The Deadliest Fever

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A Miriam Bat Isaac Mystery in
Ancient Alexandria
Historical
Mystery

Date Published: April
2018

Publisher: Black
Opal Books
 
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Miriam bat Isaac, a
budding alchemist and amateur sleuth in first-century CE Alexandria, is concerned when she
learns that the threads of gold in the Great Synagogue’s Torah mantle have been damaged. She
takes the mantle to Judah, a renowned jeweler and the unrequited love of her life. He repairs the
threads and assures her that the stones in the mantle are still genuine. Like Miriam, he is
astonished that someone would damage the threads but leave the gems behind.
Shortly before, the
Jewish community of Alexandria welcomed their visiting sage and his family, who had just
arrived from Ephesus on the Thalia. Also on the ship were the perpetrators of an audacious
jewelry heist. And shortly after, the captain of the Thalia is found dead in a sleazy waterfront
inn.

Can Miriam discover
the connections among the jewel heist, the death of the sea captain, and the desecration of the
Torah mantle before the deadliest fever claims its victim? Not without help from the bite of a
rabid bat.
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Other Books
in the Miriam bat Isaac Mysteries in Ancient Alexandria Mystery Series:
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The Deadliest
Lie
A Miriam bat Isaac
Mysteries in Ancient Alexandria, Book One
Publisher: Bell
Bridge Books
Published: October
2013
She’s a brilliant
alchemist-with a talent for solving mysteries.
Miriam bat Isaac is a
budding scholar in first-century CE Alexandria, though her dreams seem doomed. Who in her
household or among her father
’s Shabbat guests stole the scrolls containing the Alchemical League’s valuable formulas?
Perhaps the thief was even her frantic father, on the cusp of financial ruin, eager for Miriam to
end her dalliance with a handsome jeweler and marry into an honorable and wealthy family. Or
her rebellious brother, intent on raising money to travel to Capua so he can enroll in the Roman
Empire
’s
most renowned gladiator school. Or her faint-hearted fianc
é, who begrudges her preoccupation with
alchemy and yearns for their forthcoming marriage?
And how did the
thief manage to steal them? Miriam is not only faced with a baffling puzzle, but, to recover the
scrolls, she must stalk the culprit through the sinister alleys of Alexandria
’s claustrophobic underbelly. The
Romans who keep a harsh watch over her Jewish community are trouble enough.
Miriam is based on
the true personage of Maria Hebrea, the legendary founder of Western alchemy, who developed
the concepts and apparatus alchemists and chemists would use for 1500 years.
June Trop
(Zuckerman) has had over forty years of experience as an award-winning teacher and educator.
Now associate professor emerita at the State University of New York at New Paltz, she spends
her time breathlessly following her intrepid protagonist, Miriam bat Isaac, who is back in the
underbelly of Alexandria, once again searching for a murderer in The Deadliest Sport while
worrying about her brother.

 

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The Deadliest
Hate
A Miriam bat Isaac
Mysteries in Ancient Alexandria, Book Two
Publisher: Bell
Bridge Books
Published: October
2015
The Roman Empire
may be the least of her enemies.
A secret alchemical
recipe to transmute copper into gold surfaces in first-century CE Caesarea. As soon as Miriam
sets out to trace the leak, Judean terrorists target her for assassination. Eluding the assassins
while protecting a secret of her own, she discovers that she, herself, is responsible for the leak.
Moreover she is powerless to stop its spread throughout the Empire and beyond.
But who is really
trying to kill Miriam? Is it a case of mistaken identity, or is her late-fiancé’s ex-scribe, now an
assistant to the Procurator of Judea, seeking to avenge an old grudge? Or is her heartthrob’s half-
brother, a Judean patriot who inherited his mother’s mania, afraid Miriam knows too
much?
And how did the
recipe find its way from Alexandria to Caesarea anyway?
June Trop
(Zuckerman) has had over forty years of experience as an award-winning teacher and educator.
Now associate professor emerita at the State University of New York at New Paltz, she spends
her time breathlessly following her intrepid protagonist, Miriam bat Isaac, who is back in the
underbelly of Alexandria, once again searching for a murderer in The Deadliest Sport while
worrying about her brother.

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The Deadliest
Sport

A Miriam bat Isaac
Mysteries in Ancient Alexandria, Book Three
Publisher: Black
Opal Books
Published: October
2017
Miriam bat Isaac, a
budding alchemist in first-century CE Alexandria, welcomes her twin brother Binyamin home to
fight his last gladiatorial bout in Alexandria. But when he demands his share of the family
money so he can build a school for gladiators in Alexandria, Miriam explains that he forsook his
share when he took the gladiatorial oath. When she refuses to loan him the money for what she
feels is a shady, and dangerous, enterprise, Binyamin becomes furious. Soon after, the will of
Amram, Miriam’s elderly charge, turns up missing, Amram becomes seriously ill, and the clerk
of the public records house is murdered. Could Binyamin really be behind this monstrous
scheme? If not he, who could be responsible? And is Miriam slated to be the next
victim?
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 Excerpt

May 1, Thursday,
Almost Midnight:

He waited, listening
to the darkness flow into the sanctuary. With the thick drapes blocking the flare of torches lining
the Canopic Way, the only light scratching the air was the meager glow of the eternal flame, the
ner tamid of Alexandria’s Great Synagogue.
The coolness of the
night had already begun to assert itself. Just a little longer, he told himself as his fist closed
around the open edges of his long black robe. A few minutes later, as his other hand pulled back
the hood over his head, he emerged from his hiding place, his body taut, his legs tingling from
having stood in place for so long.
Stretching his
cramped muscles, he approached the front of the Torah Ark. His fingers trembled with
excitement, his eyes shining with greed as he drew open the parokhet, the curtain that screened
the Ark.
“Like a bride’s veil,”
he said to himself, amused by the analogy.
With a self-
congratulatory nod and a tight satisfied smile, he pulled open the ornate bronze doors and carried
the Torah to the Reader’s Table. For a few moments, he gazed at the coveted prize adorning the
Torah mantle, three peerless jewels, each set into the bowl of one of the three vessels
embroidered in gold on the mantle.
He didn’t need much
light. His eyes were already accustomed to the darkness, and his hands had performed this
procedure many times before. Taking a few deep breaths to calm the twitch at the corner of his
mouth, he removed a slim wooden box from the goatskin pouch attached to his belt, took out his
tools, and lined them up on the table: his silver pick, plyers, tweezers, snips, and a double-
handled vial of olive oil. Then he undressed the Torah and positioned the mantle so the jewels
caught the narrow strip of light from the ner tamid.

Oh, Lord! Even in
the thinnest light, they spew out their fire!
Half-frightened,
worried that he’d uttered the words aloud, he released only a feather of breath.
But hearing no echo,
his jaw softened.
He was
safe.
Then, hunching over
the table, balancing his forearms against the edge, he took hold of the pick and laid his hands on
the mantle.
He tried to loosen the
center stone, the emerald. The setting was tight. Very tight. He tried again, this time after placing
a droplet of oil on each prong.
This is going to take
a while.
He shifted his weight
and continued.
The silence was
absolute save for the occasional sputter of the ner tamid and the distant rumble of hooves on the
Canopic Way’s granite pavement.
Until he heard
loudening footfalls ringing out against the tessellated floor, waking the echoes in the corridor’s
coffered ceiling.
A crease of light
swept under the sanctuary’s ceiling-high, bejeweled double doors.
He froze and held his
breath, as fear prickled down his spine, until the clicking heels receded into the silence. He
blinked slowly and released an unbidden sigh. Just the watchman on his rounds. He won’t come
in here. He locked the doors to the sanctuary and all the outside doors to the Synagogue hours
ago and won’t open them again until dawn.
His fingers worked
through the night. Despite the chill, rivulets of sweat trickled down his back and collected under
his belt. He straightened up now and then, rolled his shoulders back, and cocked his head as he
admired his work.
His mouth curved
into a triumphant smile.
Beads of saliva clung
to his lips.
By now a pearly
grayness was seeping under the doors. He could see the darkness dissolving. Objects in the
sanctuary were reclaiming their color and shape.
He mentally ticked
off the remaining tasks: Dress the Torah. Put it back in the Ark. Tuck my prize and the tools into
the box. Slide it back into my pouch. Slip out as soon as the watchman unlocks the doors but
before what’s-his-name…Gershon, that’s it, Gershon ben Israel…comes in to check the
sacred—
Oh, Lord, what on
Earth is that squeaking sound? Surely not a bird.
A sharp-toothed,
leathery-winged bat shot out of nowhere, swooped across the sanctuary, and, wheeling around
the bemah, took a dive, and nipped the crown of the man’s head before disappearing with a shrill
screech behind the Ark.
His thin howl—part
gasp, scream, and strangled sob—tore through the sanctuary.
Then he heard a pair
of boots smacking the tiles.
I gotta get out of
here! Where’s the—
Dressing it quickly,
he shoved the Torah into the Ark, throwing everything else into his pouch.
Except the
vial.
The vial.
Oops!
Oil
everywhere.
Oh, Lord! Not
now.
A hasty wipe with
the sleeve of his robe.
The rising volume of
hammering footsteps.
Now two sets—one
close, the other farther away but catching up. Their volume swelled as they turned a
corner.
Must be Gershon
trailing the watchman.
The jangle of keys.
The ping of the latch as the watchman unlocked the doors.
No place to hide.
And, Lord, all this blood gushing from my head.
“No, Daniel, no!”
Gershon shouted. “The other way. Hurry! The scream came from the library.”
About the
Author

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June Trop and her
twin sister Gail wrote their first story, “The Steam Shavel [sic],” when they were six years old
growing up in rural New Jersey. They sold it to their brother Everett for two cents.

“I don’t remember
how I spent my share,” June says. “You could buy a fistful of candy for a penny in those days,
but ever since then, I wanted to be a writer.”

As an award-winning
middle school science teacher, June used storytelling to capture her students’ imagination and
interest in scientific concepts. Years later as a professor of teacher education, she focused her
research on the practical knowledge teachers construct and communicate through storytelling.
Her first book, From Lesson Plans to Power Struggles (Corwin Press, 2009), is based on the
stories new teachers told about their first classroom experiences.
Now associate
professor emerita at the State University of New York at New Paltz, she devotes her time to
writing The Miriam bat Isaac Mystery Series. Her heroine is based on the personage of Maria
Hebrea, the legendary founder of Western alchemy, who developed the concepts and apparatus
alchemists and chemists would use for 1500 years.
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Splotch

 

 

Middle Reader
Fantasy
Publisher: MuseItYA a division of
MuseItUp Publishing.
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Alice’s parents
refuse to let her have a dog, so when Alice sees a paint stain on the sidewalk that looks like a
dog, she decides that she will make him a virtual pet. She calls him Splotch and downloads a
picture of him to her computer. To her surprise, he escapes from the computer and begins to act
as Alice’s self-appointed protector. Unfortunately, he sees most people as potential enemies of
Alice, including her teacher and the school principal, and he is not shy about giving those various
enemies a bite. When Splotch starts to attack Alice’s best friend, Alice knows there is a big
problem. But how will she get Splotch to stop being a guard dog and go back into the
computer?
About the
Authors

 

Anne Rothman-
Hicks is a graduate of Bryn Mawr College where, in 1969, at a college dance, she met a student
from Haverford named Kenneth Hicks. They have been together pretty much ever since, getting
married, having children, writing books, making art, and generally conspiring to live lives that
are happy, creative, and good.

Anne and Ken’s
most recent novels and stories are set in New York City, where they have lived for most of their
married lives.
Their middle reader
series, Alice and Friends, features Alice, a 10-year-old girl with a vivid imagination that gets her
into and out of trouble. The titles are, STONE FACES, BROWNSTONE FACES, and
SPLOTCH.
In Ken and Anne’s
tween book, THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM, Jennifer and James find a pigeon in
Central Park whose foot was caught in a bit of string attached to a fence. Only this pigeon was
actually a man before he was turned into a pigeon over a hundred years earlier. Now he needs
some help to be turned back into a man before a certain hawk captures and eats him instead.
A sequel,
REMEMBERING THOMAS, has been published by MuseItUp Publishing in March of
2018.
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Hometown Girl Again

Hometown Girl Again
Hometown Series Book 5
by Kirsten Fullmer
Genre: Romance

How did I end up so broken? It’s a question Katherine can’t answer.

First, a surprise inheritance tipped her life upside-down, and now

her new RV park is a muddy mess of half-restored trailers. To make

matters worse, she’s falling for her first crush all over again.

The only thing she’s sure of at this point is a full-blown identity crisis.

Alex came home after a life-threatening wound ended his Army career. Now

Katie is back too, and she’s building something called a glamping

park? He feels like he let her down years ago, can he make it up to

her now? Or are his own problems too much to handle?

Fate brought Katherine and Alex back to Smithville, and the town-folk want

to see them together again. Will the couple be able to cope with the

locals well-intentioned meddling, or did their chance at love

disappear a long time ago…

Other Books in the Series:
Hometown Girl at Heart
Hometown Series Book 1
Hometown Girl After All
Hometown Series Book 2
Hometown Girl Forever
Hometown Series Book 3
Christmas in Smithville
The Hometown Series Book 4

Kirsten grew up in the Western US and graduated from high school in

1984. She married soon there after and quickly built a family.

With three young children and number four on the way, she returned to

college in 1992. Her career as a draftsman included many settings

ranging from a steel fabrication shops to prestigious engineering

firms. Balancing family life with the workplace forced her to

become the queen of multitasking. In 2001, bored with the cubical

life, she moved on to teach drafting in technical college, then to

opening her own consulting firm teaching 3D engineering software. Due

to health problems, Kirsten retired in 2012 to travel with her

husband for his job. She now works writing romance novels and enjoys

spoiling her three grandchildren. Since 2017 Kirsten has lived and

worked full time in a 40′ travel trailer with her husband and her

little dog Bingo.

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Violet Souls

 

 

Fantasy Romance
Release Date: 5th September
2018

 

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While searching for
clues to her past, shy single mum, Bree Mills discovers a subculture of aliens with supernatural
abilities living on Earth.
And she’s one of
them.
Finding herself
hurled into a world of possibilities, it’s made more alluring by Quinn Taylor, the violet-eyed
Evoxian from her childhood dreams.

324-year-old Quinn
knows his destiny is entwined with Bree’s, but before he can confess his love, he must wait for
her to sense the Akui, a mysterious force tied with ancient Evoxian law.

At a Cotswolds
country manor, passions awaken and ignite a love more magical than the once-Utopian planet,
Evox. Then Fate delivers a cruel and heart-breaking blow when Bree is kidnapped by a malicious
alien who wants her and her power.
Will Quinn still love
her when she’s faced with protecting her half-human daughter… whatever the
cost?
Excerpt

 

“I know it must seem
impossible to believe, but please give me a chance to explain.” Quinn’s amethyst gaze never left
hers. “Haven’t you always felt different to everyone else? Did you ever wonder why your eyes
are an unusual colour?”
Bree blinked like a
stupid airhead.
“I know you sensed
the connection to your talisman; surely you can’t deny that?”
Something tugged
inside. Despite her fear, her confusion, and the craziness of what he’d told her, she controlled the
impulse to run.
She could answer
yes to every question, hell yes, but it didn’t mean she came from another planet…did
it?
Her head spun.
Erratic thoughts swirled like dust motes caught in a breeze. She was a single mum, slightly odd
maybe, but living an ordinary, uneventful life, or at least trying to. How could this be happening?
Beads of sweat dampened her brow, her neck. Could it be true?
“Let me show you
something, then you can decide. Would you give me your talisman, please?”
With no idea why,
Bree took off the pendant and handed it to him, flicking her tongue across lips that were drier
than the Sahara.
He tilted his head in
the direction of the small table. “Sit down and I’ll prove it to you.”

 

With her legs
buckling at the knees, she had no choice but to do as he asked.
Quinn closed the
curtains, blocking the bright shaft of sunlight, then sat in the seat opposite. His intoxicating
scent, sandalwood, soap and the faintest whiff of zesty orange shampoo filled her senses, made
her insides fizz with anticipation. “Hold both hands out, please, palms upwards on the
table.”
Bree wiped her
clammy palms on her jeans. Yep, I’m the crazy one here.
“Okay, try to
relax.”
Un-bloody-
believable. How the hell was she supposed to relax? Not to mention the touch of his hot, dry
hand was playing havoc with her pulse rate.
***
About the
Author

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Abbey MacMunn
writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their
four children.
When she’s not
writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows – anything from rom-coms to superheroes to
science fiction movies.
She is a proud
member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
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The Forgotten Front

 

Kicker: The Forgotten Front

by R Grey Hoover

Publish Date: November 6, 2017

423 Pages

 

 

 

A WWII

thriller about a family’s hardships on the homefront and the Army airmen who flew unarmed missions over Japanese territory in China, Burma and India.

 

 

World War II is raging. A young father must choose between his family and duty to his country- a decision that could cost him everything.

 

Based on actual experiences of United States veterans and official military aviation history records from World War II, this is the thrilling story of a family’s journey into war. While his loved ones struggle with shortages and rationing at home, Sam endures relentless Japanese attacks against his unarmed aircraft over the treacherous mountains and torrid jungles of Asia. His job is to drop supplies to Merrill’s Marauders and over 750,000 allied soldiers fighting in the perilous jungles of Burma. If the enemy is not stopped, the American way of life will end.

 

If you like non-stop action with a touch of humor and romance and the chance to learn about the “forgotten front” of WWII, then this is the book for you.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

April 4, 1944 – Dinjan Airbase, India

 

Sam and Bobby Joe were totally exhausted when they crawled into their charpoys. The harrowing events of the day had taken its toll on them physically and mentally. In spite of the heat and noise of the jungle, Sam felt the blessed relief of sleep approaching soon after his head hit the pillow. However, as he drifted off, a feeling of unease came over him. It was a feeling that something was wrong, not here in India, but at home. He didn’t know if he felt uneasy because he still hadn’t received mail from home or because of some unknown reason, but the feeling stayed with him until he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and slipped into a deep sleep.

 

Thankfully, his slumber was not disturbed by his recurring nightmare, and he slept soundly until the wee hours of the morning when he suddenly awoke not knowing what had disturbed him. A light rain was falling outside, and except for an occasional flash of distant lightning, the basha was in total darkness. He lay very still, listening to the sounds around him. He strained his hearing, but no sound came except for the steady breathing of the sleeping men around him. After several minutes, he relaxed, thinking his imagination was playing tricks on him. He was almost asleep again when he thought he detected a faint unfamiliar sound coming from somewhere in the basha. Once again, he listened intently, not sure he had heard anything; but then he heard the sound again—only this time it seemed closer, and he was sure it came from within the basha. He couldn’t quite place the sound, but it seemed like something soft brushing against an object. He listened closely, but all was silent. None of the other men in the basha stirred, and after an extended period of silence, he relaxed once again in anticipation of sleep.

 

    He was in that dreamy state just before slumber when he felt the presence of something or someone nearby. Once again, his senses came to full alert, and he made a conscious effort not to move. He listened carefully, bringing all his senses to bear. He could see or hear nothing, and yet he was sure something was there. He was startled when someone at the other end of the room moved, but then all was silent once again. He was lying on his back, so he slowly moved his head to the right and scanned the darkness.

 

    At first he saw nothing, but then attention was drawn to a slight movement at the foot of his bed. He couldn’t make out what it was. It appeared to be an undistinguishable shadow against the darker background of the room. As he watched, the shadow moved, and he held his breath as it silently glided along the side of his bed. There was no sound as it moved, and it slowly drew nearer and stopped near the head of his bed. He could tell that it was something large, but due to the extreme darkness, he was unable to see what it was. His instincts told him this was something dangerous and evil, and the hairs on the nape of his neck stood erect. At that moment, a distant flash of lightning faintly illuminated the scene, and in that instant of light, Sam could see the large form of a tiger standing beside him.

 

The animal’s head was enormous. Its eyes, momentarily reflecting light from the faraway lightning, gave the beast an evil, devil-like appearance. This was death incarnate staring directly at him.

 

    Sam was frozen with fear, and his heart seemed to stop. His .45-caliber pistol hung on the wall not three feet away, and he cursed himself for not keeping it inside the mosquito netting with him. He knew the tiger could see that he was awake, and he feared any movement would cause it to attack. The animal stepped closer, and Sam could see its dim outline and smell its damp fur and the fetid odor of its breath. The tiger appeared to know its victim was helpless. The great beast took its time as it sniffed the mosquito netting as if testing its strength. Slowly it raised a huge paw and placed it against the puny impediment. The tiger’s claws caught in the netting, and with a mighty swipe, it ripped the flimsy material away from the bed.

 

 

 

 

 

Comments from readers of Kicker:

 

“I could not put this book down, as the story of Sam, the young volunteer and aspiring pilot, unfolds. The author delivers his storytelling with a rich backdrop of historical details reflecting a thoroughly researched knowledge of the subject matter.”  Elray

 

“Would recommend this not only to history buffs and WWII aficionados (like myself) but to any reader interested in being transported to another time and place, one that shaped all of our lives and fortunes today, worldwide.”  W.M. Driscoll

 

“What an interesting story! I learned so much about heroes not mentioned in history books.”  Jacquie Rhoades

 

“History made real through the telling of one soldier’s story. This book made me miss my father and all of the stories he never told me. ”  Linda S. Browning

 

“Hoover leaves nothing out. He shows the sacrifices made on the battle front, as well as sacrifices made on the home front.”  Candi Silk

 

 

R Grey Hoover is an Air Force veteran with a family tradition of military service that dates back to the American revolution. He wrote his book “Kicker the forgotten front” to honor his father and the other veterans of World War II who fought in the China-Burma-India (CBI) theatre.  

 

During the war, the European and Pacific theatres got most of the supplies and media attention leaving the CBI theatre with the leftovers. Even in today’s media coverage of World War II the CBI theatre is never mentioned. The author’s book is an attempt to correct this gross oversight.

 

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Rules of Friendship

Title: Rules of Friendship
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: A Friends-To-Lovers Standalone Romance
Release Date: August 6, 2018
As a guy, the number one rule to being best friends with a girl should be simple…
Never, and I do mean never, fall in love with her. 
Oh and you should never fantasize about her either.
Believe me, that situation can get messy really fast and leave you with nothing but one hell of an awkward mess on your hands—literally.
Reese and I have been through everything together; our bond is deep. But I am going down fast, and I fear there is no way to stop it. I spend most of my time hiding my body’s reaction to her because like I said: just friends.
But things are changing. We are changing. 
 
I no longer see her as just Reese, my best friend. When I look at her now, I see a gorgeous woman that takes my breath away. I see my future. But what if she doesn’t see me the same way? 
 
I can’t risk losing her… 
 
The fear of screwing everything up is excruciating. So that’s why I have chosen to stick to the rules. The Rules of Friendship that is. 
 
She was off limits. Plain and simple. 
 
But then in she walks wearing her tiny shorts and those tight tops. Come on, a guy can only have so much restraint before he caves…

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.
 
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.
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The Mortician Series

 

 

 

The Mortician Series, Book
One
Mystery
Supense

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When Horace
Carpenter begins to court plain looking and painfully shy Ada Hawkins she can’t believe her
good fortune.  He is handsome, charming, and owns his own thriving business – the town’s
mortuary.  After the wedding she learns that he expects to gain even more respect by
being the son-in-law of the richest and most respected man, Dr. Hawkins.  But when the
doctor is discovered performing illegal surgeries he looses everything – including his life.
Horace takes his
anger out on Ada with abuse and inforced isolation
When Ada
discoveres that she is pregnant she hides it from her husband, fearing he might cause her to have
a miscarriage.  When the baby is born his first reaction is rage.  But he quickly
realizes that if he appears to be a wonderful father the townspeople will think even higher of him.
Horace tells Ada that
they must celebrate their son’s second birthday by having a huge birthday party.  The party
is great success.  After the guests leave, Horace directs Ada to clean the kitchen while he
takes care of the baby.
Ada hears her son
scream, and she rushes to the stairwell where his voice had come from.  When she get
there she sees him lying at the bottom the stairs – he turns his head and looks up at his
mother.  Horace tells her to call the doctor.  When she returns after making the call
she sees that the baby is no longer looking up.  His head is now in an awkward
position.  He is no longer moving
Horace taunts his
wife that he has killed the “bastard” and there’s nothing she can do about it.  If she calls
him a murderer he will tell everyone that she has lost her mind, that it was her fault the child
died.  He then tells her he has murdered before and always got by with it.
Ada begins plotting
how she can get revenge for the horible things he has done, and also keep him from killing
others.  It takes her many months to do it, but eventually she kills him in a way that is
most painful to him, yet also undectable as a murder.
When Ada is an old
woman reunites with Emily, a woman who she had befriended when Emily was a child.
While Emily cares for her, Ada tells her the secrets of her life.  She explains that she
stayed living in the mortuary even after Horace died because his evil spirit still lingered there and
that it was her duty to protect others from him.
After Ada dies Emily
is shocked to learn that Ada left her the mortuary and all of her other assetts.  In the will
Ada stated that Emily would know what she must do with the old, haunted, building. Emily isn’t
so sure that she does.
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Other Books
in The Mortician Series:
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The Mortician’s
Revenge
The Mortician
Series, Book Two

Ada Carpenter went
to her grave knowing that, although she had killed her husband, Horace, his malicious spirit still
lingered on in the mortuary, where she and her mortician husband had lived throughout their
marriage. As she left her earthly body behind, she went with the prayer on her lips that Emily,
her dearest friend, would find a way to protect others from his wicked intentions.

Horace had other
plans. The longer his spirit remained trapped in the mortuary, the angrier he became. His hatred
began with his wife, the woman who had taken his life in the most gruesome way possible. But it
grew to include everyone who thought they could make his home their own.
As the years passed,
Horace found ways to vent his anger by attaching himself to others, using their bodies and their
minds to do his bidding. The moment the leader of the Sisters of the Zodiac entered his home he
knew he had finally found the perfect tool with which to fulfill his most monstrous
dreams.
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The Mortician’s
Legacy
The Mortician
Series, Book Three
Terrible things seem
to happen to people who frequent the old mortuary in Dunsmuir, CA. Ever since the first
mortician’s death by his own wife’s hand, the old building has been filled with
darkness.
The woman who
befriended the mortician’s wife was dismayed when she inherited the building, knowing what she
did about the dark spirit that lurks there. No one believes her when she says that evil hides within
the walls of the Julia Morgan designed house.
In spite of her
warnings a young couple convince her to sell them the building. They see the beauty in its design
and plan on turning it into a Bed and Breakfast. Unfortunately, although they are able to turn the
building into a showplace and are eager to open its doors to overnight visitors, the evil spirit of
the long dead mortician has ideas of his own.
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About the
Author

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Maralee Lowder is a
writer of many genres – romance, historicals, humorous, and metaphysical fiction.  While
living in Dunsmuir, California, she heard stories of the haunted old mortuary on Sacramento
Street, down by the railroad tracks.  The writer part of her brain could not dismiss the
stories she was hearing.  Was the old building truly haunted?  And if it was, who
was haunting it – and why?  She learned that yes, it is haunted, even to this day.
The Mortician’s Wife was inspired by the old building – and the current haunts.
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