recover. Although Tyler continues to puzzle her, Amanda finds herself drawn to him. Tyler finds himself drawn to Amanda as well, but he has a secret heOooh hooo. Shivers. This is definitely a departure from her Irene series. More about the author in the next day or so. Being a 14-day book, this will jump the queue -- if I like it.
must keep from her: he's been twenty-four for almost two hundred years. Two centuries ago, he bargained for his life. In exchange, he became a Messenger, one who hears the final thoughts of the dying and conveys those last messages to their loved ones. Since that time, his life has been nomadic and -- except for the companionship of a remarkable black dog -- solitary. The dying also convey messages to Tyler and now they are hinting that his long service may be coming to an end. He begins to hope that he can return to a normal, mortal life and allows himself to grow closer to Amanda, unaware that he is being pursued by an old enemy who will stop at nothing to destroy him and that he can only leave his role as the Messenger behind at a dreadful cost.
Friday. End of the work week for those who are working. yeah yeah, we know who you are. Busy weekend a bit: Steve has a shooting tournament tomorrow and a gun show he'd like to visit. We're having dinner with his parents to make up for Christmas of them being out of town I guess. Sunday is the playoff game of Steelers and Ravens (go Steelers - please). Hmmm, I thought there was something else but it's not coming to me.
So to interfere with my mystery reading, I've decided to refresh my memory on the accounting stuff I learned about three years ago and see if I can do anything in that area. That's an evergreen job. I actually have several books on accounting and will spend more time doing that than catching fictional criminals even though I have a lot of those books to read. I suppose (read in sing song voice) that a job is more important than that. Reminder to self: I have to remember to put in my unemployment payment thingy on Sunday.
Uh oh. Getting close to walking Tug time and the dog knows how to tell time, I swear. It gets to be this precise time and he's sitting next to me putting his paw on my leg. Or staring. Or both. And the car ride doesn't count for nothing; that's a whole separate issue.
Which reminds me. I woke at 4:30 this morning because Tug was chewing on a knuckle bone. Loudly. So I got up to move to the couch because I didn't want him to wake Steve and Kona was at the front door. (Kona is the chocolate lab kitty corner behind our house). He hasn't been here for quite a while. So I got dressed, got Kona in the car, and drove around the block to put him in his yard. He used to do this a lot a couple years ago. And why on these occasions he can't get himself home, I don't know. He gets out of his yard frequently and goes roaming at night. So I got home and Tug was very worked up and chewing on his bone loudly again and then Steve got up at 6 as usual and I was TIRED. Oy.
I made the rounds of internet job sites and found nothing. I'll do some studying after I get back from the walk and then it will be evening. Another day.
Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster
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