Thursday, May 21, 2015

Memorial Weekend and Beyond Sale!

I have Secrets of a Mayan Moon the first Isabella Mumphrey Adventure on sale for $,99 through May 31st.  If you haven't read it and were wondering about my Indiana Jones/McGyver character now is the time to pick up the first book and see how she uncovers ancient secrets and disrupts thieves and wrongdoers.

Secrets of a Mayan Moon
Book one of the Isabella Mumphrey Adventure series

What happens when a brilliant anthropologist is lured to the jungle to be used as a human sacrifice?

Child prodigy and now Doctor of Anthropology, Isabella Mumphrey, is about to lose her job at the university. In the world of publish or perish, her mentor’s request for her assistance on a dig is just the opportunity she’s been seeking. If she can decipher an ancient stone table—and she can—she’ll keep her department. She heads to Guatemala, but drug trafficking bad guys, artifact thieves, and her infatuation for her handsome guide wreak havoc on her scholarly intentions.

DEA agent Tino Kosta, is out to avenge the deaths of his family. He’s deep undercover as a jaguar tracker and sometimes jungle guide, but the appearance of a beautiful, brainy anthropologist heats his Latin blood taking him on a dangerous detour that could leave them both casualties of the jungle.

Secrets of a Mayan Moon is available at Windtree Press, Kindle, Nook  Kobo  Apple.

Also now available only through Kindle Select for $.99 or FREE if you are a Prime member:

Secrets of a Christmas Box
A short story in the Isabella Mumphrey Adventure series

This short story has anthropologist Isabella Mumphrey excited about spending her first Christmas with her Venezuelan DEA agent boy friend. The two met in the Guatemala Jungle in Secrets of a Mayan Moon. They found their missions intersecting in Secrets of an Aztec Temple. This Christmas story takes place before Isabella meets with her aunt at the Hopi Reservation and becomes entangled in Hopi myths and human slavery in Secrets of a Hopi Blue Star.

Three days before Christmas, Isabella’s plans of a wonderful Christmas are thwarted when her father hands her a World Intelligence Agency mission. He allows Tino to help her with the mission, so they can be together. As the days hasten to Christmas can she decipher the wooden cube she’s been handed or will her first Christmas with Tino be a bust?

Secrets of a Christmas Box is available only though Kindle

Thursday, May 14, 2015

South Side of the Steens #adventure #backroads

Mother's Day morning hubby asked me what my plans were for the day.  I said the usual, writing, research, taking a walk.  He said, "I thought we'd make the trip around the south side of the Steens we've been talking about."

South side of the Steens Mountains
So we made sure Blueberry, my volkswagon, was full of fuel, tossed in some snacks and drinks in case the restaurant in Fields wasn't open, and headed south on Hwy 78. We've been down 78 before on our many trips to Nampa, ID.  But after thirty miles we turned onto a road with a sign that pointed to Fields.

A ways down the road it turned to gravel and we kept on going. The hills were shades of light green, tan, and spattered with gray, white and pink rocks. Wild flowers were scattered and in large bunches. We passed a solid yellow field. The flowers, I think, were goldenweed.

One of the Valleys I'd like to explore.
I loved the the canyons heading back from the valley into the Steens Mountains. I kept telling hubby we need to spend a day and hike into one or two of them. The photo above had a building at the bottom of the wide section of vegetation. I came up with so many story ideas for that. Some had shear rock walls and others had springs and trees.

Alvord Desert
We came upon the dry lake bed called Alvord Desert. Hubby couldn't resist driving the car out onto the bed and messing around like a race car driver.

Moseying on, we came to Fields and had a yummy lunch of cheeseburgers and hand made shakes. With our bellies full we headed into Catlow Valley. There are large meadows of grass and small clumps of willows.  The valley is watered by natural springs that trickled down the sides of the hills,most likely coming from the melting snow on the Steens Mountains.

Krumbo Reservoir
Following the road through Catlow Valley we snaked our way down to merge onto hwy 205 near French Glen. Down the road from small community of French Glen we took a road back to Krumbo Reservoir. The small reservoir is hidden behind a knoll but had a quiet solitude that appealed to me. On the road into the reservoir we saw two Sandhill cranes in a field.

After viewing the reservoir we returned to 205 and a short distance turned east onto the Diamond loop road, turning before Diamond, we headed north past the Peter French Round Barn and on home.

It was a delightful day of discovering more of the country where we now live.

Monday, May 11, 2015

The Crime of the Century- JoAnne Myers #mystery

Hello Paty, thank you for having me back. I will be awarding two lucky people who comment each a print book of their choice.

Blurb for “The Crime of the Century” a shocking true story
            The residents of Rolling Hills, a hamlet in southeastern Ohio, were horrified when the dismembered bodies of two missing teens were pulled from the local river. Multiply suspects surfaced, but only one was railroaded, Richard Allan Lloyd, a known nudist and hothead.
            What began as an evening stroll turned into what found only in horror films, and dubbed ‘the crime of the century’.  18 year old Babette, a voluptuous beauty contestant and horsewoman, and her 19 year old boyfriend Shane Shoemaker, a jealous and possessive unemployed printer, were last seen crossing a trestle bridge. Within fourteen days, their mutilated torsos and severed heads and limbs were unearthed, suggesting satanic cult activity.
            With an investigation smeared with contradicting statements, and a botched crime scene, investigators built a flimsy case against Richard Lloyd. The three-week trial was based on police corruption and ineptitude, fairytale theories, and forensic mishandling.
            This heinous crime shattered the sense of security for Rolling Hills, destroyed two families, and forever scarred the town. This story is a detailed account of finding justice for Babette and Shane, and of one man’s perseverance to gain his freedom from death row.

EXCERPT:  The Arrest

            On September 29, 1983, months of investigative work, combined with the public’s doubts, fears, and beliefs that Richard Lloyd was a killer, paid off. What most in the county hoped for, finally came true.
             Jethro said Richard was unaware of the conversations between him and the authorities. Through conversations, he believed Richard would “pin” the murders on him, to escape arrest. He wanted the killer caught and “put out” of society, even if that person were a loved one. Still he was not totally convinced of Richard’s guilt, but that “gut feeling,” was still there.
            Police said what came next as no surprise. It happened on a cool autumn afternoon, as citizens busied themselves with the upcoming fall and winter festivities. While leaf-covered streets overflowed with gleeful residents and out-of-towners, two silent cruisers, lights out, descended upon the Lloyd farm.
            The Newsome County Grand Jury, after two days of testimony, and 56 witnesses, handed down an indictment against Richard Allen Lloyd.  The stepfather was now a murder suspect, for two counts of aggravated murder with mitigating circumstances.
            What the grand jury heard was all the evidence that pointed to Richard Lloyd being the killer. They did not hear the information that conflicted with the investigators theory of accounts. According to some witnesses, the state went to great lengths to ensure only the evidence against the accused was heard. 
             Detective Eli, with the eager assistance of Sheriff Reynolds, finally arrested Richard for the murder of the teenagers. However, that would prove not to be the end of the story . . . only the beginning.

Author Bio:
I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint.
When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at:

Other books by JoAnne:

"TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology
"WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology
"LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology
“MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery
“FLAGITIOUS,”  a crime/mystery anthology

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Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Contrary Nag

I seem to be on a horse kick on the blog lately.

Horses eating around the "junk".
Today hubby and I set up gates, panels and fixed broken fences. The reason for all the fence mending and setting up was to be able to put the horses around hubby's farm equipment collection.  That's what he calls it. I call it junk. ;)
We want the horses to eat the cheat grass before it goes to head and causes problems for the dogs. And it will make the "junk" look better if there isn't tall grass and weeds growing around it.

As usual, Bud, my gelding walked right up to me and I put his halter on. Hubby tried to catch the matriarch of the group, but she wasn't going to have anything to do with us. Then he tried the youngest of the group, Lily. Because Annie the oldster was being a pill she balked too. Then hubby walked up to Jammer, who put her head down and waited for him to put the halter on. We led the two, plus George the burro following behind, to the new area. They went to eating right away.

Hubby was mad the other two didn't want to be caught. They were raising a ruckus wanting out, but he said they could stay there until after lunch.  He gave in and went down early. Lily came right up to him and he put her in the new pasture. Annie was still being a pill, so he left her in the corral.

Lily checking out the camera, Annie ignoring me. Jammer in the background
After being in the corral for four hours by herself, Annie nickered at me when I walked to the corral. I grabbed the halter, walked through the gate, and she stood in place, even dipping her head for the halter. I guess being left alone made her see the error of her ways.

I love the fact Bud and Jammer will come up to you or allow you to walk up to them and put a halter on. I hope Lily learns from them and not the old nag.