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About the author:
Currently, Charlene is working on her next release.
What inspired you to write your book?
Rose House is patterned after an old home I lived in where I always though there should be secret passageways. The Scent of Roses was the result of my imaginings of how these passageways could have been used.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Aw, God.” Gall rose into Whip’s throat. “Aw, God, no.”
Josiah sat slumped at the desk, his head on the blotter. The bullet hole in his temple was neat and tidy, compared to the mess the missile had created as it exited, shattering the other side of the skull and splattering brains everywhere. To ease his queasy stomach, Whip stepped out into the hall and gulped air.
Hauling three crushed miners out of the mine had been bad. This was worse. He felt the itch of tears behind his eyes as he struggled to accept that his partner was dead, and blinked them away. No time for grief. Other things needed doing, and crying never helped anything. It certainly wouldn’t give Josiah back his life.
When he had himself together again, Whip took a deep breath and went back into the study. Snooker looked up and whined.
“I know, boy.” Whip patted the retriever’s head. “I loved him, too.”