About the Author. . .
Luisa Buehler, a native of the Chicago area and owner of Wide Scope Staffing Services, published her first novel, The Rosary Bride: A Cloistered Death, in May 2003. She is a Docent at Brookfield Zoo and a Boy Scouts of America trained leader. The second book in her Grace Marsden Mystery Series, The Lion Tamer: A Caged Death was released in August 2004. Her series follows the ‘cold case’ of bygone crimes using a blend of charming savvy, romance, a touch of the supernatural and of course, murder. Her third book in the series, The Station Master: A Scheduled Death is due out in the fall of 2005. Luisa lives in Lisle, IL, with her husband Gerry, their son Christopher, and the family cat Martin Marmalade.
A description of The Lion Tamer: A Caged Death by Luisa Buehler appears below.
|
|
 |
|
The Lion Tamer: A Caged Death by Luisa Buehler
Book Description
Wagons rolling, flags furling, horns blaring, the circus comes to town. Children chase the wagons, daring for a glimpse of exotic, wild creatures. The big cats roar, sending shivers through the crowd, but they edge closer demanding to be scared, knowing they are safe. And then a skeleton is found in a bygone relic. Is anyone safe?
Grace Marsden fights the lure of a decades old mystery surrounding a circus wagon, a phantom lion and human bones uncovered at the local zoo. But when a dead woman sends her a letter and a dead man ends up in her neighbor’s yard, she can’t ignore the lion tamer and his tale. Legend, fact, or fantasy? Grace needs to find out fast, before she becomes his current prey.
The Lion Tamer: A Caged Death, by Luisa Buehler, begins as follows:
Chapter One
The message on my answering machine played simply enough. Nine single syllables that conveyed a volume of possibilities. I replayed the entreaty three times, “Grace, I need your help. Call me at home.” Normally a call from Karen Kramer, my best friend, didn’t send me into a state of confused hopefulness. Karen and I had met at Regina College more years ago than either of us admits to easily. Our friendship started for all the right reasons and remained steadfast through every crisis. So with that said, why were my fingers fumbling with the replay button? Karen and I hadn’t spoken to each other in three months. My mind raced from one plausible possibility to the next, in the few seconds it took Ameritech to spin their fiber optics and connect my call. It rang, once, twice. Maybe she wasn’t home. As fast as my mind ran down the possibilities, my fingers flew over a length of yellow yarn tied to the telephone cord. I am obsessive-compulsive about some things. When I’m nervous I calm my jitters by braiding. Phone calls can bring unsettling news, ergo the braid on the cord. I twisted two previous cords into grotesque uselessness before I added the yarn. Three rings. My underarms tingled with the sudden release of sweat. “You have reached 555--” Thank God, I thought. Her machine picked up. I took a deep breath to calm my voice as the message continued and waited for the beep. “Karen, this is…” “Grace, don’t hang up. I’m here.” “Hello,” was my tentative approach. I wasn’t feeling brilliant. “Thanks for calling back. I mean, I wasn’t sure if you would.” “Sure I would. I’m surprised to hear from you…but happy.” A soft chuckle greeted my response. “How are you?” I wondered if Karen heard the caution in my voice. “It’s still hard, without them, you know. I’m getting better. I’ve wanted to call you for awhile now, but I wasn’t sure what to say.” Her pause was so long; I felt I should say something soothing or conciliatory. Karen’s voice filled the line before I could speak. “Anyway, Hannah is in town for a few weeks. Of course, you know that. What I mean is, she said I should call.” This time I didn’t wait for the pause. “I’m glad you did. I’ve missed
_________________________________________________________________
The Lion Tamer: A Caged Death, by Luisa Buehler, ©2004. All rights reserved.
|
|
Want to send in your information? Use this handy form as a checklist!
Comments or Questions? Don't wait; contact me now!
The opinions and information provided by this guest author are those of the author, and are not necessarily those of the host, Terri Kay. All copyrights reserved. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ©2004-2005 Terri Kay. All rights reserved. Terri Kay, PO Box 2861, Elkhart, IN 46515 main@terrikay.com
|