Friday, September 18, 2015

Book 1 of The Dreamland Series: Lethal Legacy in Dreamland

What’s the ghost of Al Capone doing in Dreamland, Arkansas?
Trixie’s willing to live and let live, but he doesn’t seem to be so tolerant!

Trixie Blake barely remembers her small hometown or the grandfather who left her  the Quimby Building on the antiquated town square. Newly-widowed and at loose ends, she treks to Dreamland to look for a fresh start. It takes less than twenty-four hours to discover she’s in the path of a shadowy development company’s plans to take over all of Dreamland’s historic downtown. That is, if they can persuade the three hold-outs to sell and move on. When Trixie decides to become hold-out number four, her already precarious situation deteriorates rapidly.

She finds an odd assortment of allies: the Drummond sisters, two feisty senior citizens  who run the Sunshine Style Shoppe on the first floor of Trixie’s building;  Rudy James, a former high school classmate (now the proprietor of the Twilight Bar and Grill); Glen Ellard, the long-time mayor who owns the town’s only hardware store; Hetty Green, a retired teacher who keeps her fingers on the pulse of the town; Danny Jefferson, who doesn’t let his Down Syndrome define him; Mitch Langley, whose connection  to the development company is too close for comfort; and Candace King, self-appointed head of the Dreamland Historic Association, who knows the town’s dark secrets.

On top of everything else, Trixie’s great-grandfather’s buddy Al Capone seems to be still in residence on the Quimby Building’s second floor. Does he also get out and about to vandalize Trixie’s hotel room, slash her tires, and make threatening phone calls? And why does Police Chief Doug Everton want Trixie out of town sooner than later?

Has Al met his match in Trixie Blake, or is he just a bystander in a seedier plot?

Find Lethal Legacy in Dreamland at Amazon.

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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

When their younger twin siblings were murdered by their
cold-blooded father, Shane and Keri’s own twin connection deepened. Their
father shamed Shane and Keri into silence, and then went on to bring four more
children into a house shuddering under the weight of his unpredictable temper.
years later, what should have been a regular visitation turns into a horrific
nightmare. Trapped in the Superstition Mountains with an addicted and dangerous
father, Keri’s faith and determination wavers, but she knows she must save her
brothers and sisters and return all of them to the home they love.

She now
faces one insurmountable obstacle. He can’t afford to let her go.

Excerpt 1 ~ Shane

The window in my bedroom that I share with my two younger brothers overlooks Main Street. I angle my head, so I can attempt to see where my twin is.
“See Keri?” Axe, my best bud, asks.
“Nope. But I do see a bunch of cars leaving.” I face him and grin. “That means she’s on her way back.”
“Great. We can leave now.”
“Looks that way.”
He and I race down the stairs. The normal noise of a large family during winter holiday break greets me, along with what can only be described as evil snickering. We come around the corner, shoving and pushing to see which one of us gets to the bottom first, with me gaining an inch on my bud.
“Yes!” I pump a fist and hop down the last three steps, the satisfaction of proving once and for all that I’m the best pass receiver on our team.
“I am so going to beat you one of these days,” he says.
We knuckle bump and clown around.
“Ready when you are, honey,” a strange female voice says.
“Huh?” I turn around.
A woman who looks like a million miles of bad road stands beside the open front door. Before I can ask who she is and what she’s doing in our house, a series of loud bangs precedes the sound of a cat yowling. That noise sends fear shivers through every inch of my body, and I don’t scare all that easily.
“What the heck?” Axe pushes me aside. “What’s going on, Shane?”
“Don’t know.” I point at the woman. “Who are you?”
“Jake’s honey-poo,” she purrs.
That response is wrong on so many levels, beginning with Jake is my dad’s name. The last time I checked he was still married to my mom.
“Who are you two handsome hunks?”
Gross. Sick. Yuck! She sounds just like Scooter when he catches a mouse.
Just as I’m about to tell this loser from the wrong side of the tracks to get lost, Scooter races out of the kitchen. A mix of who knows what, he has gorgeous gray and white striped fur and I can only describe him as fat and slow.
Slow comes nowhere close to describing that streak racing for safety. Scooter howls out his fear. His fur stands on end and his tail is so fluffy that it looks ten times its normal size.

Author Bio:
Born and raised in
Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling
the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in
Northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty
years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and
coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.

She’s a multi-genre author who
comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Some of her short stories have
appeared in anthologies, others in magazines. Three of her books (Softly Say
Goodbye, Who Am I?, and Mama’s Advice) are Amazon best sellers. Her other books
are: Take Chances, Where U @, The Wrong One, Pony Dreams, Evil Eyes, Inits,
Canoples Investigations Tackles Space Pirates, The Call Chronicles 1: The
Griswold Gang, The Curse of Grungy Gulley, Paradox Lost: Their Path, and
Starlight. Additionally, she has shorts available on Amazon: Grace, Secret From
the Flames, Family Curse … Times Two, Right Wrong Nothing In Between, and The
Ghost Catcher. 

Excerpt 2 ~ Keri

Carly and I sneak up
the walkway to the backdoor of the house where I live with my parents and five
siblings. We’ve done nothing wrong. There is no reason for us to be sneaking
into my house, except one… him.
“Are you sure about
this?” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I cast a
guilty glance at the driveway.
Shane’s truck isn’t
here. He must still be hanging with his best bud, Axe. Heat rushes up my face
whenever I think about that hunk. Axe not Shane. Big Bro is anything but a
hunk. Well, he is kind of cute, and a lot of girls like him, but a hunk? Give
me a break. None of the girls hot for him know that he stinks up a bathroom or
dumps his clothes all over the place for me to pick up.
I’ll forgive Carly for thinking like that. She’s good for Shane, if
he’d just get over the “everybody will hate us for dating” thing. Big deal if
she’s African American and we’re white. Nobody cares about that anymore.
“Your dad will pop a
cork if he catches me in the house,” Carly says. “You know he hates… you know.”
We never talk about
that. So what if my dad is the biggest bigot in the world? The rest of my
family is totally cool with me having Carly around. They like her. She’s funny,
and an awesome bestie.
We both stop in
front of the back door. I reach out a hand, but don’t turn the knob when I hear
“Oh, shit.” I glance
at Carly.
“What now?” she
Memories flood
through me of a night I try so very hard to forget. Once upon a time, there was
another set of twins in our house. Then they were gone. The reason they’re not
with us anymore is too hard to think about. I don’t even talk about that night,
but that’s because Shane and I made a sacred vow. We will always keep that
secret. Telling now will cause so many problems for us.
I have to tell someone, but that means I’ll go to jail. Won’t I? Isn’t
that where liars go when they hide a crime?
The anniversary of
that particular act still haunts me, even though it was way back in August.
December has usually been good, even if we’re sad because of whatever he is doing. To have such an innocent
act end in the violence as that one did should never happen to anyone,
especially a kid. To have the person responsible still walking around as if he
did nothing wrong infuriates me, until I think about how I never told.

Shane didn’t either. We should have told. It didn’t matter if we were
only seven. It doesn’t matter now that we’re almost seventeen. We should have

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