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Here are a couple of STUTTER CREEK reviews:
5.0 out of 5 stars This is SERIOUSLY scary!
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
Stutter Creek is a top class thriller! The plot is straightforward
and all the more frightening for being so. The killer is focused on revenge and
he doesn't care who he destroys in, literally, the execution of his plans.
The opening chapter is horrifying in the speed of what happens. The
bait which the killer uses to lure his female victims is pitiful and as much a
victim as they are.
Ann Swann's writing is brilliantly descriptive, flows superbly and
her imagery is just enough to allow the reader to participate in the action.
The cover, BTW, is superb.
I thoroughly enjoyed this novel and urge everyone who reads the
reviews to buy the book and support the author - and no, I had never heard of
her until I read this book which I found recommended on a list somewhere!
5 stars "Hell of a thriller. Wow, just wow. This little thriller had me wanting to read between my fingers!"
Go here to order Stutter Creek while it's on sale: http://smarturl.it/stuttercreek
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Be sure to read Chapter One of the follow up novel, LILAC LANE. It's included in the back of STUTTER CREEK, or you can go straight to the source and read it there:
Lilac Lane http://tinyurl.com/qf2makb
"Ella and her son
escaped her ex-husband's drunken wrath once. But now he's out of jail. Could
that be him driving by their new house late at night, could he be causing all
the strange noises in the attic? If it is him, can they survive another round
with the madman?"
Here is another excerpt from one of the great books on sale for 99¢
A HEART ON HOLD
War. Devotion. Deceit. Death. How long can a heart hold on before it breaks? Most women would carry on with their lives after being thrust into widowhood, but not Charlotte Adamsland. Upon learning that her husband, Captain Sanderson Redding, was killed in a botched escape from a Confederate prison in Illinois, she clings to his promise to return to her no matter what, and quickly heads north through a war-ravaged country with only her faith in God and her beloved horse to bring her beloved Sanderson home – one way or another. $.99 ON SALE (ends 12-3)
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Afterthoughts: Here are three more of my books on sale for 99¢ Ghost stories for all ages.
Book One:
Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot
"Don't go in the spooky old house. No matter who dares
you, no matter what lures you, do not go in!"
It was the late 60s. The Beatles had washed across America like a
British tsunami, Vietnam was a grainy, green and black dose of unreality on
the evening news, a bunch of hippies had taken over San Francisco, and there
was a heck of a rainstorm pouring down on Woodstock. But I didn’t know all
that then.
I was a little bit lost, looking for something. I swear I didn’t go looking for a ghost...well, okay, maybe I did. But I didn’t expect to find one. Heck, I was just a kid. I didn’t expect much of anything.
I was a little bit lost, looking for something. I swear I didn’t go looking for a ghost...well, okay, maybe I did. But I didn’t expect to find one. Heck, I was just a kid. I didn’t expect much of anything.
To us, 1970 was a time of beginnings, but to the country, it was a time of endings. National Guardsmen ended the lives of four students at Kent State College. A hundred thousand marched on Washington to end the war in Vietnam, and in England, Paul McCartney announced the end of The Beatles. It was also the year Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin both ended their lives through drug overdoses. It felt as if the whole world was in turmoil.
Our homeroom teacher said not to let
the weight of the world stop us from being open to new experiences. In fact she said it was more important than
ever that we should be open-minded. I
wondered if she’d gone radical on us.
For a moment, I thought she might pick up a sign and start chanting.
Come
to find out, she was simply prepping us for a new addition to our eighth
grade class at Crossroads Junior High.
His name was Derol Pavey and he had something called Tourette syndrome.
Book Three: Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge http://tinyurl.com/n7pusfw
The year was 1971 and the time was
like that hour between twilight and full dark, that time when anything is
possible. That’s how it was being young,
I felt like the whole world was just waiting for me to blossom, to bloom, or to
wither and fail. And while I was waiting
for something huge to happen . . . life kept on rolling along in fits and
starts, never slowing, always moving.
Just like Stutter Creek, the one that meandered along beneath Crybaby
Bridge.
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