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Sunday 12 July 2015

☀☄ Run: Charlotte Marshall Mysteries [1] - Becky Johnson

Thank you for joining us on the Virtual Book Tour for Run, a mystery / suspense novel by (, Becky Johnson, 2nd edition 198 pages).

This is the first book in the Charlotte Marshall Mysteries series - full details of all of the in the series, Run, Stand and Redemption are given below.

Check out the book's trailer, synopsis and the excerpt below. Also meet the author and find out more about Run, in our Author Q&A.

Synopsis | Teaser | The Series | About the Author | Tour Stops


A decades old mystery and a deadly game of cat and mouse will change Charlotte Marshall forever. Charlotte has a good life: friends, family, a successful career. Her perfect life is destroyed when research for a book and a connection from her past plunges her into the middle of her worst nightmare. On the run, with no one to trust, Charlotte begins to unravel the work of a sadistic murderer. Afraid and alone, she will learn the meaning of trust and just when to run.

Teaser: Excerpt


It’s ironic really, the chain of events that led me here, kneeling in the dirt with a gun to my head. My tale of woe, if I can be so bold as to call it that, started innocently enough. It started with spelling words and dinner.


As a student I was smart but a horrible speller. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, my mother was a school teacher. In order to get me through my spelling test every week she worked with me every night. While I sat at the table working on my assigned words, she watched the news and made dinner. This was by far, the least favorite part of my day. I sat at the kitchen table wanting to be outside or really just about anywhere else. I wrote out my words for the week ten times each, used them in a sentence, then tested myself with flashcards.

Certain, certain, certain. I am certain I do not want to be doing this. However, however, however. However, I don’t have a choice…

“Earlier today, police responded to a call in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. Children playing at the local park discovered…” The newscaster's voice droned on in the background.

Balance, balance, balance. What sentence could I use for balance…? The seal balanced a ball on his nose. Stupid but it would work.

“…the body of an unidentified female adolescent…”

My attention was caught. Spelling words forgotten.

“…sources say the victim was raped and tortured before she was murdered. Her body was mutilated. Police are asking that anyone…”

What? A strange feeling twisted in my stomach. The words of the newscaster left me feeling unsettled. I knew something bad had happened; for the first time in my life, the world was scary. It left me shaken. Why would someone kill a girl?

“I don’t get it, Mom, what happened?”

Once my mom realized I was talking about the news, the television was quickly turned off.

"Charlotte Marshall, are you done with your spelling words? No? Then worry about finishing them." My mom scolded.

I knew I wasn't really in trouble because my mom hadn't used my middle name. I also knew she wasn't going to talk about the news story. I looked down at the papers spread before me, but I didn't see them anymore. My mind whirled. Instinctively, I knew there was something different about this news story. The unknown girl stuck in my head.

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The Series: Charlotte Marshall Mysteries

Stand [2]

**Currently available as a FREE download**

Charlotte Marshall survived a nightmare. But moving forward past the trauma is a daily battle. Self-defense training, a high security home, and a trusted circle of family and friends help her improve. But fear still lives. Charlotte can’t lean on ritual and routine forever. She must stand on her own.

Desperate to move on Charlotte finds hope in volunteering with FindMe, an organization dedicated to finding people who are missing and helping their families. Her first case ends up being more than she bargained for and Charlotte soon learns that a little hope can be a dangerous thing. She is strong. She is smart. But new threats come. A new danger lurks. Someone evil wants to destroy her.

The FBI has no answers.

A man is missing. His family deserves the truth.

But Charlotte is not alone in this new quest. Her sparring partner, Skeet, is far more complicated than he appears. Together they search for a missing man and discover that death is never far away. Death haunts, the truth taunts, and answers are just out of reach.

Charlotte will have to choose to stand and fight or to give in to the fear that waits for her. [2 January 2015, 218 pages]


Chapter 1

My own scream woke me.

Zero to sixty in less than a second. One second I was sound asleep, and the next I was bolt upright in bed with the sound of my scream still echoing across the bedroom. My heart thundered in my chest, and my panting breaths sounded loud in the silence. My shaking hands gripped the blanket in tight fists. Kitty looked up at me from her cozy spot at the end of the bed. Yellow eyes blinked. Then she meowed in sympathy and dropped her calico head back down onto her paws. She used to love sleeping curled right up against me. But my regular nightmares disrupted her. Unfortunately nightmares are not an uncommon occurrence. I have suffered from them ever since Lawrence Pheares.

Nine months ago I faced a monster, a murderer responsible for the deaths of twenty-three innocent girls. At night he haunts me. Sometimes the dreams are a reenactment of the events. I see Pheares choking me. Or I remember Jack and Pheares fighting. Sometimes the nightmares are filled with images of my lost girls. I watch helpless as Emily runs from a mad man. I cannot save her. The worst ones though, the dreams that make it impossible for me to go back to sleep, are the ones like the nightmare I just woke up from. They leave me with a jumble of images and tangled feelings. Nothing concrete that makes sense. When I wake up screaming, I am overwhelmed with terror. That’s the only feeling or sense I get from these dreams, bone deep fear.

According to my therapist I am suffering from PTSD. Simple letters for a life that is changed by trauma. Nine months ago I had lived the nightmare. It all began so simply. I was doing research for my next novel when I stumbled onto a serial killer and twenty-three girls who were abducted, raped, tortured, murdered, and then thrown away. When I found the killer, he found me. I almost didn’t survive. In the end I beat Lawrence Pheares, but in doing so I was forever changed.

Without conscious thought, my hand reached over to cover the E tattooed on the inside of my right arm, a daily reminder of what I had survived and a tribute to those innocent girls who did not.

In the months since I discovered evidence of a serial killer and my life became entwined with those lost girls who were heartlessly killed by a madman, I had become a different person, scared of my own shadow. At first it wasn’t so bad. I was still cruising on adrenaline. Now every day is a battle.

When I let myself really think about it, thoughts of Georgia frighten me the most. I never learned from Pheares what role she played in the killings, but I knew in my heart that she had one. Pheares was dead. But I knew Georgia was still out there. There was no evidence of this, but my gut told me different. I knew she was alive. I could feel her watching me.

I looked over at my bedside clock. It was four forty-three in the morning. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. My body was slick with sweat and the hands I ran over my face shook. Max, my black Pit Bull mix, looked at me from his spot beside my bed. His ears were perked. Brown eyes focused on me. He looked ready to get up with me or go back to sleep, depending on my next move. These days Max rarely leaves my side. He is a good friend.

I swung my legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. A few deep breaths later my heart was no longer racing, and I was ready to get up.

I start every morning with yoga. It is one of my therapies. Sometimes I think if I don’t do the little things like yoga, running, and journaling, I will plunge into a well of terror that will dominate me. So every morning, no matter what, I make myself stick to my routine, as though that alone will save me. That morning my poses were a little shaky from my nightmare, but I made it through them. Mountain pose. Forward bend. Down dog. I could feel myself steadying. Warrior two. Down dog. Tree pose. I finished with two sun salutations then stood in mountain pose just breathing.

Max knows my new pattern. When my routine was finished he was ready to go. He leaned his big body against me and gave that look dog owners everywhere know – outside please.

I will admit I am afraid of becoming agoraphobic. It would be so easy. But I make myself go outside. If I didn’t, I think I could live a very content and safe life, never leaving the safety of my home. But that would mean that Pheares won. I can’t let him win. So, every day I force myself to venture outdoors. I stand outside and consider it a small victory in the midst of many battles. Max helps.

I grabbed Max’s leash from the hall closet and layered on warm winter gear. Coat, gloves, hat, boots. December in New Jersey is cold. It was so early that it was dark outside and very still. It had already been a rough icy winter. There were several inches of snow on the ground. I paused at my front door, Max waited patiently on his leash beside me. A few deep breaths, and I was able to convince myself to open the door.

My last home burned down, part of the drama I endured nine months ago with Pheares. He burned my home and destroyed everything I owned. He took so much from me, but at the end I was still standing. After a brief stay in a temporary condo, courtesy of my agent, my new home is comfortably located in a quiet development with lots of space between the houses and a big fenced backyard for Max. The small two story home has a nice open floor plan downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs. It backs up to trees and a lake, so it is quiet.

It feels like too much quiet sometimes, but I like it.

The only nice thing about taking Max outside in the winter is that he is as happy to move quickly and get back inside as I am. He is not a fan of the cold. My breath left cold puffs of fog in the air and I shifted in place to stay warm. It was eerily quiet out, still too early for most of the world to be stirring. As I waited for Max to finish his business, headlights flashed over my front door. A car turned the corner onto my street. I tensed. As it rolled closer I recognized the logo of the security company hired to patrol my neighborhood. It was one of things that attracted me to this development. I was looking for a sense of security, wanting to feel safe. It hasn’t worked, but I gave the security car a wave as it slowly moved past my house. Looks like Carl. I had made a point to know every guard that patrolled. I know everyone who is a help or a possible threat in my fragile world.

Max finished his business, shivered from the chilly air, and whined to go back inside. We ran toward the door. After the cold the first wave of warmth was almost too much. I didn’t really relax until I heard the locks click. I was glad to be out of the cold and the dark. I always breathe a little easier when I am safely locked inside my home.

I stripped off all the winter gear I had piled on and put them back in their respective places in the hall closet.

After a shower to wash away the sweat from my nightmare and yoga, and then a bowl of Cheerios, I felt almost ready to face the day.

I stood facing the mirror wearing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra, my other daily ritual. I took stock of my body and its changes. Same long light blonde hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail, same dark blue eyes and overbite. The differences from nine months ago are obvious. I've lost over twenty-five pounds. Anything less than a hundred and twenty on my frame is too skinny. I was too skinny. The dark circles under my eyes were almost permanent. The biggest change though is my eyes. I used to be innocent, innocent to murder and cruelty. I am not anymore. My eyes now are old. The changes were obvious. However, they were not all negative. I was strong. My arms had muscles they never had before. I was tough, inside and out. Looking at my reflection I repeated the same positive mantra I said every morning. You are strong. You are a survivor. Then I finished getting dressed and drove into Philly.

Redemption [3]

Charlotte Marshall’s life changed dramatically when she uncovered a serial killer and narrowly escaped alive. With Lawrence Pheares gone, relationships more validated and trusted than ever, and a new book just aching to be written, careless bliss should have been just around the corner. But when her car is bombed and her worst intuitions realized, a dangerous game of revenge begins to unravel, and for the elusive killer with dark secrets, this time its personal. With all she loves threatened and time running out, Charlotte must outwit her deadliest adversary yet before evil can destroy all she holds dear. A fast-paced, suspenseful, cat-and-mouse story with shocking twists around ever page turn, Redemption keeps the heart pounding and intrigue building for both experienced Charlotte Marshall fans and those new to the series alike. [AVAILABLE 21 July 2015, 159 pages]

PREVIEW: Read the first chapter on the author's website

About the Author

Run is Becky Johnson’s first published novel, but not her first book. Books are Becky’s passion and always have been.  She used to get in trouble in school for reading during class!

Becky has Master’s degrees in social work and history, and for her day job she is a social worker. In her writing she tries to answer a question that is important to both social work and history:  Why?  She always wants to know why people do the things they do or feel the way they feel.

When not reading or writing she enjoys yoga, running, cooking, and makes a pretty mean chili!

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Giveaway and Tour Stops

Follow Run's tour at:

July 1st: Starter Day Party @ I Heart Reading
July 2nd: Promo Post @ Indy Book Fairy
July 2nd: Author Interview @ Author C.A. Milson
July 4th: Promo Post @ I’m an Eclectic Reader
July 5th: Author Interview @ Majanka’s Blog
July 6th: Promo Post @ Bookaholic Ramblings
July 8th: Book Review @ Author C.J. Anaya’s Blog
July 10th: Promo Post @ Hollow Readers
July 12th: Promo Post and Author Interview @ BooksChatter
July 14th: Promo Post @ 365 Days of Reading
July 15th: Author Interview @ Editor Charlene’s Blog
July 17th: Promo Post @ The Book Daily
July 18th: Book Review @ I Heart Reading
July 20th: Promo Post @ Undercover Book Reviews
July 22nd: Author Interview @ The Single Librarian
July 23rd: Promo Post @ Bedazzled Reading
July 24th: Book Review @ Books are Forever
July 25th: Promo Post @ Rising Indies United
July 27th: Promo Post @ Cassidy Crimson’s Blog
July 28th: Book Review @ My So Called Book Reviews
July 30th: Promo Post @ Bookish Madness
August 1st: Author Interview @ Aurelia (Lit)

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