Review When Shadows Fall by J.T. Ellison

Those of you who know me know one of my go-to, all time favorite thriller authors is J.T. Ellison. Her Taylor Jackson series is amazing and when she started a spin off series with one of the major co-stars Dr. Samantha Owens I was skeptical of how she would pull it off, but pull it off she did because this is one of the best crime drama series out there. Then just when I didn't think she could surprise me anymore she is now writing a series collaborating with Catherine Coulter about an Brit Scotland Yarder who comes across the pond to work for the FBI the upcoming second book in their new series The Lost Key just got the coveted TOP PICK GOLD from RT Reviews Magazine. Woot Woot!

Please enjoy my showcase of JT and my review of When Shadows Fall

 

• ISBN-13: 9780778317104
• Publisher: Harlequin
• Publication date: 8/26/2014
• Series: A Samantha Owens Novel Series , #3
• Format: Mass Market Paperback
• Pages: 448

Overview

Dear Dr. Owens,

If you are reading this letter, I am dead and I would be most grateful if you could solve my murder…

Forensic pathologist Dr. Samantha Owens thought life was finally returning to normal after she suffered a terrible personal loss. Settling into her new job at Georgetown University, the illusion is shattered when she receives a disturbing letter from a dead man imploring her to solve his murder.

Read an excerpt:

Georgetown University School of Medicine
Washington, D.C.

DR. SAMANTHA OWENS STARED OUT THE WINDOW OF HER OFFICE, ADMIRING THE view she'd be enjoying for the next several years. Trees. Lots and lots of trees. The Georgetown University campus was landscaped to perfection, bringing the joys of wildlife and green space to their urban oasis. Maples and willow oaks, zelkovas and ginkgo, viburnum and holly, and more she had no names for. In truth, this deep into the warm, wet D.C. summer, everything was so green it made her eyes hurt. It was all so bloody alive.

And so different from her anonymous, stainless-steel office in Nashville. A welcome change. A change she'd openly pursued, sure to the core she no longer wanted to work in law enforcement. The idea of keeping herself separate from the hurt and fear and messiness of the real world appealed to her.

Her new reality: she was the head of the bourgeoning forensic pathology department at Georgetown University Medical School. Her first classes would start the following week, though students were already on campus doing their orientations. And now that she was here, the sense of adventure and excitement were gone.

Looking out at the tree-lined campus, she couldn't help wondering, yet again, if she'd made a mistake. The freedom she'd hoped for, planned on, felt like a noose around her neck. Even though she was calling the shots, she was increasingly feeling trapped. So many people were counting on her. She'd developed the forensic program, made a commitment to the university, even signed a contract. She was stuck.

No longer a medical examiner, no longer a part of organized law enforcement. She was a teacher, with two class sections of doctors who wanted to help solve crimes. Students who seemed so young, teenagers, almost, though many were in their twenties, and even thirties. Untouched by tragedy; unknowing of the world's painful embrace.

They'd learn soon enough, especially with her at the helm. She'd seen more than most in her career, especially during her tenure as the Chief Medical Examiner for the State of Tennessee. Her job was to teach them everything she knew so they could stride out into the world in pursuit of justice.

The way she used to do.

Sam turned from the window to her desk, a thick slab of oak polished to a high gleam, and casually straightened the stack of papers in her out-box. Her OCD was under strict rein, especially in front of all these new people, but there was no need for things to be messy.

She should be eager for this new life to begin. She honestly had been, until a few weeks ago, when her friend John Baldwin, from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, sat her down and threw a bomb into her world. Sent her spinning, unsure of all the choices she'd made over the past few months.

He'd come to town for a case two weeks earlier, taken her out for lunch and, before the food arrived, got straight to business.

"I wish you'd talked to me before you made this drastic change."

"It's the best thing for me. I don't want to be out there anymore, Baldwin. I paid my dues, with more than I care to remember."

"Which is why I'm here. We want you to join the FBI." She choked on the water the server had set down. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. We need your mind."

She laughed. "I'm a medical examiner, Baldwin, or I was. Not a field agent. For starters, I hate guns."

"I know. That's not a problem. You'd be an official consultant, mostly with me and my team, but with other parts of the Bureau, too, depending on the cases. You'd need to go through some training at the Academy in Quantico, to make it all official, but you'll be able to work on cases again. Sam, you can't tell me you don't miss it."

"I don't. Not at all."

"You're lying to yourself."

Watching the students wander the campus, Sam wondered if he was right. Did she belong here? Innocent faces glued to smartphones, earbuds firmly embedded in ears, an insouciant walk; these kids didn't seem to have a care in the world. What if she wasn't cool enough for them?

"Right. There's the thing to worry about. Being cool."

She settled at the desk and opened her laptop. Debated putting in her own earbuds; decided she was being silly. She knew her lesson plan cold, but giving it one more look wouldn't hurt; she hated using notes. Regardless of the doubt she was feeling, she was here to engage these young doctors, intrigue them, but also allow them a glimpse into the real world of forensic pathology. Not the exciting, tumultuous world they saw on television, but the bloody, messy, heart-wrenching process of dissection, both of bodies and of lives. To show them the hardest truth of all: the dead have no secrets.

But the living do.

Forget the notes. Maybe she'd just read for a bit, settle into her office. Adjust to the sights and sounds of her new life.

She was deep into an article on forensic ballistics when a soft knock pulled her from her review. She looked up to see Xan-der in her doorway, a grin on his face.

"Hey," he said.

Her stomach flipped, as it always did when he caught her unawares. A biological response to an emotion none truly understood. An emotion she was grateful for, because she knew the depth of it had saved her from sinking into the deepest abyss.

Alexander Whitfield. Known to his parents and family as Moonbeam, or Xander Moon. A true misnomer for a tough former army ranger. And Xander was still a ranger through and through: intense, alert, always combing the background for unseen threats. Romantic, and a fatalist. Just like her.

He was a different man now than the one she'd met several months before. More open, more forgiving. Happier. They'd settled into a version of domestic bliss, splitting their time between her Georgetown town house and his cabin in the backwoods of the Savage River Forest.

He'd separated from the army the previous year after the terrible cover-up of a friendly fire incident that had killed one of his best friends. He'd run to the woods, disengaged from the world and would have stayed there, lost and alone, if it weren't for Sam. Two broken souls, made whole by their joining.

Xander wasn't fully ready to reenter the world, but he was coming back, a bit at a time. Though he'd done his best to hide it, she knew he was happy she had turned down Baldwin's job offer.

"Hey," she said. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd bring you lunch. I know how you can lose yourself in your work. What is it today? Blood spatter?"

"It's eerie how you do that." She turned the laptop around and showed him the article. "I was just starting the section on backspatter."

He didn't pale, but his lips tightened together in a grim line. He'd spent most of his life behind the trigger; he was more than familiar with the concept.

Sam glanced at the screen, saw the full-color image of a man at the wrong end of a shotgun and slammed the laptop closed. "Sorry. What's this about lunch?"

Xander's dark hair flopped onto his forehead. "You're not one of those M.E.s who can eat a tuna sandwich standing over a corpse, are you?"

"Highly unethical behavior, tuna eating. I'd stick with cookies or crackers myself. The crumbs are easier to brush away."

He laughed, deep from his belly, which made her smile. She loved his laugh.

"I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers." He glanced over his shoulder at the open office door. "Maybe we should inaugurate your office."

He kissed her, long and lingering, and she was damn close to saying lock the door when another knock sounded, this one accompanied by a high-pitched throat clearing. They jumped apart like teenagers caught making out on a porch, and Sam smoothed her shirt down-good grief, one of her buttons was undone; how had he managed that?-before turning to see who'd so rudely interrupted them.

It was one of her new T.A.s, Stephanie Wilhelm, a slight blonde with a sharp sense of humor to match her highly unorthodox look-today a black Metallica concert T-shirt under a black men's pin-striped jacket and dark jeans tucked into leather combat boots. Sam liked the girl. Her independence among the clones had landed her the coveted T.A. position in the first place.

"Forgive me, Dr. Owens, but this letter arrived for you. It's marked urgent. I thought I should bring it to you right away."

Her words were directed to Sam, but her eyes were locked on Xander, who was sitting on the edge of Sam's desk, arms crossed on his broad chest, vibrating in amusement as he watched her fumble with her button.

"Thank you, Stephanie. I appreciate it."

"If you need anything else…" She dropped off, winked lasciviously.

"Out," Sam said, and Stephanie left with a grin.

"I'm hot for teacher," Xander said, and Sam swatted him with the letter.

"Quit it. The last thing I need is a reputation for looseness among my students." She sat on the desk next to him and opened the letter. Thick strokes of black ink, the words slanted to the right. A man's handwriting.

She read the first line, felt the breath leave her body. "Uhoh."

Xander caught her tone. "What's wrong?" She scanned the rest of the letter. "You need to hear this." She read it aloud, vaguely noticed her voice was shaking.

"Dear Dr. Owens,

If you are reading this letter, I am dead. I would be most grateful if you would solve my murder. I know how determined you are, and talented. If anyone can figure out this mess, it's you.

I've compiled a list of suspects for you to look at, and set aside some money to cover your expenses. I fear your life may be in danger once they find I've contacted you, so I urge you to take every precaution. Yours,

Timothy R. Savage"

"Let me see that." Xander took the letter from her, barely touching the corner between his thumb and forefinger. Sam watched his face as he read it, saw the darkness draw over him like a shroud.

"Who the hell is Timothy Savage?"

"I have no idea. But it's a pretty sick joke. Who would do such a thing?"

"I don't know. John Baldwin, maybe? Trying to draw you into a case against your will?"

She opened her mouth to deny the possibility, but stopped herself. She'd known Baldwin for many years. He was engaged to her best friend. He was a good man, a no-nonsense cop in addition to being a talented profiler. He wouldn't resort to manipulation. Would he?

"No. It's not him."

Xander shrugged. "Where's the envelope?"

In her surprise, she'd dropped it on the floor. She pulled a tissue from the box on her desk and picked it up, careful not to directly touch any part of it. Ridiculous, she'd already gotten her prints all over it, so had Stephanie and countless others, but she had to treat it as evidence now.

"Return address is Lynchburg, Virginia," she said. "Let me plug it into my laptop, see if it's real."

He read the information to her, and she entered it into Google. The name Timothy Savage popped up, along with a map of his address, and a death notice from the local Lynchburg paper.

"Oh, no. Xander, Timothy Savage really is dead." Xander breathed hard out his nose. "Then Sam, honey, you better call Fletcher. This might not be a joke, after all."

CHAPTER 2

Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens

Anacostia

Washington, D.C.

D.C. HOMICIDE DETECTIVE DARREN FLETCHER WAS KNEE-DEEP IN MARSH WATER, standing over the body of a male Caucasian, approximately twenty to twenty-four years of age, who didn't appear to have a mark on him. But he was dead, without a doubt, staked to a small canoe dock ten feet offshore, bobbing in the gentle tidal flow of the Anacostia River. Fletcher stared at the boy-he really was too young to be called anything else-and thought of his own son, only a few years younger, and promised to be a better father. He'd lost count of how many times he'd stood over deceased young men and made the same fervent prayer.

He slapped at a mosquito, brought his hand away from his neck with a smear of blood on his palm.

Murder. It came in all forms.

But this, who would kill a man this way? Tying him to a stake in a river, leaving him to drown? Had the killer watched as the tide slowly rose, waiting to see the results of his handiwork? Watched the terror of his victim, the dawning knowledge that death was coming for him? The boy's eyes were open, caked in mud, as if he'd looked at someone in his last moment. The water had spilled over his head, then receded, leaving its filthy, choking mark.

Fletcher shook off a chill, glanced around for cameras and saw none.

Lonnie Hart, his longtime partner, came down the path to the water. He gave a sharp, clear whistle.

Fletcher's head snapped up. "What's the matter?"

Lonnie waved for him to come back onto dry land. He headed off, not unhappy to have to get out of the marshy water. It smelled, fecund and ripe, and the body's bloated rawness wasn't helping.

When he got closer, Hart said, "We're in luck. Another five feet out and it would belong to us, but you're standing on federal land. I called the Fibbies, told them to get their pretty little behinds over here. National park, it's their jurisdiction. We'll let them take over."

"Thank God for small mercies, eh, Lonnie?" And to the body: "Sorry, dude. Red ties are coming. They'll treat you right."

He squished up the bank, climbed out of the muck. Hart stuck out a hand and helped tow him onto the small wooden dock. Once on dry land, he shook like a dog, spraying droplets of water on Hart, who punched him on the shoulder and nearly toppled him back into the river.

"Ugh. Come on, man. That's gross."

Fletcher grinned at him, then stripped off his socks and wadded them up, stowed them in the pocket of his gym shorts and slid his dry loafers back on his feet. It was a stroke of luck his gym bag was still in the car, sheer laziness on his part not taking it into the house after his workout last night. He hardly wanted to ruin his good pants getting into the nasty water.

"Not sure if I'm happy about this being a Fed case. Haven't seen one of the strange ones lately. I could have used a challenge."

"Fletch, you've seen enough weird for two lifetimes."

"True that."

Here's a little about the fab Ms. Ellison–

Photo by Chris Blanz

J.T. Ellison is the New York Times bestselling author of twelve critically acclaimed novels, including When Shadows Fall, Edge of Black, and A Deeper Darkness, and is the co-author of the Nicholas Drummond series with #1 New York Times bestselling author Catherine Coulter. Her work has been published in over twenty countries. Her novel The Cold Room won the ITW Thriller Award for Best Paperback Original and Where All The Dead Lie was a RITA® Nominee for Best Romantic Suspense. She lives in Nashville with her husband. Visit JTEllison.com for more insight into her wicked imagination, or follow her on Twitter @Thrillerchick orFacebook.com/JTEllison14. 

HERE IS A CURRENT LIST OF JT'S WORK

Nicholas Drummond Novels with Catherine CoulterJT ELLISON’S BOOK LIST

1 - THE FINAL CUT

2 - THE LOST KEY

Lieutenant Taylor Jackson Series

1 - ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS

2 - 14

3 - JUDAS KISS

4 - THE COLD ROOM

5 - THE IMMORTALS

6 - SO CLOSE THE HAND OF DEATH

7 - WHERE ALL THE DEAD LIE

Dr. Samantha Owens Series

1 - A DEEPER DARKNESS

2 - EDGE OF BLACK

3 - WHEN SHADOWS FALL

Novellas with Erica Spindler and Alex Kava

(Featuring Taylor Jackson short stories)

SLICES OF NIGHT (Blood Sugar Baby)

STORM SEASON (Whiteout)

Short Stories (also available as ebooks and anthologized in SWEET LITTLE LIES)

“Prodigal Me” in KILLER YEAR: STORIES TO DIE FOR

“Chimera” in SURREAL SOUTH ‘09

“Killing Carol Ann” in FIRST THRILLS

“Gray Lady, Lady Gray” in SURREAL SOUTH ’11

“The Number of Man” in LOVE IS MURDER

“X”

“Where’d You Get That Red Dress?”

My review of When Shadows Fall

Dr. Samantha Owens has traded her Medical Examiner’s office for one at Georgetown University. This monumental career change along with her new love Alexander (Xander) Whitfield is helping with her healing. But just days before her new job as Professor Owens begins her old life pays her a strange visit in the form of a cryptic letter asking her to solve the sender’s murder. She’s definitely interested especially when his “murder” is a case closed suicide, and hooked when something fishy’s discovered that involves an old FBI child kidnapping/murder case. And maybe sunk when the letter writer’s beneficiaries start dropping like flies and Sam’s on that list. Sam’s not going to take these threats sitting down so with Xander, her DC cop friend Fletcher and a FBI profiler friend from Tennessee they set out to solve this convoluted case and try to stay alive while doing it.

JT Ellison continues her climb to greatness and she’s bringing her star Samantha Owens with her. When Shadows Falls is a nail-biting edge of your seat thriller. It’s an amazing novel ripe with mystery, mayhem and murder, which will draw readers in by her no-nonsense and brilliant narrative as she takes us deep into her world of crime drama. Her characters all shine especially Sam who is ever evolving. We catch up on old friends, meet new ones and experience some of the most cold-blooded villains. Even though this is a series and not reading them in order you’ll miss some crucial character development, When Shadows Fall like the other volumes stands well alone.

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