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Dying to Get Published (The Jennifer Marsh Mysteries Book 1) (English Edition) par [Fitzwater, Judy]
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The jail cell was cold. Cold and gray and ugly. Jennifer ran her hands
through her long, taffy-brown hair and sank wistfully against the wall.
The chill reached through her sweater and embraced her shoulders. She shot
straight up on the backless bench and shivered. She felt as though
something were crawling down her back, something with many legs, but she
knew it was her imagination. She prayed it was her imagination.

She thanked God that she was alone in the cell--no gun moll, no whore in
wig and fishnet stockings, no runaway street kid whose innocence had just
been ravaged. She knew them all so well, but not in the flesh, never in
the flesh.

She wondered how she had come to such a state, how she would ever explain
to Sam or Dee Dee or Mrs. Walker. Or anyone else she had ever known in her
twenty-nine years.

And what would all this mean to Jaimie, her unborn child? She patted her
stomach and sighed. She had promised Jaimie she (or was it he?) would
someday be born. He (or she) had yet to be conceived. "Don't give up hope,
little one," she whispered. "We've been through so much together." Not for
the first time, she wondered about her own sanity. She was talking to an
unfertilized egg.

Jennifer would like to pretend that her arrest had been a complete
misunderstanding. She didn't belong in a jail in Atlanta, Georgia. She'd
only toyed with the idea of murder. A mere whim. An elaborate game.

Okay, so she'd planned the whole thing, but that wasn't the point. Except
for a brief dalliance with Buddhism, she was a good, Baptist girl. She
knew right from wrong. The Ten Commandments were clear. They were even
numbered for easy reference, and number six left no room to hedge.

And hadn't she promised God when she was immersed in the baptismal pool
that, if He didn't let her drown, she would always be good? By the third
dip she truly believed in miracles, and came up sputtering with a new
understanding of what it was to be "reborn."

Jennifer Marsh was no more a murderer than Jimmy Carter was an adulterer.
She was a caterer and a novelist--a mystery novelist. True, she had
committed murder twelve times in eight novels--if you didn't count Sir
Conrad's death, which turned out to be the result of natural causes. Eight
novels that were stacked neatly on the shelf in her hall closet--eight
novels collecting layers of dust--nearly three thousand manuscript pages
in all.

Stacked next to them in a pile that seemed to tower over the manuscripts
were rejections from some of the best publishing houses and most
prestigious agents in the country. The story was always the same: "While
your characters are interesting, I feel they are not unique enough to
carry a series," or "I'm sorry but while your material is exceptionally
well written and plotted, I could not become sufficiently enthused with it
to take it on."

So they wanted unique. She gave them unique in her last book. Her heroine,
Jolene Arizona, was a left-handed, blind-in-one-eye, bareback-riding
circus performer turned Hollywood detective who took stunt gigs on the
side when her client list dwindled. And she slept with all of them--every
solitary client--employing a few tricks she'd learned on the circus
circuit.

Jennifer sighed and settled back against the wall, letting the cold creep
into her bones--she didn't deserve any better--and let her mind wander
back to the day just three weeks ago when she set in motion the events
that would inevitably lead to that cold jail cell: the day she decided to
commit murder....

As usual, she'd been hard at work, writing most of the morning. A little
after eleven o'clock she typed the words the end on page 293 of Jolene
Arizona's first adventure. Tears of joy stung Jennifer's eyes. This one,
she promised herself, this one would sell. The elation was suddenly washed
away with a wave of nausea. She pushed back from the word processor and
ran to the bathroom, where she stripped off her clothes and let the warm
water of the shower flow over her, mingling with her tears. She would not
sell her soul for a buck just to be published. She would not.

The roughness of the fresh towel brought her back to reality. She dried
off, folded herself into the warmth of her royal blue terry-cloth robe,
and wrapped the towel about her head. She caught her reflection in the
mirror that ran the width of the small bathroom. She looked tired, bereft
of vitality. Who was she fooling with her dreams of being a novelist?
Maybe it was time to settle, time to make a little fire in the fireplace,
time to clean the closet.

She sighed, wiped a final stray tear from her cheek and walked barefoot
into the bedroom. The remote control was where it always was, between the
pillows on the unmade double bed. She sank onto the sheets, not caring
that the damp from the towel was seeping into the feather nest of her
pillow. She touched the on button and the face of Geraldo Rivera loomed
before her. Another show about prostitutes. How quaint.

She touched the CHANNEL UP button and Sally's red glasses appeared on her
smiling, blonde head. Nice work if you could get it--talking to people day
after day who made you feel like you were so much better off than they.
The topic was romance gone bad. What a unique idea!

Another flip of the button brought Oprah's smiling face into view. She was
talking to an author. Jennifer lay paralyzed on the bed. Turn
it,
she ordered herself, but her finger lay still. Turn
it,
she demanded again, but it was fatally too late.

This was no celebrity book this woman was promoting. She had been unjustly
accused of murdering her husband. The trial had been in all the papers.
Jennifer remembered it vividly. It was such an involuted case, she'd
clipped several of the articles for her idea file. But the woman had been
exonerated. She was not guilty after all. Not only was she not guilty, she
had written a book released just last week that was already in its third
printing. She was famous, she was acquitted, and she was on her way to
living happily ever after.

Jennifer pushed the power button and the screen went blank. Her eyes
fuzzed out of focus, a nervous twitch settled into one corner of her
mouth, pulling it upward into a half-crazed smile, and her thoughts ...
her thoughts strayed in a direction that would lead her straight to jail.


From the Paperback edition.

From Publishers Weekly

Cooking spray and a few forks in the microwave are the only explosive things in Fitzwater's cute but unsuspenseful mystery debut. An unscrupulous literary agent holds on to Jennifer Marsh's manuscript for over a year before coldly rejecting it. So the caterer and wannabe mystery writer decides to get even by doing the old girl in. While plotting the perfect murder is easy enough?especially with the unwitting help of her critique partners?actually committing the crime isn't. Jennifer comes to her senses before carrying out her plan, only to learn that someone else has done the job for her. Jen's a warm, intelligent character and Fitzwater provides an entertaining (and for aspiring writers, frustratingly familiar) look at the world of writing and publishing. But the catering and?the meat of any mystery?the sleuthing can be talky, convoluted and hence rather sluggish.
Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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