In a small town northwest of Boston, Pastor Keller’s three grown children are caught in a web of secrets and murder. With time to uncover the truth running out, egos collide and love struggles to survive as Detective D’nardo delves into their sad and twisted lives. While one sister sacrifices herself to save the other, their brother tries to protect the family he once believed was ideal. Part of the truth lies hidden in a family Bible. But who has the key? Part of the truth comes softly in a child’s song. Who will sing it?
Jeanine Collins Malarsky was born on the shores of Cayuga Lake in upstate New York in 1944. By the time she graduated twelfth grade her family had moved eighteen times. In 1951 as a six-year-old Yankee from New York, she found a new life on the Mississippi Delta. Three schools and three years later her family moved on to Ohio and then West Virginia where she left home at the age of fourteen when life offered an opportunity to change her fate. In 1962 she took a bus to New England to attend college, later meeting her husband and settling near Boston.
Ms. Malarsky spent forty years in business management, focusing on financial accounting and computer systems, including twenty-two years operating her own company. She closed her business for one year, applied to Simmons GSM and graduated twelve months later with an MBA. Following years devoted to gourmet cooking, sewing, and raising two children, she retired and sat down and typed out her memoir, launching her new career as an author.
Writing from life’s experiences, Ms. Malarsky is adept at non-fiction as well as novels, setting her fictional characters in the heart of her adopted New England. Her stories are enriched by fifty years of travel including most of Europe and the Far East. Now residing in Nashua NH with her husband, a retired airline captain, she alternates travel with writing and sharing her passion for history and learning.
I enjoyed this story. It was an easy book for me to submerge into with believably complex characters whose lives were so different than my own. Nicely written.