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STORM OF SECRETS: A Haunted Bluffs Mystery by Loretta Marion is on virtual book tour with Great Escapes Book Tours. The tour stops at Readeropolis with an excerpt and giveaway. Enjoy!

About Storm of Secrets 

Storm of Secrets: A Haunted Bluffs Mystery
Paranormal Mystery
2nd in Series
Crooked Lane Books (November 12, 2019)
Hardcover - 327 Pages
ISBN-10: 1643851756
ISBN-13: 978-1643851754
Digital ASIN: B07NTY8L1N

A deadly storm, a missing three-year-old child, a suspicious death, and the eerie presence of the spirits of the dead set the stage for the second mesmerizing installment of Loretta Marion's paranormal suspense series.

A powerful storm descends upon Cape Cod's Whale Rock at the peak of tourist season--and the weekend Cassandra Mitchell's and Daniel Benjamin's wedding is set to take place at The Bluffs, the magnificent Victorian mansion Cassie inherited from her family. In the wake of the storm's destruction, three-year-old Lucas Kleister goes missing--and the body of small-time drug dealer Lee Chambers is found in a restaurant dumpster. Now, the WRPD are faced with a murder to solve, a missing child to find, and the aftermath of one of the worst storms in recent memory.

While aiding with the clean-up and helping the displaced, Cassie has been receiving cryptic messages from the spirits of her great-grandparents, Percy and Celeste Mitchell, the original residents of The Bluffs. At first, the messages are benign, but soon, they begin to point to something more sinister. As Cassie works to decipher their meaning, the specter of a mysterious local legend surfaces. The tale of Barnacle Boy--and what happened to him during another destructive storm decades earlier--will weave through the desperate search to find Lucas and the identity of a killer.

"Modern and historic mysteries collide in Marion's bittersweet storytelling." Kirkus Reviews 
“[A] gripping sequel...Marion seamlessly weaves the multiple story threads together. Fans of tales of regional intrigue will be satisfied.” —Publishers Weekly

Whale Rock Village, Massachusetts

The storm was fast descending on Whale Rock, and the harbor area was a chaotic scene, with volunteers scurrying about to secure boats and evacuate the last remaining stubborn beach dwellers…

Evelyn Hilliard ascended the public access steps from the beach, holding the hand of a young tow-headed boy who looked to be about six.

“This is Nicholas,” she told us, to which the boy nodded shyly.

“You came into the gallery with your family a couple days ago, didn’t you?” Lu chatted with the boy for a moment while Evelyn took me aside.

“Mom was beside herself because she couldn’t find little Nicholas. She has her hands full with four little ones.”

“That’s a large brood to manage alone,” I sympathized.

“George and I were rounding up stragglers, and we stopped by to check on them. They’re at The Lookout.” She pointed her thumb in the direction of one of the most coveted rentals in town, with its beautiful large roof deck and private steps down to the beach. “George helped her get the others to the inn while I went looking for this one. He was just standing at the edge of the water, staring out at the sea as if he was hypnotized.” She glanced over at him. “It was a little spooky.”

As Evelyn was telling me this, a metallic blue Porsche SUV pulled to a stop beside us, and out hopped an attractive, well-dressed man.

“Daddy!” Nicholas called out to his father.

“Hey, Bud.” The tall, slim man lifted the boy for a hug, then set him down again, looking around, confused. “Where’s Mommy?”

“I’ve got her and the other boys up at the inn,” Evelyn said.

The man took off his glasses to wipe away the mist. “I’ll drive up and get them out of your hair.”

“The inn will be a more comfortable place for you to wait out the storm. We’ve got a generator and lots of food and water. Even some games and toys.” Evelyn smiled sweetly down at the child.

“Daddy.” The little boy tugged at his father’s shirt.

“Just a minute, buddy.” Then to Evelyn, “I think we’d be fine staying where the boys are used to being.”

“This storm may be upgraded to a hurricane, and Hilliard House has withstood many of those,” I assured him.

“Your rental is much more exposed. That deck might tear loose and take the roof with it,” Evelyn warned. “You’ll be safer with us.”

A Whale Rock police cruiser pulled up, and Brooks hopped out, waving his hands at us as if herding a group of goats. “Let’s get a move on.”

“Okay,” Matthew reluctantly agreed. “Let’s go, Nicholas.”

“But Daddy,” the child pleaded, “I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“Later.” Nicholas cast a frightened look down to the beach. “Don’t worry, Bud. We’ll be okay. Let’s go be with Mommy, Lucas, and the twins.”

“No, Daddy.” It was barely a whisper.

Matthew squatted down beside his son and kindly but firmly said, “Nicholas, we are going right now. Understand?”

“Yes,” Nicholas said, but I didn’t think Matthew could see the one lone tear trailing down his son’s cheek as he lifted him into the backseat booster.

“I’ve just got to collect my laptop from the house first,” Matthew told Evelyn.

But it was Brooks who answered. “Five minutes.” He then turned to me and said, “Let’s get you home.”

“I’ll go try to drag my fiancĂ© away from his precious boats.”

As I made my way down to the docks, from a distance I could see a woman gesturing wildly as Daniel was adding extra tie-down lines to one of the touring boats, waving a piece of paper at him, but he just shook his head.

“Here, let me help,” I yelled down to Daniel, and he handed me the end of the rope, which I secured to the cleat with a bowknot. “What was that all about?”

“What?” He was distracted by his efforts.

“That woman you were just talking with?” We were shouting to be heard over the waves crashing against the docks.

He glanced toward town, but the woman had disappeared. “She’s looking for someone. Nobody I recognized.” The wind gusts were making it hard for him to grasp the lines.

“We should go now,” I insisted.

“I’d’ve been done long ago if that damn Wes Creed had shown up to help. And yesterday, he skipped out early.” He pulled a tarp up over the boat and began to tie it down. He had no patience for the human resources aspect of his new role as business owner.

“Wishing you were back at the Bureau?”

He looked up and said, “Never. I’m exactly where I want to be. Just not in the midst of a hurricane.”

“Hurricane Cassandra is what Lu is calling it.”

“It appears Mother Nature wasn’t too keen on our getting hitched.” It was a cavalier remark, but it left me briefly wondering if there was something more behind it. Like me, Daniel had been married before; was he reluctant to try again? The vibration of a heavy tread on the already swaying dock pushed aside that momentary flash of insecurity. I looked behind me to see Brooks purposefully striding toward us.

I raised my hands and called out. “We’re leaving now.”

Daniel finished tying off the tarp and stood, wiping his face with his sleeve. The wetness was no longer only due to sweat from the August heat and humidity. The storm clouds had begun to release large drops of rain.

Brooks beckoned impatiently and yelled, “The tides are rising, and with this surf the road out to The Bluffs will soon be impassable.”

“We’re outta here,” Daniel said as we walked at a brisk pace in the direction of his car.

“Actually, Cassie needs to go,” Brooks took hold of Daniel’s arm, “but I could really use your help. We have an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency?” I asked.

“A missing child emergency.”

About Loretta Marion
Loretta Marion
A true bibliophile, Loretta Marion's affection for the written word began in childhood and followed her like a shadow throughout her life as she crafted award-winning marketing and advertising copy and educational brochures. She then applied her writing skills as a volunteer, establishing a Legacy Story program for hospice patients, which inspired her to create her own fictional stories. Her debut novel, The Fool's Truth, is a twisty mystery set in Maine. Her Haunted Bluffs Mystery Series is set on Cape Cod and was introduced by Crooked Lane Books in 2018 beginning with HOUSE OF ASHES. Her newest release, STORM OF SECRETS, is the second book of the series.

When not whipping out words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled up with a delicious new book. Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey.

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  1. Love the cover! Thanks for being a part of the tour!

  2. Enjoyed reading the excerpt and can't wait for the opportunity to read this book on my TBR list. Neat cover!
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