Who is Detective Madison Knight?
Welcome my
guest Carolyn Arnold, author of the Madison Knight series and the Brandon
Fisher FBI series. Today, she’s going to
tell us about the Madison Knight series.
What is the Madison Knight series?
First of
all, it is designed as a stand-alone mystery series, which means you can read
these books out of order and still pick up on the series' characters and story
line.
Major Crimes Detective Madison Knight, fueled by determination to
find justice for the victims, is a strong, independent female amidst a career
dominated by men. If you love a strong protagonist lead, I invite you to
meet Madison for yourself.
To find out more about Madison Knight and the series, you can visit my website here.
How many are books are currently available in the
series?
Three novels are
currently available, but two more are slated for release 2013. FOUND INNOCENT will be the fourth in the
series slated to release in fall 2013, and LIFE SENTENCE, the prequel to the
series releases August 14, 2013.
TIES THAT BIND
Meet Madison
Knight as she and partner must pull together to stop a potential serial killer.
JUSTIFIED
See the softer
side of Madison Knight in Justified as she's assigned to a case on Christmas
Eve.
SACRIFICE
Madison must
risk all, including her career, to bring a killer to justice.
Would you like to share some more information on the
first in the series, TIES THAT BIND, and an excerpt?
Absolutely.
This is the
book overview:
Detective
Madison Knight concluded the case of a strangled woman an isolated incident.
But when another woman's body is found in a park killed with the same line of
neckties, she realizes they're dealing with something more serious.
Despite mounting pressure from the Sergeant and Chief to close the case even if
it means putting an innocent man behind bars, and a partner who is more
interested in saving his marriage than stopping a potential serial killer,
Madison may have to go it alone if there's not going to be another victim.
Excerpt of TIES THAT BIND:
Chapter
3
He sat there, in his 1995 Honda Civic,
sweating profusely. Its air conditioner
hadn’t worked for years. A real piece of
shit actually but perfect for the crappy life he had going. He combed his fingers through his hair and
caught his reflection in the rearview mirror.
Last night had changed
him—whether for the good or for the bad remained to be seen. All he knew was his eyes had changed,
revealing the darker side of his character.
He rolled his shoulders forward in an effort to dislodge the growing
tension and took a cleansing breath that brought with it a waft of the
cigarette that burned in the car’s ashtray.
He had parked down the
street close enough to observe the activity at 36 Bay Street yet far enough
away to be left alone. At least he had
hoped so. Cruisers were parked out front
of the house, and about forty-eight minutes ago, a department-issued SUV pulled
to a quick stop.
He picked up the cigarette,
tapped it in the ashtray. He took pride
in getting all this attention for his work.
Statistically it was nothing special.
Another dead young lady. People
would move on. They always did.
It was the city’s
thirtieth murder of the year. He knew
this only because he had been brushing up on his statistics. He was just like that, a gatherer of facts,
of useless information. But maybe
someday his fact-finding and attention to detail would prove beneficial.
He wiped his
forehead. The sweat trickled down and
stung his nose. It was still tender to
the touch. The old man at the bar had a
strong right hook. He closed his eyes
for an instant. When he opened them, a
Crown Vic pulled to a stop in front of the house. He straightened up.
A woman of average
height, probably about five-five, with blonde hair walked toward the yellow
tape. But her looks didn’t have his
attention. It was her determined stride
that garnered his respect. And she
looked familiar to him and now he knew exactly why—Detective Madison Knight.
She had made headlines
for putting Russian Czar Dimitre Petrov behind bars, but the glory didn’t last
for long. His power couldn’t be weakened
and the detective proved powerless to stop another murder.
He felt flattered with
her on the investigation. An adrenaline
rush built within him. He could feel the
energy in his veins, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, and the subsequent
strain to draw in a satisfying breath.
Tap,
tap.
Knuckles against
glass. His driver side window to be exact. He felt his heart take pause, his breath
shorten further, as he surmised who it would be. Slowly lifting his eyes to look at the
intrusion on his reflections, his suspicion was confirmed. It was an officer.
Stay
calm, play it cool.
He drew the cigarette
to his lips and took a drag on it. Damn,
his nose hurt so much when he sucked back on it, he had to fight wincing. Leaving it perched between his fingers, he
directed his attention to the cop who motioned for him to put the window down.
“I’m going to have to
ask you to move your vehicle.”
Good thing for his
dark-tinted glasses or maybe this cop would see right through him. “Sure.”
He could feel himself shaking.
More adrenaline now infused with fear.
“Are you alright
sir?” The police officer bent over,
looked into the car.
Following his gaze to
the unsteady hand holding the cigarette, he forced himself to raise it for
another drag. It shook the entire
way. “Yeah, I’m fine…” Her lifeless eyes flashed though his
mind. He coughed for the dual purpose of
clearing his throat and for the hope it would somehow dislodge his
recollections. “Sure…I…I’ll get out of
your way immediately.”
The cop’s facial
reaction made him nervous. Had he seen
through the entire façade? Was his guilt
that obvious?
“All units confirm a
secured perimeter.” The voice was
monotone.
The officer ignored his
radio. “What happened to your nose?”
What
was this uniform out to prove? He forced another cough, attempting to
re-direct the conversation. He made
himself take another drag and form-pressed a smile to conceal the pain. His words escaped through gritted teeth. “Bar fight.”
He tapped the cigarette in the ashtray.
The officer nodded but
didn’t look too convinced. It felt like
the man’s eyes were condemning him.
“I need you to move
your car.” The officer’s flattened palm
drummed on the roof. “And try to keep
yourself out of trouble.”
Too
late, Officer…too late.
Want
to read more? You’ll have to purchase
Carolyn Arnold’s book. Speaking of
which, where can we find TIES THAT BIND?
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