View Full Version : My name is Marla. I'm a Resplendence author and have a romantic thriller coming out!

M.L. Cordle
August 25th, 2007, 09:05 PM
Hey guys, everyone!

My name is Marla. I'm the author of the up and coming release, Silencing Sarah. Won't you check out the blurb and the excerpt below and let me know what you think.

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Hope to hear from you soon. I have some great promotional stuff going on. Free stuff if you preorder Silencing Sarah!

M.L. Cordle


In the past, Will McGomery’s involvement with two women led to a tragic drowning. Now, Sarah Chambers, the girl whose lifeless body was pulled from his grandparents’ pond years ago, haunts him, seeking justice for her murder.

When Madison Owens, a celebrated novelist turned reclusive writer, arrives on his doorstep, he is not surprised because Sarah has forecasted it in a dream. His attraction to the beautiful author is instant and profound but he knows that she has been brought into his life to help Sarah, and helping Sarah could be disastrous. More than anything, he wishes he could banish Madison from his life and spare her his nightmare, but with each passing second he realizes he needs her more.

As Sarah pulls out all the stops to gain attention, Madison becomes determined to solve the mystery that Will refuses to talk about – the identity of Sarah’s killer. He knows that he must find a way to silence Sarah forever before the truth destroys everything he’s grown to live for – his beloved Madison.

Silencing Sarah is a ghost story that meets a psychological thriller. It is also a love story.

From Chapter Five of Silencing Sarah:

Madison blew at her long bangs and placed the tomato Will had suddenly tossed at her in the pail on top of the few she'd already picked.

She shot him an irritated glance and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Well, you've got this tomato picking down to a science. I'll give you that."

They had been in his garden for only a few minutes but already, her tank top stuck to her skin like wet gauze. The humidity gathered in her hair, making it feel heavy, like a thick curtain pressing against her neck. She wished fervently that she'd put it in a ponytail.

She also wished that the tension in her shoulders would ease up. It had been there since she had visited McGomery's bathroom upon arriving and she had discovered the photo he'd left her on the toilet.

It had taken a lot of nerve to come back up on the ridge in the first place and now it seemed she had more to be concerned about than just their attraction to each other.

What kind of game was Will McGomery playing with her?

"I mean it," he said, breaking into her thoughts. "You don't have to help me pick these. Sit over there in the grass and enjoy the morning."

She gave him a look. "I don't believe in watching others work when I'm capable of helping out. Just don't expect me to keep up with you."

One hand poised over the metal pail he'd provided her, she peered into his magnificent blue eyes, remembered how she had felt when she'd discovered her land belonged to someone outside her family.

Someone she clearly couldn't trust.

Anger surged through her, and the words escaped before she could debate the wisdom of them.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it. I saw the pills and the photograph when I used your bathroom. You put them where you knew I'd never be able to miss them, didn't you?"

She rose and dusted her hands on the thighs of her pants. "Yesterday you said that maybe we got started off on the wrong foot. Now I'm thinking that maybe you're just a head case. If you have something to say to me, then just say it, McGomery. Don't play games. Why are you on Ativan and Phenytoin? And why did you want me to see that photo of the two girls?"

He slowly stood. "You misunderstand. It wasn't my intention for you to see anything."

He was lying through his teeth. He had used the prescription bottles to prop up the photo on his toilet lid. She had had to move it all just to pee. He had done this for a reason she could only attribute to him being a coward or a lunatic.

"What are you being treated for? Anxiety, Schizophrenia, what?"

"I'm an epileptic," he said, making a pass over his forehead with the back of his hand and avoiding her eyes.

She was silent for several beats. "That's why you're here. You bought my land so you could hide from the world. You've been plagued with seizures since the car accident you had following your wife's suicide, haven't you? And you can't stand the thought of people knowing."

"Despite what you think, I'm not interested in making you curious about my past." He frowned and crouched again to pick tomatoes. "I was disgusted to know that your mother told you things that you otherwise would have never remembered."

"Look," she said and her voice was tight like her throat was an angry fist. "I'm sorry a coma rendered you an epileptic. Truth is, I was promised this land when I was a little girl and I can give you a great deal of money by which to find yourself another place to convalesce. Yesterday was a mistake. I shouldn't have allowed it to happen, but I did and I regret it, especially in light of the pathology you have going on."

He surged back to his feet. "Then climb in that Jeep over there and get the hell off my ridge. If you think I'm a freak, then just take off, get out of here!"

"Why did you do it?" she said, pushing her fingers through her hair. "In the photo? Who are they? Is that your wife and Sarah Chambers?"

"I don't have to justify anything with you," he said. "And the photo is none of your business."

Madison thought about the girls hugging in the photo. They had been young and beautiful at the time of the candid shot. She was dying to know who they were, and why he would pull such a stunt.

And dying to know why it was that it only made her more intrigued with him.

August 26th, 2007, 12:28 AM
Hi Marla!

I am so glad to meet you!

We are a fun group and I am sure you will have a great time! Welcome to our forum family!

Tia Fanning
August 26th, 2007, 11:06 AM
Great Post!