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· Wiggle Room (paperback and eBook)

· Fresh Frozen (hardcover and eBook )

· House Call (paperback and eBook )

· House Call (hardcover and eBook)

· Points of Origin (hardcover, eBook, & audio book)

· Thriller author Darden North reviews Seal of the King by Ralph Smith

· Author Darden North's review of Blood Line by James Rollins

· National Library Week 2014

· Darden North reviews Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch

· Digging holes helps me write murder mysteries and award winner books

· Nice book review of Fresh Frozen and Points of Origin

· I'm breaking my rule, sort of

· Darden North contributes to Independent Book Publishers Asso Roundtable

· Darden North signs at the Sisters-in-Crime booth at the '09 SIBA show

· Five Stars for POINTS OF ORIGIN

· Darden North guests on

· Free copy of audiobook - Points of Origin

· New author website live on-line for Darden North

· Audio Book Points of Origin reviewed and featured in Audiobook Monthly

· Med Page Today finds interest in a doctor with a little imagination

· Points of Origin by Darden North released as audiobook on

· New review of Wiggle Room in Futures Mystery Anthology Magazine

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Books by Darden North
a novel by Darden North, MD Coming October 2008
312 pages, hardcover
6 X 9 inches, color foil jacket
ISBN-10 0977112632 ISBN-13 9780977112630
In this third medical thriller by award-winning author and practicing physician Darden North, human reproductive tissue becomes a fatal commodity. In Fresh Frozen, a young policeman and his tormented wife fail miserably to produce a family, finding themselves outcasts of the renewed baby boom sweeping the United States. However, there is one last hope for them: a catalogue of human embryo and egg donors peddled by a woman whose standards are easily dismissed for the right price. Pursuing their futile attempts to become parents have nearly cost the wife her life and pushed the couple to the brink of bankruptcy. This seemingly last chance for Wesley and Carrie Sarbeck to satisfy their place as parents in Middle America unknowingly tosses them in the midst of a grisly murder, the world of Hollywood celebrities, and a heist of freshly frozen human embryos.











     As Rizzo proceeded through the final security maneuvers to get them into the embryo lab, Mia hoped that at least her workdays would no longer be bathed in boredom. As she entered this sacred place, she was soon to discover what patients were receiving at the

hands of Drs. Van Deman and Chamblee. She would soon be privy to what really went on behind closed doors. Mia had no intention of violating specific patient confidentiality – she was professional in that regard – but was warming up to the possibility of becoming more involved in what the Center was doing to help the

unfortunate, infertile people, all the while making a little extra money on the side at Rizzo’s expense.

     Unlike the other members of the clerical staff, Mia would no longer be left to endless hours of pecking on a computer keyboard. Oblivious, her peers would remain on the cold, banal outside. They would tragically be stranded to converse among themselves, exposing the commonplace drama of ordinary lives – boyfriends,

children, ex-husbands, ex-boyfriends, girlfriends of ex-husbands, girlfriends of ex-boyfriends, poor finances. They would also dwell on the mundane such as where to purchase the most attractive scrub suits or what was new at Target – all a circle of stagnation broken only by the infusion of an occasional new hire or two and

the attached fresh gossip.

     Mia felt true remorse for her clerical sisters, but was certainly not sorry enough to trade places with them. In making patient appointments or posting patient treatment charges, they would remain miserably frozen at their computer screens, unaware of the sophisticated technologies playing out behind the closed doors of the Center, one of which was beginning to open under the

direction of this nitrous oxide delivery man.

     Evans breathed even easier. Having a grasp of the inner sanctum would add meaning to her work, even though her regular salary would remain a pittance. Once more, she would still be able to keep this job since no one was watching her enter forbidden ground.

     But to the contrary, someone was watching Mia Evans creep along the corridor to the embryo culture lab and was delighting in every minute of it. During a furtive glance or two as she worked through her diminishing guilt and fear, Mia had stared directly into the looming eyes of Tinker Murtagh via the lens

of the security cameras tucked into the ceiling air conditioning vents. Believing correctly that the exposed security cameras were in place as safety measures at the entrances and exits to the building as well as to protect the parking areas, Mia and the other employees remained unaware of the intricate in-house spy

network that Dr. Van Deman had installed. Furthermore, the Center’s administrator and Dr. Knox Chamblee, in addition to the security guards, remained ignorant of the widespread placement of additional live cameras.

     As Tinker Murtagh electronically scanned the sectors in range, he was curious about the young woman, the first person to enter the building each morning. He was not at all interested in the security guard still spotted outside the building, who at that moment was violating the property’s no-smoking rule. The snooping eyes of Tinker Murtagh had already judged her fairly attractive and physically fit. Probably works out, he thought again. I wonder if she puts out. Tinker’s appreciation of the opposite sex transcended racial barriers.

     Since the digital video feed was black-and-white, Tinker could only reason that the girl’s complexion was a rich caramel color, definitely not ebony. Her coarse-looking hair had been well relaxed so that it fell down to her shoulders, making Tinker long to touch it. He liked thick hair and wondered how much time or money it took to get the girl’s hair to behave that way.

     Her anxiety was obvious. Studying her under magnification,

Tinker judged the girl to be in her very early twenties and much

more appealing than was his first impression. Definitely cute, he

decided, and not too shy, definitely not shy, but probably hot –

yes, hot, but not shy, no, not at all shy. The caramel-colored, cute,

hot, uninhibited female was for some unclear reason following the

delivery guy, whom Murtagh had noticed in the building the week

before when he reviewed the recorded video of that morning.

Tinker felt growing excitement that he was experiencing this

particular morning’s action live.

     “What’re this guy and girl doin’ together, all alone in this

medical building, just the two of 'em?" Tinker asked aloud. Is

the chick looking for a little tryst with this guy she’s trailing? A

little video porn action comin’ up, maybe? Probably on the soft

side? he wondered in anticipation of a break in the monotony

of Internet video surveillance, a morning wakeup spectacle for

Tinker Murtagh. The two in the corridor were moving toward the

central infertility lab, an area visited only by the same two doctors

and a couple of regular laboratory technicians who generally did

not appear there until somewhat later in the mornings. On some

days Tinker had spotted others in the perimeter of the area and

assumed them to be patients.

     Tinker’s pulse quickened in anticipation as he leaned into his

computer screen. A clear deviation from the morning routine was

unfolding before him, something over-the-top, perhaps. Never

before had he spotted this particular girl in this usually quiet

part of the building, nor had he noticed her as nervous. Not even

a heterosexual male could deny the good looks of the physically

buff guy that the nervous-looking girl was following, as Murtagh

continued to look on with envy concerning what he was sure the

couple was going to do. He might even want to magnify the action

up close on the screen.

     “Frank Andrew Rizzo” emanated from the tiny speaker that

was no more than several dark slits marring the smooth finish

of the wall. Seeming to engulf the entire corridor, the sound was

heard only by Rizzo and a startled Mia as she jumped back several

inches from the wall. She shuddered again as the latch to the thick

metal barrier popped loose on cue.

      While Tinker remained glued to his computer monitor and

switched screens in anticipation of the next step, Rizzo moved

purposefully into the room as Mia fought her last-minute

reluctance to follow. “Stop here and put these on,” he said,

reaching into a plastic bin that served as storage for disposable

shoe covers, a collection of commonly-used surgical supplies

that resembled a pile of light-blue-colored wads of corrugated

paper. Rizzo tossed her a pair which, unraveled, revealed an extra

shoe cover.

     Puzzled, she separated the elastic-lined material and raised the

third cover with her right hand as she held the remaining, pair in

her left. “They’re to keep the floor clean since the people 'round

here don’t let the regular housekeeping crew in to clean up after

their sloppy asses,” he chuckled, understanding her question from

the confused look. “These people are real worried about security

and crap like that. But, screw that – here you are – here we are.

So much for all that expensive security.”

      Tinker continued to watch in earnest as Mia gently returned the

third shoe cover to the bin as though it would break and clumsily

stretched the remaining material over her low-rise pumps.

     “Hey, are you OK?” Rizzo asked as Mia realized her suddenly

colorless fingers were trembling. She imagined Dr. Van Deman

or Chamblee or any of the nurses putting on their own shoe

covers with much greater dexterity, a procedure they no doubt

performed many times a day. Dr. Van Deman, Dr. Chamblee, Mia

thought again as a wave of guilt overcame her.



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