Alison finished the first book in two weeks and decided that she really enjoyed writing, so she kept going. She already had ideas in mind for books two and three, so she kept writing. That is how the Learning to Love Series was born. Somewhere along the line, one of my Beta readers convinced me that Michael, a character from Finding Love, needed his own story. That is when Alison added the fourth and final book. Alison hopes you enjoy her books as much as she enjoyed writing them.
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Contest ends at Posted by CJ Dennis at 4: A murder scene is not exactly the place to find romance. But when Inspector Michael Devane is called upon to solve the murder of Robert Bradshaw, he finds a woman who arouses intense passion in his heart.
Whitechapel was disturbingly quiet as newly appointed Inspector, Michael Charles Devane walked the streets in contemplative solitude. His eyes missed nothing as he strolled, absorbed with the turmoil inside his head, yet acutely aware of all that was around him. It was instinctive, like so much else about his nature. Devane had been a mediocre police officer, but several small cases that had baffled other investigators had been solved by his unorthodox and admittedly questionable methods.
Like Fred Abberline, Michael Devane knew the district intimately, and he spent long periods of time actually living in Whitechapel. The locals trusted him. The prostitutes had laughingly befriended him in the first years of his adult life, and subsequently, the early days of his career with the police force.
Strings had been pulled, and his transfer had been made in the space of days. Mist curled around his feet; the thick, cottony clouds of fog that were uniquely London clinging to his pants with cloying wetness. His footsteps, lost in the swirl of sickly white on the cobble-stoned ground, sounded vaguely muffled.
He pulled the collar of his overcoat a little higher and glanced around. There were still people brave enough to walk the streets, but fear lingered behind the boldness of the gazes that met his stare, then slid away too quickly. He shuddered as he spotted The Ten Bells tavern, and the chill of the night sank deeper into his being.
Almost four years since the Ripper murders, but it might have been yesterday to many. It felt like yesterday to him. After all, the police had never caught the notorious Jack the Ripper. A great number of people blamed Chief Inspector Fred Abberline. Others were not so specific and targeted anybody who was even remotely associated with the nightmarish case. Few people knew the truth.
It would always be that way, too, he knew, truth being subjective, and loyalties as eternally ambiguous as the evidence. Conspiracy theories had abounded at the time of the killings, and many more had been formulated and put forth since those grisly days in the latter half of A hand touched his arm, tugged less than gently, and he turned to look into the lascivious smile of a local whore. He saw a multitude of things in her pale eyes as they looked at each other, among them was the ever-present fear.
Her gaze dropped for an instant as she took stock of him, a potential customer. His expression remained passive, and when her head rose to meet his stare a second time, she was apologetic. Inspector Devane was not typical of her customary clientele, in any way. He was young, exceptionally handsome, and dressed like a gentleman.
His eyes were dark, intelligent, and if anyone peered too closely, the shadows of perpetual pain and deeply-rooted loss would become visible. Few people were permitted that privilege, of course. Devane continued his interrupted walk, and eventually the worn sign of Mitre Street caught his attention. Again, the icy breath of past death caressed his insides. He turned away, unwilling to go further in that direction. Abberline had been quick to see the value of his gift of near-clairvoyant insight, and had quickly given him the rare opportunity to be among his men on the streets.
It had been a mixed blessing, indeed. The Ripper had been haunting him anew recently. Not entirely unique in his experience, but the horror of the attacks, and the violence in the residue that remained with him throughout the day, was vividly reminiscent of the Ripper murders that had occurred over a period of several months. He knew that it was not the work of Jack The Ripper, yet something was drawing him back into that macabre nightmare world that had cost him a piece of his soul, as well as his faltering marriage, and then threatened his very sanity in ways about which he tried to avoid thinking.
His footsteps quickened slightly, and it took only a single heartbeat for him to recognize the reason for it; behind him, the sound of a carriage approaching, moving fast and with purpose. Pulling his thoughts inward, cloaking himself in cultivated control, Devane turned to face the nearing vehicle. But, things had changed after the Ripper case.
And, this new one was going to put more pressure on a personality that was fraught with edginess on the best of days. It always had been. Devane released him by turning to look out the window again, drinking in the night and its secrets. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Life has become a thing to be enjoyed again, and the past is slowly being put to rest.
But less than a day after they return to London from their honeymoon, Bethany's closest friend, Daphne Ashton, arrives with a problem that will re Almost a year has passed since the murder of Robert Bradshaw, and Inspector Michael Devane has married Bradshaw's lovely widow, Bethany Anne. But less than a day after they return to London from their honeymoon, Bethany's closest friend, Daphne Ashton, arrives with a problem that will require Devane's special brand of insight and investigation--as well as his return to the case that never quite rests, that of the elusive killer known as Jack The Ripper.
Once again on the streets of Whitechapel and Spitalfields, Devane's dreams are haunted by blood, violence, and a growing certainty that he is being drawn deeper into a mystery that is, perhaps, best left unsolved. Recently free of an opium addiction, the pressures mount, leaving Devane to wonder if he has known all along who the Whitechapel murderer is, and chose to seek refuge in drug-induced ignorance rather than accept a truth that could destroy much more than his new life if it became known Published January 2nd by Atlantic Bridge first published The Devane Files 2.
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