Happy Thursday, Everyone!
I hope you are all having a great week. Today, I have one of my favorite authors, Elizabeth Meyette taking over my blog. Elizabeth Meyette, author of The Cavanaugh House is here to tell us about Buried Secrets: Sequel to The Cavanaugh House. I'm reading Buried Secrets now and it is fantastic.
Elizabeth welcome. My blog is all yours...
Thank
you for inviting me to your blog today, Nancy. I’m so excited to share the news
of my latest release, Buried Secrets:
Sequel to The Cavanaugh House.
Like The
Cavanaugh House, Buried Secrets is
set in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York in 1968. Many readers ask
why I set the book in 1968 rather than today, and I have a couple of reasons.
1.
Write
What You Know
I
hate to reveal my age, but I was alive and living the life of a carefree teen
in 1968. I was shaped and inspired by the music of that era: The Beatles, The
Rolling Stones, yes, even The Monkees. But also by protest music such as “War”
(What is it good for? Absolutely nothin’) by Edwin Starr and “Abraham, Martin
and John” by Dion. I loved that era of awakening and “give peace a chance.”
The
Women’s Liberation Movement was waging its battle back then, and my
protagonist, Jesse, is dedicated to the Woman’s Lib philosophy. I think we’ve
lost sight of just how important that fight was to get women where we are
today—though we still have a way to go. All of this informed my writing of both
The Cavanaugh House and Buried Secrets.
2.
Technology
The
main reason I set my books in 1968 rather than today was the lack of instant
communication. When Jesse gets into dangerous situations, which this stubborn
red-head does quite often, she can’t pull out her cell phone and call or text
for help. I was able to build suspense and ratchet up the peril because she was
stuck where she was, alone. She had to use her brains and critical thinking
skills (yes, I was a teacher) in order to figure a way out with no help. I
think that increased the odds against her and made her a stronger protagonist.
I hope
readers will enjoy Jesse’s story. Oh, and then there’s Joe…
Buried
Secrets blurb
When
Jesse Graham almost runs over a “body” in the road one night, she is plunged
into a labyrinth of secrets, lies and murder. All Jesse wants is a simple life
teaching at St. Bart’s… and a chance at love with Joe Riley. She realizes that
plan has been thwarted when puzzling occurrences at St. Bartholomew Academy for
Girls get increasingly dangerous. The danger doesn’t just spring from the ghost
who haunts the grounds of St. Bart’s, but from a sinister presence that is not
ghostly at all. As she digs into the mystery, threats on her life and the life
of her student escalate.
Which
danger threatens her life the most? The ghost haunting her student or the
secrets buried in the school?
Buried Secrets excerpt:
Labor Day, Monday, September 2,
1968
Jesse Graham squinted through the windshield wipers
at the rain-swept road ahead of her. In her twenty-eight years, she had never
liked being out in a thunderstorm, and this one was a doozy.
“NASA plans to put a man on the moon next year, but
nobody can invent windshield wipers that work in a downpour,” she grumbled.
She hadn’t meant to work until after sunset, but
she’d obsessed with putting up creative bulletin boards and adding final
touches to the course guides to be ready for the first day of school tomorrow.
Though she had taught in Rochester for five years, no doubt her obsession
stemmed from the fact that she was the newest faculty member at St. Bartholomew
Academy for Girls.
Adjusting to the late-summer darkness was hard
enough, but add this thunderstorm and visibility was nil. At least upstate New
York didn’t suffer through tornadoes or hurricanes. She gripped the wheel,
concentrating on avoiding the deep ditch carved out along the shoulder.
A flash of lightning revealed a shape sprawled in
the middle of the road ahead. She leaned forward, as if that would help her see
if it was a deer someone hit and left to die. Another bolt of lightning
illuminated the shape again, revealing blonde hair spread out on the wet
pavement. In a moment of clarity—at least she could always count on that oddity
in the midst of panic—she knew it was not a deer. Downshifting, she slammed on
the brakes, her 1965 Volkswagen Beetle skidding sideways. She broke out in
prickles of sweat as her car thudded against the form and halted.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” she cried out.
She was pinned to her seat. Her
legs shook, then her whole body. She fumbled for the door handle, unable to
find it at first. Finally, she grasped it, threw open the door, and scrambled
out onto the road. The sky strobed as a lightning bolt slammed into a nearby
tree. Her nose stung with the acrid smell of sulfur. Her knees buckled, but she
recovered, stumbling toward the immobile form. Slowing her pace, she neared the
cloth-draped figure, afraid it might leap up and attack her. Afraid it might
not move at
all.
Trembling, she dropped to her knees beside the form.
Bile rose in her throat at the sight of long, blonde hair streaming out from
beneath the gray wool blanket that covered the shape. Pulling the blanket back,
she gasped.
Have I just killed someone?
A blonde wig was perched atop a dummy fashioned from
burlap stuffed with hay. What the...? Slowly, she realized what she was
looking at. She breathed with relief. But her relief was short-lived.
Son of a bitch. This prank could have sent someone
flipping end over end. Storms
weren’t known to improve traction.
“Who the hell would pull a rotten trick like this?”
She looked around—was the perpetrator standing just
off in the trees beside the road? Rain spattered against her hair. As she
brushed the clinging ringlets from her eyes, she pulled up the hood of her
nylon poncho. Heart pounding, she leaned back on her heels, inhaling deeply to
still her trembling. Hot breath escaped through her flared nostrils. Grabbing
the dummy, she wrapped the blanket around it and lugged it to the car.
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About
Elizabeth Meyette
Believer in dreams-come-true and self-confessed
chocoholic, Elizabeth Meyette is the author of four novels. The Cavanaugh House and its sequel, Buried Secrets, are mysteries set in
1968 in the Finger Lakes region of New York State. Love’s Destiny and Love’s
Spirit, are historical romances set in colonial Virginia.
Elizabeth is an Amazon Best-selling author, a
PAN (Published Authors Network) member of Romance Writers of America, a member
of Sisters in Crime and a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and
Illustrators.
Before pursuing her writing career full time,
Elizabeth taught English, Journalism, and Library Science/Technology in
Midland, Michigan. After retiring from teaching, Elizabeth embarked on her
writing career full-time and, in addition to her four novels, has published
poetry, magazine articles and her blog site, Meyette’s Musings. A friend said of her, “You haven’t retired, you’ve
refired!” She is currently working on her fifth and sixth novels and three
picture books.
Elizabeth and her husband Richard live in west
Michigan where they enjoy the beauty of the Great Lakes. They have an agreement
that she cannot cook on writing days after he endured burnt broccoli and
overcooked chicken. Fortunately, Richard
is an excellent cook.
Elizabeth’s
books are available on her Author Page at Amazon. com
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That's it for today. Elizabeth it is always a pleasure hosting you on my blog. I wish you the very best success. If anyone has any questions for Elizabeth Meyette please don't be shy. You can comment below in the comment section, or if that doesn't work for you, please leave your note HERE, my blog email, and I'll past it alone.
Have a great weekend. I hope you find the time to read a wonderful book.
Hugs to all,
Nancy C. Weeks
