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When not dreaming of far away places and other stories, Ryshia can be found baking a new batch of cookies for the dog – he’s not spoiled much, reading pretty much anything although romance is a favourite, and, depending on the season; summer is for bikes, roller blades, gardening, garage sales, golf and the occasional beach run before the algae rolls in, and winter is for long walks, taking those long-thought-about trips, and lots of book and reading.
What inspired you to write your book?
What had become of those that perpetrated this evil, those that lived and had not stood trial? And with that thought, the beginnings of a story, the romantic suspense, Intent to Kill, was born.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Antiquity smuggling in Cambodia seems to have taken a spin with a different breed of
criminal. Two weeks ago a British college student died after a fall at Angkor Wat. There have been reports that the death might not have been accidental. A 900-year-old artifact found in the woman’s knapsack led one local authority to speculate that the bleed of Cambodia’s heritage may have taken a new turn.”
Claire Linton folded the worn newspaper article and slipped it into her bag. After eight years as a small mid-western journalist working for a paper where the most exciting story was usually a weather threat that never occurred or a series of petty thefts, she was ready for more. She wanted the excitement of chasing a bigger-than-life story, the intoxicating feeling of being her own boss, of freelancing, if not full-time than at least part-time. She could hardly wait to begin asking questions, to build on the notes she’d already collected, but mixed with all of that was trepidation. This was her first trip of any duration alone. She glanced at her watch and then out
the plane’s window, where city lights covered the ground for as far as she could see. Bangkok, City of Angels.
The newspaper article had convinced her to use up her precious vacation time to come here. It had arrived mysteriously with only a Cambodian postmark, but from the first word Claire had known that it had the potential to be the story of a lifetime. Admittedly, stripping historic sites in Cambodia wasn’t news, but a possible tie to a tourist death and implications of tourist thefts of artifacts had her intrigued. And the article had hinted at something else. The hint of an association with the Khmer Rouge. The Democratic Kampuchea, as they were formally known, had terrorized a generation.