BOOK INFORMATION
House
of the Hanging Jade
By: Amy M. Reade
Releasing
April 26, 2016
Lyrical Press
Lyrical Press
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BOOK SUMMARY
Tired of the cold winters in Washington, D.C. and
disturbed by her increasingly obsessive boyfriend, Kailani Kanaka savors her
move back to her native Big Island of Hawaii. She also finds a new job as
personal chef for the Jorgensen family. The gentle caress of the Hawaiian trade
winds, the soft sigh of the swaying palm trees, and the stunning blue waters of
the Pacific lull her into a sense of calm at the House of Hanging Jade--an
idyll that quickly fades as it becomes apparent that dark secrets lurk within
her new home. Furtive whispers in the night, a terrifying shark attack, and the
discovery of a dead body leave Kailani shaken and afraid. But it's the unexpected
appearance of her ex-boyfriend, tracking her every move and demanding she
return to him, that has her fearing for her life . . .
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EXCERPT
I knew I
should have stayed home.
I bent my
head as the wind whipped down Massachusetts Avenue, hurling snowflakes at my
face, stinging my cheeks with hard, frosty pellets. The icy sidewalks were
treacherous, making my walk to work precarious and slow. There were very few
others brave or foolish enough to be out in this weather. I passed one man out
walking his dog and silently praised him for being so devoted.
I finally
arrived at the restaurant. I stamped on the snow that had piled up against the
front door and slipped my key into the lock with fingers stiff and clumsy from
the cold. Once inside, it only took me a second to realize that no one else was
there. On a normal day, one without a blizzard, my assistant Nunzio would
already have come in through the back and flipped on the kitchen lights before
I arrived. I groaned. Even Nunzio, whom I could always count on, had stayed
home. I moved through the darkened dining room and turned on the lights in the
kitchen. As they blinked to life, I heard a heavy knock at the front door.
Hurrying
to open it, I recognized the face of Geoffrey, the restaurant’s owner and my
current boyfriend, bundled up in a thick scarf and hat.
“Kailani,
what are you doing here?” he exclaimed, brushing snow off his boots in the
vestibule.
“Someone
has to be here to get things started,” I answered testily. “I don’t think we
can open today,” Geoffrey said. “There’s no way the delivery trucks can get
through, and I don’t think we’d have any customers even if they could.”
“You mean
I came all this way for nothing?” I whined. Geoffrey smiled down at me. “Sorry.
I just assumed you’d know not to come in on a day like this.”
“Why did
you come in, then?”
“To catch
up on paperwork. Plus, snowstorms don’t bother me.” “Ugh. They bother me. Well,
I guess if you don’t need me here, I’ll head back home.”
“Want me
to stop by later?”
I didn’t,
but I nodded. Geoffrey and I hadn’t been dating for long. He was already
becoming a little too clingy.
He leaned
over and kissed me on the cheek. “Be safe getting home. I’d call you a cab, but
there isn’t a single one on the streets.” “Believe me, I know.”
I trudged
home the same way I had come, the snow falling even harder now and blowing
sideways, making it difficult for me to see. When I finally made it to my
apartment building, I clumped up the stairs in my heavy boots and stood inside
my apartment, leaning against the door for several moments to catch my breath.
It took me a while to peel off all my layers. I left them lying on the floor
while I heated up milk on the stove for hot chocolate. As the milk warmed, I
gazed at a canvas photo that hung in my front hall. It was a faraway view of
the beach, taken from my parents’ backyard, overlooking the black sand and the
curling waves of the azure Pacific Ocean.
“We’ve got
to go home,” I said aloud to my cat, Meli, as she stepped daintily around me.
This wasn’t the first time I had expressed this sentiment to Meli, but this
time she stopped and looked up at me. She blinked and twitched her ears.
It was the
sign I needed.
I watched
the snow continue to fall for several hours from the warmth and safety of my
apartment. Meli and I curled up on the couch while I tried to read a book, but
I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts returned again and again to palm trees and
warm, caressing trade winds, to the faces of my mother and father, of my sister
and her little girl. Geoffrey eventually stopped by, bringing with him an icy
blast of air as I opened the door to the hallway.
He
laughed. “Looks like this storm may never end.”
I invited
him into the warmth of the apartment. “Take off your stuff. Want some hot
chocolate?” I called over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen.
“Sure,” he
answered, struggling with one of his boots. I joined him in the living room a
few minutes later. He was trying to stroke Meli’s chin, but she apparently
wanted none of that. Her ears flattened back and she squirmed out of his reach.
I handed
him the mug of hot chocolate and sat down opposite him. “Geoffrey, I have
news,” I told him warily, knowing he probably wouldn’t be as happy as I was.
“What is
it?”
“I’m going
back to Hawaii.” I waited for his reaction.
“That’s
nice. It’ll do you good to get out of this weather for a while.”
He
obviously wasn’t getting it. “No, not for a while. I’m moving back. For good.”
I was
right. He was not happy. In fact, he looked stricken, his eyes wide and his
mouth agape. “What do you mean, for good?” he asked, choking on his hot
chocolate.
“I mean, I
just can’t stand it here any longer. I’m never going to get used to the
weather, I miss my parents, and my niece is growing up without her auntie. It’s
time to go back. This is something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.
I’ll miss you, Geoffrey, but this is what’s best for me,” I added, trying to
soften the blow.
He looked
like he was struggling for words.
“But . . .
but . . . what will you do?”
“I’ll do
the same thing I do here, Geoffrey. Sous-chefs are not unique to DC.”
“Okay, but
what will I do? Without you, I mean?”
I felt
sorry for him. He looked crestfallen.
“Geoffrey,”
I said gently, “there are lots of women in Washington who are looking for
someone as wonderful and kind and handsome and successful as you are. I have to
do what my heart is telling me to do, and that’s to go back to Hawaii.”
He nodded
slowly, his eyes downcast. “Is there anything I can say to keep you here?”
“I’m
afraid not.”
“When are
you leaving?”
“I don’t
know. I just made the decision this morning.”
He sighed
and leaned back against the couch cushions, holding his mug on his lap and
staring into space.
“Geoffrey?
You okay?” I asked.
He set his
mug on the coffee table and pushed himself up from the sofa. “I guess I should
get going, then. Will you keep working at the restaurant until you leave?”
I was
surprised that he wanted to leave already, but I didn’t mention it.
“Of
course. I’ll give you plenty of time to find another fabulous sous-chef.”
I watched
Geoffrey as he walked down the hallway of my apartment building. His shoulders
were stooped and his gait slow. He looked like a forlorn little boy. Poor
Geoffrey. At the end of the hallway, right by the elevator, he turned around
and made a pleading motion with his hands and walked back toward me.
Uh-oh.
“Kailani,
how can you just throw away all the time we’ve spent together?”
I was a
little taken aback, but I suppose I shouldn’t have been. Such dramatic
statements were normal with him. “Geoffrey, we haven’t really spent too much
time together. We haven’t been dating very long.”
“But
doesn’t that time mean something to you?”
“Yes, of
course it does. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and we’ve had fun together.
But it’s time for me to go home. And I’m afraid a long-distance relationship
just isn’t possible. It’s too far away.”
“There’s
got to be a way, Kailani. I just can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
“I’m
sorry, Geoffrey. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” I closed the
door gently and stood there until I heard the ding of the elevator.
I waited a
few hours before calling my mother since there was a five-hour time difference
between DC and Hawaii.
She and my
father were both thrilled by my news, as I knew they would be. They had a
million questions for me, like when I would be coming home, where I would be
looking for a new job, and whether I could live with them for a while.
“I don’t
know!” I laughed. “I’m going to start putting out some feelers right away for
jobs in restaurants and resorts along the Kohala Coast. Someone must need a
sous-chef. Or even a head chef. But I’ll be home soon, don’t worry. I can’t
stand another day of this winter weather.”
I hung up,
promising to keep them posted about my job hunt. Suddenly, the winter seemed a
little warmer.
AUTHOR INFO
USA Today bestselling author Amy M. Reade is
also the author of Secrets of Hallstead House and The Ghosts of Peppernell
Manor. She grew up in northern New York, just south of the Canadian border, and
spent her weekends and summers on the St. Lawrence River. She graduated from
Cornell University and then went on to law school at Indiana University in
Bloomington. She practiced law in New York City before moving to southern New
Jersey, where, in addition to writing, she is a wife, a full-time mom and a
volunteer in school, church and community groups. She lives just a stone’s
throw from the Atlantic Ocean with her husband and three children as well as a
dog and two cats. She loves cooking and all things Hawaii and is currently at
work on her next novel. Visit her website at or at her blog.
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