Review
Praise for Erica Spindler:
“Get ready to stay up all night... The latest Erica Spindler has arrived and it's time for another pulse-pounding, page-turning, absolutely can't-put-it-down roller coaster ride of a read!" – Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author of The Neighbor on Blood Vines
"Intoxicating suspense blended with subtle hints of obsession, intense family secrets, a touch of murder and richly textured with Sonoma wine country history. Best served with a glass of your favorite wine for a sleepless one-night read." – Alex Kava, New York Times bestselling author of Black Friday, on Blood Vines
“Set in California’s wine country, Blood Vines is as mysterious and delicious as a fine cabernet. Erica Spindler delivers all the ingredients of a top notch suspense novel with the finesse and subtlety of a master storyteller. Chock full of family secrets, a setting so real you can see the dew sparkling on the grapevines and a cast of fascinating characters, Blood Vines will keep you guessing until the end.” –Linda Castillo, New York Times bestselling author of Sworn To Silence“Spine-tingling.”—Star Magazine on Breakneck
“Top Pick! Filled with well-developed, multidimensional characters, Spindler’s latest boasts fast-paced action and emotional tension…. The intricately woven plot makes this novel a sure winner for readers who like to keep guessing all the way to the end.”—Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Breakneck
“Last Known Victim is clear evidence that Spindler is a master at her romantic thriller art.”-- Diana Pinckley, New Orleans Times-Picayune
“[A] bloodcurdling romantic thriller…culminating in a breathless finale.R...
From the Inside Flap
Praise for author Erica Spindler:
"Get ready to stay up all night... The latest Erica Spindler has arrived and it's time for another pulse-pounding, page-turning, absolutely can't-put-it-down roller coaster ride of a read!" - Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author of The Neighbor on Blood Vines
"Intoxicating suspense blended with subtle hints of obsession, intense family secrets, a touch of murder and richly textured with Sonoma wine country history. Best served with a glass of your favorite wine for a sleepless one-night read." - Alex Kava, New York Times bestselling author of Black Friday, on Blood Vines
"Set in California's wine country, Blood Vines is as mysterious and delicious as a fine cabernet. Erica Spindler delivers all the ingredients of a top notch suspense novel with the finesse and subtlety of a master storyteller. Chock full of family secrets, a setting so real you can see the dew sparkling on the grapevines and a cast of fascinating characters, Blood Vines will keep you guessing until the end." -Linda Castillo, New York Times bestselling author of Sworn To Silence
"Spine-tingling."--Star Magazine on Breakneck
"Top Pick! Filled with well-developed, multidimensional characters, Spindler's latest boasts fast-paced action and emotional tension.... The intricately woven plot makes this novel a sure winner for readers who like to keep guessing all the way to the end."--Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Breakneck
"Last Known Victim is clear evidence that Spindler is a master at her romantic thriller art."-- Diana Pinckley, New Orleans Times-Picayune
"[A] bloodcurdling romantic thriller...culminating in a breathless finale." -Publishers Weekly on Copycat
"Fast-paced...an entertaining summer read for the legions of Spindler fans." -The Times Picayune on Copycat
"Part procedural, part psychological puzzle, [Copycat] is told at an unrelenting pace, and it's one of [Spindler's] finest efforts to date." -Romantic Times
From the Back Cover
Praise for author Erica Spindler:
"Get ready to stay up all night... The latest Erica Spindler has arrived and it's time for another pulse-pounding, page-turning, absolutely can't-put-it-down roller coaster ride of a read!" – Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author of The Neighbor on Blood Vines
"Intoxicating suspense blended with subtle hints of obsession, intense family secrets, a touch of murder and richly textured with Sonoma wine country history. Best served with a glass of your favorite wine for a sleepless one-night read." – Alex Kava, New York Times bestselling author of Black Friday, on Blood Vines
"Set in California's wine country, Blood Vines is as mysterious and delicious as a fine cabernet. Erica Spindler delivers all the ingredients of a top notch suspense novel with the finesse and subtlety of a master storyteller. Chock full of family secrets, a setting so real you can see the dew sparkling on the grapevines and a cast of fascinating characters, Blood Vines will keep you guessing until the end." –Linda Castillo, New York Times bestselling author of Sworn To Silence
"Spine-tingling."―Star Magazine on Breakneck
"Top Pick! Filled with well-developed, multidimensional characters, Spindler's latest boasts fast-paced action and emotional tension…. The intricately woven plot makes this novel a sure winner for readers who like to keep guessing all the way to the end."―Romantic Times BOOKreviews on Breakneck
"Last Known Victim is clear evidence that Spindler is a master at her romantic thriller art."-- Diana Pinckley, New Orleans Times-Picayune
"[A] bloodcurdling romantic thriller…culminating in a breathless finale." –Publishers Weekly on Copycat
"Fast-paced…an entertaining summer read for the legions of Spindler fans." –The Times Picayune on Copycat
"Part procedural, part psychological puzzle, [Copycat] is told at an unrelenting pace, and it's one of [Spindler's] finest efforts to date." –Romantic Times
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Erica Spindler has written many novels, including Breakneck, Watch Me Die, Bone Cold, In Silence and Last Known Victim. Her books are published in 25 countries. Raised in Rockford, Illinois, Spindler planned on becoming an artist, and earned visual arts degrees from Delta State University and the University of New Orleans. But one day in 1982, she picked up a romance novel and was immediately hooked. She soon tried to write her own romance, but it was when she leapt from romance to suspense that she found her true calling. Spindler has won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for excellence, the Kiss of Death Award, and has been a three-time RITA Award Finalist. She lives just outside New Orleans, Louisiana, with her husband and two sons.
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Chapter One
Sonoma Valley, California
Friday, February 12
10:05 A.M.
Violent Crimes Investigations detective Daniel Reed eased to the side of the road, stopping behind the Sheriff’s Department cruiser. He swung out of his four-wheel-drive Tahoe, a small, rust-colored cloud forming as his boots landed on the dirt road. Before him, vineyards stretched across the gently rolling hills, the mustard in bloom, painting the rows yellow. The cheery yellow contrasted sharply with the dormant vines, standing like gnarled headstones in a cemetery that extended as far as the eye could see.
The Native American Miwoks had named this place Valley of the Moon. Their legend held that the moon had risen from the valley. Reed figured that’s why so much crazy shit went down here. You had your bizarro religions, whacked-out criminals and a little dark cloud of weirdness that seemed to hang over the valley.
Blame the moon. It worked for him.
Today, however, his job was to figure out who’d buried what in this torn-up vineyard.
The CSI unit pulled up behind him. The Sheriff’s Department employed its own crime scene investigators, all sworn officers. The CSI guys—and gals—worked in tandem with the VCI, forming a two-lead partnership for each case. Jointly, they were held responsible for the case.
Tanner had drawn this one, Reed saw, as the attractive blonde stepped out of her vehicle. Barbara Tanner looked a decade younger than her fifty years and had a reputation for being driven. A reputation he, unlike a few of his fellow detectives, admired.
Of course, his reputation for being a cowboy wasn’t always appreciated either. They made a good team.
He slammed the SUV door and sauntered her way. “Flying solo today, Tanner?” he called, grinning.
“Hell no, Reed. I’ve got you.”
“Born lucky and beautiful.”
“Tell that to my shrink, plastic surgeon and prick of an ex-husband.”
He laughed. “Know anything about this one?”
“Not much. Somebody found bones.”
“My bet’s on a dog.”
“Coyote, maybe.”
They reached the inner perimeter. He greeted the patrolman standing watch with a clipboard. He signed the log and handed it to Tanner. “What’s the deal?”
“Phylloxera infestation. The whole vineyard had to be ripped out.”
Tanner made a sound of distress. “Breaks my heart to see old vines like these go.”
“Tell me about it,” the deputy agreed. “You feel it in the gut, you know?”
Reed glanced at the piles of thick, gnarled stocks and branches. Century-old vines. The older the vine, the less fruit produced, but the more intense the flavor of that fruit. Nothing tasted quite like the wine produced from them.
“I’m a beer man myself,” he said.
The other two looked at him. Tanner shook her head. “You’re a weird one, Reed. You know that?”
She said it with a smile, but it was true. Here, in this little slice of the world, it was all about the grapes, the wine produced from them. The wine’s color. Its nose. The points awarded it by Wine Enthusiast. Here, invariably, idle conversation turned not to religion or politics, but to viticulture or terroir.
He’d turned his back on all that years ago.
He grinned at her. “Yeah, I know. But I wear the label well.”
“That you do.” She turned her attention back to the deputy. “The remains were found in the clearing process?”
He nodded and motioned to a group of fieldworkers sitting in the bed of a battered pickup truck. “The front loader unearthed a wooden crate, or what was left of one. Guys there figured they’d found buried treasure, got pretty excited. That changed when they got a look inside.”
“You confirmed?”
“Didn’t want to mess with the box. Took a peek, confirmed some sort of remains.”
“Human?” Tanner asked.
“Not my area. It’s damn creepy, though.”
Tanner cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow, clearly amused. “Would that be your professional opinion, Officer?”
He laughed. “As a matter of fact it would.”
Reed and Tanner ducked under the crime scene tape and picked their way to the discovery. The old vines had gone deep; ripping them up had created a mess.
Reed fitted on Latex gloves and squatted beside the find. The box was badly decomposed. In the fieldworkers’ eagerness to pry off the top, it had partially crumbled.
“Wine crate,” he said. “Or what’s left of one. Rules out a coyote.”
“Been buried awhile.”
“Lid was nailed shut.” He indicated the rusty nail that had fallen away from the crumbled wood. “Somebody gave a shit about fido. Got a pen?”
She handed him one; he used it to lift away a corner of the heavy plastic sheeting. Reed prepared himself for a wave of odor that surprisingly didn’t come.
Tanner got the first look and swore. “Holy Christ. Creepy doesn’t quite cover it.”
Not a dog or coyote, Reed saw. And not just bones. An infant, mummified.
“This is out of my area of expertise,” Tanner said. “I’ll need to call Sonoma State, get an anthropologist out here.”
Reed nodded, a sinking feeling in the pit of his gut. This picture-perfect wine country day had just turned ugly.
Excerpted from Blood Vines by Erica Spindler.
Copyright © 2010 by Erica Spindler.
Published in March 2010 by St. Martin’s Press.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.
The opening scene begins with doctoral student Alexandra Clarkson having a scary flashback. Orlagh Cassidy hooks listeners as she reflects the heroine's anxiety and her typical response-pushing the images aside and moving on. As the story proceeds, Alex's secretive mother is found dead, her haunting images increase, and she learns she has a family and a history that have been hidden from her for 25 years. Cassidy convinces us of Alex's increasing confusion and desperation to understand her past. Likewise, Cassidy makes credible the heroine's discovery that she's the stepdaughter of a prominent Sonoma vintner as well as her romantic involvement with police detective Daniel Reed. Cassidy's narration mirrors the emotions of the main character so well that listeners become solidly engaged with her story. S.W. © AudioFile 2010, Portland, Maine
