Today, Juli D. Revezzo is here with MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR, a Christmas Crime story that readers will be sure to love. I asked Juli how she came up with this story, and here is her response:
"For several years I’ve written Christmas stories as gifts for friends. So it seemed natural to keep doing so, now that I’m published. MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR, however, ended up bridging the gap between my unpublished and published world. It also had a different kind of huge gap to cover and this is what really inspired the story. There’s a stereotype in our culture that Christmas is always happy and bright, that Christmas Cheer keeps away the bad things of the world.
I learned from personal experience this stereotype is just that. Statistics show that more people die this time of year than any other. I suppose that’s why our ancestors considered September to December the dark time of the year. So this worked into the creation of my story. What if, I thought, murder and mayhem visited a family? How would the family deal with the glow and cheer around them? Could there be a happy ending in sight for my hero? Could he and his family find a way to lift themselves out of the gloom that has descended on them? Driving away that darkness is a conscious, Herculean effort at such times. How do you do it? That’s the ultimate question and answer of MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR. Gloomy as it seems, life and death don’t stop because the Christmas trees are going up, neither do love and hope." ~ Author Juli D. Revezzo.
If you’d like to check out MURDER UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR, here’s the blurb
'Tis the season ... for death.
Murder reminds Detective Helene Collias of Holly PD that crime doesn't respect holidays. And the last victim she ever expected to find in her case files is the sister of her old flame, Sean Grant. Ordinarily, Helene's psychic gifts give her an edge but this time, that gift has short-circuited. Could her lingering attraction to Sean be blurring her abilities, or is something more sinister at work?
The small casket appeared on the bed beside her. The child lay inside, his eyes closed, peaceful, yet Helene’s heart hammered in her throat. He turned his head. Blood poured from his mouth and bruises bloomed fresh on his skin. The casket stood on end; the boy’s body fell out, flopped to the edge of a riverbank, and rolled to her side. Helene shivered. Her skin chaffed against the dank, muddy grass on which they lay. He opened his eyes. “Help me, Auntie Helene.”
Blood continued to drain from the boy’s ruined body, so much it finally pooled on her floor. Helene pushed out of her bed and crossed to her dresser. The blood writhed and wiggled after her. Helene tried to get away but the red muck sloshed over her bare feet.
The child reached short, fat arms out to her. “Tell him to leave me alone, Auntie Helene.”
She sat up, heaving and gasping for air. Sweat slicked her skin. She blinked at the dark room, her empty bed, and clean floor. Her head ached and she rubbed at her temples, shuddering. “Jesus, Hara, get out of there!”
All these years and you still have the damned nightmares. Why?
Hadn’t she done all she could to appease his ghost? Everything but specialize in crimes against children.
She stumbled to her bathroom and splashed frigid water on her face. Her hands shook as she patted her skin dry.
She couldn’t handle the age of juvenile victims then, and she couldn’t now. Are you going soft, Helene? Chelsea and Hara were two different cases, but both had died too young. And you’ve done what for them?
She could see young Hara’s body lying doll-like, still, as a soft outline in mirror.
She flicked the light off and sat on the toilet lid. “What the hell do you want?” Catch this motherfucker. Catch him and the nightmare will stop.
Wouldn’t it? It hadn’t before, why would this case be any different?
Did he want her to move to juvenile homicide? She shuddered and pulled her hair away from her sweating neck. No. Absolutely not. No way, Hara, you hear me? I catch killers for you. Just not baby killers. I can’t. I can’t take that, even for you. You know it. You know why.
What brought the dream back tonight? The nightmare? The memory.
I’m not going any younger, Hara. Drop it.
Would that satisfy his ghost? She doubted it.
Available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Murder-upon-Midnight-Clear-Revezzo-ebook/dp/B00GSC8MMM
About the Author
Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl, with a love of fantasy, science fiction, and Arthurian legend, so much so she gained a B.A. in English and American Literature. She loves writing stories with fantastical elements whether it be a full-on fantasy, or a story set in this world-slightly askew. She has been published in short form in Eternal Haunted Summer, Dark Things II: Cat Crimes (a charity anthology for cat related charities), Luna Station Quarterly, The Scribing Ibis: An Anthology of Pagan Fiction in Honor of Thoth, and Twisted Dreams Magazine. Her debut paranormal romance novel, Passion's Sacred Dance, was recently released.
She is a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour. Come learn more about her at http://julidrevezzo.com
All works by Juli D. Revezzo are available at Amazon