Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Tornado Alley Publications New Release -- Belle's Crossing by B.J. Betts -- Giveaway

Today B.J. will be giving away an e-copy of her story BELLE'S CROSSING to one person who leaves a comment on this blog. Be sure and include contact information in your comment for a chance to win!

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In 1909 on All Hallows' Eve, three beautiful young sisters perished in a tragic accident…or was it?  For years, citizens of Council Bluffs, Iowa would report strange sightings around Big Lake Park. Were the sightings due to over active imaginations…or something else? Over one hundred years later, Laynee Rodgers's car accident in the same location takes its toll on her memory, but she knows she isn't crazy. With the help of a psychic, she may remember exactly what happened to her, and unlock a century-old mystery in the process—if she only has the courage!

EXCERPT

    The three girls called out their good-byes as the old horse plodded down the dirt packed road.
    A harvest moon hung in the sky, and a spangle of stars surrounded it. The air felt crisp and clean as Old Blue hauled the wagon along the road.
    “I had the best time in my life,” said Rosie hugging her arms around her middle. She was beside herself with excitement, and wondered how she would get through the hours until Monday.
    “It was a wonderful night, wasn’t it?” added Katy, dreamily. Ty had whispered words of sweet love in her ear as they stood in the darkness of the yard.
    “Mmmhmm,” answered Susie. Her lips still tingled from the good night kiss Kyle had given her.
    As the wagon rounded the bend and passed by Spring Lake, the moonlight struck on the water turning it silvery black. The bit tugged on Old Blue’s mouth as he pulled the wagon up a small incline that led up to the railroad track ahead.
    Off in the distance, the shrill whistle of a train echoed in the night. Susie pulled her pocket watch from her dress pocket and looked down at it. By the light of the moon, she read the time, 9:50. Ahh, they were going to be late. The last thing they needed was to be held up by a long coal train. Pa would skin their hides, for sure. Without a second thought, she gave the reins a hard slap across Old Blue’s rump. The startled horse whinnied in surprise and took off at a gallop. Lickety split, up the incline he ran and onto the tracks.
    A loud cracking sound split the quiet of the night as the wheel of the wagon broke loose. The wagon twisted and turned violently, throwing the three girls beneath it—trapping them under it. Old Blue pulled as hard as he could, trying to free himself of the wagon, but to no avail. It was wedged tight into the grooves of the train tracks.  The shrill whistle of train chugging toward them filled the night.
    Blood dripped down Susie’s cheek as she tried to crawl out from under the wagon. The fabric of her dress held her tight. She reached up to her forehead, only to bring her hand down, now filled with blood. A deep gash marred her pretty face. Slowly, she turned her head in search of her sisters.
    Rosie lay next to her, motionless; and Katy laid nearby. Susie reached out and shook her sister’s thin shoulders. “Rosie, Rosie,” she cried.
    By the light of the moon that crept in through the darkness, she watched as Rosie’s eyes fluttered open.
    “Are you okay, Rosie?” she croaked out.
    “My leg, it hurts,” whimpered Rosie.
    Susie craned her neck to look and see Rosie’s leg. It was wedged into the track and a large piece of wood had gone through her thigh. Blood had soaked the skirt of her dress.
    “Rosie, can you wake up Katy?”
    Rosie turned to her big sister. Katy’s head was at an odd angle. “Katy,” Rosie nudged her shoulder.     Katy’s head lolled back, and she stared unseeingly into her youngest sister’s eyes.
    “Susie, Katy’s eyes are open!” Panic started to fill her voice.  “But she’s not answering me!”  Rosie started to cry. “Momma! I want Momma!”
    “Hush now,” soothed Susie. “We’ll be okay. Pa will come and help us.”
    The shrill whistle of a train broke into the silence. The train was coming, bearing down on them. Fear raced through every inch of the girls’ beings as the train chugged ever closer.
    “We’re going to die!” screamed Rosie.
    “Hush now, Rosie,” whispered Susie.
    Footsteps…she heard footsteps. “Who’s out there? Oh please help us!” she begged.
    She looked out through a small crack and out into the moonlight. She blinked in surprise as she saw a pair of near-black eyes looking back at her.
    “Help us! Oh, help us, please!” she screamed.
    She watched in horror as the man ran away, disappearing into the darkness.

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21 comments:

  1. B.J., what a wonderful ghost story you created, and especially the ending. Loved it!

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    1. Livia, so happy you enjoyed it. I grew up in Council Bluffs, Iowa and had never heard the legend until an old junior high school friend mentioned it last year. Of course the entire story is fictional, but the area around the lake is said to be haunted.

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  2. Barb, this sounds really good. Best of luck with the new release, I'll be picking up a copy!

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    1. Thank you Kirsten for your good wishes. I hope you enjoy reading it.

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  3. OoooH! And it started off so innocently and gently too! I need to know who those eyes belonged to. Werewolf? Vampire? Indian? or something else? Darn it, now I have to add this book to the growing pile of TBR by my bed, I really need to know who owns those eyes!! Good luck!

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    1. Oh I don't want to spoil it for you. I love how your imagination works. Thank you for the good wishes.

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  4. Excellent start to what looks to be a real page turner. Have to get this to see how everything turns out.

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    1. Thank you Sandy for dropping by. I hope you enjoy reading Belle's Crossing as much as I did writing it.

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  5. Oh my! I have goosebumps. Now I just have to know what's going to happen and how it all ends. So nicely done, dang it. My checkbook is groaning. (Grin).

    All the best ot you on this one. You go! Doris

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  6. Hello Doris. Thank you for dropping by and your good wishes. A little bit of scary fun to start out the fall season.

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  7. Even though I'm a total skeptic where ghosts and mediums are concerned, I love to read about them. This was quite a tantalizing excerpt, Barb. Great story line. I wish you everything that's good.

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  8. Thank you Sarah. I was a bit skeptical about ghosts until I moved into my current home 25 years ago. Since the first night we moved in we had strange happenings happen. Different little things have happened throughout the years. Most often when we were painting rooms or moving things around. Our ghost definitely doesn't like change. So if one asks me if I believe in ghosts, I'd have to answer I'm not sure.

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  9. Barbara, your new book sounds spooky and wonderful. I hope I win a copy.

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    1. Lyn Horner is our winner for the free e-book of Belle's Crossing. Thank you Lyn for stopping by. Please message me your information and I will get you the necessary info to get your free copy.

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  10. Thank you Lyn. Thank you for stopping by.

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  11. Sounds intriguing. I look forward to reading it. Best of luck on your book.

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    1. Hello Robyn. Thank you for stopping by and your good wishes.

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  12. I've never heard of this legend either, Barb. Sounds interesting and that may explain why I always get a creepy crawling feeling whenever I have to drive to the airport late at night. Do you suppose........?

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    1. Could be. I did research Big Lake and it seems there was a UFO that crashed into the lake. It was a story in the Nonpareil Newspaper. witnesses said that three men in black suits showed up and took some kind of goo that landed on the dike away. That and my mom said they found a headless woman's body in a 55 gallon drum at the bottom of the lake when she was a young girl. So I guess we all should be having the hairs rise up on the backs of our necks as we drive by.

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  13. Barbara, I definitely believe in ghosts and look forward to reading BELLE'S CROSSING. Good luck.

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  14. Hello Caroline. Thank you for stopping by. I kind of believe in ghosts. I hope you enjoy my story.

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