FROM THE HEART WITH GINI RIFKIN: August 2026

Monday, August 17, 2026

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Fatal Recall

Best Romantic Thriller of the Year

from Colorado Authors' League

   Hudson Kincaid prefers the wide-open spaces. But tracking down a serial killer means hanging out in Denver as he investigates neuroscientist Dr. Marilyn Monrose. So far, he can’t figure out if she’s city kitty in high heels, or a country kitten in cowgirl boots? Marilyn’s experiments using ramped up virtual reality, captures the final moments of each murder victim’s life, a chilling discovery she’s trying to keep secret. The last thing she needs is a determined private detective barging into her lab—no matter how sexy he looks in his Stetson hat.
When word of her research is leaked to the press, Marilyn becomes the killer’s next target.
Now the woman Hudson races to save, is the one who has stolen his heart.

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excerpt:

Without hesitation, the man strode across the threshold. The door at his back closed with an impressive thud, and the lock reset with a loud click.

Marilyn sized him up. She figured he must be close to six-foot-three. Being on the taller side herself, she appreciated and was attracted to men of a decent height. Conversely, looking up at a person was unusual for her, adding to her growing dislike for this man and his invasion of her privacy.

Standing at ease, he scrutinized the room. Despite his casual manner, she had no doubt behind those engaging eyes his mind registered every detail about her and the laboratory. Now his gaze drifted lazily over the entire length of her body, stopping one degree short of being rude.

She tried not to fidget. Why didn’t he speak? He’d said he’d come to ask her questions. “Well?” she prompted, breaking the strained silence. He stared back and forth between her and the name scrawled on his note pad, and his reason for contemplation sank in.

Her name, Marilyn Monrose, spelled so closely to her idol’s, often inspired presuppositions as to her appearance, imaginings she couldn’t live up to. “Sorry, no blonde hair or luscious curves. I do have a PhD in biochemistry with a minor in quantum technology and neuropsychology. Oh, and I definitely agree diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”

The man cleared his throat, stifled a grin, and had the decency to restrict his concentration to her face. “I’m investigating a recent spate of murders, Miss Monrose.”

"Dr. Monrose.”

“Yes, of course. Sorry. Dr. Monrose, I’m sure you’ve read about them in the newspaper.” Getting down to business, the spark of amusement in his eyes turned dead serious.

This had been a mistake. She shouldn’t have let him in.

“Who hired you? Who are you working for?”

“Why is that important? I handle classified information.”

“You mean for the government?”

“Not exactly, it’s classified because of the threat of corporate espionage.”

“You’re not doing a particularly good job of keeping things quiet. According to the paperwork I’ve seen, your name is listed on the logbooks at the Bancroft labs for each of the victim autopsies. A point of interest, wouldn’t you say?”