Haloed: Grafton County Series, #5 ~ Review #CrimeThriller @SueColetta1

She may be paranoid, but is she right?

A string of gruesome murders rocks the small town of Alexandria, New Hampshire, with all the victims staged to resemble dead angels, and strange red and pink balloons appearing out of nowhere.

All the clues point to the Romeo Killer’s return. Except one: he died eight years ago.

Paranoid and on edge, Sage’s theory makes no sense. Dead serial killers don’t rise from the grave. Yet she swears he’s here, hungering for the only angel to slip through his grasp—Sage.

With only hours left to live, how can Sage convince her Sheriff husband before the sand in her hourglass runs out?

Sue Coletta is an award-winning crime writer and an active member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers. Feedspot and Expertido.org named her Murder Blog as “Best 100 Crime Blogs on the Net.” She also blogs at the Kill Zone (Writer’s Digest “101 Best Websites for Writers”) and Writers Helping Writers.

Sue lives with her husband in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire and writes two psychological thriller series, Mayhem Series and Grafton County Series (Tirgearr Publishing) and is the true crime/narrative nonfiction author of PRETTY EVIL NEW ENGLAND: True Stories of Violent Vixens and Murderous Matriarchs (Rowman & Littlefield Group). Sue teaches a virtual course about serial killers for EdAdvance in CT and a condensed version for her fellow Sisters In Crime. She’s appeared on the Emmy award-winning true crime series, Storm of Suspicion. In October 2022, she’s filming three episodes of Homicide: Hours to Kill for Cineflix. Learn more about Sue and her books at https://suecoletta.com

Our Review

The mysterious red balloon that suddenly turns up in Sage Quintano’s bedroom triggers panic, setting the scene for a promisingly terrifying story.

Years might have passed, but the fear and the awful memories have not.

I have always loved the relationship between Sage and her husband, Niko, but this time, life might just give them more than either of them can handle. Worrying about them will keep you on the edge of your seat!

The tension in this story never ceases; reading it is like running a nightmare marathon. But I loved every word!

Haloed is one of the best thrillers I have read this year…

Lonely Hours… #Poetry

Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay 

The cruel things we say and do
leave us with no return
adrift in a sea of humanity
How then, do we fill those lonely hours?
self is never enough
Despair grows like weeds
in an unkept garden
The chair you sit in,
sour comfort for companionship
How then do we step out
from under the dark cloud?


Mindlovemisery Menagerie ~ Wordle #295 ~ #Poetry

A single key hung from the ceiling
The room filled with the colours of a rainbow
The church had been derelict for years
I was transported by a single thought
Suspicion rose like a frozen hand at my back
The mediums could be right 
about the curse on this old sacred place
No time to elaborate now
I shuffle forward the small distance towards the altar
Remembering the key above my head
After making the sign of the cross
I climbed on to the altar, snatching the key
Now all I needed was the keyhole
To find the treasure hidden in Rosslyn Chapel
My search continues, no keyhole as yet
I am not the kind to give up
I will find the book of St, Germaine…

To be continued


Abandoned #Acrostic Poetry

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Acrostic Poetry by Anita Dawes2022

Silent Sunday… In search of Peace…

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Disappointing Days… #Poetry

We have reached the end of the second week of covid and are nowhere near as recovered as we thought. We seem to get new symptoms every day, so trying not to feel miserable is almost impossible.

We both tested clear this morning, so that was such good news!

I have been trying to keep the grumpy demons at bay by thinking about a new case for David Snow. I can always rely on him to cheer me up.

Anita is struggling too, but fortunately, she finds solace in her poetry. Today’s wonderful acrostic poem seems to sum up how we are both feeling at the moment…

Loud Drumming

Out across the universe, voices whisper
No man is safe from his imagination
Over time, whispers become words, become deeds
Mirrored in black, the world grows dark
After stating their claim, the web grows stronger
Token friendships, leaving the world a colder place
Out among the shadows, suspicion grows
People follow their master, like sheep they tremble
Opinion has taken over from truth
Evening shadows follow the loud drumming
Inside each mind, suspicion grows wider
Affection, along with the spoken word has died…


More Bad News…

We have been dreading getting this new virus fo the last two years, and as time has passed, it seemed to have given us a miss.

So when number one son came home with it, we knew we would probably get it too.

Most people only get a mild version, so we thought we would too.

Unfortunately, our age and medical histories are working against us, and we had no idea just how ill we would become. We are still testing positive and feeling dreadful, and beginning to wonder if we will manage to walk away from this virus after all.

We have always been fully paid up members of the ‘fake it until you make it’ brigade, so will try to fool this virus into thinking it is time to move on, by carrying on as though nothing has happened…

from Anita and Jaye XX