Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Devil's Music by Pearl R. Meaker Virtual Tour and Giveaway


Pearl will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

The Devil’s Music
by Pearl R. Meaker

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BLURB:

Emory Crawford doesn't do martial arts nor is she an athletic, leggy woman who is built like a model. She's a wife, grandmother, and empty nest lover of crafts, reading, birding and bluegrass music.

When an acclaimed scholar, best-selling author and fellow bluegrass musician is found murdered on the Twombly College campus where her husband teaches chemistry and forensics, Emory takes up her knitting caddy, to help her channel the spirit of Miss Marple, and heads off to help solve the crime.


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EXCERPT:

“Here you go, Dr. Dawson. I loved your book and I’m looking forward to hearing you speak about it.”

“Of course you are, I’m the best speaker in the Midwest Anthropological Studies Society.”

Archie puffed himself up.

Myra shoved a map at him, pointed out Oglethorpe Hall where his room was, and after a few more self-promotional comments from Archie, he and Naomi, his teaching assistant, left.

“Pompous ass.”

I heard Myra’s mutter and stifled my own giggle. It was exactly what I was thinking.

“He really is the most arrogant man I know.”

The voice made Myra and I both jump.

I looked at the woman. Straight, shoulder length brown hair framed a pleasant face that showed genuine concern. I glanced at her feet. Birkenstocks peeked from beneath her long moss-green shift dress. No wonder she’d snuck up on us.

“No problem.  Welcome to Twombly College.” I   smiled. “We hope you enjoy your visit to our campus.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled in return before turning to Ms. Fordyce at the registration table. I sat down and watched them over the top of another brochure.

“Arrogant barely scratches the surface of Archibald Finlay Dawson, Cameron.” Myra lowered her voice just a bit. “He’s arrogant to the point that he never notices how many people hate him.”

“People don’t hate him.” The younger lady tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear. “They envy him.”

“I’m not so sure there’s a difference between the two, Cam.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Pearl R. Meaker is an upper-middle-aged, short, pudgy homemaker, mother, and grandmother who in 2002 became a writer. Initially writing fanfiction she soon tried original fiction at the encouragement of her regular readers. She has been a life-long lover of mystery stories and automatically went to that genre for her first book, The Devil’s Music. She and her husband of nearly 40 years live in central Illinois. They both love bluegrass music, playing fiddle and banjo and singing. Pearl also does many crafts –  when she’s not reading or writing - knitting, crochet, origami, needlepoint, and cross-stitch among them. She also enjoys birding and photography and is a former fencer.

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