Blog Tour, Excerpt & #ATBR2021 Reviews – Wrong Alibi by Christina Dodd

Blog tour day! Make sure to check out an excerpt from the book below!

Thanks to the publisher for the ebook copy in exchange for my honest review

WRONG ALIBI – Christina Dodd (Released December 29th, 2020)

Book Description:

Perfect for fans of Lisa Jewell, New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd delivers an all-new thriller, featuring a bold and brash female protagonist.

Eighteen-year-old Evelyn Jones lands a job in small-town Alaska, working for a man in his isolated mountain home. But her bright hopes for the future are shattered when Donald White disappears, leaving her to face charges of theft, embezzlement—and a brutal double murder. Her protestations of innocence count for nothing. Convicted, she faces life in prison…until fate sends her on the run.

Evie’s escape leaves her scarred and in hiding, isolated from her family, working under an alias at a wilderness camp. Bent on justice, intent on recovering her life, she searches for the killer who slaughters without remorse.

At last, the day comes. Donald White has returned. Evie emerges from hiding; the fugitive becomes the hunter. But in her mind, she hears the whisper of other forces at work. Now Evelyn must untangle the threads of evidence before she’s once again found with blood on her hands: the blood of her own family.

Chandra’s Thoughts: 3.5/5 stars

Hmmmm… I rarely read a book as soon as I get it. I’ve read the synopsis (maybe) and then set it aside while I continually struggle ( to keep up with my TBR. So when I finally get to a read, I rarely reread the synopsis. If I have it, I clearly wanted to read it so…. I go in without knowing what I’m gonna find and I LOVE it. SURPRISE! For SOME reason, after the first few chapters, I decided to flip the script and read the synopsis. I really wish I hadn’t because it basically tells you the entire story and you’re pretty sure you know how it’s going to end. LE SIGH.

Now, it’s true that sometimes it’s about the journey but I wish the synopsis had been a bit more vague. I think it would’ve made my reading experience that more enjoyable. HOWEVER, I really was addicted from the get go and was fully invested in Evie. There’s a lot going on in this read. I appreciate the more plot-driven aspect of this… especially as a first-in-a-series. And we get a bit of a fast forwarded look of Evie’s past up to where the first chapter brings us… ish. I know I’m not making much sense here but I hope you’re picking up what I’m laying down.

Even when things seemed a bit wonky, I didn’t care because I appreciated all the action and was rooting for Evie the entire way. She has been through the ringer and I applaud her coming out the other end. Maybe now that I know Evie, I can relax into the storyline at whatever pace it is for book two… because yes, I’m going to need to see what happens. And I’m especially curious because this doesn’t leave a cliffhanger (thankfully) so there’s curiosity about which direction Dodd will take us with these characters. I liked meeting Zone but if I’m honest, my favorite character is Jeen Lee.

My Thoughts: 3/5 stars

The first in a new series from Christina Dodd! I’ve enjoyed her other books and was excited to see that I would actually be starting in the correct place for a series – you’d be amazed how often I just don’t look ahead and then find myself in the middle of a series. Typically I luck out and end up reading one where they could be standalone books, but thankfully this is book one. WRONG ALIBI is the start of the Murder in Alaska series and I loved the setting. There’s just something about thrillers set in these more rural and unforgiving landscapes that up the suspense for me.

I liked the pacing, the characters were well-developed and I look forward to seeing where the author takes them throughout the series, but there was just something that didn’t completely hook me in. I did finish it pretty quickly, but there was just something about it that dropped it down a little in my rating. I will definitely continue with the series and more of Dodd’s other releases! I would highly recommend avoiding the synopsis if you can, or at least not refreshing yourself before starting because it gives us a little too much information, but I don’t think it will completely ruin the reading experience.

About the Author:

New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd writes “edge-of-the-seat suspense” (Iris Johansen) with “brilliantly etched characters, polished writing, and unexpected flashes of sharp humor that are pure Dodd” (ALA Booklist). Her fifty-eight books have been called “scary, sexy, and smartly written” by Booklist and, much to her mother’s delight, Dodd was once a clue in the Los Angeles Times crossword puzzle. Enter Christina’s worlds and join her mailing list at

Connect with the Author:

Author Website:

TWITTER: @ChristinaDodd


Insta: @ChristinaDoddBooks


Book Excerpt:

Chapter 1 


 Midnight Sun Fishing Camp 

Katchabiggie Lodge

 Eight years ago


Five and a half hours a day when the sun rose above the horizon. 

Storm clouds so thick, daylight never penetrated, and night reigned eternal. 

Thirty below zero Fahrenheit. 

The hurricane-force wind wrapped frigid temperatures around the lodge, driving through the log cabin construction and the steel roof, ignoring the insulation, creeping inch by inch into the Great Room where twenty-year-old Petie huddled on a love seat, dressed in a former guest’s flannel pajamas and bundled in a Pendleton Northern Lights wool blanket. A wind like this pushed snow through the roof vents, and she knew as soon as the storm stopped, she’d be up in the attic shoveling it out.

 Or not. Maybe first the ceiling would fall in on top of her.

 Who would know? Who would care? 

The storm of the century, online news called it, before the internet disappeared in a blast that blew out the cable like a candle. 

For a second long, dark winter, she was the only living being tending the Midnight Sun cabins and the lodge, making sure the dark, relentless Alaska winter didn’t do too much damage and in the spring the camp could open to enthusiastic fishermen, corporate team builders and rugged individualists. 

Alone for eight months of the year. No Christmas. No New Year’s. No Valentine’s Day. No any day, nothing interesting, just dark dark dark isolation and fear that she would die out here.

 With the internet gone, she waited for the next inevitable event. 

The lights went out.

 On each of the four walls, a small, battery-charged nightlight came on to battle feebly against the darkness. Outside, the storm roared. Inside, cold swallowed the heat with greedy appetite.

 Petie sat and stared into a dark so black it hurt her eyes. And remembered…

 There, against the far back wall of the basement, in the darkest corner, white plastic covered…something. Slowly, Petie approached, driven by a terrible fear. She stopped about three feet away, leaned forward and reached out, far out, to grasp the corner of the plastic, pull it back, and see— 

With a gasp, Petie leaped to her feet. 

No. Just no. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—replay those memories again. 

She tossed the blanket onto the floor and groped for the flashlights on the table beside her: the big metal one with a hefty weight and the smaller plastic headlamp she could strap to her forehead. She clicked on the big one and shone it around the lodge, reassuring herself no one and nothing was here. No ghosts, no zombies, no cruel people making ruthless judgments about the gullible young woman she had been. 

Armed with both lights, she moved purposefully out of the Great Room, through the massive kitchen and toward the utility room. 

The door between the kitchen and the utility room was insulated, the first barrier between the lodge and the bitter, rattling winds. She opened that door, took a breath of the even chillier air, stepped into the utility room and shut herself in. There she donned socks, boots, ski pants, an insulated shirt, a cold-weather blanket cut with arm holes, a knit hat and an ancient, full-length, seal-skin, Aleut-made coat with a hood. She checked the outside temperature. 

Colder now—forty below and with the wind howling, the wind chill would be sixty below, seventy below…who knew? Who cared? Exposed skin froze in extreme cold and add the wind chill… She wrapped a scarf around her face and the back of her neck. Then unwrapped it to secure the headlamp low on her forehead. Then wrapped herself up again, trying to cover as much skin as she could before she faced the punishing weather. 

She pointed her big flashlight at the generator checklist posted on the wall and read:

 Hawley’s reasons why the generator will fail to start. The generator is new and well-tested, so the problem is: 


 Solution: Tighten. 


Solution: Use metal terminal battery brush to clean connections and reattach.


 Solution: Change battery in the autumn to avoid ever having to change it in the middle of a major fucking winter storm.

If she wasn’t standing there alone in the dark in the bitter cold, she would have grinned. The owner of the fishing camp, Hawley Foggo, taught his employees Hawley’s Rules. He had them for every occurrence of the fishing camp, and that last sounded exactly like him. 

The generator used a car battery, and as instructed, in the autumn she had changed it. This was her second year dealing with the battery, and she felt secure about her work. 

So probably this failure was a loose connection or corrosion. Either way, she could fix it and save the lodge from turning into a solid ice cube that wouldn’t thaw until spring. 

That was, after all, her job. 

She shivered. 

So much better than her last job, the one that led to her conviction for a gruesome double murder.

 “Okay, Petie, let’s grab that metal battery cleaner thingy and get the job done.” Which sounded pretty easy, when she talked to herself about it, but when she pulled on the insulated ski gloves, they limited her dexterity. 

Out of the corner of her eye, a light blinked out. 

She looked back into the lodge’s Great Room. The nightlights were failing, and soon she really would be alone in the absolute darkness, facing the memories of that long-ago day in the basement. 

Good incentive to hurry. 

She grabbed the wire battery connection cleaner thingy and moved to the outer door. 

There she paused and pictured the outdoor layout.

 A loosely built lean-to protected the generator from the worst of the weather while allowing the exhaust to escape. That meant she wasn’t stepping out into the full force of the storm; she would be as protected as the generator itself. Which was apparently not well enough since the damned thing wasn’t working.

 She gathered her fortitude and eased the outer door open. 

The wind caught it, yanked it wide and dragged her outside and down the steps. She hung on to the door handle, flailed around on the frozen ground, and when she regained her footing, she used all her strength to shove the door closed again. 

Then she was alone, outside, in a killer storm, in the massive, bleak wilderness that was Alaska.

Excerpted from Wrong Alibi by Christina Dodd Copyright © Christina Dodd. Published by HQN Books.

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