Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Perilous Shadows -- Nike Chillemi

Nike's bio...
Like so many other writers, I started writing at a very young age. I still have a Crayola-illustrated storybook I penned (penciled might be more accurate) as a little girl about my then off-the-chart love of horses.
Today, you might call me a crime fictionista. My passion is crime fiction. I like my bad guys really, really bad and my good guys smarter and better.
I write book and movie reviews for The Christian Pulse online magazine and Ezine articles. Mostly I review serious crime fiction novels or other types of edgy Christian fiction. In movies, I prefer to review thrillers and action/adventure films. I'm a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) where I lead a small critique group. I'm also a member of Edgy Christian Fiction Writers where I coordinated and facilitated the 2010 Summer ECFL Blog Tour and I lead the recent ECFL Proposal Workshop.
I'm a wife and homeschooling mom, animal lover, and an urban dweller, living in coastal metro New York city, and short distance from the Atlantic Ocean. I'm crazy about walks on the beach, watching the waves come in.

Pioneer newspaperwoman Kiera Devane is on a mission to prove a woman can do a man's job, as she hunts a young coed's killer? Ace radio broadcaster Argus Nye lost one love to a murderous fiend and his pulse races as he tries to protect Kiera from herself as much as from this killer. 

Kiera was doted upon by loving parent, but they were killed when she was a girl and she was shipped off to live with a socialite aunt who had little time for her. In her aunt's house, she learned life could be cold and cruel. As a result, she grew up to be an independent and demanding professional woman. 

Argus Nye, still bereft from the loss of his first love, can't understand why this female reporter is mesmerizing him. As she takes chances with her life trying to catch a killer, he's determined to protect her.


Argus walked Kiera out of the diner and took her elbow as her heels tapped down the cement steps. Her suit was austere, yet somehow she made it sizzle. He shifted his eyes away so as not to be caught staring, but not before taking a second look. "I'll walk you to your car."

"No, that's quite all right. I've been taking care of myself for a long time."

"Still, lass, I don't feel quite right."

"This is the Tastee Diner parking lot. It's well lit. What could happen?"

Argus rubbed his chin. "Oh all right, if you insist. I'll say good night here." He’d tried to be the gentleman, but she was skittish as a young filly.

"Trust me. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

Fighting against an uneasy feeling in his gut, Argus walked to his car on the other side of the lot. Since Ada's death, he'd become overprotective toward women. Fishing in his pocket for his keys, he heard raised voices. One of them, Kiera's.

"Leave me alone. You cheated on me."

Argus dashed for Kiera's car, thinking he recognized the male voice, yet he couldn't quite place it.

"Give me another chance. You misunderstood. It meant nothing." Paul Gregorski, sportscaster at the station, had a hold of Kiera's arm.

A jolt like an electrical charge shot through Argus. "Let go of her if you know what's good for you." Paul dropped the arm and turned to face Argus. "So, you bumped my show for your special report, and now you want my girl."

"My relationship with Miss Devane is purely professional." He would not allow the slightest insinuation.

Kiera squared her shoulders. "Look, Paul, I wish you well, but let's let bygones be bygones."

The sportscaster slanted his head toward Argus. "I don't want to discuss this in front of him."

"I'm not going anywhere unless Miss Devane asks me to leave."

Kiera pivoted away from them and pulled her car keys out of her purse. "I don't give a hoot what either of you do. I'm going home." She slid behind the wheel of the Pontiac, backed out of her spot, and gunned it out of the lot.

Argus watched her signal light flash a right. She made the turn and her taillights disappeared into the twilight. He laughed aloud.

Paul growled. "What's so funny?"

Argus shook his head and walked to his DeSoto, got in, and put the key in the ignition, but didn't turn it on. She'd never be mistaken for a Carmelite nun. Not in a million years. Blunt, not soft and feminine like his Ada had been. And where'd Kiera get that short Betty Boop hair-do? Not his style at all. No Sir. Where Ada was a sensitive and godly woman, this one was so hardboiled he couldn't imagine her on her knees praying. So, why was she so captivating? 


Nike Chillemi said...


Thx so much for having me on your blog. It's sure great to be here.

Caroline said...

Book sounds interesting. Enjoyed reading about your interests, Nike.

Patty Froese said...

It was neat to learn a little more about you, Nike. :)

Nike Chillemi said...

Caroline, Patty, Thx for stopping by. I really try to enjoy life...when I'm away from my computer. (sigh)

This novel is a bit of a departure...just a teeny step of a departure. It's got psychological thriller elements in it. My heroine and hero are not police detectives so naturally it doesn't have the police procedure feel of some mysteries.

Davalyn Spencer said...

Liked this teaser - I could feel the 40s - at least what I've heard about them. Also enjoyed reading about your life and interests Nike. Thanks!

B. J. Robinson said...

Hi Nike, congratulations on your new book and completion of such an awesome series. Haven't had time to read this one, but I've read the first two and loved them both. I'll get around to this one, too. Blessings for success, BJ

Nike Chillemi said...

Davalyn, I love your name. I'm putting it in my name file immediately!

Thx so much for stopping by and commenting. I love the 40s and have done a great deal of research about the era. I'm glad you could feel that time period in the excerpt.

Nike Chillemi said...

BJ, authors finding the time to read is such a problem.

Especially as we have to spend more and more time marketing.

Thx for stopping by.