Please welcome my guest Veronica Lynch, author of Caper Magic, a novella from the Wild Rose Press
As a Halloween change, Tell us about the villain in Caper Magic.
A bit about Robert Gallow, Esq., Nick Forrester’s employer.
A graduate of Syracuse University’s School of Law, Robert Gallow joined his father in law’s law firm, Yankowicz and Perot, LLC, right out of school. Within five years, the name Gallow was added to the firm’s masthead and, as happens among the ranks lawyers and paralegals, the change earned the firm the accurately descriptive acronym: GYPsters.
On a regular basis, Bob the Boob puts in as few hours as possible each day. Passive-aggressive in personality, he takes great delight in with-holding crucial information from the firm’s support staff until the last minute–then watches as they scramble to respond to the demands of the situation.
When it comes to his clients, Robert Gallow is a life-long practitioner of the “hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest” school of legal advocacy. At the end of Caper Magic, he informs hero Nick Forrester the client has offered a bonus of high five figures, under the table, if his children, “abducted” by a bitter ex-wife, are returned “with as little drama as possible”. Nick comes to believe Gallow has been in possession of expert reports which have diagnosed the children with signs of chronic sexual abuse committed by the client. Further, Gallow has knowingly disregarded these reports in order to heighten publicity for himself and the firm, all the while earning an obscenely high fee for his services.
A Contemporary novella length romance by Veronica Lynch
P.I. Nick Forrester comes to Cape Brendan ostensibly to assist with Caper Madness, a month long celebration of everything Halloween. In reality he is tracking a woman on the run. Within hours, he comes face to face with Annunciata Doyle, a vivid reminder of a pain-filled past.
After retreating to Cape Brendan in defeat and humiliation, Nunie Doyle’s only hope was to make the best of forced retirement. There, in this quaint tourist town on the shores of Lake Ontario, she has earned the love and respect of her friends and neighbors—and is able to her talent for helping women and children to good use.
With the goal of making Caper Madness the best ever, Nick and Nunie fight tooth and nail on the personal level, while each discovers a new side to the other. Sides that force them to consider making drastic changes for the rest of their lives.
This attraction: complete madness—or sheer magic?
Hank let out a holler just before a toothy grin split the borders of his gaunt cheeks. “Top o’ the marnin’ to ye, Missus!” he cackled to someone exiting the front door of the stone cottage next door.
Taking the concrete steps to the sidewalk in two lithe moves, a woman in a slinky dress the color of ripe tomatoes glanced their way. “And the ass end of the day to ye, Mistur Pierpont.”
Intrigued by the richness of her brogue, Nick craned his neck to find one of the witches from yesterday’s parade—minus the droopy velvet hat—passing in front of Hank’s porch. With a bulging garment bag hung over one arm, she headed down Vincentian Lane in the direction of Dingle Pier. Damned if right then a wind didn’t jump up off the river to mold the filmy scarlet fabric against each curve of her body. Long black hair—and there seemed to be a good ten pounds of it—flowed over her shoulders, caressing her body like a lover as she marched toward the water. When his heart bumped into a trip hammer beat, Nick reminded himself to breathe.
“Ferget yer broom, Missus?” Hank called out to her retreating back.
“In the repair shop,” she replied over one shoulder, winging that glorious onyx hair away from her lips that were painted in the same color as her dress. “Gettin’ fitted with a couple of those fancy turbo boosters, it is.”
“Turbo boosters,” Hank chuckled before returning to his coffee. “That Nunie Doyle; sure is a pistol.”
An invisible fist reached down to grab Nick’s gut in a vise. Recognition flared while a long buried rage took a slow crawling path up his spine.
Legal nurse consultant, victim advocate, sexual assault nurse examiner Veronica Lynch–and her alter ego–Kat Henry Doran, has been there and done that–many times over. She often travels from the shores of Lake Ontario and the Saint Lawrence River to the historic Adirondack and Catskill Mountains for settings in her books which feature strong characters who stand for the less thans in this world. Over the years, Veronica has been called many things, not all of them flattering. The name she treasures most is Nana from the four brightest lights in her life: Meredith and Ashlin, Owen and Kieran.
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