Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge ~ Book 3 in the Phantom Series

          HelloWarriors! 
          Thank you all for the lovely comments last week, and thanks for stopping by for another installment of Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge, Book 3 in the Phantom Series.  It should be out NEXT WEEK.  Whoohoo!  Ahem, okay, back to business...
          Last week, Jase and Stevie encountered an eerie woman in white coming toward them across the bridge.  Here's what happened next (I had to mashup a couple of sentences to make it 8 - forgive me.) It's told from Stevie-girl's POV.

         

          Still standing on the bridge, we were transfixed by the woman in white when we thought we heard the crying sound again.

         “Was that her?” I whispered.

         Jase shook his head.

         Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of movement as something pink floated out from under the bridge.

         “It’s a baby,” I shouted.  “In the water!”  I yanked Jase’s arm and pointed at the swirling, stuttering creek.

         The woman dove in and disappeared.  All that was left was a shimmer of white beneath the skin of the creek and a lazy splotch of long dark hair that floated outward around her head in a soft caul.


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#WeWriWa It's Finally Here - STUTTER CREEK - Romantic Suspense from 5 Prince Publishing

Below are the first live links...Whoohoo! Now #Weekend Writing Warriors, scroll down for the last 8 lines EVER! and a few more incidentals. 

In this snippet, a minor character named Janie has wheedled her folks into letting her go on her first date with a guy named Ray, and lo and behold, they have a flat.  After inspecting the tire, Ray gets back in the car and lights a cigarette.  Here's what happened next:

            Janie watched as he inhaled and exhaled lazily.  “Shouldn’t you be changing the tire?” she finally asked.

            Ray smiled and let the smoke curl out of his lips and upward into his nostrils before he spoke. “Spare’s flat, too.”

            Janie felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.  Without thinking, she

opened the passenger door and stepped out into the night.  They were on some rural 

road south of Pine River.  She wasn’t really sure where they were.   

For those of you who have been following, you probably know there is a serial killer in the area . . . in fact, that is the tagline of the book!

Thanks for visiting with me and the characters of Stutter Creek each week.  Next time, I will begin to introduce characters from my next book, Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge.  

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“She went looking for an old flame and found a serial killer instead.”

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Release Day Press Kit:

Ann Swann is the author of All For Love, a contemporary love story published by 5 Prince Publishing.  She is the author of Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot, and Stevie-girl and the Phantom Student, tales of the supernatural.  She has also written numerous award winning short stories.  She lives in West Texas with her husband and their rescue pets.  She loves libraries and book stores and owns two different e-readers just for fun.  Her to-be-read list has taken on a life of its own.  She calls it Herman because it's such a Munster.

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WeWriWa #8 Sentences from Stutter Creek

It's almost here!  I was out of town last weekend so I missed an installment, but we're back on track this weekend.  Winding down to the June 1st publication date.  I think it's time to start giving away some copies so watch Goodreads and this blog if you are interested in winning a copy of Stutter Creek. Of course, I'm always interested in having some reviews ready when it releases, so if you would be interested in reviewing a copy, just let me know by email or in the comment section.  =)

Now, on to this week's EIGHT!  Beth had been dreaming about her family when a long, black shadow fell over the scene.  Here's where we pick up:

She had finally fallen asleep. But even the sleep-aid hadn’t been able to protect her from the dream. Every time she closed her eyes, the blackness came and swallowed her family. She was reminded of her grandmother and how the elderly woman had often suffered from bad dreams and what she’d referred to as “visits.”

Beth had always thought the woman was a little off, until her grandfather had passed away, that is. Then she had experienced such a clear vision of him standing at the end of her bed, waiting to say goodbye, that she had never doubted her Grandmother’s stories again. When she had mentioned it to her Gran, the older woman had simply hugged her and with tears in her eyes, she’d said, “Your momma, she got visits, too.”

      She hadn’t really known how to respond to that; her mom had died in a car wreck shortly after Beth was born.

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Stutter Creek

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ #8Sunday

Here are the next 8 sentences in my upcoming romantic thriller, Stutter Creek.  It is slated for release on June 1, 2013 from 5 Prince Publishing.

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Following her father’s death and the collapse of her marriage, Beth retreats to the family cabin at Stutter Creek where she stumbles across the path of a serial 

killer.

In last week's entry, a girl named Mandy saw a small boy beside the road.  When she stopped her car and rolled down the window to check on him, a man yanked open the car door, leapt across the seat, and slapped a strip of duct tape across her mouth.  Then his hands slid down to her throat and began to squeeze.  Here's what happened next:

As her world began to grow dark, Mandy recalled how as a small girl she had worried about running out of air, because if you couldn’t see something, how did you know it was there? 

She had begged her mom to buy several packages of colorful balloons which she had blown up and stored in her bedroom. 

Unfortunately, her older sister, Kami, couldn’t let a good thing like that go unnoticed.

 She had waited until Mandy was out, then she’d tied all the balloons together and attached them to the stop sign on the corner. 
 Mandy had felt so humiliated when she came home, she’d wanted to get them down and put them back in her room, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She would have let herself run out of air before giving her sister that satisfaction.

The balloon bouquet had wilted quickly in the hot New Mexico sun.

Now, Mandy's last coherent thought—as the fireworks behind her eyelids exploded in the grand finale—was of those wilting, multicolored balloons.

Afterthought: 

I hope you enjoyed today's awful snippet.  Poor Mandy.  She was number one on the killer's list. Who will be next?  I will continue to post the next 8 until the book is released on June 1st.  Be sure to check out the other authors at the main Website: wewriwa.com

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 8 Sentence Sunday ~ Stutter Creek

Hi everyone ~
Here are the next 8 sentences in my upcoming romantic thriller, Stutter Creek.  It is slated for release around June 1, 2013.

Stutter Creek 
Tagline:

Following her father’s death and the collapse of her marriage, Beth retreats to the family cabin at Stutter Creek where she stumbles across the path of a serial killer and winds up fighting to stay alive.

In last Sunday's snippet, a girl named Mandy was on her way to work (evening shift) when she spied a small boy standing beside the road, alone. She texted her coworker, Myra, to ask her to tell the boss she was going to be late because she was stopping to pick up a boy on the edge of town. But Myra obviously didn't "get" what Mandy was telling her about the boy.

Here are the next 8:

Myra sent back a row of question marks.

“L8R,” Mandy responded. She looked all around. She had assumed the little guy would come 

dashing up to the car as soon as she had come to a stop. But even when she could no longer hear 

the crunch of her tires on gravel, he still hadn’t materialized.

I didn’t pass him by that much.
Craning her neck to see past the Toyota’s blind spot, Mandy dropped the phone into the center 

console drink holder and shoved the gearshift into park. A thick stand of live oaks cast a deep 

shadow over the bar ditch.

Afterthought: I hope you enjoyed today's snippet.  Be sure to check out the other author's at the main website:
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