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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Here and Gone about Oregon, Colorado, Rocky with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense?
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conversations.value: the author lives in Oregon, but she is a Colorado girl at heart, having grown up in the Rocky Mountains. An avid word-lover since childhood, she began to pen her first novel in high school. The author of 19 novels, one novella, and seven short stories, she particularly enjoys writing books that are cross-genrea mix of mystery/thriller/suspense, with a love story and paranormal or supernatural elements. In addition to being a three-time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Finalist, Ann is also an award-winning watercolorist and budding photographer who enjoys needlework and gardening in her spare time. She is her familys genealogist and has been blessed with the opportunity to conduct first-hand research in Italy for both her writing and her family tree. The genealogy research from centurys-old documents, written in Italian, has been a supreme but gratifying and exciting challenge for her.
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conversations.value: the author lives in Oregon, but she is a Colorado girl at heart, having grown up in the Rocky Mountains. An avid word-lover since childhood, she began to pen her first novel in high school. The author of 19 novels, one novella, and seven short stories, she particularly enjoys writing books that are cross-genrea mix of mystery/thriller/suspense, with a love story and paranormal or supernatural elements. In addition to being a three-time Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Finalist, Ann is also an award-winning watercolorist and budding photographer who enjoys needlework and gardening in her spare time. She is her familys genealogist and has been blessed with the opportunity to conduct first-hand research in Italy for both her writing and her family tree.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Here and Gone
  The road swayed left then right, the rhythm of it making Audra Kinney's eyelids grow heavier as each mile marker passed. She had given up counting them; it only made the journey slower. Her knuckles complained as she flexed her fingers on the wheel, palms greasy with sweat.
  Thank God she'd had the eight-year-old station wagon's AC serviced earlier in the year. New York summers might be hot, but not like this. Not like Arizona-hot. It's a dry heat, people said. Yeah, dry like the face of the sun, she thought. Even at five-thirty in the evening, even as the vents blew air cold enough to make goose pimples on her forearms, if she put her fingers to the window, her hand would recoil as if from a boiling kettle.
  Sean was a good boy. Everyone who knew him said so. But it had never been so clear as these last few days. So much had been asked of him, and he had endured. She looked at him in the mirror. His father's sharp features and fair hair, but his mother's long limbs. They had lengthened in recent months, reminding her that her son, now almost eleven, was approaching puberty. He had complained little since they left New York, considering, and he had been a help with his little sister. If not for him, Audra might have lost her sanity out here.
  As if on cue, that pain between her shoulder blades, like the muscles back there coming unstitched. Like she was coming apart, and the stuffing would soon billow out of her seams.
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conversations.value: Do you know four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Mitchell placed her palm at the small of Audra's back, guided her deeper into the hallway, closer to the desk.
  Mrs. Gerber reached into the pocket of her cardigan and produced a long brass key with a leather fob attached, the number three barely legible. Audra reached out her still-shaking hand, but Mrs. Gerber ignored her, instead placed it in Mitchell's palm.
  She told Abrahms to wait there, then guided Audra to the stairs, up to the second floor. Audra waited while Mitchell unlocked the door, opened it, stepped aside to let her in. The room was modest, a queen-sized bed, a bathroom. The sole window overlooked a garden and the rear of another property, an alley in between.
  Mitchell placed the key on a dresser. "Lock the door behind me when I leave. I'll come back this evening, bring you something to eat, some more clothes, some wash things. All right?"
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conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: She kissed Sean's head, took in the smell of him, still pure despite the hot shower he'd had earlier.
  Mitchell had accompanied Audra inside the guesthouse, let her put the kids down for a sleep while they talked out in the corridor. Whiteside had been arrested on the spot; they'd been looking for him since Collins' body had been found at his home that afternoon. Now he was somewhere in the same hospital, having his arm set and his other wounds tended to. Audra had made Mitchell swear not to let him take his own life. Make sure he stood trial for what he'd done. He would be placed on suicide watch, Mitchell had assured her.
  My agents Nat Sobel, Judith Weber, and all at Sobel Weber Associates who have worked so hard for me and given me such tremendous support, along with the ever-excellent Caspian Dennis at Abner Stein.
  A special thanks to my many friends in the crime-fiction community whose friendship and support keep me afloat.