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Double the suspense. One mystery. One thriller.
To view the book trailer, visit the Joslyn Chase YouTube channel.

Dark Sky, Full Circle
An eclipse is coming. An eclipse that will obscure the sun and expose the sins of four guilty men. When the sky grows dark, they will have come full circle.

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Covenant of Peace
Every year, on the 17th of August, Tabitha Wilkins runs nine miles. Her chest aches, her head hurts, and blisters sprout on the bottoms of her feet, but she endures the pain.

She needs the pain.

Four years ago, on August 17th, police found her sister’s broken body. Tabitha knows someday she’ll find the man who broke it.
Looking into his eyes, she’ll make a choice—forgive him, or kill him.

Two stories, intertwined beneath a total eclipse of the sun—a  spectacle you won’t want to miss. Get your copy of Double Eclipse today, for a double round of high suspense!

Reviews from readers
“Action packed! It certainly had me on the edge of my seat.”  David Rae, author of When The Wild Woods Came and Waiting For John Davis

“The ending is perfect. I enjoyed every minute of this story.”  Catherine Ryan, Advance Reader

“If a writer’s job is to evoke emotion from her reader, Joslyn Chase has done it big time!” Pat Leo, Advance Reader

“Tight story, great flow, realistic dialogue. The whole package is there.”  Joe Arcara, author of A Monster Waits

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Contents

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Title Page

Author's Note

Dark Sky, Full Circle

Story

Covenant of Peace

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DOUBLE ECLIPSE

Dark Sky, Full Circle

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Covenant of Peace

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These two stories intertwine and are meant to be read as a set, and in order. This book is the result of an assignment given to me by the award-winning editor, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, shortly after the eclipse in August, 2017.

The idea was to spin a new story off a minor character from the first story, exploring how the two threads play off one another.

August 18, 2017

 

The moon ate the sun as I struggled to wake, clawing at the confines of the wretched nightmare I’d lived through a hundred times before. Murmuring voices washed over me like a sea of amazement, but I looked at no one, keeping my eyes fastened to the sky, shivering a little in the dust-eddied breeze that sprang up from the desert floor, searching for a way to swim up and out of the dream before it turned from disturbing to gut-wrenching horror.

The bite mark grew, consuming ever more of the spun-gold sun, culminating in an all-encompassing eclipse. The voices fell away and a pit of silence opened around me, pierced by the screeching cry of an eagle. Goosebumps broke out on my arms, and my chest tightened, each gasp of air like sucking down gelatin.

Gaze still locked to the sky, I watched the darkness dissolve into blood, sliding down the surface of the sun in great drops to pool at my feet, lapping at my ankles, and then my knees, as it rose in a drowning wave of sticky wetness. It splashed my face, and I tasted bitterness, gagging on it as the squall of the eagle became the scream of a girl.

I woke then, as I always did, bolt upright in bed, filmed with sweat, my throat raw and stretched with tension. Detangling from the twisted sheet, I switched on the bedside lamp and stumbled to the bathroom. I ran tepid water from the tap and splashed it up and over my face and hair, rubbing the awful images from my eyes and from my mind. Groping for the towel, I dried my head, the tiny loops of fabric catching and scraping against my overnight crop of beard stubble.

Facing myself in the darkened mirror, I made a decision.

The eclipse was three days into the future. When the reporter from The Seattle Times contacted me last month about the exciting reunion she was putting together for our Eclipse Club, I turned her down flat. I had no desire to relive that particular day from February 1979, or to see my fellow club members. Her attempts to sweeten the deal with VIP treatment and complimentary accommodations sickened me and I was rather curt in my response.

I hoped she wouldn’t hold it against me.

I dialed the number from her card. “Tanya Robinson?”

“This is she.” Her voice sounded perky despite the early hour.

“Quinn Bagley. I’ve reconsidered your offer. Is it too late to get on board?”

“No indeed, Mr. Bagley. We’d be delighted.”

We wrapped up the details and I thumbed the ‘end’ button. A hard, greasy lump bobbed in my stomach but I assured myself it was the right call.

Time to face the nightmare head on.

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August 19, 2017

 

The Highland Hotel and Resort boasted the tallest building in Jackson, with an observation deck on the roof overlooking the Grand Tetons and, more to the point, offering an unobstructed view to the sky. I surrendered my car to the valet and took my place in line at the registration desk, where I watched a team of bellboys wrestle a pile of luggage onto a trolley and wheel it into a waiting elevator. A ladies’ cosmetic case at the top of the stack quivered with each step, threatening a crash to the floor.

I looked away, and a pair of well-polished loafers stepped into my down-turned gaze. I raised my head to look into a pair of crinkled blue eyes, owned by a man in a slightly rumpled charcoal gray suit. He held out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Tim. I recognize you from your picture in The Seattle Times. The eclipse story.”

I knew Tanya would have prepped the article, ready to run with it despite my initial refusal. She got my Friday morning go-ahead and I’d read the second-page story, complete with updates and current photos, over Saturday morning coffee before setting off for Jackson.

His handshake was firm, almost painful.

“Quinn Bagley,” I confirmed. “Is that what brings you to Jackson Hole?”

His eyebrows rose. “What else is there?”

I acknowledged his comment without mentioning the lakes, hiking, wildlife, and cultural events that make it a tourist paradise. We were all here for the main event.

“Where are you from, Tim?”

“I manage a small real estate office in Lincoln, Nebraska.

“Business good there, in Lincoln?”

“Oh sure. You’d be surprised at how much money percolates from the coasts into the midwest.”

Something about this man struck a familiar chord, but I couldn’t pin it down.

“You ever live in eastern Washington?” I asked.

A flicker came and went in the blue depths of his eyes, too fleeting to identify. “Never been to that part of the country,” he responded. “Too flat and desolate for me, I’m afraid.”

“And Nebraska isn’t?”

He smiled wryly. “Touché. Is eastern Washington your neck of the woods?”

I thought how I’d passed through my hometown of Ellensburg without glancing right or left, riveted on just getting through. Sealed inside the air-conditioned safety of my Ford Focus, I’d shot out the other side of town like a pig on a greased slide.

“I live in Seattle.”

He nodded as we took a step forward, keeping pace with the slowly moving line of folks checking in.

“So, what’s the weekend schedule?” Tim asked.

“I understand the newspaper is sponsoring a club meeting this evening, seven o’clock in the—” I glanced at my notes. “The Caribou Room. A sort of mixer, Q&A.”