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Waterlilies Over My Grave
by Patricia A Guthrie   

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Action/Thriller

Publisher:  LSP Digital ISBN-10:  0981765432 Type: 
Pages: 

270

Copyright:  Oct 27, 2008 ISBN-13:  9780981765433
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Woman leaves the city she loves to escape her ex-husband, only to find he's followed her--with deadly intent.

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You can run, but you can’t hide.

In a spiraling fall into obsessive madness, psychiatrist Duncan
Byrne vows revenge against his ex-wife for divorcing him. When
she leaves New York, he reflects, “You can run, but you can’t
hide.”

Psychologist, Annabelle O’Brien begins a new life in the popular
resort town of Lake Nager, hoping to find peace and normality.
But anonymous threats follow, and Annie finds herself terrorized
by a stalker.

Burned-out Detective Mark Driscoll, detests the new psychologist
who recommends he take time-off. How dare she? But when
somebody slashes her tires, ransacks her apartment and kills her
cat, Mark spends his mandated furlough playing body guard.

They don’t count on falling in love; something neither wants, but
both need.

Nor

Women resembling Annie being murdered.

Fear becomes the summer slogan for Lake Nager.

In case anyone's wondering waterlillies can be spelled four ways.These are the spellings I've found:
Water Lilies
Waterlilies
Waterlillies
Water lillies
PIECE OF TRIVIA: JUST IN CASE YOU WANTED TO KNOW


Excerpt

Prologue (from Waterlilies Over My Grave)
Patricia A. Guthrie
LSP Digital ISBN: 978-0-9792030--8-4


Betrayal.
Sentence--death. A judge and jury of one.
“No mother, no! Oh God no!”
The movie ‘Psycho’ muffled the noise coming from the New York City streets that ran in front of Dr. Duncan Byrne’s private study. The large cherry hutch that encased the television stood against heavy dark maroon curtains, blocking all illumination from the window. A corner desk lamp and the doctor’s lap top screen provided the only light he needed.
A ‘to-do’ list lay by his laptop, scrawled in a handwriting virtually unreadable by anyone but himself. No matter. He’d shred it anyway. No sense condemning himself with the evidence.
She would die.
Her divorce papers lay in a picture perfect neat stack next to his legal pad. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Nobody got rid of Duncan Byrne unless he wanted to be gotten rid of, and he wasn’t quite through with Annabelle Lee just yet.
He grabbed a bottle half-full of Johnny Walker Red, poured the amber liquid into a crystal whiskey glass. He took a sip and let the liquid swirl around on his palate before letting it slide down his throat.
What method shall I choose next?
He eased into his office chair, his hands behind his head. Thinking. The ideal set-up, should have had Annabelle standing precariously close to the edge of the over-crowded Lexington Avenue Subway platform. An express barreling its way through the station. One firm push.
But, it hadn’t worked. Someone grabbed her as she pitched forward.
No. This new method had to be full proof. He’d been wrong to think a public accident would kill her. He needed a more fitting and private death.
The face of his beautiful Annabelle Lee perched in a sterling frame on the corner of his desk. The broken glass from when he’d smashed it, formed a mound at its base. He stared at the photo. A beautiful woman--a modern day Helen of Troy. A contemporary Jezebel. He eyed his gun cabinet and frowned. To pierce her beautiful, voluptuous body would be sacrilege.
He sipped his whiskey and stared into that ethereal face, with those perceptive eyes and the long, silky hair that even Helen of Troy would envy. So innocent when he’d married her, so diabolical when she’d divorced him. So much like--
An image of her fall down the stairs last month drummed up a song in his mind:
She flew through the air with the greatest of ease
The daring young girl on the flying trapeze
He gulped. The whiskey burned his throat. After coughing for a few seconds, he sipped it slower.
Annabelle had flown through air all right. She’d struggled to keep her balance, bounced off the stairs, swirled like a top and crashed onto the hardwood floor below.
The scream he’d heard sounded more like a child than a woman. It must have come from that She-Devil she carried inside her. He shuddered and took another sip.
So much like his mother. Sooner or later they’d all betray him. Bitches; all.
As far as he could tell, Annabelle had no cognitive recall of the incident. She’d woken in the hospital with Disassociative Amnesia. She couldn’t remember the push down the stairs. But, her subconscious knew, and it would surface, sooner or later. The police had ruled the whole unfortunate affair an “accident.”
Gulping down the last remnants of his whiskey, he pondered killing methods that would not pierce the skin, yet would provide glorious, exquisite agony. He’d like there to be bubbles. Bubbles and bubbles and bubbles. Just like in his bathtub as a child.
First the paralyzing fear of being held under, then the struggles and frantic splashing of water as the body, hungry for air, would starve. Duncan shuddered. There’d been a time when he was paralyzed with fear. When he’d been the one desperately splashing. When his body had been the one starved for air. And there’d been laughing in the background.
This would be no joke.
Something caught in his gut. The visualization was no longer Annabelle Lee. It was his mother.
The phone interrupted daydreams of terror.
Damn. He’d been enjoying this.
“Morning.”
The woman on the other end was pleasant, almost bubbly. He hated bubbly.
“Good morning. Is this Dr. Duncan Byrne?”
“Yes, Dr. Byrne speaking, can I help you?”
“Dr. Byrne. This is Dr. Julia Driscoll from the Lake Nager Medical Center in upper Wisconsin. We received an application from one of your students. I believe she recently received her PhD?”
His eyes rolled up. Another one? “Yes?”
“She’s applied for a position at our medical center here in Lake Nager, Wisconsin.”
“Her name?”
“Dr. Annabelle O’Brien.”
Well, well, well. He still might have control over her destiny. He hadn’t been sure where she was going. Whether or not she’d even stay in New York. Now, apparently, she was planning to move--far. And, he’d know exactly where she went.
Dr. Byrne cleared his throat. “I can’t recommend Dr. O’Brien highly enough. In fact, she was my best student. Has a great deal of insight and excellent with patients. Yes, I’d be happy to recommend her.”
“Thank you, Dr. Byrne. May we have a letter of . . .”
“Of course. I’ll send one out to you on our official stationary, if you’ll just give your address to my secretary?”
He transferred the call and sat back to think.
I know where you’re going,
my darling Annabelle Leeeee.
I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth
‘til you come back to meeeee.





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Reader Reviews for "Waterlilies Over My Grave"

Reviewed by Micheal Jackson 5/28/2010
Good story...The Communicator shares a intellectual surface canvass what is on the intellectual of the Debase and his want to get the one whom he loves at all costs.
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Reviewed by Patricia Guthrie 9/27/2009
Thank you so much for reading Waterlilies and making your comments.
I'm glad you enjoyed the book.

Patricia A. Guthrie
Reviewed by Tommy Thomas 2/23/2009
The writing of this book is very clear and exciting to read. The Author shares a good inside view what is on the mind of the Doctor and his desire to get the one whom he loves at all costs. Intriguing.


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