A Jealous God
by Dee Wilbur
Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/1/13 to 11/29/13
Genres: Mystery, Cozy Mystery, Medical Mystery, Beach Read
Compellingly told from multiple points of view, A Jealous God follows Emma on her labyrinthine journey in search of the truth at all costs. A brilliant attorney with unflappable focus, she becomes consumed with learning who is responsible for several similar birth defects originating in her hometown. Her quest introduces her to a number of colorful characters. One of these is Jon, the local attorney whose largest client—Hays Chemical—is the target of Emma’s investigation. Jon embarks in pursuit of answers of his own, only to come to the realization that the suffering heaped upon these children dates back far further than he, Emma, or Hays Chemical could have ever imagined. It was, in fact, foretold in the oldest book of all.
“A Jealous God … dishes up a fast-paced mix of mystery and intrigue.”
New York Times best selling author Ellen Tanner Marsh
“A thought provoking formula that will haunt your daydreams.”
Herman W. Brune, national award winning author
After a few minutes, Emma re-entered the room. She was wearing a blue negligee of the thinnest silk Jon had ever seen. Jon looked at her perfectly formed breasts through the silk. All Jon could think was Ol’ Doc Coleman certainly got his money’s worth. The negligee stopped short, leaving her long graceful legs uncovered. It was all that Jon could manage to set his beer down without dropping the bottle. He hoped that he wasn’t actually drooling. He stared and tried to remember that she was a woman with a mission, not a table dancer.
Emma whispered softly as she sat next to him on the couch, “I’ll do anything to get that information, anything! You don’t have to show me the files, just tell me. Talk to me, Jon.” She ran a beautifully manicured finger up and down his thigh. Jon’s pulse doubled, then kicked up again. He closed his eyes briefly and then turned to face her, putting his hand over hers to still it.
“Hello, Mr. Miller.” Emma said extending her hand. “I used to be from Richmond. I sometimes think it’s a good place to be from. I’m from Houston, now. I still do some tax work for the Albert Foundation.” By mentioning one of Texas’ largest private foundations, Emma hoped to establish her position within the firm. She watched Jon’s face closely to see if he got the message.
“Very pleased to know you, Mrs. Anderson,” Jon answered, shaking her hand while Grace hung possessively on the other arm.
Bill walked up at that moment and handed Emma her drink. “Bill, this is Jon Miller. He belongs to Grace tonight.”
“Actually I don’t belong to her. She’s just rented me for the evening.” Jon’s smile took the cut out of the words. He and Bill shook hands.
“My name is Emma Anderson, and I’m calling to see if I can come to talk to you about your recent pregnancy.” There was a loud clunk followed by a dial tone.
Emma re-dialed the Dallas number of Rachel Davis. As soon as there was a pick-up, she said, “Please don’t hang up until you hear what I have to say. I’m carrying a baby diagnosed with the same abnormality that affected your pregnancy. I have to talk to someone. I obtained your name and number from the office of the doctor who has the national registry. Please let me come and talk to you!”
“I’ll talk to you, but there are conditions. One: my husband must know nothing of this. Two: I will only meet with you in a public place. Three: there will be only one meeting.”
“As you understand, rachischisis is a fatal, pre-natal condition,” he continued looking pointedly at her mid-section, “that is caused by a defect on the thirteenth chromosome. I’m very close to determining the exact location.” Emma was taken aback by his frank perusal of her body, especially the fact that he slighted her trophy breasts where some men directed their entire conversation and attention.
“Dr. Singh,” Emma began to move away from the discussion of her specific pregnancy.
“Please call me Raj.”
“O.K. Raj. I’m Emma. This defect on chromosome thirteen, what causes it?”