Roxanne Rustand has sold over thirty secular and inspirational novels, and will have six books out in 2011.
She was nominated for an RT Bookclub Magazine Career Achievement Award in 2005, and one of her books won a RT Reviewers Choice Award for Best Superromance of the year. One of her 2010 inspirationals has been nominated for an RT Reviewers Choice award.
Murder at Granite Falls, a Love Inspired Suspense out this April, received a Top Pick rating and 4 ½ stars.
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Murder at Granite Falls
“JUST LET IT GO…”
Everyone in Granite Falls tells Carrie Randall the same thing. Is it a threat, or a warning? Yet even if it endangers her fresh start, Carrie needs to know what secret the town’s hiding. There’s her troubled student and his disturbing drawings. His fiercely protective father, and the mysterious death of his mother. And Carrie definitely has to find out more about the bad reputation of her standoffish new landlord, Logan Bradley. She wants to trust him, but she’s been fooled by charm before. Is the town wrong about him—or is she?
In Montana’s wide-open spaces, danger and love are waiting.
Here's an excerpt of Murder at Granite Falls:
Tightening her grip on the steering wheel, Carrie Randall glanced again in her rear view mirror.
The vehicle was still behind her. Billy? It couldn't be. She'd been so very, very careful.
She'd caught a better glimpse of the car while negotiating a set of hairpin turns at a higher elevation. Not close enough to identify the make and model. But close enough to be fairly certain it was the same one that had tailed her for the last two hours...dropping back when she'd stopped for gas before starting over the mountain pass.
Creeping closer again after that.
She palmed her cell phone, checking the number of reception bars on the screen. Zero. No surprise, in this isolated part of the Montana Rockies, where bears probably outnumbered the two-footed residents, three-to-one.
She glanced again at the odometer. Ten miles to the town of Granite Falls. The lane leading to her new home should be coming up in less than a mile. But if her ex-husband was following her, the last thing she wanted was to lead him right to her door.
An ear-splitting yowl erupted from the cage on the seat behind her, followed by the frantic scrabbling of paws. "It's okay, Harley. Just hang on."
She stepped on the gas. Rocketed past the little gravel lane that wound into the pines off to the left. And then she headed straight for town.
Granite Falls was as picturesque as its tourism website claimed.
The mountain highway widened into a charming six-block long main street flanked on both sides by historic storefronts, boardwalks and hitching rails straight out of an old western movie. The center of town was filled with upscale shops and quaint restaurants geared to the tourist trade, while the dusty pickups nosed up to the feed store and cafe on the far edge of town revealed where the locals gathered. Would that be a safe place to stop?
A maroon Lawler County Sheriff's Deputy patrol car parked face-out in front of the café made her decision easy.
She glanced in her rearview mirror once more, turned sharply into the parking lot and pulled up along the cruiser. Over her shoulder, she saw the dark sedan slow down, then speed past. Good riddance.
If she lingered in town long enough, the driver might give up, or get careless and not see her leave. Though if it was Billy, he'd be back, restraining order or not.
She turned to find a burly deputy behind her, a foam coffee cup in his hand, waiting to get into his car. The silver name badge pinned to his khaki uniform breast pocket identified him as Vance Munson.
Perhaps in his late thirties, he'd probably been hot stuff in high school in an Elvis sort of way, until he'd put on some years and packed on an extra fifty pounds. With the affable smile on his face, a rumpled uniform and a cellophane bag of cookies in his hand, he reminded her of a genial teddy bear.
"Sorry." She stepped back to give him space. "I...was a little distracted. I thought someone was following me on the highway."
The deputy's full lips quirked into a smile. "You'll find a lot of tourists in these parts, headin' into town just like yourself. No cause for worry."
"I'm actually moving here." She extended her arm, and he juggled his coffee cup into his other hand to accept the handshake. "Carrie Randall."
He rocked back on his heels, taking her measure. "Welcome, then."
"A dark sedan followed me for the past a hundred miles then right into town." She flicked a glance toward the empty Main Street. "Though I couldn't tell you the license plate or even the make of the car."
"Like I said, you'll find a lot of travelers out here on long trips. Destinations are few and far between. People go sightseeing, and you might run into the same folks time and again. No call for worry."
She eyed a family coming out of the café and lowered her voice. "I had to file a restraining order against my ex-husband last year."
Munson's gaze sharpened. "Well, now," he drawled. "That might be a calf of a different color. He knows you're moving here?"
"I certainly didn't tell him. I hear he's following a rodeo circuit down in the Southwest this summer. But..."
"But you aren’t sure." Munson tipped his head toward the center of town. "Ma'am, you can find the county courthouse just four blocks west of here. You might want to file here as well."
"It's for your own good." He gave her a warm, encouraging smile. "Where are you staying? I can pass the word along. We like to keep an eye on things around here."
Billy had dropped out of sight during the past year, while she stayed with her protective brother Trace. During that time she'd felt safe from Billy's volatile temper, which had escalated ever since their divorce.
Now, she just wanted to start life fresh, with none of those old reminders. No need to look over her shoulder. With no chance of rumors filtering out about her being another one of those women who had fallen for charm and flash and ended up in an abusive relationship with an unfaithful man. And in small towns like this one, idle talk by one of Lawler County's finest would reach the local grapevine and fuel gossip traveling at the speed of light, branding her forever. "I-I'll be fine."
A flicker of annoyance crossed Munson's expression. "Too many women fail to ask for help, ma'am, and the results can be mighty sad. Our sheriff's department will do whatever it can to assist you, but you have to cooperate."
She sighed. "I have a summer lease on an upstairs apartment out at Wolf River Rafting Company. "
"The Bradleys," he said, his mouth twisted with a hint of distaste.
He'd settled his aviator shades into place, but from his long silence and the muscle ticking along his jaw, she guessed that the deputy didn't approve. "Is there something I should know?"
"Just...watch your step out there." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but then he shook his head. "And don't ever forget to lock your doors."
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