Virtual Tour: Dragon’s Pearl (Book Four of Sheryl Locke Holmes Mystery Series) by C.L. Exline

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Pearls fell like raindrops from the sky while the dragons fought. Silvery fingers of mist cast eerie shadows upon the ocean waves as the struggle raged overhead. Three beings watched the battle, until they noticed blood on the full moon. Someone would die. They clasped hands and chanted.

Blood on the moon signifies death for some unlucky victim, and someone is gunning for Sheryl. Now, Sheryl and her cohorts must solve the mystery of the haunted music box and a ghost before the killer gets his prey.

Enjoy an excerpt:

When Sheryl’s best friend insists there is a ghost haunting Bridgeside, her soon to be open Bed & Breakfast, Sheryl decides to spend the night to prove Amber wrong.

In no time, Sheryl was snuggled under the covers. The bed felt wonderful, the house was quiet, and soon she dreamed of dragons. The tinny sound of music woke her. Sheryl sat up and rubbed her eyes. The music box was open and it was playing. She closed the lid, went to the doorway, and stepped into the hall. Humming reached her from downstairs. Sheryl hurried to the stairs and saw a woman wearing a flowing gray ruffly dress walking across the foyer, past the staircase, and toward the blue room.

“Brian! Brian! Wake up!” Keeping her hand firm on the banister and her eyes glued on the woman, Sheryl hurried down the steps. “Brian!” With both hands on the sides of the doorway, she leaned in and called out, “Brian!”

He bolted up. His arms and legs were entangled in the blankets. He struggled to get free and fell to the floor.

“Get up, Brian. She’s in here.” Sheryl glanced around but saw no one and flipped on the top light for a better look.

Amber’s screams cut through Sheryl like a knife. She whirled around and raced up the steps. An unconscious Amber lay on the floor. “Brian! Hurry!” Sheryl knelt down and patted Amber’s face. “Wake up, Amber.”
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The sound of screechy music caught Sheryl’s attention. The music box. Torn between wanting to investigate and knowing she should remain, she yelled, “Brian!”

Heavy footsteps heralded Brian’s arrival. “I’m here. What is it?”

“Watch Amber.” Sheryl jumped to her feet and hurried into the red bedroom. The lid she’d shut moments earlier was open. The gold cylinder churned out a chilling tune. She glanced around the empty room before closing the lid. She’d barely reached the doorway when the lid flipped open and once more the music played. Her breath caught. She stared at the music box.

 

AuthorAvatarAuthor of contemporary romance and romantic suspense, sometimes with sizzle and always with a dash of humor. Work for a small town newspaper along the east coast. Creator of Sheryl Locke Holmes Mystery Series published at Wild Child Publishing: Amber’s Mysterious Death, Ruby’s Deadly Secret, Opal’s Disappearance, and the newest release as of Feb. 19 – Dragon’s Pearl. Several short stories published at Ruthie’s Club, The Erotic Woman, Erotic Bookworm, and Justus Roux. Has reviewed over a thousand stories for other authors.

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In keeping with the Halloween theme:

Excerpt:
The house loomed ahead when Sheryl picked up her phone and dialed Jake’s phone number. “Jake, I think Dot’s been tricked, and she’s at Bridgeside.”
“You wait for me,” Jake said.
“I’m almost at the house.”
“Do not go inside. Wait. I’m on my way.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Sheryl, wait for me!”
“If Dot needs me, I have to go in. So you better hurry.” Sheryl slipped the phone in her pocket and parked by the house.
Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the front door was ajar. She got out of her car and slipped on her jacket. She knew it was a trap, waiting for her to spring it, and she had no intention of falling for the ploy. Except she heard Dot screaming. Sheryl raced up the porch steps and shoved open the front door. “Dot! Dot!” She listened, yet heard nothing.
 She remained in the doorway, feet itching to move, hoping Jake would hurry.
 Bloodcurdling screams reverberated from upstairs.
 Sheryl rushed inside and up the steps. “Dot! Where are you? Dot!” Silence. Not sure what to do or where to look, Sheryl waited on the steps of the second floor. “Dot!” Sheryl heard whimpering and with a sinking heart knew it was coming from the attic. Without hesitation, Sheryl made her way to the attic door.
 The whimpers were fading. “Dot! Dot!” Sheryl pounded on the door. “I’m here, Dot. Hold on, please hold on.” She twisted the doorknob from side to side, but it was locked. In frustration, she kicked the door.
 She’d just slid her hand in her jacket pocket when she heard a distinct click. She turned the knob and felt giddy with relief. It was unlocked. “Dot! I’m here.” Sheryl paused knowing that once she stepped inside the room, they would be trapped. A strange noise caught her attention. “Dot?” No reply, nothing except a strange squeaky sound.
 Sheryl hurried into the room and almost fainted. She stared in horror as Dot’s body swung back and forth suspended from by a rope from the rafters. “No! You bastard!” On shaky legs, she hurried to aide Dot. She decided that if Dot wasn’t dead, the least she could do was support her bodyweight until help arrived. She stood on a crate, wrapped her arms around Dot’s body, and lifted. “Hold on, Dot. Hold on. Try to breathe.” Tears burned her eyes and she closed them, wishing that Jake would arrive. Something dropped onto her foot, and Sheryl looked down to see an arm. She screamed. The crate rocked. She stumbled backward, falling to the floor.