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Sex. Power. Murder.

Dr. Gabriel Blackwell and his wife Sandra Blake have it all. He’s a brilliant thoracic surgeon. She’s a high-powered attorney with family money. Their lives are as loving as they are glamorous.
Or are they?
When a nurse Dr. Blackwell works with is brutally murdered, the questions fly. Who would want to kill this woman and why? When an autopsy reveals the woman was pregnant, all signs point to Dr. Blackwell. Just what was her relationship with him?
Whispers about a scandalous sex club surface. How many other lovers are there? Are any of them safe? How far would he go to protect his reputation?
Tragedy strikes again as Sandra Blake is found dead floating in their pool. Dr. Blackwell now finds himself on trial for two murders. Facing life in prison, Dr. Blackwell will grasp at any straw to preserve his freedom.
Any straw.
Is anyone innocent? Is anyone safe?

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“We're not interested in where you attended undergraduate school or received your medical training. That, along with where you did your internship, residency, and fellowship are all a matter of public record. What we need to know is why your personal life is such a public mess. Also, I'm not going to mislead you and say we don't need details; that your private life is your own business. Because that's not true, we want all the salacious details so we can figure out what the police will assign as the means, motive, and opportunity. Because believe me, a jury will convict you just as easily on circumstantial evidence as direct,” she said pointing her finger at him.
He looked over at me as if he could see right through my clothes. I returned the stare.
“Yes, my behavior can be bad. I tire of things quickly and am easily bored,” Dr. Blackwell offered.
“So, are you stating that you have had, shall we say several extramarital relationships?” Dalia asked.
“Was Marsha Anderson one of the women we could add to that category?”
“Ongoing or over?” Dalia asked, waiting to record his response.
He looked at me, glanced down at my crossed legs and lingered there too long. If he was trying to throw me off my game, he had the wrong person. Many a morning I'd sit in the jail where a room full of men were meeting with their lawyers and had to deflect lascivious looks and catcalls.
“That is a question I can answer in the affirmative. It is over,” Dr. Blackwell stated with an emphasis on the last word.
“Why are you so sure?” Dalia asked.
“Because she's dead,” he said. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
Pretty damn cold and detached bastard. I can't imagine Dr. Blackwell would be much of a giving lover. Hmm. But he sure was good to look at.
“If she wasn't dead, would the affair have continued?” Dalia inquired with a note of irritation.  I could tell she didn't appreciate the word games he was playing.
“The affair? Not Likely. I was ready to move on,” he answered with a tone of boredom. “Now, ladies, to quote your investigator, let's cut to the chase. I didn't kill Marsha, and therefore I don't fear sitting through another police interview. Can they assassinate my character? Yes. Might it be relevant in a trial? I don't see how as I've had dozens of affairs and none wound up dead. So, what's my motive?” he asked engaging me with the question.

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K. J. McGillick was born in New York and once she started to walk she never stopped running. But that's what New Yorker's do. Right? A Registered Nurse, a lawyer now author.

As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing, she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing 

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