Posted: 20 Jun 2016 01:00 AM PDT
GUEST POST and EXCERPT
by L. M. Pruitt
Silk by L. M. Pruitt is currently on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author and an excerpt. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.
They called it the murder tree.
In 1995, twenty kids went in to the woods. Only three came back.
There are monsters in the woods.
Twenty years later, what happened is still a mystery.
The monsters are back.
Now, the town of Silk faces its greatest threat in over two hundred years. No one is safe.
Not even the monsters.
They called it the murder tree.
The kids did, anyway. To the adults, those people who no longer believed in ghost stories and things that went bump in the night, it was known as the old Litz tree. The last living monument to the family who founded the town before Georgia was even a state, giving their money and lives in the process.
The adults liked to gloss over that particular part of the story when discussing the history of Mulberry.
The kids preferred to linger on it.
Most of them knew the story of the night the Litz family lost their lives before they were even able to read the decades old textbooks grudgingly provided by the Department of Education. By the time they graduated to junior high, all the kids—the cool ones, at least, the ones you wanted at your party or it wasn't really a party—had camped out next to the murder tree. More than one high school girl had allowed her boyfriend to "comfort" her in the shadow of the ancient mulberry after listening to the story of the Litz family yet again.
You weren't a part of Mulberry until you had spent your time at the murder tree.
It was the only reason Elias Crenshaw could think of for why he was freezing his balls off on what was shaping up to be the coldest night of the year.
That and the fact Mandy Jones had promised him she'd be there. The way she'd told him, with just the tiniest smile of her bubblegum pink lips and a flutter of lashes, was enough to keep him warm.
But only for another hour. After that, he was going home. The guys could rag him all they wanted on Monday morning. They'd be the one with bug bites and frozen fingers and all the other stupid things that happened when you spent the night in the frickin' woods. He'd be warm and rested and all studied up for the big biology exam in sixth period.
Man, if he didn't get at least a C his parents were going to flip. They'd already been on the fence about letting him camp out the Friday before a test. If he failed, they wouldn't let him out of the house again until the end of the school year. He'd be the only kid not allowed to go the eighth grade prom.
Mandy Jones would never go out with him if he was the loser kid who didn't go to the prom.
"Your face is going to freeze like that."
Elias snorted. "No, it won't."
"Yeah, it will." Shephard Jackson widened her already big brown eyes—bug eyes, Mandy called them—and nodded solemnly. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Probably the wrong thing to say when we're next to the murder tree." Elias tilted toward her, leaning in with his whole body before hunching his shoulders and shivering. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't allowed in the woods after dark."
"I'm not." She huffed out a breath, the puff of frosty air doing nothing to dislodge the white blonde hair seemingly glued to her forehead. She'd bleached it the week before on a dare, just like she'd pierced her nose last month and broken in to the library the month before that. "But that's Kelly's stupid rule. She keeps trying to act like she's my mom or something."
"Well, she married your dad." Elias winced when she reached over and smacked him on the back of his head. "Jesus, Shep."
"You're not supposed to take her side. You're supposed to take mine." She sniffled and swiped her hand under her nose. "That's what best friends do."
"Fine, whatever." When Shep sighed, Elias rolled his eyes. "It's a stupid rule and she's a bitch and she should stop trying to act like she's your mom."
"Thank you." The pseudo sniffling immediately stopped and she leaned in to him, her slight frame weighing next to nothing. After a moment, she said, "What are you doing here?"
"Rite of passage." He nodded at the small group clustered around the carefully constructed fire. Albert had insisted they follow all the safety rules for lighting a fire in the woods, reminding everyone of Smokey the Bear's immortal saying. "Supposed to be more people coming. Real party."
"Oh, please." She scoffed, the harsh exhalation shaking her entire body. "You're here because Mandy Jones said she was going to be here. Her and her little group. They're so… ugh." She shook her head before turning to scowl at him. "You couldn't fall in love with some girl who can actually have a conversation for longer than five minutes without mentioning cheerleading or makeup?"
"First, I'm not in love with her." Elias returned her scowl, narrowing his eyes to slits. "We barely know each other." Truth, even though he'd spent countless hours imagining what it would be like to kiss her. "Second, just because she's not fighting the power or whatever you do when you're not pissing off your stepmom doesn't make her stupid. She's really smart."
"Eli, she said it was ridiculous to have the term 'african-american' because if you were born in America you obviously couldn't be from Africa."
"Well." He paused, racking his brain for an explanation even as he winced. "You know, there are a lot of adults who feel the same way. Like we should all just embrace our current culture and let of our heritage."
"Right." Shep snorted and rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She jerked her chin at the fire. "Let's go. Story time."
"Oh, come on." He groaned, digging in his heels half-heartedly when she tried to drag him toward the group. They both knew it would be impossible for her to move him unless he helped. She was a hundred pounds soaking wet, barely topping five feet while he'd gained twenty pounds since school started. The only reason he wasn't as fat as a turkey was the corresponding growth spurt, the new six inches putting him dangerously close to six feet. "Not again. We've heard this thing a million times."
"So this will be a million and one. Come on." She yanked his arm harder, grumbling something under her breath about ogres. "It's tradition to tell the story at every campout. Besides…." She trailed off, smiling up at him and batting her lashes. "I'm pretty sure Mandy finally arrived."
"Well, in that case." He laughed when she gasped, using her moment of feigned shock to scoop her up and toss her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. "You know what's really great about having you as a best friend? You're easy to pick up when we're fighting."
"You're such a troglodyte." Shep pounded on his back with her fists, biting back a scream when he took a step forward. "If anybody sees me, I swear—on my mom's grave—I will make your life miserable for the rest of the year."
He paused, not at the threat, but the oath. After a minute, he dropped her back to her feet, brushing a speck of something off the shoulder of her jacket. They stared at each other, the awkwardness of the silence nearly tangible. Finally, he said, "Sorry, Shep."
"Whatever." Spinning on her heels, she stomped toward the far side of the group, the laces of her combat boots slithering over the dead leaves like a snake. She slid between Albert and Jacob, sneering at something one of them said. Elias watched for another minute before shoving his hands in his pockets and trudging over to join the growing group.
"Hey, Elias." Mandy half walked, half skipped up to him as he neared the fire, linking her arm with his. "I thought you were going to spend all night talking to that weirdo."
"She's not a weirdo." The defense was as automatic as breathing. "Her mom died, remember? Like, right in front of her. She's just, you know, grieving."
"Right." Mandy sighed, the sort of huge, exaggerated sigh Elias knew meant annoyance at his supposed ignorance. His older sister made the same noise every time he asked her a question. "Whatever. I didn't come out to these stupid woods to talk about her." She smiled at him, the fire casting shadows over her normally light and bright face. "I came to hang out with you."
"Dude, we're waiting." Isiah Graves, Elias's second best friend—but number one guy best friend, as Isiah was quick to point out—raised his voice to an almost shout. Since he'd been the one to propose the campout, he'd insisted he get to tell the story of the murder tree. Elias didn't bother reminding him it was a hollow honor. "Story and then party. Rules are rules, man."
"Nobody cares except for you." Jacob Wesson had the honor of being the oldest person in the group by a month and the first to have a voice which didn't crack at random moments. "Just get this boring ass shit over with before I die of fucking boredom."
"Okay, okay." Isiah hunched his shoulders and shuffled his feet, shooting a glare around the group at large before straightening to his full height. "The year was 1748. The town of Mulberry was struggling, just as it had been since the Litz family arrived from Germany with a dream of producing silk and other luxury goods."
"He sounds like a really dorky version of Mr. Young." Mandy's breathy whisper smelled like cinnamon and Elias closed his eyes for a split second, inhaling deeply. When he opened them again, she was watching him with a knowing look.
"Everybody else in the town wanted to use the land for rice, something they could use and sell. But the Litz's refused to give up their dream." Isiah paused, drawing out the attempt at suspense. "Finally, the people of Mulberry decided enough was enough."
Even though everybody knew how the story went, how it ended, every last one of them inched closer. The next part of the tale was always told in a voice barely above a whisper, as if the long dead participants would hear and interrupt to correct the teller on some minute point. Tonight was no exception.
"The entire town, everybody except the children, marched out to the Litz homestead. Josiah Litz tried to talk them down, make them see reason, but he failed." Isiah stepped back and pointed up at a thick limb jutting out from the trunk in a crooked line. "They strung him up here but the fall didn't break his neck. So he watched while the town slaughtered his entire family."
He paused again, the group holding its collective breath. The leaves, long dead but stubbornly clinging to their branches, shivered as a faint wind blew through the forest. Mandy moved closer to Elias and he put his arm around her, ignoring Shep's eye roll.
Isiah waited a beat longer. "Or rather—almost his entire family.
"They forgot the oldest son was returning from New York. Franz Litz had been gone so long, it was possible the town had forgotten he even existed." Isiah rapped his knuckles on the tree trunk, nodding solemnly. "But Josiah hadn't. And while he slowly suffocated to death under the weight of his own body, he swore his family would have their revenge. And they did.
"While the town burned the house and the trees and buried the bodies of the Litz family, Franz, who'd witnessed everything from the safety of the woods, rode in to Mulberry." Isiah stepped back in to the circle, his low voice forcing everybody to move closer in order to hear. "And hung every last child."
The wind gusted through the woods again, stronger this time, the trees rattling their limbs in protest. Somewhere in the distance, some animal let out a single short cry, quickly cut off by the crunching of something larger and more dangerous. Elias glanced around the circle, surprised at the number of pale faces and large eyes, even as he reminded himself it was only a story.
"The townspeople caught him right after he hung his last victim, a baby barely a month old. They hauled him, kicking and screaming, back to the murder tree." As one, they turned to look at the ancient mulberry. "Even as they put the rope around his neck, he fought. His last words before the noose broke his neck were 'A cursed ground bears only poisonous fruit'."
"Or so they say." Jacob snorted and shook his head. "Whatever, dude. Stupid story about a whole bunch of dead people." He nudged Shep with his shoulder and laughed. "Fuck'em. Let's party."
The circle broke up in to smaller groups, twos and threes and fours, each cluster wandering away from the murder tree. Mandy gripped Elias's arm tighter and shivered. "That was so scary, right?"
"Right." He wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or not and the smell of her floral perfume was too distracting for him to try and figure it out one way or the other. "So, uh, did you want to go for a walk or something?"
"A walk?" She laughed and shook her head. "Uh, no." Still laughing, she slipped away from him, reaching up and pushing her shiny lemon-yellow hair behind her shoulders. "I actually need to go talk to Shanna about the routine for the game tomorrow."
"Right." Elias nodded dumbly. "Uh, right. Good luck with that. I'll just… go… talk to Isiah."
Elias hunched his shoulders, stalking over to the base of the murder tree. Isiah studied his face, rocking on his heels before sucking air through his teeth. "Man, that was an epic crash and burn. Epic."
"Shut up." Elias punched him, pulling back at the last second. Isiah was nearly as skinny as Shep but more fragile looking, as if a good solid blow would break him in two. "She had to go do cheerleading stuff."
"Cheerleading stuff." Isiah snorted. "She's such a fucking tease."
"Dude, stop." Elias looked up as another gust of wind shook the branches, a handful of leaves falling down around them like confetti. "Did you have to pick the coldest night ever to do this thing?"
"Nah, that was just luck." The other boy grinned and attempted to wiggle his eyebrows. "Pretty spooky, right?"
"Whatever." Elias nudged him with his elbow. "You bring any good snacks or what?"
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]
Praise for the Book
"I was sucked into the story from the beginning and, while I figured out the ending about halfway through the book, I still enjoyed the ride. The author has done an excellent job of creating authenticity in the legend about the Listz family and the legend is very much a pivotal point of the story. I very much enjoyed the characters of Shep and Eli and how they relate to one another." ~ HR Duby
"Pruitt has an easy style and weaves the darkness into a visual display. I couldn't put the book down and had to find out what happened. I was extremely satisfied with the end, as well as the progression and growth of the characters, or lack thereof. [...] If you are looking for a dark, gritty read, this one is for you." ~ S. L. Dearing
"I have always been a big fan of Pruitt's work and this book did not disappoint. The characters are well planned out and you get enough of a backstory on them to get drawn in. The twists and turns throughout this entire book have kept me engaged since page 1. Let me tell you this book does not disappoint. You fall in love with the story and the characters and is a must read!!" ~ Lauren
"Very entertaining read! The back story was well done, characters felt very realistic for the most part. I would've liked a bit more background story on the character of Isiah but overall a really good story. It definitely kept me wondering what was going to happen next." ~ Melanie V
Guest Post by the Author
The Murder Tree
Those three words above were the tiny little earworm which became Silk. For some reason, those three words kept running through my mind. Gradually, those three words became a sentence and the sentence became a paragraph and ... well, you get the picture. Out of three words, an entire book about betrayal, revenge, second chances, and things that go bump in the night was born.
But why those three words?
In all fairness, I can't say for sure. It might have had something to do with the second half of last year. For the first time in a long time I felt as if I'd hit a wall, both creatively and personally. My sales were down. One of my cats died. I was having relationship problems. In short, life was kicking my ass.
So apparently, I was feeling a little murderous.
Actually, I was feeling very murderous - I just channeled all of it in to writing.
I went slow - I didn't set a release date for a very long time. I changed the way I wrote - instead of first person, I wrote in third, with varying viewpoints. And for the first time, there were no supernatural elements. None. Writing about the murder tree challenged me in a way that hadn't happened in a while.
So I suppose I shouldn't have found it so surprising that writing about the murder tree actually resuscitated my creativity. And while I won't say I'm back to full fighting form, I will say I'm better than I've been in close to a year. I won't go so far as to say writing about murder is therapeutic but, well ... I wouldn't discount the practice, either.
About the Author
L. M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she's killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, the Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.
Posted: 20 Jun 2016 12:00 AM PDT
REVIEW and EXCERPT
Bring Your Own Baker
(Death by Cupcake Book 2)
by D. E. Haggerty
Bring Your Own Baker, the second book in D. E. Haggerty's Death by Cupcake series, has just been released. The author stops by today to share an excerpt from the book. You can also read my review. Also available: Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker (read my blog post).
More books by this author: Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem (read my blog post), Jack Gets His Man (read my blog post), and Love in the Time of Murder (read my blog post).
Anna just wants to earn enough money on the side to buy into the bakery, Callie's Cakes, where she works together with her best nerd pal, Callie. The last thing she expects to see when she walks into Arthur's apartment to do some moonlighting is a blood bath. Callie's ready to jump into the investigation of Arthur's murder, and she's bringing another bakery worker, Kristie, into their hijinks whether Kristie wants to or not. But things aren't as they seem. There are gang affiliations, illegal gambling dens, and ladies of the night to wade through. Will Anna and Callie discover who murdered Arthur, or will Callie's detective boyfriend and Anna's self-appointed protector put a stop to such aspirations?
Come join us at Callie's Cakes, where murder investigations are on the menu, but make sure to bring your own baker, because Anna's a bit preoccupied at the moment.
Warning: This is NOT your mom's cozy mystery. Bring Your Own Baker may be a "clean" read, but if gangs, illegal gambling, and pimps make you turn your nose up at your e-reader, you might want to skip this one. Although you'll be missing some sizzling chemistry between Anna and her protector. Not to mention a whole bunch of witty dialogue.
"Apparently, I'm smart and could take over Arthur's 'position'. Oh, and I'm beautiful." I snort again because really? The bookie must be in dire need of someone to play poker for him if he's calling me beautiful.
"You are beautiful," Logan whispers. Before I can snort again, he places a hand over my nose and mouth. "Baby, how can you not know you're beautiful?"
My eyes widen at his question. "You're serious?" At his nod, I continue. "Because I'm a pink-haired pixie. No one thinks a pixie's beautiful."
Logan's grin is wicked. "I always thought Tinker Bell was hot."
I huff. "Tinker Bell's a fairy, not a pixie."
"Pixie, fairy, whatever." He shrugs. "Hot," he mumbles as his lips find mine. He wastes no time in sticking his tongue down my throat but then abruptly stops. He licks his lips. "Have you been drinking?"
"Vodka." I nod.
"Vodka doesn't taste like coconut."
"It does if it comes out of my freezer," I tell him with no uncertainty.
He rolls his eyes at me. "You're a nut."
"Technically coconut is a fruit, not a nut," I clarify.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]
Praise for the Book
"I loved this cozy mystery! It's a well written book filled with lots of laughs and love. Even looking for a murderer was funny when these ladies get involved in the investigation. The main characters in this novel are absolutely priceless. They definitely drive the story. They were easy to get to know and easy to connect with. Their boyfriends sure help the story along. The fact that they are both big and handsome doesn't hurt either. This is a great series ... " ~ Jo-Anne on Goodreads
"It's adorable, it's funny and it has a mysterious bearded man who just happens to make that look work for him (which is not easy). Add to that a murder, some far from legal actions and some delicious cooking and you've got another great book from D.E. Haggerty."~ Magda on Goodreads
By Lynda Dickson
In this second book in the series, we see the return of all our favorite characters from Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker: Callie and Ben, Detectives Duchamps and Smits, lawyer Fred Advocaat, and baker Anna. Anna has an accounting degree and has been doing some bookkeeping work for computer whiz Arthur. But when Anna finds Arthur dead, she becomes the number one suspect. Sick of police incompetency, Anna teams up with Callie to solve Arthur's murder. Turns out he had some pretty shady clients, all of who become suspects. So Anna and Callie encounter gang members, bookies, illegal poker games, prostitutes, and pimps, but they get a bit of help from an unexpected source. We also get a good introduction to Kristie, who works at the bakery; I have a feeling we might see a bit more of her in the next book.
Narrated in the first person by Anna, the story is sprinkled with cute similes - usually bakery related - as well as candy-coated expletives (e.g., "Sweet sugar cookies!"). Even the chapter names read like the steps in a recipe! My favorite quote: "Having friends you can trust and lean on is ever better than being able to eat cupcakes without gaining weight."
Dena, your mission is complete - I didn't see that ending coming. The story is followed by a recipe for Mocha Fudge Cake with Coffee Icing. I look forward to reading the next in this sweet series.
About the Author
I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom's Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn't flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed.
College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage every once in a while to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law.
Another job change, this time from lawyer to B&B owner and I was again fed up and ready to scream "I quit", which is incredibly difficult when you own the business. Thus, I shut the B&B during the week and in the off-season and started writing. Several books later I find myself in Istanbul writing full-time.
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