Friday, May 4, 2018

Circumvent by S.K. Derban Blog Tour


CIRCUMVENT by S.K. Derban, Mystery/Clean Read, 238 pp., $16.99 (Paperback) $3.99 (Kindle)



Title: CIRCUMVENT

Author: S.K. Derban

Publisher: TouchPoint Press

Pages: 238

Genre: Mystery/Clean Read

Imagine living in a quaint, beach front cottage on the Hawaiian
island of Maui. You have an amazing job, combined with the pleasure of
working from home. Lunch breaks become a daily picnic on the sand.
Dessert is always included because of your marriage to a famous pastry
chef. Life could not be any better. Or so it seems… When French born,
Nikki Sabine Moueix travels to Hawaii for a special work assignment, her
job of writing an article about a famous Swiss pastry chef generates
more than a magazine piece. They fall in love, get married, and Nikki
becomes Mrs. Ruggiero Delémont.




When another assignment calls for Nikki to spend three weeks in
France, Ruggiero’s schedule prevents him from joining her. She travels
alone, advancing straight into danger. After a threatening
confrontation, Nikki wakes up in a French hospital with no knowledge of
her past. When she fails to check in, Ruggiero panics and pushes for an
immediate investigation. But as he closes in, Nikki’s new found friend
moves her to another city. It becomes a game of hide and seek with Nikki
as the prize.




CIRCUMVENT allows readers to form a bond with Nikki as they yearn for
her to remember. They will cheer for Ruggiero and his relentless
determination to locate his beloved wife. This is a story about two
people who never lose their faith in God, and find amazing friends to
help them along the way.

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Prologue
Last Monday in October
Lyon, France
Nikki

Outside of the Metro Cordeliers subway station, Nikki
descended the cement ramp with plans of hailing a taxi. She towed a duet of
stacked, attached suitcases with her right hand, and carried a leather tote on
her opposite shoulder. Nikki used her free hand to brush the curls away from
her eyes and caught the attention of one particular driver.

The driver leaned against his idling vehicle with one foot
casually crossed over his standing leg. Nikki watched him watch her as he
adjusted his gray flannel driving beret. When she reached the sidewalk, he
spoke.

“Bonsoir, mademoiselle,” he said in French. “I am Philippe
Golmard, absolutely the best taxi driver in all of Lyon.”
He side stepped to open the rear car door.

“This is your lucky night, beautiful mademoiselle. I am
available and at your complete service.”

Nikki’s delicate shoulders quivered as she chuckled softly.
Frenchmen, she thought. They will never change. “Merci beaucoup,” she spoke the
language flawlessly. “Your offer is hard to resist.” With slim fingers, she
adjusted the strap of her black tote and continued her explanation, “But my
hotel is so very close, and after sitting for such a long time, I need to
stretch my legs.”

“But, mademoiselle, even by such high French standards your
beauty leaves me breathless. It is not good for you to walk alone.”

“You are very kind, but I am not going far.”

“If you are staying at the Grand Boscolo, I can have you
there in two minutes. Then, you can stretch your legs without carrying the
weight of your bags.”

With a polite, but dismissive motion of her hand, Nikki
smiled at his perseverance. Fortunately, she was extremely familiar with the
many one-way streets and pedestrian-only areas. With or without luggage,
walking would be the fastest way to go. She renounced his offer with a turn of
her head. “Merci, but perhaps another time,” she murmured while continuing by.

As Nikki rounded the corner of the first street, a gentle
breeze blew several strands of her long, free-flowing hair. The curly wisps
tickled her nose until a row of trees diverted the current’s path. She followed
the natural windbreak as the street curved away from the direction of her
hotel. Nikki had a passion for shopping but was purposefully avoiding the busy
pedestrian area. Instead, she opted to walk around, knowing an attempt to
navigate through the crowds while carting her luggage would only cause a delay.
Besides, she thought. I will need two free hands to do any real shopping
damage.  Nikki’s facial expression loudly
announced her mischievous expectation of spending her first full day hitting
the French stores. Work would come soon enough.

Finally, she made the necessary left turn and began
negotiating the downward slope of a quiet side street. Nikki never expected her
route to be completely void of people, and yet, surprisingly her neck hairs
bristled when she heard footsteps from behind. While keeping her pace constant,
she quickly glanced over her right shoulder and spotted a man who looked
vaguely familiar. I know him from somewhere, Nikki thought. Still not certain,
and feeling a strange vulnerability, she increased her stride and continued
pressing ahead. From the sound of his footsteps, Nikki could tell the man had
also sped and was gaining on her. Fear galvanized her when she suddenly heard
him break into a run.
Nikki gathered her inner strength, then stopped, and turned
to confront the man. She focused on his features and finally remembered. “It’s
you! You’re from Maui,” she accused. “You drove my
airport shuttle. What are you doing here in France,
and why are you following me?”

“I, uh.” The man’s clouded eyes darted nervously in their
sockets. “We gave you the wrong bag,” he responded anxiously.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Nikki looked down at
her bags and instantly recognized her custom brass identification tags. With a
creased forehead, her dark eyebrows dipped inwardly. “What is really going on
here?” she demanded.

The man stepped closer. “Look, lady, I—”

Nikki instinctively moved backward. “Get away from me!” she
shouted. “Dear, God!” Nikki screamed for help as his thick palm closed around
the lower carrying handle of her rolling, ground suitcase.

“Just give me the bag,” the man growled between clenched
teeth.

Making the instant decision to give up the suitcase and
relinquish a few clothes, Nikki immediately released her grip on the rolling
handle. But, as she attempted to run away, Nikki’s arm jerked painfully
backward.

The man continued to tug at the suitcase, forcing her feet
to slide toward him along the cement walkway. “Let go!” he insisted.

“I can’t!” she screamed. “My bracelet is caught!”

With one powerful yank, the man tore the bag from Nikki’s
outstretched arm causing her to lose balance. Blinding pain shot through her
system as Nikki’s head smacked against the concrete sidewalk. She moaned softly
while straining to see through the rapidly collecting haze. Nikki’s eyelids
continued to flutter as the gray turned to black, and she slipped from
consciousness.















Born in the United States, S.K. Derban moved to London within the
first three months, and remained in England until the age of five. Her
mother was involved with the London Royal Ballet Company, and a great
fan of the arts. Even after returning to the United States, S.K.
Derban’s life was filled with a love of the theatre and a passion for
British murder mysteries.




Her personal travel and missionary adventures also help to transport
readers virtually across the globe. S.K. Derban has smuggled Bibles into
China, and has been to Israel on seven missionary trips. When writing,
she relies on all aspects of her life, from a strong faith in the Lord,
to her unique combination of professional experience. The many personal
adventures of S.K. Derban are readily apparent as they shine through
into her characters. Circumvent is the third mystery novel for writer
S.K. Derban.


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Interview with S.K. Derban:

How did you come up with name of this book?

While considering numerous potential titles I was drawn to word “Circumvent.” It harmonizes with the storyline in two ways. One definition of Circumvent is to surround an enemy. This holds true for Maurizio Mènudier’s character. Another definition is to bypass. The main character of Nikki Delémont is used as a pawn to circumvent customs.

Do you read yourself and if so what is your favorite genre?

Reading is such a passion of mine. I am currently struggling with finding time to read, and am forcing myself to catch a paragraph here and there. I grew up reading Nancy Drew and continue to adore mysteries.

Do you prefer to write in silence or with noise? Why?

Silence, most definitely. When I write dialogue I pace and act out the scenes. I find additional noise to be distracting.

What do you feel you can accomplish with this book?

My main goal in writing this book was a simple one. I wanted to make readers smile. While reading, I hope they are caught up in the story, leaving any and all concerns behind. My gift is a vacation without having to pack!

What is your next project?

A cozy mystery series. I cannot wait! My next novel will be the first book of my new Macaroni on Wheels cozy mystery series. This series is a fun and fresh story about a young caterer, her many escapades, and her colorful Italian family.


 


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