A crumbling bluff, two unsolved homicides, and a woman
on the edge. Haunted by her husband’s untimely death,
Kate must navigate treacherous waters and leave
Crest Lake and her tragic past behind...before it all
unravels.
The Bluff
by Bonnie Traymore
Genre
Psychological Thriller
"A riveting, pulse-pounding, adrenaline rush of a thriller.
Do not miss this book!" -Noelle W. Ihli, author of Gray
After Dark
“Gripping and full of surprises, The Bluff is a clever
psychological suspense with layered characters and an
atmospheric setting. Traymore masterfully ratchets up
the tension little-by-little until the shocking, explosive
end.” –Tracey Devlyn, USA Today bestselling author
“What do you have to lose, Kate?” Ryan asked me, as we
stood on the bluff looking out on Lake Michigan.
Turns out, almost everything.
When I first moved from Manhattan to this small own six
years ago, I worried about many things. I worried
about finding a job. I worried that I’d be bored. I
worried that my relationship with charming
photographer Ryan Breslow was moving too fast. But I
never worried about whether the ground beneath my
feet would crumble—both literally and figuratively.
My marriage didn’t go as I’d imagined. A year ago, Ryan
met his untimely death in a car accident that’s still
under investigation. Isolated and alone, all I wanted
was to sell my home and leave Crest Lake and its
painful memories behind.
But with my home inching ever closer to the edge of the
crumbling bluff, the property has become
unmarketable. All of us on the lakefront have lost
chunks of property, and tempers are at a boiling point
about what to do next.
And now, on the evening of a contentious vote about
how to fix this pressing issue, my nemesis on the
shoreline committee has been murdered. I know how it
looks, but it’s not what it seems. I have to get my plan
passed and cash out.
Because I have secrets.
And they won’t stay buried forever.
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ELEVEN
KATE
I awake to find myself rubbing my forearms vigorously with my hands and realize that I’m freezing cold. Something goopy and wet pushes into the space between my toes.
I look down.
I’m standing in mud.
Perilously close to the edge of the bluff.
My eyes widen. I gasp and take a few steps back. I turn to look behind me, and my heart races. A trail of footprints on the pavers stretches to my back door, illuminated by the motion lights in my backyard that pierce the black of night. I look down at myself, the spotlight shining on me. My sheer white nightgown is stuck to me, and my skin shows through the gossamer fabric. I’m wet, I realize. I look up at the night sky. It’s drizzling, and I need to get back inside. But I’m still foggy, not quite grasping what’s going on.
How did I get here?
Then it hits me. What must have happened. I head back to the house. My racing heart starts to slow, but the pounding in my chest is replaced with an uncontrollable shivering that rattles my bones. I get inside and lock the door behind me.
But then I remember the brick. And I think about the fact that somebody could have slipped into my house while I was outside. The alarm people are coming in a few days, but that does nothing for me now.
The chances are slim, I tell myself. But still. I look around, and I don’t see anyone. Then it dawns on me that if someone wanted to kill me, they could have simply pushed me off the cliff. So, I head upstairs to take a hot shower before I catch my death of cold.
I haven’t had a sleepwalking episode in decades, not since my father died and left me parentless, but I remember all too well what they feel like. I’m devastated. I wonder what triggered it. I had one of those feelings again last night before I went to bed. Like someone was watching me. That’s nothing new, though, and it doesn’t explain why this is starting up again.
I need to get ahead of it. It’s dangerous. And suddenly, prison isn’t my biggest fear. At least in prison, I wouldn’t be able to plunge myself off an eighty-foot cliff, shattering my body into a thousand pieces on the rocky shore below.
I laugh out loud at the thought and wonder if I’m starting to lose my mind.
Bonnie Traymore is the award-winning, Amazon best selling author of page-turner mystery/thrillers that hit close to home. Her books feature strong but relatable female protagonists. The plots explore difficult topics such as jealousy, infidelity, murder, and the impact of psychological disorders, but she also includes bits of romance and humor to lighten the mood from time to time. She's an active status member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America.
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The blurb and excerpt sound really good. Thanks for sharing.
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