Friday, May 31, 2013

The Wishing Well Curse by Lynn Donovan: Tens List: Juniper Grove Tour Stop


This was so much fun, I couldn’t limit myself to just one.  

What are 10 items on your bucket list?
Travel in Europe.
Sleep in a castle.
Drive to Maine, have a lobster dinner, drive back by a different route. (I live in SW Kansas)
Attend a teardrop campers gathering in the Redwoods in California.
Learn to cook like a gourmet chef
Go into outer space, maybe even to a planet or a moon!
Go on a Barefoot Cruise Ship. (They are windjammer ships and you can help with the crew details or not, it’s up to you.)
Meet and become friends with Steven King.
Build and live in a log home (we are doing this in two – three years!)

Name 10 dead people you wish you had known.
Jesus (although I know him in my heart and my Bible)
Mark Twain
King David
Mae West
Jules Verne
Davy Crockett
King Solomon
Lucille Ball
Professor Dumbledore (you didn’t say they had to be real)

What 10 things do you most enjoy?
My grandchildren
Spending time with my husband
Cooking interesting dishes
Spending time with my children
Writing: creating new stories, ideas, characters
Thunder storms and rain
Traveling to places I’ve never been
Meeting people who are different than me. (by that I mean, different background, from a different state or country, different culture, stuff like that.)

Title:  The Wishing Well Curse
Author:  Lynn Donovan
Published:  April 15, 2013
Word Count: 64,000
Genre:  Christian Gothic/Paranormal
Content Warning:  G-Rated
Zeke Clay is down on his luck. He’s lost everything—an apartment, an education, a girlfriend, his job…

When a mysterious letter comes from a law firm in Colorado, he decides things just might be looking up. Now he stands to inherit a fortune, but it comes with a price. He must break a family curse and restore true love. What does he know about breaking a curse? And who is this Great Uncle Luther Clayton, who claims Zeke is the one? Can he piece together the clues left by his dearly departed?

Who can he trust? The Apache Indian attorney? Her great nephew? The leather-clad, Harley riding Pastor? Least of all, himself?

What about the Ghosts?

…And why does his three-year-old tattoo bleed every time he gets near the wishing well?

Zeke merged onto Hwy 71 East. He needed to find a truck stop and settle in for the night. He stared at the sedan in front of him. Suddenly, the car fish-tailed, it spun a full three-sixty and crossed two lanes. He slowed his car and eased over to the shoulder. As the sedan careened into the soft shoulder it began to flip end over end and skid on its side through the grass and weeds. It slid into a water-filled ditch and rolled over onto its top as it disappeared into the black, murky water.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Zeke shouted as he jumped from his car.
Circular waves radiated from where the car had landed. He blinked against the acrid stench at the water’s edge and waited. Where was the driver? No bubbles. Nobody broke the surface. Nothing.
“OH MY GOD!” He had to go in that God-awful water. He had to help. He wasn’t licensed. He wasn’t legally obligated and yet—he was. He gingerly stepped into the water. His Doc Martens were fine for greasy floors. Not so great in slimy mud. He slipped and fell backward. Black mud oozed between his fingers as he fought for purchase. When he tried to stand up, he slid down to his thighs. Putrid water soaked into his clothes and splashed up toward his face. Nothing in clinicals had ever smelled this bad. Maneuvering himself best he could toward the center of the ditch, he reached for the car. When his hand touched metal, he took a deep breath and sunk underwater.
Submerged in the green-black water, he could not see. It was disorienting. He found a door handle and pulled it open. Reaching inside, he felt the steering wheel. He concentrated on finding the driver. When his hand reached a potential body, he dug into whatever material he could and pulled with all his might. Something held it tightly in place. The seat belt.
Zeke’s lungs felt ready to burst. He pushed back away from the car and rose to the surface. After he sucked in a deep breath, he returned to the open door. With his fingers, he found the seatbelt latch, and pushed and squeezed until it finally released. Once again, he dug fingers into a shirt and pulled with all his might. This time the guy came with him. The bottom of his shoes slipped against the slimy ditch wall. He fell back against the sedan.
Oh, Jesus. Please help me. He shoved himself away from the car. Somehow his shoes took hold and he pulled the limp body along with him. One step at a time, he dragged himself and the guy until they were both on the grass.
The man lay motionless. Zeke scanned the darkening highway. No cars. No headlights. He pressed two fingers on the guy’s carotid artery. No pulse. He put his ear on the guy’s chest. No heartbeat. And he definitely wasn’t breathing.
“I’ve only done this on Sim-Sam—but I know what I’m doing.” He intertwined his fingers, one hand over the other, and started pumping the chest while counting. “One-one thousand, Two-one thousand, Three-one thousand, Four-one thousand…”
Dusk faded to night. Where was everybody? Why wasn’t somebody coming? “God, please, help me.”
Why he was even saying that at all? Desperate times, desperate measures. Nonetheless, he kept counting and hoping.
Shimmering lights appeared on the horizon. He squinted and prayed they’d stop.

Lynn writes from her heart and five decades of experiences she has accumulated as daughter, wife, mother of four, and grandmother of seven when creating her stories. She categorizes herself as the “sandwich generation” because she is caring for her mother who has Alzheimer’s and is one child away from an empty nest. Besides blogging, Lynn enjoys reading and writing mainstream fiction and speculative fiction, but you might find a historical romance among her collections as well. She currently lives in Southwest Kansas but looks forward to building a home in Colorado. She attends a Creative Writing class at the local college to sharpen her talents and increase her creative juices.

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
GRAND PRIZE: Signed print copy of The Wishing Well Curse, a Bracelet and Bookmark inspired by the book. (US Only)

SECOND PLACE: $20 Winner's Choice of Gift Card to Amazon or B&N (or even PayPal Cash) (INT).


Shadowwolf said...

This was a wonderful post. I love learning more about authors that touch my heart with their wonderful stories. :)

MsDamnkitty said...

thank you for the giveaway!!

donna murphy said...

Thanks for the great giveaway. Love the blurb I read!! Keep up the great work!!!

Crystal Blood said...

Lovely cover! Thanks so much for the preview and giveaway :)

Dayna Janzen said...

Hi, thank you for the synopsis of the Wishing Well Curse. I had never heard of this book until today (because of this post) and it sounds like something I would read! I love reading indie authors and discovery new ones to read!! Thanks!