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Who is Dr. Tullah Holliday and What is She Up To Now?

 

Hello Readers,

Technically it’s still Summer for just a little longer, but it’s safe to say there’s already a busy feeling in the air as we leave the beach behind and look ahead to cooler weather, and the Fall. I hope you find some time to unwind in these next few months as best you can. If that happens to be with a book, I’m pleased to share the news that 8 Seconds to Die is available in paperback and ebook. The book finds Dr. Tullah Holliday as a guest on a ranch in Oklahoma to solve the suspicious murder of a former school bully’s father. But can she uncover the truth before she becomes the next victim? 

8 Seconds to Die is book #5 in the Doc Holliday Mystery series. In fact, now is a perfect time to catch up on all of Dr. Tullah Holliday’s adventures – because she’ll be back in my next release, To Catch a Killer, coming November 11th and available for preorder now.

COMING SOON

TO CATCH A KILLER

For fourteen years, Dr. Tullah Holliday has waited to use her empathic abilities to avenge her mother’s death by neophytes who kill indigenous women as part of their gang initiation.

When Tullah arrives in New York, she encounters a biased police captain that she suspects is in league with these gangbangers.

By coincidence, Detective Clay Wolfchild Bannister has escorted a prisoner from Texas to New York. The intriguing veterinarian he met two years ago is a breathtaking woman and he wants her back in his life. He’ll do whatever he can to help uncover what really happened to her mother.

After Tullah sends Clay away, she realizes she is the killer’s next target. The truth about the night her mother died in a dark alley is—deadly. And a second chance for love between her and Clay could end before it’s even begun.

Whether you’re reading this series for the first time or catching up, I’d love to hear your thoughts. You can find me on Instagram @rogers.loretta2018, and FaceBook https://www.facebook.com/loretta.rogers.3591/

Until we meet again,

HAPPY READING!

Loretta

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WARNING!! Don't Read This (Unless you're curious).

 Hello Readers,

We're waving good bye to April and welcoming the month of May. I'm excited to share with you that book #5 "8 Seconds to Die, " in my Doc Holliday Mystery series, will officially release May 20, 2024. WooHoo!

This book comes with a warning. You won't be able to put it down. Curious?

Book Blurb

When Dr. Tullah Holliday reluctantly agrees to help a former high school bully, now ex-con on parole, and a breeder of rodeo bulls, who is being threatened by a drug syndicate, she finds herself in a world of corruption; especially when she digs up dirt on a dishonest sheriff and his deputy.

From a rattlesnake delivered in a giftwrapped box, to a vicious bull attack, as Tullah puts together the pieces of the case, a killer is preparing to strike again, and this time, it could send this nosy veterinarian to an early grave.

 EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK

Here's a sneak peek at a key scene in "8 Seconds to Die."

You may have guessed that I’m not a regular run-of-the mill woman. Nope, far from it. My name is Tullah Josie Crow Holliday. My grandmother, Tanti Crow, is full Cherokee, and the Mayor of Enigma; a small rural town in southern Kentucky. Josie Waya Crow Holliday was my mother. A renowned artist of Native American art. She was murdered while in New York presenting her work at a major museum. It was shortly after her death that spirit animals began to visit me; sometimes in dreams, sometimes in reality. More often than I’d like, crimes that have already happened or about to happen, come to me in visions. My father, John Henry Holliday, is Enigma’s sheriff. He often relies on my gift to help him solve crimes.

Don’t get me wrong when I say that I’d prefer not to possess this—whatever it is—gift or curse. Nonetheless, it seems I’m stuck with it. Grandmother says I was given this ability long before I was conceived, and that I should treasure it because the Great Spirit Father, from all those born into the Waya (Wolf) clan, he chose me to possess this skill.

In spite of the chill outside, the house suddenly felt claustrophobic. I gathered a shawl and walked to the porch to settle in the swing. In the stillness, I listened to the tiny shrill of a songbird, and its answering call. At times, most often at dusk, I’ve seen the spirits of warriors doing battle, or slaves toiling in the fields. They are visions from a long dead past.

I looked at the purpling sky and lifted my arms upward. “Oh, Father Spirit, and Earth Mother, I have malice in my heart against an old enemy that seeks my help. What should I do?”

Wind blew across the open field. I hugged myself against the chill. It was as if the rustling leaves had a voice and were speaking to me. You take the bull by its horns and a man by his words.

"8 Seconds to Die" is available for preorder. Preorders are hugely helpful so, if you are excited to read "8 Seconds to Die," I hope you will think about preordering today. This will send a message to my publisher that readers are excited to read the book.

A look at the 5 Star Reviews for books #1-4 in the Doc Holliday Mystery Series.

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HAPPY READING!

8 Seconds to Die and I Survived a Rattlesnake Bite!

 

Dear Readers,

Perhaps you are wondering why I'm writing about poisonous snakes. First and foremost, I am a survivor of a Pygmy rattlesnake bite; a horrendous experience that kept me hospitalized for thirteen days.

Secondly, Snakes are most active, however, from April to October. There are 6 species of venomous snakes found in Florida: the eastern coral snake, the southern copperhead, the cottonmouth, the eastern diamondback rattlesnake, the timber rattlesnake, and the dusky pygmy rattlesnake.

And, lastly, readers often ask why I include snakes in the stories I write.  Here's the inside scoop.

April 21st, the anniversary of the day I was bitten by the longest recorded Pygmy rattler in 1967. Spring and a great day for creating a new flower garden in my front yard. Hubby was gone, and I was alone with my gardening tools. And, as a true native born Florida girl, I was barefoot. 

I had no idea why the pain in my foot felt like I'd stepped on a piece of blazing hot charcoal. We didn't own a grill, and we never burned trash in the front yard. I looked down to see what I'd stepped on. Imagine my horror when two evil, black, beady eyes met my gaze. 

Yikes...Sssnnaaakeee!

My first inclination was to run! Except when I took that first step, the snake came with me. That's when I realized, this wasn't a strike. It was a full-on bite. The rattler had embedded its fangs deep into the flesh under my ankle, and was hung.

I reached down, snatched the snake off my foot, threw the reptile in the air, and ran as fast as I could to keep the darn thing from landing on top of me. Much to my relief, hubby drove over the cattle gap, and me screaming that I'd been snake bit.

We lived thirty-five miles from the nearest hospital. Although, hubby drove like a bat out of hell, those miles felt like three hundred and fifty. While he was dodging traffic, I sat in the front seat watching a thin grey line of poison inching up my leg. By the time we arrived at the emergency entrance, the poison had travelled from my ankle to just above my knee.

No one met us at the emergency entrance. Of course, this was 1967. I guess things were different then. But, I digress. Hubby carried me up the steps, into the admitting office, and set me in a chair. I'm not sure what planet the nurse lived on because she didn't express any concern when hubby said I'd been bitten by a snake. She merely looked at him and said something to the effect that the hospital couldn't treat me because they weren't sure what type snake had made me its victim.

Well, bless hubby's quick thinking. Before leaving for the hospital, he had located the rattler's limp body and tossed in the back of our station wagon. Apparently, when I threw it in the air, I managed to twist my wrist, which somehow killed the snake.  Hubby raced out of the room; grabbed the dead snake, raced back inside where I was sitting, and threw the snake on the nurse's desk. He also spewed a string of expletives. 

If I hadn't been in a panic over whether I was going to live or die, I might have laughed at the expression on Nurse Sourpuss's face. Not only did it get her attention but spurred her to action. Unfortunately, this particular hospital had never had a snake-bite victim, and therefore, didn't have the necessary serum for venomous snake bites.

In the meantime, while we waited for a police officer to rush to another hospital to get the necessary serum, I was zipped inside a body-bag, yep, just like the ones they put dead people in, and buckets of ice dumped all over me. The theory was that the cold from the ice would halt the flow of poison.

Imagine, all that was going through my mind, while I lay freezing inside a death bag and listening to words like--"We may have to amputate her leg;" or "Should we take it just above the knee, or all the way to the hip?" And then, someone looked at the clock and said, "Where the hell is that policeman?"

Good question. I wondered the same thing while more ice was being dumped on top of me.

It seems that in his haste to break all the speed limits to save my life, a careless driver ran a red light and collided with the police officer. Fortunately, both he and the serum survived, and another officer dispatched to get it to the hospital.

I was given 15 shots of antivenom, zipped back in the body bag with more ice, then transferred to ICU. My foot swelled to the point that my toes disappeared; and my foot and leg turned completely black.

Other than my family, I had two important visitors. The first was an officer from FWC (Fish and Wildlife Commission) to obtain information about my experience. He said that because the Pygmy was still in molting (hadn't completely shed its skin), that it was hungry and angry which accounted for the full bite rather than a strike. In fact, because I'd received a full bite and the snake had hung inside my foot, it continued to pump venom. Therefore, I had received the equivalent of a diamond back's bite. Pygmy's are usually 12" - 24" long. My little guy was 21" of evil.

My second visitor was a young Air Force doctor. He was being sent to Vietnam and had never seen a snakebite victim. He wanted to look at my foot, and asked questions about my experience. He told me about a particular snake in Nam known as the "two-step" or bamboo viper.  

Although I don't remember his name, I have often thought about that young doctor. Fortunately, for me, I didn't lose my leg. The experience has left me with a lifetime fear of snakes--poisonous or non-poisonous. Even after all these many years, I often wake up drenched in sweat from dreaming of snakes. 

To answer readers' questions about why I often include snakes in my stories--perhaps it is a way of coping with an internal fear that seems to never leave me. Much like those who suffer from PTSD.

I'm also afraid of heights. But that's another story for another time.

In the meantime, there is a snake incident in my newest Doc Holliday Mystery Series, "8 Seconds to Die," Book #5. 

To save a former high school bully and his family from a corrupt sheriff and a drug syndicate, a veterinarian turned amateur sleuth must trust her empathic abilities to protect herself—because it looks like one of them might be next.

5 Star Review: 

Intricate, fast-paced, and intense, this mystery blends paranormal and suspense that keeps readers guessing and the tension tight until the very end.

https://www.amazon.com/Seconds-Die-Doc-Holliday-Mystery/dp/1509254919

Ebook available now. Print version available May 20, 2024.

HAPPY READING!

Stay-tuned. There's always more to come!

Fact or Fiction--You Be The Judge!

 At the age of thirteen, my great grandmother was kidnapped by a band of renegade warriors. By the time she was rescued she had a child (my grandmother), and when she was rescued, she faced prejudice by people of her own race. Although fiction, Bitter Autumn was inspired by my great grandmother’s experience of how strong women survive despair and cruelty, and yet remain strong and hopeful that one day their lives will change for the better. 

Bitter Autumn

Genre: Historical Romance

 Book Blurb: Flame-haired Birdie Mae Dix has no idea what tomorrow will bring. Kidnapped by the Pawnee and traded to the Comanche, she is now in the custody of the US Cavalry. After eighteen years of loss and cruelty, she trusts no one, not even the handsome captain whose piercing blue glare fills her with apprehension…and unwanted desire.

Years of war have hardened Captain Ford Thackery. Pledging his life to a military career, he has sworn never to consider married life—until he rescues Birdie. He knows he must earn her trust as well as find a way into her heart.

When she is abducted by a renegade Pawnee cavalry scout, Ford embarks on a dangerous journey of rescue, but he and Birdie must still bridge the gaping chasm of hatred that separates their worlds.

 

Excerpt: She did not want to wake up. It was the large hands removing her wet clothing that startled a fearful gasp from her. She forced her eyes to open. A man hovered over her. He was hardly more than an ominous gray shadow inside a crude shelter, and she thought his eyes glowed with a feral light. In her delirium and thinking he was Levi High Eagle she shrank back and had some difficulty breathing as she awaited her fate. Drawing up in a small disconcerted knot she waited to be punished.

The snow had seemingly spent its furor. Birdie was thoroughly depleted, both physically and mentally. Though she tried to remain alert, her eyelids sagged beneath the weight of her fatigue. She tried to lift her head until a large hand pressed it down gently against a sturdy shoulder. Her brow found a warm niche against a corded neck to nestle, and with a sigh, she gave up her futile attempts to remain conscious. If Levi High Eagle intended to kill her he would have done so by now.

As she drifted off to sleep again, she was reminded that once again she had been captured and wondered distantly if she would ever find a safe haven.

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Until we meet again.

HAPPY READING!