What you can expect- a book you absolutely can not put down. Right from the first couple of pages, the mystery is there. I love a book that literally sucks me into the story and makes me believe I am the main character. Mr. Wickzorek accomplishes this easily with his character Glory. To me, the hallmark of a good story teller is a book that you think about even when you aren't reading it. My time to read is at night, before I go to bed. All day long I find my mind wandering back to the story, anticipating what will happen as the story unfolds. The very best part? I am completely unable to predict the next event.
Meet the lady herself: Glory Parker
Glory Parker is the
heroine of a new paranormal murder/mystery novel by author Scott Wieczorek. She
is joining us here today to discuss a little bit about herself and the new novel.
So please give her a warm welcome.
My name is Glory
Parker and my author named me in honor of his mother by using her middle name.
I am originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and absolutely love New England in
the fall. There is no greater place on earth for me than that. I just moved to
a small town on the craggy Maine coast called Cragg's Head Cove to live with my
sister and brother-in-law. Things weren't going so well for me in Boston. The
dot-com I worked for went belly-up, and my life started falling apart. I needed
a change of scenery and pace. So I packed up my life and moved.
Q: How are things
working out for you?
Now that I've
moved? I guess things are looking up. I live with my sister, brother-in-law,
and niece, got a job at the local police station, and have a new love interest.
I can't really complain.
Q: Love interest?
Tell us about him.
His name is Jim.
He is a police officer and we've only had a couple dates. But so far things
seem to be looking good. He's a nice guy. And trust me, that's a refreshing
change from the jerks I met in the city. I hope he turns out to be a keeper.
Q: So what's this
about a special ability?
I'm not too sure
about it myself. It still seems to be developing. For some strange reason, I
can see things from the past. But not like in my mind's eye, or anything. Like
I am there. In the moment. Living it! It's so strange, and it is taking some
getting used to.
Q: So tell us a
little about your new home. Tell us a little about Cragg's Head Cove.
Cragg's Head Cove
is a small college town on the coast of Maine. Downeast, near Ellsworth. It's
not too far from Bar Harbor, either. The college in town, Charlotte College,
has become a year-round backbone to the community when the tourists are
off-season. But then again, it's Maine—Vacationland. Tourists are almost never
off-season.
The scenery is
spectacular, and the people are nice. They've become accustomed to people from
away, and thanks to the college, there are plenty of transplants, too. I like
it. It has a much more laid-back pace compared to Boston. It's nice.
Q: Any plans on
making this a permanent move?
I don't know. I'd
like to. Things seem to be looking up for me here. I have a good job, my family
close by, and a little romance. So long as things to fall apart—sure, why not.
Q: Can you tell us
a little bit about the new novel you're in?
Witness Through
Time? Yeah. It's great. I play the heroine in the story and I have to say,
there's not a dull moment. From the beginning, it's go—go— go. Of course, I
can't give away any details. If you want spoilers, you'll have to read the
book. But it's a blast.
Most embarrassing?
Let me think about that. I would have to say nearly drowning to death with my
arm trapped in a cliff has to rank right up there. I have never felt so
helpless before in my life, and that's not like me. I'm usually one tough
character. But my author found a way so that I actually truly needed someone
else. I have to say, it's a first for me.
Thank you Glory
for joining us. For those of you just joining in, this has been an interview
with Glory Parker from the new novel Witness Through Time by Scott Wieczorek.
When Glory Parker moves to the bucolic locale of Cragg's
Head Cove, Maine, she uncovers a mystery that has remained unsolved for more
than fifteen years—the disappearances of four college students with the
perpetrator still on the loose. As the mystery unfolds around her, she becomes
aware of her strange new ability to pierce the veil of time.
Can Glory solve
the mystery before more people disappear?
In case that hasn't convinced you that you need to read this book, here is a little excerpt to entice you:
The glow of
her headlights caught a gleam of metal ahead in the distance. A car was pulled
over to the roadside. Could it be Jim? Did he decide not to head in to the
station, but to wait for her? As she approached, the car came more clearly into
view—definitely not Jim's.
Parked
askew, it appeared the driver had pulled over in haste. The car's headlights
remained on, but its taillights sat dark. She couldn't understand why someone
would drive and abandon a car in such a dangerous way at night.
Against all
her instincts and better judgment, she pulled off the road, grabbed her cell
phone, and shut off her car. As it sputtered to a stop, it became apparent the
other driver hadn't turned his engine off. Had something terrible happened? Its
occupants couldn't be too far away. She reached into her center console and
removed a flashlight before stepping out into the chilly night air.
She dialed
Jim's number, hoping he still had his cell phone handy, but groaned at the dead
air against her ear. A glance at the screen told her all she needed to know—no
bars. How could that even be? She'd just received a text from Jim mere moments
ago. She sighed, debating whether to drive a little further up the road to find
better reception, or a phone booth. But something tugged at her; people
probably needed help, and she couldn't just leave them here. With a shiver
flitting up her spine, she stuffed the phone in her pocket and closed her car
door.
As she
stepped toward the embankment, the hackles stood on her neck. Something about
the whole scene seemed wrong. Except for the low idle of the car, an eerie
solitude settled about the place; not even the tree frogs croaked their mating
songs in the night.
A scream
pierced the stillness. She knew the sound—it didn't belong to any kind of
animal; it belonged to a woman. She pulled her phone from her pocket. She
dialed Jim's number again—still no reception.
Whipping her
flashlight around, she pointed it to where the sound came from. Of course, it
needed to be down the embankment. She slipped her phone into her pocket again;
she would check for reception again later.
With a deep
breath, she made her way down the steep roadside to the leaf-littered forest
floor below. A quick examination of the slope as she went revealed another
fresh path cut through the leaves, and snapped branches. Someone had crashed
through here at high speed. Another scream caught her attention—a female voice,
and definitely in trouble. Glory broke into a sprint, following the voice. She
ran through the woods, branches whipping her face and brush grabbing her
ankles.
"Somebody!
Help me!"
The girl's
scream sounded loud and clear. Something crashed in the leaves ahead, followed
by a groan and sounds of struggle.
"Let me
go, you bastard." The girl's voice echoed through the woods.
"Shut up!"
The angry voice belonged to a male.
As her feet
crashed through the leaves, she heard something like a meaty thud.
Glory
stopped dead in her tracks, reached for her phone, and dialed 9-1-1. She
pressed send—nothing again. Crap! She must still be in a dead spot. The
irony struck her. If she didn't do something soon, then this would certainly be
a dead spot for the girl. She needed to help—one way or another. Glory crept
up, extinguishing her flashlight. She followed the sounds of struggle pierced
by the girl's sobs and squeals.
"Yeah,"
said the male voice, "you go ahead and cry. Ain't nobody gonna help
you." Glory could hear from the sound of his voice that he was enjoying
himself.
The girl
wailed, her voice carrying through the barren trees. The sharp clap of an
open-handed slap echoed through the dark. Another wail flew into the night.
Glory could
see the pair on the ground. The mousy young brunette girl lay on her back with
a young man of average build atop her. He wore a backward
baseball cap and Glory couldn't see his face. They wrestled around as he tried
to pin her hands at her sides. She wriggled her hand free and tried to punch
him, but he grabbed her wrist, trapping it again.
She scanned the ground for anything she could use as a weapon. Ten
feet to her right, lay a long, thick branch, about four-feet in length. Her
heartbeat thrummed in her ears. Sidling like a crab, she slid her phone in her
pocket and picked it up, creeping toward them.
Before she
could reach them, though, the male straightened up, bellowing in pain. He
clutched a hand to his face. Blood covered one of the girl's hands.
About the author:
Scott Wieczorek is a professional archaeologist working in
the American Middle-Atlantic region. He has written numerous short stories and
several full-length novels ranging from science fiction to paranormal mystery
to horror. In addition, he writes reviews of books by Independent authors.
Samples of his work are available on his blog at
wieczorekfictblog.blogspot.com.
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