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Live Long & Prosper Lori Robinett

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It is my honor to have Lori Robinett visit us today. She lives in central Missouri with her husband on a small
hobby farm. They manage the place for their Miniature Schnauzer and Miniature
Beagle, two cats, and three miniature horses. Though she appears to be a normal
person, she has a bit of an obsession with Star Trek and is quite proud of her
autograph collection. She is even prouder of her “marksman” qualification
for shooting. That’s not the only reason not to mess with Lori – she keeps in
shape by working out at a kickboxing gym. During cold winter months, she enjoys
crafting, especially scrap-booking. And, of course, she always has a book with
her, so she can read whenever the opportunity arises.

 Her favorite part of her
day is driving to and from work in her solar yellow Jeep Wrangler, named Daisy.
Cutting through the country allows her to drive gravel roads and splash through
mud puddles or snow drifts, depending on the time of year (bonus tip: don’t
wear white when you go through mud with your doors off). She always has a book
or two in process – one at home, one at work, and one on her Nook for those
got-a-spare-minute times.
Her first book, Denim & Diamonds, was published in 2014,
and her second, Fatal Impulse was published in 2015. Her award-winning short
stories have appeared in several anthologies and in The Storyteller literary
You can find her at her website, lorilrobinett.com, and on social media
sites such as Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads,
Pinterest and Instagram.
Fatal Impulse: a Widow’s Web novel
By: Lori L. Robinett
Published by Three Creeks Press           
ISBN: 978-0692401774

Lori, can you tell us what the book is about?

Andi is the wife of Dr. Chad Adams, a well respected
orthodontist in the small community of Buccaneer Bay, Maine. Together, they
appear to be the perfect couple, but behind closed doors Chad has controlled
every aspect of his wife’s life. After years of control and abuse, he pushes
Andi too hard . . . and she pushes back.

In the blink of an eye, Andi becomes a widow. She struggles
to find her way, but revels in the joy of her new found independence. Just as
she begins to accept her new status, her husband reaches out to control her
life from beyond the grave. She learns that her husband was living a double life, and those
he crossed threaten to expose her as a murderer. Can she put the pieces of the
puzzle together before her life is destroyed?
Very interesting. Now how about an excerpt from Fatal Impulse.

Lightning slashed the sky above them, thunder rolled and the
windswept the rain in sheets across the blackness of the Atlantic that
stretched away to the East. Andi hugged herself to calm the shivers. The wipers
slapped at the rain while Chad berated her for the way she acted that evening.
She stared out into the inky darkness.    
He glanced at her, “You act like you don’t know what to say
or do when we’re out in public. You ignored me during dinner, and giggled like
a schoolgirl at Carl Franklin at the bar.”
He overlooked the fact that he monopolized the gentleman’s
time after dinner, leaving her alone in a sea of strangers. He accused her of
flirting with other men on a regular basis, and that night was no different.
Hopefully the anger would get out of his system before they got home. 
“You make me look bad when you flirt like that,” he
continued. “It’s not like Carl Franklin would ever be in the least bit
interested in you, even if you weren’t my wife.”
It never occurred to him that his wife found the man’s hobby
of rock hounding to be interesting. His accusations stung, and he didn’t always
stop with words. The two celebrated their sixth wedding anniversary the
previous May, and she was determined to make her marriage work. Her parents
raised her to believe marriage is forever, ‘til death do you part, so she would
not leave him.  No matter what he did.
A sharp bang interrupted his tirade.
The SUV swerved on the wet pavement, throwing her sideways
into the door. The seatbelt grabbed and held her in place, and she braced
herself against the dash with her hands. Her head jerked from side to side as
the vehicle fishtailed back and forth until Chad slowed the Grand Cherokee. He
held the steering wheel with an iron grip and guided the vehicle to the side of
the road, the blown tire thumping. He set the emergency brake with a sharp
yank, then turned to look at her, his dark eyes narrowed. He looked evil in the
amber glow of the instrument panel.
The interior light blinked on when he opened his door,
bathing the inside of the vehicle with harsh light. He started to get out, then
paused, one foot in, one foot out, and turned to stare at her.
“I had control. There is no need to grab the dash like that.
As you may recall, this vehicle is equipped with airbags. Had they deployed,
your arms would have been broken.” That low, smooth voice that had once
impressed her now gave her chills. “Snap.”
The door slammed shut behind him and darkness washed over
her. She bit her lower lip, angry at the tremble she felt at his sharp words.
She watched the driver side mirror as he stalked around and opened the back
hatch. He shoved his golf clubs to the side and yanked the jack out of the back
of the SUV. 
She took a deep breath and got out. With winter’s last gasp,
the rain plastered her thick hair against her head and the clothes against her
back. Her thin, sequined jacket did little to protect her from the cold rain
that stung like needles where it struck her exposed skin. Her heels sank into
the soft shoulder with every step, and the wind pushed her so hard her left leg
bumped the steel guardrail. She glanced over the rail. The angry waves crashed
into the rocks far below them, but she couldn’t see anything but darkness.
He cursed under his breath as she squeezed past him, then
said, “Make yourself useful and hold the damned flashlight for me. There’s one
in the emergency kit.”
A dark colored sedan splashed water as it sped by. She
reached in the back and fumbled around for the flashlight. Her fingers closed
around the black metal barrel of the Maglite. The beam sliced through the night
as she took up a position just behind her husband and shone the light wherever
he directed. The wind whipped and howled around them. Chills racked her body
and her hands shook, which made him madder by the minute.
Finally, he yanked the shredded tire off and lifted the
spare on. After a few spins of the tire iron, he let the jack down with a thump
and rolled the shredded tire past Andi, then settled the jack and iron back
into their places. He stuck out a hand and demanded her jacket.
“What?” She blinked as a raindrop struck her in the eye.
He shook his hand in her face. “Your coat. Give it here. I
need something to lay the old tire on so the carpet doesn’t get dirty.”
She shivered in the rain while he spread her black sequined
wrap out and laid the muddy tire on top of it. He slammed the hatch shut, then
turned to sneer at her.
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