Please welcome C.L. Kraemer author of Shattered Tomorrows based on a real life drama that happened in Salem, Oregon 30 years ago.
First let's learn a little bit about Christie.
C.(hristie)
L. Kraemer
Aka
Celia
Cooper
C. L. Kraemer is a wanderer, a way of life started
when her father served in the U.S. Marine Corp. She’s carried on the tradition
seeing most of the continental United States as well as Hawaii and Alaska.
Three contemporary romance novels written under the nom de plume,
Celia Cooper: Old Enough to Know Better;
Sun in Sagittarius, Moon in Mazatlan; and If Only were gifts from the writing gods. A fourth novel, Cats in the Cradle of Civilization, written
as C. L. Kraemer is her first venture to the mystery genre. Wings ePress, Inc. is the publisher of
these four offerings.
Healthy Homicide, the October 2008 launch book for a new
publishing house, RoguePhoenixPress,
picks up the torch again in the mystery world. In February 2010, she
contributed writings to two Valentine’s Anthologies at RoguePhoenixPress: A
Valentine Anthology, with The Lending
Library and A Different Kind of
Valentine with The Prize.
She completed the base story in a Dragon fantasy series, Dragons Among Us, for RoguePhoenix Press. The second in the
series, Dragons Among the Eagles,
was released June 2011.
Meadows of Gold,
another faerie story, was released March 2011 as part of A St Patrick’s Day Tale. A
novel based on one of the first mass shootings, which took place in Salem,
Oregon in 1981, Shattered Tomorrows,
was released August 2011. Currently in the works for publication is a commuter
book featuring a motorcycle poker run, Joker’s
Wild, and the third in the dragon series, Dragons Among the Ice.
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Blurb
Excerpt
Eight
The door slammed, the sound echoing against the bare walls. A slumped figure shuffled in the room and plunked down a green garbage bag, aluminum cans clinking noisily. Each lock slid satisfactorily into the matching bolt receptacle. He trundled to the kitchen area and threw the bag in a corner populated by similar green holders.
Leaning over the sink taking great care not to touch the counter, he used his index fingertip and thumb to turn on the hot water faucet. He proceeded to stick his hands under the scalding liquid holding them in position until he saw the dark spots before his eyes that usually signaled he was about to pass out. With a forefinger, he stopped the flow of the steaming liquid and stood letting the liquid drip off his hands into the sink.
“Must be more careful next time. Can’t… touch… anything. Flower…”
He shuddered.
“…DDT. Door has millions of germs.”
His eyes darted wildly about the room as his feet began moving.
The extensions at the end of his arms were swollen an angry red. Skin had begun to blister and peel, and he knew if he bumped them they would bleed. But he needed to go—really bad.
Bleeding was acceptable. It would flush away the poison. Wetting himself was not. It would result in punishment. He flinched at the memories of childhood so vivid he could feel the sting of the belt leather and unconsciously gritted his teeth against the sharp pain of the buckle hitting his raw, wet skin.
He walked stiff legged to the small bathroom. After relieving himself, he examined his throbbing hands. They hadn’t bled. He must be toughening up.
Richard would have to be tough if he was to protect Lucy from the danger.
He growled through a grimace.
“Why don’t they learn? If she surrounds herself with evil, I’ll be forced to protect her from those forces.
“They only seek the pure ones.”
He gingerly pulled the shirt over his head tossing it in the trashcan when he’d freed himself from the material. His jeans followed.
“Poisoned, deadly, bad.”
Turning every light in the small studio apartment on, he curled up on his plastic wrap covered couch. He drew his knees to his chest shivering in the cold room.
“Need to turn on the heat.”
“NO! Germs, poison.”
He lay shivering until his eyes closed and he floated to the land free of worry.
A new face invaded his sleep time. That bartender from Lucky’s, Gregg. This was one he needed to keep an eye on.
Richard could sense the danger. In his dream world, he warned the Lady Lucy and she came to his side after he ran his blade through the evil Gregg.
He needed to be cautious and watch the man. His Lady Love was in danger.
The Angels wrote A VALENTINE'S ANTHOLOGY, which contains three novellas. Each story has its beginning or end around and concerning Valentine's Day. Sable's story is about the fae people. It's an adventure you won't want to put down.
