Author Joylene Nowell Butler is on tour this month with MC Book Tours featuring her new novel, Mâtowak Woman Who Cries, being released Nov. 1 by Dancing Lemur Press L.L.C.
You can follow Joylene's tour schedule HERE for excerpts, Q&As, chances to win copies of her book and more.
A murder enveloped in pain and mystery...
When Canada's retired Minister of National Defense, Leland Warner, is murdered in his home, the case is handed to Corporal Danny Killian, an aboriginal man tortured by his wife's unsolved murder.
The suspect, 60-year-old Sally Warner, still grieves for the loss of her two sons, dead in a suicide/murder eighteen months earlier. Confused and damaged, she sees in Corporal Killian a friend sympathetic to her grief and suffering and wants more than anything to trust him.
Danny finds himself with a difficult choice—indict his prime suspect, the dead minister's horribly abused wife or find a way to protect her and risk demotion. Or worse, transfer away from the scene of his wife’s murder and the guilt that haunts him...
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When Joylene's father died in 1983, she wrote her first full–length manuscript to channel her grief. The seven-year process left her hooked and she began Dead Witness within a few weeks of finishing Always Father's Child. Today Joylene is the author of three suspense novels: Dead Witness, Broken But Not Dead, and the steampunk collaboration Break Time. While she'll admit being published didn't fix all the wrongs in her life, she wishes her parents had lived to see her success. Dead Witness was a finalist in the 2012 Global eBook Awards. Broken But Not Dead won the 2012 IPPY Silver Medal and its sequel Mâtowak Woman Who Cries is due for release November 1, 2016.
Joylene lives with her husband and their two cats Marbles and Shasta on beautiful Cluculz Lake in central British Columbia. They spend their winters in Bucerias, Nayarit, Mexico.
For more on Joylene and her writing, visit her website and blog then connect with her on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and her Amazon Author Page.
Chapter 4- Excerpt
While the engine warms, I jot down my initial impressions of Mrs. Warner. My recall has been poor since Angie's death and I don't want to rely on my memory.
Mrs. Warner: Wealthy, privileged, dazed, confused, possibly in shock, or Canadian Juno Candidate for Best Actress?
I leave out assumptions about guilt or innocence for when the scientific evidence comes in.
Back at the detachment, I set a file down on my assistant's desk with a Post-it note on top.
She looks up at me. Smiles. “Good morning.”
“What? Oh, yeah, good morning.” My voice sounds gruff. I don't mean to be cranky, but how else do I hint that I don't like her looking at me like I'm a potential boyfriend. I'm not. “This is the number of Minister Warner's assistant while he was in Ottawa. The first name is Mr. Warner's law assistant here in town. Have them start the interviews now. I need a statement before day's end. Warner's doctor, his dentist, and anybody else connected to his overall physical condition need to be interviewed as soon as possible. Find out if Warner attended a gym. Have somebody interview Professor Brendell Meshango, her daughter Zoë Sheppard, and Sophie Brooks. The lawyers at his firm will need to be interviewed individually. Could you get me the newest suspect list?”
“Right away.”
“Send two officers in a van to pick up the files at Mr. Warner's law office and home. We'll use one of the interview rooms for the time being. Give an update to the file coordinator.”
“Right away.”
“Where's our jogger?”
“Interview Room three.” She lifts the small stack of papers off her desk, hands them along with a file folder to me, all the time trying to make eye contact. “Interview three's file, plus copies of the statements so far.”
Sure her eyes are pretty, she's pretty, but I'll continue to avoid her eyes because I don't know how what else to do. I'm a widower. I'm not dead. But no way am I ready for a relationship. I loved my wife. I can't…go there.
The job. I'm here to do the job.
“Warner's neighbours?”
“Included.”
“Somebody's observing from the viewing room?”
“Yes. They'll turn on the equipment as soon as you signal.”
I hang my coat in my locker, preparing my mind-set for the interview. If done correctly I may have my perp.
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