Zoey Kane is known around Riverside for making risky purchases. When her daughter Claire learns a most recent investment is eighty acres on the haunted side of town, she is simply flabbergasted. Amazement takes over the whole community, however, when an old mansion is discovered deep within trees. After the estate is turned into a popular hotel, no one could have expected just how risky this purchase would be.
Riddles of Hillgate is currently FREE!
Download a copy
About the Authors
Claire has a Masters in Journalism, was Editor for Eye Witness Magazine and can't make Irish Rum Cookies to save her life.
Zoey
has dabbled in modeling, is a licensed real-estate agent, seeks for
treasures (great and small), and is often underestimated.
Together,
Zoey and Claire are a mother-daughter mystery solving duo. During their
downtime, they dream of island men whisking them away.
(Zoey
and *Claire are also fictional, and their authors are a real life
mother and daughter who use their names as pseudonyms. Don't tell them
that, though.)
*Award-winning author, Molly Snow, writes under Claire Kane. To see her paranormal romantic comedies, visit mollysnowfiction.
Tour Giveaway
$25 Amazon Gift Card or Paypal Cash
Ends 11/11/13
Open only to those who can legally enter, receive and use an Amazon.com Gift Code or Paypal Cash. Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter or have your parent enter for you. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. This giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any other entity unless otherwise specified. The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Kathy from I Am A Reader, Not A Writer and sponsored by the author. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Read the excerpt below.
Excerpt 4:
Claire
did spot something out of the ordinary. A closet door was slightly open and
something was hanging from inside. “Look, Mother, over here.” Claire went over
to the closet, opening the door wide.
They
both shined their flashlights inside. Part of a ladder hung down, slightly
swaying, made of rope.
“Should
we climb it?” Zo whispered.
“Follow
me up, Mom.”
“How
about you pop your head up there first and tell me what you see?”
Claire
huffed.
Zo
added, “You know I’m not good with ropes or trapezes or anything of that
nature.”
“All
right.”
“Be
careful, dearest.” Zo hesitated. Maybe
it’s not such a good idea to let your only daughter go into a creepy attic
alone at night, her conscience warned. “What do you see?”
Claire
climbed enough just to see inside. The temperature instantly dropped a few
degrees, just by that small distance. The rain beat hard on the roof, sounding
as if she were in a drum. She shined her light in the space. She followed the
glow of the flashlight’s ray along the walls. The attic was bigger than she
expected. There was no sign of anyone in there, so she decided to pull herself
all the way up and inside.
“Are
you all right?” Zo called, afraid.
“Just
come up here. You’ll be surprised,” Claire said.
“Is
that a good thing?” Zo asked rhetorically. She decided to try her legs on the
rope ladder and did much better than she thought. “Good news, Claire: I didn’t
get tangled in it.”
She
pulled herself up and into the cold attic. “Boy, the thunderclaps sound twenty
thousand times louder up here, huh?”
“Yes,
Mom,” Claire said, busily running her fingers along a wall, her eyes intently
searching.
“What
is it?”
“Flash
your light over here.”
They
scrutinized the display on the wall. “Newspapers?” Zo said. “For insulation
perhaps?”
“No,
Mother. Look closer, read it.”
She
glanced at some papers and her eyes stopped and zeroed in. “They are all the
same article. The front page news.”
“Yes,
of the same old newspaper you had in that trunk…”
“About
the fire…,” Zo finished. “Do you suppose it means something?”
“Of
course, Mother. No normal human being would have such an excess of the same
issue of the paper, unless they worked for the paper, and decided to recycle
the overruns.”
“Ah…
I see…”
“This
person was obsessed with the fire of 1927.”
“A
pyro,” Zo noted.
Smiles & Good Fortune,
Teresa
************************************
It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one’s dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent. W. Somerset Maugham (1874-1965) Of Human Bondage, 1915
Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds like a great book. evamillien at gmail dot com
ReplyDelete