Before I let you know more about one of the characters in my
work-in-progress, I need share the brainstorm I got last week. A new (and
improved) title. What used to be Unpredictable
Nature is now Numbers Never Lie. When I started this story back in 2003, the
focus was on camping with the girls. I’m a better writer now than fifteen years
ago. (I should hope so.) As I’ve been editing and revising this story, it hit
me that Jack’s discoveries while doing an audit is pivotal. Audit, numbers. Number
Never Lie. (In fact, I didn’t realize until today that I used that
phrase during Jack’s
character sketch.)
Back to the character sketches. I’ve already shared Maggie’s,
Drew’s, and Jack’s. Now, it’s Ben’s turn. While he’s a secondary character, Ben
Voorheis plays a large part in the story.
Here’s a physical description of him from the story:
He
enveloped her [Maggie] in a one-armed bear hug. He smelled of cologne—a heavy,
exotic scent—and mint. Though about the same height as Maggie, Ben Voorheis was
burly and about a year older. His blond-white hair, blue eyes, and ‘apple’
cheeks were a testament to his Dutch ancestors who—like so many—settled in West
Michigan.
Ben met Jack at the big-name accounting firm where they
first worked after college. They became friends, eventually left the firm, and
started their own accounting business. They were a good match. Ben was more of
a people person than Jack, while Jack had a stronger drive. They each had their
own clients. Though Ben brought in more, he shared. Ben’s best quality is his
loyalty to his friends.
Five years ago, when he and Jack began their business
partnership, Ben fell for Maggie. When she let him know she wasn’t interested
in that type of relationship, he backed off. Sort of. Though he often joked how
she’d ruined him for other women, he never lost his romantic interest in her.
A stupid stunt on his motorcycle sidelined Ben for several
weeks, Hospital and rehab left him unable to perform his business duties. As
they always did when one became overloaded, the other stepped in. Jack took on
the audit of one of Ben’s clients, and one of his friends.
Here's the blurb:
Here's the blurb:
A shocking secret brings danger to Jack Sinclair and his sister Maggie.
As kids, they were the fearless threesome. As adults, Jack's an accountant; Drew, a lawyer; Maggie, a teacher and camping troop leader. Returning from a weekend camping trip, Maggie receives horrifying news. She refuses to believe her brother’s fatal car crash was an accident. If the police won’t investigate, she’ll do it herself. Convincing Drew Campbell to help is her only recourse.
Drew Campbell was too busy to return his best friend’s phone call. Too busy to attend a camping meeting important to his teen daughter. Too busy to stay in touch with Jack. Logic and reason indicate Jack’s accident was just that--an accident caused by fatigue and fog. Prodded by guilt, he’ll help Maggie even if he thinks she’s wrong.
A break-in at Jack’s condo convinces Maggie she’s right. Then her home is searched. What did Jack leave behind?
I’ve been sharing snippets from Numbers Never Lie every
weekend since February 3rd. Stop by every Saturday or Sunday to read
something new.
Thanks for stopping by. This is going to be a busy week,
blogwise. Tomorrow, I’ll be at Paranormal
Romantics, writing about my Muse.
On Friday, it’s my turn over at The
Roses of Prose where I’ll talk about my progress this month (compared to my
miserable February).
On Saturday, I’ll share another snippet from Numbers
Never Lie.
Today, my friend Susan Coryell’s latest mystery, A Murder of Principle, was released. See
my review.
On Thursday, Shannon Lawrence visits.
In between all the blogging, I’ll be chugging along on Numbers
Never Lie.
Numbers Never Lie is a great title!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elaine. Hope your sales are going well.
DeleteI like the Numbers title!
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting your review of A Murder of Principle.
Thanks, Priscilla. I enjoyed Susan's story.
DeleteThat's a catchy title. And funny how you really thought of it years ago. Good luck with your writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Natalie. It must have lain dormant, percolating in my mind.
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