As Laurel Ridge embraces a stranger hungry for answers, a sinister truth is awakened
A hard-hitting reporter, Kate Beaumont unearths the deepest lies and brings harsh truths to light. But the story that lures her to the gentle town of Laurel Ridge, Pennsylvania, is closer to her heart than anyone knows. The details of her half brotherâs sudden death have never made sense. She owes him justice, yet the one man who can help her is the stubborn sheriff she canât stand.
Protecting his town is Mac Whitingâs top priority. Everything elseâincluding pacifying a beautiful crusader on a mission best left resting in peaceâis secondary. But as Kateâs search embeds her in his world and attracts a skilled criminal, she needs Macâs protection. Drawn together by deadly secrets, they must find a way to trust each other before a killer silences them both.
Praise for Marta Perry
âAbundant details turn this Amish romantic thriller series launch into a work of art.â
âPublishers Weekly, starred review, on Where Secrets Sleep
âCrisp writing and distinctive characters make up Perryâs latest novel. Where Secrets Sleep is a truly entertaining read.â
âRT Book Reviews
âPerryâs story hooks you immediately. Her uncanny ability to seamlessly blend the mystery element with contemporary themes makes this one intriguing read.â
âRT Book Reviews on Home by Dark
âPerry skillfully continues her chilling, deceptively charming romantic suspense series with a dark, puzzling mystery that features a sweet romance and a nice sprinkling of Amish culture.â
âLibrary Journal on Vanish in Plain Sight
âLeahâs Choice, by Marta Perry, is a knowing and careful look into Amish culture and faith. A truly enjoyable reading experience.â
âAngela Hunt, New York Times bestselling author of Let Darkness Come
âLeahâs Choice is a story of grace and servitude as well as a story of difficult choices and heartbreaking realities. It touched my heart. I think the world of Amish fiction has found a new champion.â
âLenora Worth, author of Code of Honor
Dear Reader,
Iâm so glad you decided to read the final book in my Blackburn House series. Iâve especially enjoyed writing this series because Iâve been able to pick up pieces from real Pennsylvania small towns to incorporate in the stories, which makes the setting very real to me. In fact, the clock tower on the cover is actually the clock tower on Main Street in the town where I live!
In How Secrets Die, police chief Mac Whiting finally meets his match in a woman who is just as stubbornly determined to do the right thing as he is. After getting to know Mac in the two earlier books, I hope you enjoy watching as he and Kate battle each other as well as the forces of wrong to find their own happily-ever-after.
Please let me know how you feel about my story. Iâd be happy to send you a signed bookmark and my brochure of Pennsylvania Dutch recipes. You can email me at [email protected], visit me at www.Facebook.com/martaperrybooks or at www.martaperry.com, or write to me at HQN Books, 195 Broadway, 24th FL, New York, NY 10007.
Blessings,
This story is dedicated to my husband,
who always believes in me, with much love.
Death isnât the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live. âAmish proverb
CHAPTER ONE
A CEMETERY SHOULD be a place where people were buriedânot where they died. Kate Beaumont, confronted so unexpectedly with the place Jason had chosen to end his life, stopped the car in mid-traffic, earning an irritated honk from the driver behind her as he was forced to come to a halt, as well.
The driver circled her, looking annoyed but refraining from the rude gesture she anticipated. Apparently drivers were a bit more polite in a small town like Laurel Ridge, Pennsylvania, than they were in the city. Her hands were shaking, and not from the sudden stop. She pulled off the road near the stone wall that encircled the graveyard.
Ridiculous, to let just the sight of the place send her into a tailspin. She was tougher than that, wasnât she? But while she could face down a recalcitrant politician or an irate citizen in search of a story, she couldnât maintain that level of detachment where her younger brotherâs death was concerned.
Kate took a long breath, fighting to still the tremors that shook her. She focused on the scene facing her, thinking of how sheâd describe it for a newspaper article.
Laurel Ridgeâs cemetery covered the top of a rounded hill at the eastern end of town. Spreading maples, their leaves already turning color, shielded gray tombstones. Some of the stones were worn and tilted, their lettering eroded, while others were new enough to make it obvious the cemetery was still in use. The whole place had a well-tended air, the grass mown, with beds of gold-and-burgundy chrysanthemums blossoming here and there.