As I was lying in bed this morning I had the crazy idea that I was going to take the day off. Go out, do some shopping, have lunch and just generally goof off. But, alas, a newly published author’s work, it seems, is never done.
Amazon and Google Play offer free samples of the book so you can read the first 3 chapters on your e-reader of choice. And, for the next two weeks, the book is priced at 0.99 cents.
To save you an extra click or two on your mouse, here’s a quick sample from the first chapter:
It was a well known fact that Charles and Myrtle Bosworth were not a happily married couple. Their legendary battles were often the primary entertainment for the residents of the nearby town of Littleton. As a result, predictions of Charles or Myrtle’s imminent demise were common throughout their sixty-odd years of marriage.
What none of the townsfolk expected, however, was that husband and wife would both die on the same night.
Rumors and speculation ran through the town like wildfire. At least half the town had driven out to the mansion in hopes of learning some interesting tidbit about the death of the town’s most prominent citizens. Their cars lined the long gravel drive and filled the overgrown swath of ground that was once covered by lush green grass.
A small creature name Billy hid in a patch of tall grass near the large stone fountain that was once the centerpiece of the mansion’s circular driveway. The little Hob stood a touch over two feet tall from the top of his pointy brown cap to his gnarled feet encased in leather slippers. His round eyes were set close together over his hooked nose and shone bright and black as marbles.
Billy stretched his pencil thin neck searching the crowd around him while listening to the human talk that bombarded his sensitive ears. After a few minutes he spotted his quarry. Weaving and ducking past the feet and legs of the townsfolk, he found a new hiding place inside a clump of fennel. From this new vantage point he could see and hear the three old women known as the Pidgeon sisters.
“I told you. Didn’t I tell you, Philomena? If I said it once I said it a hundred times. I said one of these days they would kill each other. Didn’t I?”
“That you did, Rose Marie. That you did.” Philomena quick bright eyes fixed on one of the mansion’s third floor windows.
“I remember you saying that very thing many times.” Louise Pidgeon straightened the pillbox hat perched on her frost colored poof of hair. “Sheriff,” she called in her bird like voice, “Yoo-hoo, Sheriff.”
Billy was pleased to see Sheriff Max again. He had been a good and trusted friend to Mrs. Myrtle’s son Charlie and her granddaughter, Miss Gemma. Billy hopped back a step to avoid being stomped on by Sheriff Max’s shiny black boot then craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the big man’s tanned and freckled face. He did not look happy.
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