The Awesome Indies Magical Mystery Tour

Today I’m participating in the The Awesome Indies Magical Mystery Tour, hosted by the Awesome Indies. From the 27th to the 30th of September you’ll have the chance to pick up some special offers or win some awesome prizes at all the blogs participating in the tour, including mine.

Why is it called the Magical Mystery Tour? Because it highlights the magical and mysterious qualities of some of the books listed on the Awesome Indies. Also, there’s  a chapter of a mystery at each blog, and a tour for you to take to read the full story and find the key you need to enter the Giveaway for an Amazon gift card. (First prize is a $25 card, second prize is $15 and third prizes is a $10 card.)

All you have to do is start at the Awesome Indies, follow the links from blog to blog, read the story and pick up the clue to the mystery key to enter the draw when you get back to the Awesome Indies. While you’re at each blog, read about the author’s book and enter their giveaway or pick up their special offer.

 

My entry in the Magical Mystery Tour is . . .

 

A serial killer is stalking fifteen-year-old Lu and her friend. Lu has a secret. She sees daemons. But will the mysterious spirits help the teens or deliver them into the hands of the killer?

Special offer:

TALION is discounted from $2.99 to $0.99 during the tour and can be purchased from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

EVERY BOOK YOU BUY ON THE TOUR GETS YOU ANOTHER ENTRY INTO THE GRAND PRIZE DRAW.

Start the tour now by clicking HERE.

 

 

Ghost Town

A Collaborative Story

This part by Mary Maddox

Rick stood at the edge of the bluff overlooking the railroad yard. An abandoned station stood amidst a network of tracks, most no longer in use. Trains came through but were no longer switched or routed there. Hart’s Peak was high in the mountains, desolate, not somewhere you lived, given a choice. With the railroad workers gone it the spot was a ghost town – nothing left but the yard, a row of ruined cabins in the sagebrush, and a gas station and cafe on the highway.

In the gusty, cold wind he walked back to the campsite and peered into the tent he shared with Jennifer, his wife. She and her sister, Mandy, were bent over a game of gin rummy. “Thought I’d climb down and check out the station,” he said.

Neither woman looked up.

Rick began the hike to the yard. He found a steep downward path that wound between the brush and around the outcroppings of rock. It was rough going. In a couple of spots his feet almost slipped from under him. If he fell and broke a leg, Jennifer might just leave him there to rot. He knew Mandy would.

Jennifer had wanted to camp near the highway, but the whole point of coming was to take video of the trains. It made sense to camp near the railroad yard. She’d flounced out of the car and walked away, nose in the air. Rick had chased her and grabbed her arm. She was such a skinny little thing. Touch her too hard and she bruised. Now they treated gave him the cold shoulder like he was a wife beater.

He never should have let Mandy come. Jennifer became a bitch when she hung around her sister, and make-up sex was impossible with Mandy ten feet away.

Rick reached the bottom and headed across the railroad tracks. The wind was less blustery down there.

The old station still had a door. If it was locked, he would have to crawl through a broken window. But the door opened right up. The building was gutted. Whatever the company had left behind had been scavenged long ago. Some rusty bolts and washers and other junk were scattered on the floor. Thick dust blanketed everything except – what was that glinting over by the wall?

He bent and picked up a comb. A chill shot up his spine the instant he touched the thing. He wanted to drop it, but its beauty kept him holding on. The comb looked like a hair ornament. It had long teeth and a fan-shaped top inlaid with pearly material and set with some kind of green stone. Malachite, maybe. Cleaned up, it would look pretty in Jennifer’s dark hair. He slipped the comb into the pocket of his jacket. It was just what he needed – a peace offering.

The story continues at Clive Johnson’s blog.

18 Comments Add yours

  1. Great start to the Mystery Tour!

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      Thanks, Christina. I love your blog header with the honey bee.

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  2. Visiting all the tour blogs! Thanks for all your hard work, Mary!

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      You’re welcome, Kate. Everyone came through beautifully for our collaborative story.

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  3. Niamh Clune says:

    hello! Here to say hi and discover your great blog.

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      Thank you, Niamh. I’ve enjoyed checking out the blogs on the tour, all the different styles. Haven’t commented everywhere yet. But I will.

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  4. Beth Barany says:

    Oh, TALION looks spooky! Fun!

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      Thanks, Beth. I’m glad you stopped by.

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  5. This is fun. I hope a lot of people take the tour.

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      I do too. We have a cool story and some great prizes. And the tour is going on through the weekend.

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  6. It’s great to have a reason to visit your blog. The story’s grabbed me to. Must hurry along now.

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      Thanks for stopping by, Tahlia.

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  7. Great start to the tour. I like the story beginning. Now onwards and upwards!

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      Thanks for joining the Magical Mystery Tour, Chris. I think you’ll like the rest of the story, too.

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  8. Lyn Sofras says:

    A fun tour and Talion sounds really intriguing. Good luck with it.

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    1. Dreambeast7 says:

      Thanks, Lyn. I’m glad you stopped by.

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