#casey duncan

[bangbangwhoa]

books I’ve read in 2025 📖 no. 016

Cold As Hell by Kelley Armstrong

“On a hike last week, I watched as an eagle took some small critter, and the memory of the attack remained emblazoned on the snow, with the wingbeats and the talon grabs and the violent struggles of whatever had been snatched. That’s what I see here—a tableau of violence cast in snow.”

[someoneasgoodasyou]

Something’s rotten in the town of Rockton. When the council gives Casey an ultimatum — pay us or get out — she leaves her life behind and moves to Dawson City. Something smells fishy, though, so she begins to investigate. Can she expose what the council is doing to Rockton before spring? And will her relationship with Dalton survive their separation?

Epilogue!! Thanks y’all for your patience in letting me link this fic on my Lucifer tumblr. <3 <3 <3

[the-wanlorn]

WIP Week: Favorite WIP

Look imma be honest here. I already posted/worked on most of my faves. The only one left is the one for Kelley Armstrong’s Rockton books. I am obsessed with them. When I discovered the series last year, I read the first two books something like four times over the course of a week. I have a problem.

This is set after book 2, and things have been jossed already, but whatever. Also, it’s in first person. I’m so sorry. Casey gets kicked out of Rockton by the Council. No one is happy, but she stays as north as she can and Dalton comes to visit.

It can't be more than forty-five minutes before I return, but the lights are on and, judging by the shadow passing in front of the light every so often, he's awake and pacing the living room.

I play it cool, though, opening the door and strolling in like I hadn't mysteriously snuck out when I should've been relishing my time with him.

"Sorry," I say. "I needed to run a quick errand and I didn't want to wake you."

I go to slip past him so I can hide the keys I just picked up, but something in his voice as he says, "An errand?" stops me.

When I turn to look at him, really look at him, I realize that maybe not waking him up wasn't as good an idea as it seemed.

"Was it an errand related to the call you were on when I came in?" he asks.

It isn't accusatory, just mildly curious, so I answer with a, "Yeah," without thinking.

He nods slowly. "Okay," he says but doesn't add anything more to it, even though I wait.

"What?" I ask, finally. He can be a quiet guy, sure, but the last time he was reduced to one word sentences was... probably our last fight.

Well, fuck. If he's going to get pissed at me for leaving him for less than an hour while he was sleeping on one of the few days of the month that he was here... I really don't want to spend his visit fighting, but...

He looks at me for a minute, then looks around the room. When he doesn't find whatever he's searching for, he heads for the kitchen. I sigh and follow him.

"Oh, no," I say when I see him taking down a bottle of damn tequila. "You don't get to make every hard conversation easier for you by getting drunk." I take the bottle from him and put it back. "Spill."

He stands with his back to me for a moment, then says, quiet desperation in his voice, "Please tell me you aren't sneaking around with someone behind my back. I'll understand if you want to-"

"What?" I say as I realize what he means by "sneaking around," and I grab his shoulder and turn him to face me. I hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't an accusation of cheating. "You're awful quick to jump to conclusions, there."

He winces, but says, "That's not a denial."

"For fuck's sake, Eric, no. No I am not cheating on you. Where is this even coming from? You got a little somethin'-somethin' on the side up north and-"

"No!" He looks so startled and horrified by the question that I know he's telling the truth -- like I had any doubts about that in the first place -- but that only makes me more pissed.

"I just-" He flounders, not looking at me, and normally I would think it's cute, but somehow my nice evening with my boyfriend has gotten off track because he thinks I'm cheating on him.

"Just what?" I ask. "Have I given you any reason at all to think that I might have found someone else while I was living down here? That I'm even looking?"

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "No, you're right, I'm sorry. I just- You got off the phone fast when I came in, and then you disappeared, and I just-" He huffs out a breath and looks at me. "Jen's been being particularly... Jen-like lately and I guess some of the things she's been saying got under my skin. I'm sorry."

[betterbooksandthings]

'You...,' she says, 'killed a man?' The apprehensive look. I know it well-that moment when they're certain they've misheard. Or that I mean it in a metaphorical way. I broke a man's heart. Which is true. A bullet does break a heart. Irrevocably, it seems.

City of the Lost; Kelley Armstrong

[fanaste]

City of the Lost - Kelley Armstrong.

“I remember dismissing the idea that you could hide a town in this day and age.  I have only to look out the window to imagine how one could lose a town of two hundred in the wilds beyond this lonely highway.”

[bestkahani]

Reviewed: Cold as Hell by Kelley Armstrong (Thriller) - Mr. Book Review

Cold as Hell by Kelley Armstrong is third book in Haven's Rock series where Casey Duncan and Sheriff Eric Dalton are back, trying to keep th

[angietherose]

Perfect timing. Time to visit Casey Duncan and her gruff love, Eric.

[repeatinglitanies]

One book to tv role I’d love Jessie Mei Li to take on is Casey Duncan from Kelley Armstrong’s Rockton series.

For one thing, Casey is multiracial. Caucasian dad and Filipino-Chinese Mom.

And also, Casey is a little (a lot?) darker than Alina. She’s a Canadian detective whose past caught up to her. Leading her to go into hiding in Rockton, a hidden settlement somewhere in the Yukon, wherein she is immediately accepted by its vetting process because apparently, the settlement had need of her skills.

And guess who approves my face claim

Aaaahhhh!!!!

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