First Draft DONE: The Ecstacy of The End

Just realized I forgot to update you – I wrote those two magic words on The Danger Within earlier this month. This is the second in the Widow’s Web series, after Fatal Impulse, and takes place in Colorado.

Those of you who have read Fatal Impulse got a sneak peek at the new book. You may have noticed a trend – each of the books in this series begins the same way: with a woman who has been pushed too far by her husband. I wrote each of these books for those women who find themselves in unhealthy, unsatisfying relationships. My first marriage fell in that category. When we’re in bad situations, we sometimes think about doing horrible things . . . that we would never actually do in real life. But my characters do . . .

So, if you’ve ever thought about wanting a second chance, a chance to get out . . . these books were written for you.

Fatal Impulse

http://www.amazon.com/Fatal-Impulse-Widows-Web-Novel-ebook/dp/B00UB2U7WS/

Fatal Impulse (a Widow’s Web novel)

by Lori L. Robinett

Chad and Andi Adams are the perfect couple. He is a successful dentist with a winning smile and a penchant for perfection. She is the perfect suburban wife who supports him totally and completely.

Until the night she kills him.

Sneak Peek at Fatal Impulse

The two celebrated their sixth wedding anniversary the previous May, and she was determined to make her marriage work. Her parents raised her to believe marriage is forever, ‘til death do you part, so she would not leave him. No matter what.

A sharp bang interrupted his tirade.

The SUV swerved on the wet pavement, throwing her sideways into the door. The seatbelt grabbed and held her in place, and she braced herself against the dash with her hands. Her head jerked from side to side as the vehicle fishtailed back and forth until Chad slowed the Grand Cherokee. He held the steering wheel with an iron grip and guided the vehicle to the side of the road, the blown tire thumping. He set the emergency brake with a sharp yank, then turned to look at her, his dark eyes narrowed. He looked evil in the amber glow of the instrument panel.

The interior light blinked on when he opened his door, bathing the inside of the vehicle with harsh light. He started to get out, then paused, one foot in, one foot out, and turned to stare at her.

“I had control. There is no need to grab the dash like that. As you may recall, this vehicle is equipped with airbags. Had they deployed, your arms would have been broken.” That low, smooth voice that had once impressed her now gave her chills. “Snap.”

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