Thursday, 11 April 2013

Guest Author Spot - Lynn Spangler

I would like to thank Zanna for hosting me on her blog today.

I’d like to tell you a little about the setting of my story, Whiskey Whispers of the Past.

It takes place in a small town called Jonerstown. The setting of my story has a fictional name but it’s modeled after the town I currently live in. There is a small square in my town that has a few businesses nestled amongst residential homes. In Jonerstown, the square does have varying businesses such as a candle shop, a coffee shop, a post office, and a hair salon. The hero of Whiskey Whispers of the Past purchases an old hardware store and decides to turn it into a music store.

Some buildings are brick clad while others are traditional siding. It’s an eclectic mix of row homes and single residences and businesses. In this case, Jonerstown is a direct reflection of my hometown.

I hope you enjoy exploring the square in Jonerstown.

Thank you, Zanna, for having me here today!


Book Blurb About Whiskey Whispers of the Past:

Kendra thought her life was her store; Chance thought his revolved around his addiction. What if they’re both wrong?

Looking for a new start, Chance Daniels moves from hectic, big city living to a small town in South Central Pennsylvania. He decides opening his own music store on Main Street will help him beat the demons of his alcoholism. He discovers the beautiful business owner from across the street may be the lift he needs to beat his addiction. But little does he know that parts of his past unbeknownst to him are about to come to light. Chance receives strange objects in the mail and the woman he falls in love with is nearly run down by a crazed driver.

Kendra Strafford, owner of Strafford’s Candle Creations, finds herself drawn to the tall, handsome man from Los Angeles after starting a standing weekday coffee date with him. She can’t help but fall in love with him, despite his addiction and the strange happenings that seem to surround him.  Her own brush with death only draws her closer to Chance.

Was her accident just an accident or was it part of a more devious scheme arising from Chance’s hidden past and will they overcome the bizarre occurrences besieging them to explore their developing love?

Excerpt:
     "I hear someone is looking at the old Donaldson's building."
     Kendra peered out the front window of her candle shop, Strafford's Candle Creations, toward the brick fa├žade of the adjacent building. She saw the local real estate agent and her good friend, Nancy Lewis, walking toward the old structure. The converted row house had once contained Donaldson's Hardware Store, which had been a fixture of Main Street, right across from Kendra's establishment.
     "Oh, yeah? I wonder what business someone would put in there," her assistant Deanna commented.
     Kendra frowned as she sipped the now lukewarm coffee then set the cup on the glass shelf beside her. "I don't know. Rumor has it it's someone new to the area. A guy looking to make a fresh start, from what Nancy told me. She said the buyer told her he needed a change of pace and a new locale. Why he'd end up in such a place as Jonerstown is beyond me. This area isn't known as a hotbed of business like York or Harrisburg."
     "I don't know. Jonerstown is a nice town. Perhaps its charm won him over."
     Kendra nibbled her lip — a habit of hers when deep in thought. "Maybe." A quick glance at her watch indicated it was nearly time to open the shop. "How's our merchandise looking? Do we need to restock anything?"
     "No, we're good. I took care of that chore last night while you were in the dungeon replenishing our inventory."
     Kendra stepped to the counter, which was tucked in the back corner of the sales floor. "Really? A dungeon? Where I come from it’s commonly called a basement. Hand me the duster. It's time to open and I haven't completed the dusting yet."
     Glancing around her shop, she surveyed the three rows of gleaming glass shelves filling two walls of the sales floor. Floor units graced the center of her shop, reflecting the brilliance of the morning sun against the ceiling of the store. The shelves were stocked with candles in a vast array of sizes, shapes, colors, and scents. She inhaled, marveling at the combination. Oh, how she loved the fruits of her labor. Every day her wares brought a feeling of warmth and pride.
     She strode to the storefront, unlocked the door, flipped the Closed sign to Open, and went about dusting the shelves while rearranging a candle or two along the way.
     "Wow. You've got to see the guy meeting up with Nancy."
     Kendra spun around, gazed out the window again, and was greeted by a pleasant surprise. The man shaking Nancy's hand stood about six feet tall at a guess. He was dressed in well-worn blue jeans and a black t-shirt that fit snugly over his arms and chest. "Hmm. At least we'll have some eye candy to stare at. He reminds me of a boxer with the trim, muscular build."
     "I like the spiky hair sticking out in every which direction. Too bad we couldn't see his face."
      Yeah, too bad. The body is killer.


Author Bio:
I live in South Central Pennsylvania with my wonderful, loving husband and my beautiful daughter. I also have a son who is currently serving in the U.S. Navy. I have a cat named Kolzig and a dog named Cede who allow us to live with them.

I love to write and read. I also make jewelry when the mood strikes. I'm a huge sports fan. I love football, NASCAR, and hockey. I'm also a bit of a game show freak. I love old game shows from the 70's and 80's like Match Game and $25,000 Pyramid. Television shows like Criminal Minds and The Voice are also favorites of mine.



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