The Sydney St. John Mysteries by Cary Osborne Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Oklahoma
Winds
The
Sydney St. John Mysteries Book 1
by
Cary Osborne
Genre:
Mystery
In
Oklahoma, spring brings storms raging across the American prairie,
too often spawning tornadoes that lash the land. But this spring
Sydney St. John finds herself fighting for her life against another
danger, one from the past. When her intern's body is discovered in
the archives processing room, everyone wants to believe the girl's
death was an accident or a horrible mistake. But Sydney sets out to
discover whether the cruel murder of today resulted from another
crime committed nearly seventy years earlier, searching for clues as
only an archivist can. Her search leads her to another danger,
different, in the person of Ben Bartlett, grandson of the creator of
the very collection at the center of the mystery. Is he to be her
lover? Or her murderer?
OKLAHOMA
WINDS is an engrossing thriller that reveals the inexorable links
present-day events (and crimes) always have to the past. We are
forever connected to the history that brought us to where we are now,
and unraveling the tangled truths of that history can shed a
brilliant light on who we have become. Yes, OKLAHOMA WINDS is a
murder mystery, and a fascinating one. But it's also a testament to
the power of the past over our lives. Having had some experience with
research librarians and archivists, I've always known they were some
of the most brilliant (yet unsung) detectives among us . . . and the
protagonist of OKLAHOMA WINDS is long-overdue proof of that. Sydney
St. John does for archivists what Indiana Jones did for
archaeologists -- and I can't wait to see what mysteries she'll
tackle next!
--Brad
Denton, author of Blackburn and Sergeant Chip
Brownie
whined from under the chair and Bartlett reached down to pat the old
dog’s head. She was part hound, part German shepherd, and a
few other parts thrown in. They had been together for eight
months and she was old and weary. In spite of her age and
arthritis, Brownie kept up, refusing to take a day off. But
tonight, she took advantage of her species and had curled up under
the chair, snoring every so often, but rarely shifting position.
When she did, she moaned with the pain in her joints. Bartlett
wished he could curl up somewhere, too, particularly in his tent set
up in the field behind the general store. But as sleepy as he
felt, he knew he would not be able to sleep. He did feel
responsible for the girl’s disappearance, even though he had no
idea where she had gotten to. She wasn’t old enough to run
off with a beau and it didn’t seem likely that she would want to
sabotage the movie, for her own sake if not for others. The
deputy came up to the sheriff and handed him pieces of paper that
looked like telegrams. Clyde unfolded them and read only a moment. He
looked from Bartlett, who had leaned forward so the chair rocked to
sit on all four legs, to the crowd of townspeople. The sheriff moved
to the edge of the porch. "Listen
everyone." All eyes turned to look at him. "We just got
some telegrams from some of the towns where Bartlett says he made
other movies before coming here. They verify he was there and
nothing untoward occurred." "There's
always a first time," someone yelled from the crowd. "Be
that as it may, we have no real reason to think he did anything with
Violet. The other sheriffs say he always worked alone, except for
that dog of his." Brownie
raised her head, whimpered, and went back to sleep.
Oklohoma
Winter: Black Ice
The Sydney St. John
Mysteries Book 2
Oklahoma,
the state that ranks second as most dangerous in the U.S. when it
comes to weather. Too often, the wind comes sweeping down the plain,
with a vengeance. In winter, black ice glides onto the roads, barely
seen, and when the wheels of a vehicle run onto it, a driver had best
beware.
It’s
winter in Oklahoma, and Sydney St. John finds murder among the papers
of the Filmore County Historical Archives. The collection is that of
Carl Blair, rancher, politician, father, and husband, who ruled his
land and his family without the need for compassion, or love.
Although gone these many years, his grandchildren and Lawrence, his
only surviving son, still suffer from his cruelty and heavy hand.
It's Sydney who must untangle the web that begins with racism and
murder. Ben Bartlett her lover, still living in California, is
helpless to save her from natural disasters and festering family
hatred.
Sydney
stumbled into a particularly dense thicket. Thrashing around, she
tried to turn back and find a way around it. In the midst of the
noise of fighting the brush, a new sound came to her. An animal
sound. Something snuffling, then dry leaves and brush crackling under
heavy feet. The
noise came from behind and slightly to her right. Pinpoints of
sunlight came through the branches overhead and as she watched, a
form shook itself. More snuffling as it moved toward her at an angle.
Did it sense her? It
snorted as if in answer and stood still. Should she run? Try to move
away quietly – impossible under the circumstances. Or stand very
still and hope it went away. Whatever
it was, it was wild or feral and probably dangerous. Maybe a bear or
a wild hog, which she understood lived in the state. Maybe, even, a
feral dog, but its dark form seemed too bulky for that. It
turned away from her at a sound in the brush farther to the right. Go.
Get whatever it is, she urged silently. It
raised its head and tested the air, snuffling loudly. With
its attention diverted, Sydney took a careful step forward. There was
no longer time to try to get around the dense thicket ahead of her.
She was determined to plow through it at a rush, hoping not to fall.
She pushed off her back foot and began running . . . branches stung
as they slapped her cheek, her forehead . . . . In spite of the noise she was making,
she could hear the animal behind, crashing through the brush, pushing
her to desperate speed. She decided that the thing was a wild boar.
She’d read stories of what one could do to a person if roused, but
never heard of any in Oklahoma. This one must have been wakened by
her progress through the underbrush and he sounded in a foul mood.
Saving
Souls
The Sydney St. John
Mysteries Book 3
Sydney
St. John, still living and working in Gansel, Oklahoma, hopes to
never be involved in a murder investigation again. She plans on being
content with organizing the historical documents in the Filmore
County Historical Archives. But when Patrick O’Kelley, preaching to
no one on the corner opposite the archives in twenty-degree weather,
is found murdered, her curiosity once again gets the better of
her.
The
facts she discovers lead her to hidden gold, oil rights, and Edward
Capeheart O’Kelley, the man who shot Bob Ford, Jesse James’s
killer. What does the murder in the late 1800s have to do with
Patrick O’Kelley’s death in the 21st century?
As
she began closing things down, she realized that the preacher was
silent. Was he done for the day? Most likely, as the temperature was
already dropping further. Was he coming back tomorrow? Not that it
mattered. She was curious enough to think of going across to
introduce herself and ask his name. Maybe the next time she saw Otis,
she might ask him. That was her stock in trade: curiosity
and seeking information. She
gathered her things together, turned out the lights, and turned the
night lights on. She set the alarm, then gathered her coat more
tightly around her as she stepped out the side door to the parking
lot. First thing she noticed was that the pickup truck still sat on
the other corner. Guess
he’s just folded his tent, she thought. Must be inside the truck,
trying to get warm. But
there was no sign of exhaust nor engine noise. The depth of the cold
made sound seem sharper, so if the vehicle was running, she would
hear it. She
shrugged and pressed the remote unlock button on the CR-V. Opening
the back door, she put her bags on the seat. As she started to close
the door, she heard a sound, a moan. She turned toward the street and
made out a black mound lying on the ground near the rear wheel of the
pickup. Immediately suspicious, she reached into her purse on the
seat and grabbed her cell phone. She closed the car door and walked
across the street to investigate. The
glow from the street light wasn’t bright enough to see the figure
clearly, but in the glow from the flashlight on her phone, she could
see that it was the preacher lying there. She dialed 9-1-1, then
knelt down to see if there was a pulse. Checking the carotid first,
she detected nothing. His skin was cool. He’d been dead only a
short while, she guessed. When
the emergency operator came on line, she asked for an ambulance and
the sheriff. She stamped her feet, trying to keep them from going
numb while she waited. It
wasn’t long before Sheriff Otis pulled up in his black SUV. He got
out and walked over to her. “Not
again, Sydney.”
Cary
Osborne has been writing for more than two decades, delving into
many genres including science fiction, fantasy, mystery, horror, and
romance. Having once been told that there aren't enough generalists
in the world, and having an interest in many worldly aspects, makes
it difficult to settle into a single mold. Ancient history, being one
of those interests, she uses her studies in the subjects and
backgrounds for her stories, both long and short.
Can you, for those who don't know
you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an
author?
Unlike
many authors, I didn’t begin writing seriously until I was in my
40s. I’ve always been a big reader and being a writer seemed to
follow naturally. And I did get a few short pieces published when I
was in my 30s. When the city recreation department in the town where
I lived offered a writing class, I decided to try it. That turned
into a writers’ group and led to my first pro sale, a short story
titled “Monster McGill” in the first Women
of Darkness anthology.
What is something unique/quirky
about you?
Unlike
most people, I have always enjoyed being in school. Some of my
friends think I’m crazy.
Where were you born/grew up at?
I was
born in Tennessee. I was – or am – an army brat, so I grew up
all over the country and lived two years in France. That’s
probably one reason why my tastes in reading and writing are
eclectic.
Who is your hero and why?
Historically,
I’ve always been attracted to Eleanor of Aquitaine. She was queen
of France and England in the eleventh century, mother of Richard the
Lionheart and King John. She was a strong woman in an age when women
were marginalized most of the time.
In my
own life, I once worked with a woman who had three jobs, was a
mother, and was one of the gentlest, most positive people I’ve ever
known. I admired her calm nature very much.
Do you have a favorite movie?
I believe
it was made in the 1980s, titled The
Earthling. Because I’m
a big fan of science fiction, most of my friends think it’s sf, but
it’s a coming of age story. I think it was William Holden’s last
movie, Ricky Schroeder was the young boy, set in Australia. The sad
thing is, I’ve never been able to find a copy of it on DVD.
Which of your novels can you imagine
made into a movie?
My
first novels were a sf trilogy titled Iroshi,
The Glaive, and Persea.
I’ve always imagined them being made into an anime film. That
would be awesome.
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