It’s been a slow beginning….
It’s actually been slower than it was for The Fireborn which was slower than Seasons of Imagination.
I have received a little positive feedback from one reader on a Facebook post “OMG-Can’t put this book down great to read during our thunder storms!”
I also went to the library in my town and talked to the head librarian. I gave her copies of all three books. They should be put on display in the near future, starting with the “New Arrival” shelf before going to the “Local Authors” shelf. So more people should see it. She also discussed a book talk, which I will most likely do at some point.
Anyway, it is slowly trickling out. I hope it eventually goes rushing out ;)
I know, most likely the worst promotion post of all time!! But if you are interested, you can order here::
Or go to your local Amazon and search “The Halley Branch”.
I have also made it open to be distributed, so if you are not an Amazon fan, search in your favorite on-line bookstore! (May not be available outside of amazon for a couple weeks)
An evil 300 years in the making. A trap set 150 years in the past.
The day should have been a normal “family day” at the Hawkins’ Mausoleum, but a premonition followed Trevor into the crypt. To make matters worse, he couldn’t shake his morning vision of a dead woman draped in a funeral-shroud.
After rescuing a girl trapped in the tomb, repressed memories forced him to reevaluate everything. Was his extended family a cult with roots going back to America’s colonial past? Was the evil Benjamin Halley still stalking his tomb after 150 years? Was there any truth to the Power described by the family’s patriarch, Miles Hawkins?
Trevor realized that he was being manipulated and drawn into a trap set in the 19th century, and feared that everyone around him had already been ensnared. Who could he trust? The members of his own family’s Branch, The Bradford’s, like his cousins Bill or Stan? Perhaps members of the Hawkins Branch, such as the beautiful but jaded Amelie? The one Branch he knew not to trust was the extinct Halley Branch.
But the Halley’s were the ones who were welcoming him with open, if dead, arms.