Port of Fear

by Sherry Derr-Wille

Overview

With her life threatened by a serial killer, Dani Karr ran to the only place she felt secure, Karr's Port. The retirement home that had belonged to her parents, sat in a secluded trailer park. There she could hide among the older residents and not have to face the inevitable. Hugh Anderson only wanted to get the new owner of Karr's Port to sell the trailer to him. He certainly didn't expect to become embroiled in a manhunt for the killer responsible for the only case he'd left unsolved when he left the Atlanta Police Force.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781593740290
Publisher:	Whiskey Creek Press
Publication date:	02/01/2004
Sold by:	SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:	eBook
Pages:	157
File size:	480 KB

About the Author

When her sophomore English teacher assigned a handful of students to write for an entire year, Sherry Derr-Wille fell in love. Since then, writing has been more than a hobby. With over twenty books to her credit, she has fourteen contracts for release dates in 2003-2005. Married for almost forty years to her high school sweetheart, she describes her husband, Bob, as a saint saying, "I doubt if a mortal man would put up the eccentricities of a writer." Along with her writing, she claims three children and eight grandchildren ranging from infants to adults. Now that her children are grown, she and Bob enjoy their empty nest and the success of her writing career. "If nothing else," Sherry often says, "I'm an overnight success after forty years." Visit Sherry Derr-Wille website here.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1

The ringing of the bedside telephone jolted Hugh to full awareness. Its irritating noise echoed in his head, causing the pounding to increase. Somehow, the word 'hangover' didn't seem strong enough for the pain he experienced. The phone rang again and he groped for it, trying to find it without opening his eyes.

"Hello," he said, his voice raspy, his tongue too thick to form the word properly.

"Hugh, did I wake you up?" Betty Adams' voice greeted him.

"It's all right, Betty," he assured her. "Is something wrong?"

"Well, not really wrong, but somebody is staying at Al and Molly's place."

Hugh flopped back against the pillow. "I know, at least I know she's coming--the daughter, I mean. I thought she would be driving down. I guess I misunderstood."

"She drove in last night at seven-thirty. I saw--"