Friday, October 9, 2020




How can she protect herself from an enemy she can’t see?

Law school graduate Whitney Garrison is a survivor. She admirably deals with an abusive boyfriend, her mother’s death, mounting student debt, dwindling job opportunities, and a rare neurological condition that prevents her from recognizing human faces.

But witnessing a murder might be the crisis she can’t overcome.

The killer has every advantage. Though Whitney saw him, she has no idea what he looks like. He knows where she lives and works. He anticipates her every move. Worst of all, he’s hiding in plain sight and believes she has information he needs. Information worth killing for. Again.

As the hunter drives his prey into a net of terror and international intrigue, Whitney’s only ally, Detective Leo Baroni, is taken off the case. Stripped of all semblance of safety, Whitney must suspect everyone and trust no one—and hope to come out alive.

Book Details:

Title: Everywhere to Hide

Author: Siri Mitchell

Genre: suspense

Publisher: Thomas Nelson (October 6, 2020)

Print length: 341 pages

On tour with: Partners in Crime Virtual Book Tours



Things you need in order to write: coffee.
Things that hamper your writing: having other people in my house. (Family, I love you, just not when I’m writing!)

Things you love about writing: the first draft.
Things you hate about writing: everything else.

Easiest thing about being a writer: listening to my characters talking in my head.

Hardest thing about being a writer: ‘Hey! You! Yes – you, a person I’ve never met before. Want to buy my book?’

Things you love about where you live: the history.
Things that make you want to move: it’s not the West Coast.

Favorite foods: leftovers – they mean I don’t have to cook.
Things that make you want to throw up: tripe in any form.

Something you’re really good at: untangling necklaces, the more knots the better.

Something you’re really bad at: keeping up with technology.

Something you like to do: swing on porch swings.
Something you wish you’d never done: ride the latest-greatest roller coaster at an area amusement park.

Last best thing you ate: a scoop of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food.

Last thing you regret eating: that second scoop of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food.

Things to say to an author: “I was going to write a really bad review of your book because I didn’t get this one thing, but I decided to take advantage of {twitter, Facebook, email} and just ask you instead. Why did you ____________?”
Things to say to an author if you want to be fictionally killed off in their next book: “I loved your book! I downloaded it for free on!”

Favorite places you’ve been: Paris.
Places you never want to go to again: any of the places I researched for my historical novels. The idea that there were ever ‘Good Old Days’ at any point in history is a myth.

Favorite things to do: hunt for treasures in thrift shops; look for new patterns on

Things you’d run through a fire wearing gasoline pants to get out of doing: dusting. It’s such a thankless task. It all comes back again.

Things that make you happy: purple, working out (no, I’m no kidding).

Things that drive you crazy: migraines.

Biggest lie you’ve ever told: I’m a writer. (Before, in fact, I was one.)

A lie you wish you’d told: ‘The voice you hear on your phone? Why yes, indeed. I am that Siri!’

Most daring thing you’ve ever done: hop on the metro in Tokyo all by myself with the intention of getting lost.

Something you chickened out from doing: walking up to a stranger to say, “Hi.” (Classic introvert non-move.)


The door was difficult to open. The tropical storm had transformed the alley into a wind tunnel, funneling the muggy air from one side of the block to the other. I raised a hand to pull my hair off my face and turned into the wind to keep it there, quickly turning my ponytail into a bun. As I stepped away from the door, I was surprised to see someone sprawled on the pavement in front of me.

He was lying face up. A red puddle had formed a halo around his head.

He wasn’t— was he— he wasn’t— was he dead?

As I stood there trying to process what I was seeing, the wind sent a recycling crate skidding across the cracked pavement.

I jumped.

I glanced up the alley, then down. Nothing was there. Nothing but the wind. And a dead man staring up at the cloud- streaked sky.

Behind me, I heard something scrabble across the low, flat roof.

I pivoted and glanced up. Saw a form silhouetted against the sky. Shock gave way to panic as I realized he had a gun in his hand. As I realized that he had also seen me.

I should have lunged toward the door.

But a familiar numbness was spreading over me. The prickle on my scalp, the sudden dryness in my mouth. I was living my nightmares all over again.

As I had done too often in the past, I reverted to form. I froze.

Please. Please. Please.

My thoughts latched onto that one word and refused to let it go.

If I could just punch my code into the keypad, I could slip back inside and pull the door shut behind me.

But I couldn’t do anything at all.

My fingers wouldn’t work.

Please. Please. Please.

I willed them to function, but they had long ago learned that in a dangerous situation, the best thing to do was nothing. Any movement, any action on my part had always made things worse.

And so I just stood there as my thoughts stuttered.



Excerpt from Everywhere to Hide by Siri Mitchell.  Copyright 2020 by Siri Mitchell. Reproduced with permission from Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.



Siri Mitchell is the author of sixteen novels. She has also written two novels under the pseudonym of Iris Anthony. She graduated from the University of Washington with a business degree and has worked in various levels of government. As a military spouse, she lived all over the world, including Paris and Tokyo.

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