Writer D.L Finn joins us to tell us about her latest book: A Voice in the Silence.
I've read all of Denise's books and each one holds a special place in my heart. This latest jewel is a must-read. You'll discover magic amidst loss, you'll travel with the protagonist and discover your own life afresh. A Voice in the Silence is a book of hope, determination, and possibilities.
Denise is quiet about her loves and her accomplishments. But one I simply must share is her profound love for the outdoors, which at times means, a ride on a Harley.
Please join me in welcoming Denise ...
After losing her husband and pets, Drea finds herself in a dark place. She believes that her purpose in life is missing—until life finds her again. She has a strong curiosity and is open-minded enough to accept what she finds. Plus, there is that powerful side of her that will do whatever it takes to survive, including an inner mama bear who protects those she loves.
The story not only is her journey to finding her new place in the world, but a message that you are never too old to find it. Of course, it isn’t easy for her dealing with the evil that surrounds her, but Drea is someone who jumps in and does what she needs to. I like that in a protagonist.
Drea Burr has experienced more than her share of loss when a stray dog, cat, and rat enter her life. Although the animals start to mend her broken heart, there is something very unusual about them.
During a snowstorm, Drea discovers a chilling set of footprints leading to her front window. Both the police and a ghostly messenger warn her about a killer stalking widows. Help comes from her late husband’s best friend, Adam Hale. As the two try to discover answers, more questions arise— about a killer, ghosts, and animals experimented on in a lab.
Can Drea and Adam survive the threats coming from so many directions and save themselves and the animals they’ve grown to love? Or will more tragedy destroy her second chance at happiness? Find out in this thrilling, cozy paranormal adventure.
Drea gasped and sat up on the couch. Her heart was racing like her nightmare of falling off a cliff had been real. Although it was still dark out, dawn was peeking through the veil. She had slept soundly through the night. The familiar crackling of the fire was absent. She shivered in the cold room, wrapped the blanket tightly around her, and took the simple route of turning on the central heat over rekindling the flames. This time of year, she preferred the warmth of a woodstove over forced hot air, but since becoming a widow, she chose where to put her energy.
The animals were curled up on the blue wool hearth rug and hadn’t stirred. A pleasant sensation passed through her— a sense of belonging, or being needed. That inspired her to pull on her snow boots, coat, and gloves and grab her new black fabric wood carrier. She shut the door quietly behind her without letting it latch. The garage door creaked open, exposing her to the winter chill.
The headlamp fit snuggly across her brow. A simple flick of a switch lit her path across the pristine snow to the woodshed. As the narrow beam of light guided her forward, her boots sank into the covered landscape. She quickly filled her carrier with oak and turned to go back into the house when her path crossed another set of footprints.
Her heart raced as she studied the tracks. They were bigger and deeper than the ones she’d made. The square heel left out any possibility of being a forest animal, and the tracks led away from the house into the trees. A quick scan of the area didn’t offer any answers.
She took a deep breath to push her fear away. Next time, she’d bring her gun. How stupid to go outside alone with a killer on the loose.
Charlie’s paw swept the door open, and he sprinted to her side.
She met the dog’s wide-eyed gaze. “Someone’s been here.”
Charlie sniffed the air, nodded, and fell in behind her. His head bumped against her legs, quickening her sluggish pace. Looking to her right, she spotted more footprints—right outside her front window. Time inched forward as goosebumps crawled over her skin.
Finally they were inside the garage. She dumped the load on the concrete floor and raced to the button that would shut the door and offer her protection from the outside world. Charlie stood statue-still next to the closing door, which moved at the speed of a turtle. She sighed in relief when the outer metal door thumped shut and quickly gathered up the wood.
D. L. Finn is an independent California local who encourages everyone to embrace their inner child. She was born and raised in the foggy Bay Area, but in 1990 she relocated with her husband, kids, dogs, and cats to Nevada City, in the Sierra foothills. She immersed herself in reading all types of books but especially loved romance, horror, and fantasy. She always treasured creating her own reality on paper. Finally, surrounded by towering pines, oaks, and cedars, her creativity was nurtured until it bloomed. Her creations include adult fiction, poetry, a unique autobiography, and children’s books. She continues on her adventure with an open invitation to all readers to join her.
Some fun facts: Fun Finn Facts
- We have never had to evacuate in 32 years of living in the forest. Although, we’ve packed up a couple of times.
- I do believe in ghosts and the unseen around me.
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