Monday, April 2, 2012

Christy Barritt's Race Against Time

BIO:
Christy Barritt has penned articles for Campus Life, Marriage Partnership, Blueridge Country, The Plain Truth, Guideposts for Teens, Brio, and The Lookout.

She's the author of the Squeaky Clean Mystery Series (Kregel Publications). Hazardous Duty, the first book in the series, took third place in the ACFW Book of the Year contest. The series is about a crime-scene cleaner who also solves crimes. The second book in the series, Suspicious Minds, will hit shelves in May 2008. 

She also co-authored a non-fiction book, Changed: True Stories of Finding God in Christian Music. The book is currently available in Christian bookstores across the country. 

Born and raised in Chesapeake, Virginia (suburbia, America), she journeyed off to college in Cincinnati where she majored in communications and psychology. She worked at a Christian publishing house for two and a half years after college. During this time, she also had a short jaunt in the independent Christian music field.

When family obligations called her home, she saw it as the push she needed to start writing again. The journey has been scary, she says, but it's definitely where she should be.

Christy's married to Scott, a high school teacher and funny man extraordinaire. In June 2006, they added a little boy named Eli to their happy mix. They also have two dogs and a houseplant named Martha. When Christy's not writing, she's also on staff part-time at Celebration Christian Church, where she leads worship each week.

BACK COVER BLURB:
Caught in a killer’s crosshairs.
Were it not for her cop neighbor, widowed mother Madison Jacobs would be dead. Thankfully, Detective Brody Philips interrupts an attempt on her life in the nick of time. But the would-be killer hasn’t given up, and each tick of the clock brings the madman closer to finishing what he started. Brady vows to catch the serial killer plaguing the sleepy Virginia town . . . especially when he realizes the danger has followed him from the big city. With everyone around him at risk, it’ll take everything Brody’s got to do his duty and keep Madison and her son safe.

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EXCERPT:
   As soon as Madison Jacobs stepped into her house, the sound of ticking crept from an unknown crevice and reverberated in her ears. She froze at the front door, car keys still in hand, and listened. She usually came home to the solitude of a quiet house.
   So what in the world was that noise?
   She'd only been gone twenty minutes—long enough to drop her son off at preschool and return home. Each tick tightened her nerves, winding them with more tension than a spring.
   Lincoln must have left the timer going on one of his toys, she realized. Didn't that windup dragon make a similar sound? Yes, it did.
   Madison let out an airy laugh, shook her head and closed the door, shutting out the bright rays of sunshine from outside. Of course, one of her son's toys was to blame. What else did she think it was? A bomb? She chastised herself again for her out-of-control imagination.
   Out of habit she clicked the lock on the front door into place. Being a single mom for the past three years, she tried to err on the side of caution. After depositing her purse and keys on the marble-topped table in the foyer, she glanced at her watch and saw she only had one hour before she had to meet with her next client. She had to get showered and changed out of her yoga pants and T-shirt—and fast.
   As she started down the hallway toward the bedroom in her ranch house, the ticking intensified. She paused at the bathroom door. Was that where the sound came from? Reaching inside the bathroom, she flipped on the lights. Her blue-and-yellow lighthouse-themed room came into view. On the bathroom counter between the faucet and the soap dispenser sat her son's old-fashioned egg timer. Had Lincoln actually taken her advice to brush his teeth for two minutes this morning? Perhaps he'd accidentally set the clock for longer.
   She picked the plastic device up, noting it was set to chime in twenty minutes, and twisted the handle until the bells jangled. Her nerves seemed to stretch tighter at the sound.
   But if her son had set the timer before they'd left this morning, why hadn't she heard anything? She remembered their rushed departure. The TV had been on, Lincoln had been singing his favorite preschool song, and she had been frantically trying to urge him out the door.
  Her schedule was tight today and she couldn't afford to even start it a minute late, knowing if she did her tardiness would have a domino effect and put her behind on all of her appointments.
   She tossed the timer into a drawer that overflowed with hairbrushes and toy boats, and then hurried across the hall to the spare bedroom-turned-office. Finding her calendar, she checked her schedule one more time and reviewed her assignments for the day. Just seeing the jam-packed list made her feel weary.     But she had to squeeze in as much work as possible. Making ends meet as a single parent was becoming harder and harder.
   She closed the calendar and, wasting no more time, went into the master bathroom. After showering she towel dried her shoulder-length honey-blond hair and threw on some khakis and a button-up white top. Five minutes later she'd applied make up, grabbed her camera from her office and started down the hall. She had fifteen minutes to get to her appointment. Time would be tight, but she could do it.
   She froze midway down the hall and placed a hand on her hip.
   What was that sound?
   She shook her head. It couldn't be…
   Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
   Fear pricked her skin.
   The timer? She'd turned it off. Thrown it in the drawer.
   Was she hearing things? The sound was subtle, subdued. Maybe the device had started again in the drawer? The thing was cheap, often turning off in the middle of one of Lincoln's time-out sessions. Had it turned on by itself now?
   She sighed and stepped back into the hallway bathroom. Flipping on the light, she yanked the drawer open and found the timer exactly where she'd thrown it. She picked it up and shook her head. Cheap thing. It had been free, sent as a part of an advertising campaign for some new company in town. What was that slogan? Don't Let Time Run Out on Our Special? Clever.
   Before she could twist the plastic white timer off, the bell jangled.
   Madison jumped, dropping her camera bag onto the tiled bathroom floor. Papers detailing today's work scattered all over the room. Hand over her heart, she laughed at herself. Silly woman. Jumping at nothing.
   She dropped the timer back into the drawer, shaking her head. Why was she so skittish? And over something so silly?
   She caught a glance of herself in the mirror over the sink, noting the circles under her eyes. She'd been working too much lately, worried too much about finances. She leaned toward her reflection and wiped a streak of mascara under her eye. As she turned to leave, something in the mirror caught her eye.
   She glanced at the reflection of the shower curtain behind her.
   Her heart froze.
   A man stood there, a knife in his hand. Before she could scream, he grabbed her.


   Brody Philips always considered sweat a good measure of hard work. If that was the case, then his jog this morning should earn him a vacation. He continued on his ten-mile run, nearly finished now. The hot and muggy day couldn't even be eased by the gentle breeze that floated from the Chesapeake Bay.
   The part of the Bay he lived by wasn't the sandy beach area. Instead, marsh grasses jutted up and little streams filled with tadpoles and crabs meandered between the foliage. Herons and egrets made their homes in the sun-bleached wetland area. Finally the grasses subsided until the glorious blue of the bay shone in the distance.
   His house—actually, his cousin's house that had been kindly loaned out to Brody for the next several months while his cousin was stationed with the army in the Middle East—stood in the distance. He passed the home of his one and only neighbor on the secluded street.
   He'd met her once. Madison Jacobs. She'd come over that first week after he'd moved in to introduce herself. She seemed nice enough and certainly she was easy on the eyes. But Brody hadn't moved here to make friends, not even acquaintances, really. He'd moved here to get away from everything about his past in New York.
   The secluded little Virginia town was the perfect spot for his self-imposed hiatus from his old life. He'd taken a job as a detective for the county's sheriff's department, one that was considerably slower paced than his former position in the Big Apple. Aside from his job, he avoided most of the townspeople when possible and whenever he needed a dose of anonymity, he visited the nearby city of Newport News or headed to Virginia Beach.
   His neighbor had seemed to take the hint and hadn't bothered him since that first introduction when he'd moved in. The woman—pretty with her sun-kissed skin, natural blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes—would smile tightly and wave as she passed him in her SUV coming and going. The action wasn't overly exuberant, but appeared to be more of a forced courtesy.
   Perhaps he should have been friendlier when she'd rung his doorbell, toddler and cookies in tow. He'd taken one look at her and known that getting to know her better would be way too tempting. Instead, he'd done the opposite and offered as little information about himself as possible before insisting he was in the middle of something so she'd go home. Her eyes had changed from friendly to perceptive and then annoyed as he'd closed the door. Good. It was better that way.
   As his feet hit the dusty road, rocks crunching beneath him, a sharp, high-pitched sound split the air.
   Brody slowed his pace and wiped the perspiration around his face with the bottom of his T-shirt. Was that a scream? Or was it the shrieking call of one of the marsh birds?
   He glanced at Madison's house. Her car was in the driveway, but he didn't see her anywhere. She must be inside, either chasing her toddler or doing some work. He couldn't be positive, but his best guess was that the woman worked at home.
   His jog slowed to a walk, and he kept his ear attuned for any more sounds.     Nothing. He must have imagined the earlier noise.
   He tried to be satisfied with that, but he wasn't convinced. He was a detective. His finely trained instincts told him to stay on guard.
   Something crashed in the distance. The sound had definitely come from Madison's house. His muscles tensed. He should go back to his house, get his gun. But everything in him screamed to get to her house, that time couldn't be wasted.
   He ran across crunchy grass toward his neighbor's brick ranch. His gaze scanned the house as he approached. Nothing appeared out of place. The closed shades made it impossible to see inside.
   He crept onto the wooden porch, grabbing a baseball bat left on a rocking chair. Slowly he twisted the brass handle of the front door.
   Locked.
   Something else crashed inside. A woman cried out.
   He pictured Madison's pretty face and imagined the horrors that might be going on inside. Adrenaline surged in him. He backed up and, on the count of three, charged forward. His shoulder impacted with the door. Wood split, cracked, then crashed.
   The foyer stood before him. Dust and wood particles settled to the tile floor.    Then an eerie quiet filled the space.
   "Hello? Anyone home?" Brody stepped over the door, his ears attuned for any telltale signs. Bat in hand, he peered around the corner into the hallway.
   A shadow passed by a door in the distance.
   Sucking in a deep breath, he braced himself for whatever was to come.


Christy Barritt is giving away a copy of RACE AGAINST TIME. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.
 Untill next time. . . Sharon A Lavy

15 comments:

Teela said...

Wowza..I'm already hooked on this book from the excerpt and what the back jacket have to say. Please enter me in Christy's RACE AGAINST TIME book giveaway. Teelayoung(at)hotmail(dot)com

Anonymous said...

Please enter me in Christy's Race Against Time contest. I am an avid reader and am always looking for a good mystery. Pat Hines - pshines@frontiernet.net - Thank you.

cjajsmommy said...

The Chesapeake Bay setting drew me in because it is familiar territory to me. Would love to read this book. djragno (at) hotmail (dot) com

apple blossom said...

love the love inspired books thanks for chance to win

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ann said...

Cant wait to read this one sounds great
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lgm52 said...

Intriguing! The title alone makes my heart race!
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Marianne said...

You mentioned Christy and dh added a boy to the mix - does that mean adoption? or birth? an interesting way to write it. i am a readaholic and would love to read and blog about this one. Thank you for the opportunity to win, Christy and Sharon.

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Nancee said...

I like the sound of this book! Thank you for offering this contest!
Nancee
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Anonymous said...

Please enter me in this contest for this book. Maxie ( mac262@me.com )

Jo said...

I read "Hazardous Duty" and really enjoyed it and now looking forward to reading this book as well. Thanks for the opportunity!

Blessings,
Jo
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Linda Kish said...

I would love to win/read this book. It sounds terrific.

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lgm52 said...

Really enjoyed the excerpt...now want to read the entire book!
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Joy Hannabass said...

Would love to read this wonderful book. Thanks for offering it for free.
Blessings Joy
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Laura J said...

I would love to read this book!

Emma said...

This sounds like a great book. Thank you for the opportunity to win.

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