I am happy to be a part of the tour for p m terrell’s latest book, The Tempest Murders.

I have a lot to share – a  guest post from the author, an exerpt from The Tempest and a fantastic giveaway!!

As soon as I saw the cover I signed up. I didn’t even look at the synopsis. lol I love anything to do with the water! How about you?

The Tempest Murders

by p.m. Terrell

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 A provocative story of a love that spans centuries, of soul mates found, lost and reunited… and the lengths to which one man will go to change their destiny.

Irish Detective Ryan O’Clery is working a series of homicides in America when he discovers a journal written by an uncle, Constable Rian Kelly, five generations earlier. The journal detailed the same type of murders as the worst storm in Ireland’s history slammed into the island in 1839.

As Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coastline, Ryan discovers even the killer’s description matches his cases exactly. And as he falls in love with television reporter Cathleen Reilly, he begins to wonder if she is the reincarnation of Caitlin O’Conor, Rian Kelly’s lover—the woman who was lost to the killer as the storm raged in Ireland—and if he is the reincarnation of Constable Rian Kelly.

Now he’s in a race to rescue Cathleen before the killer finds her—or is history destined to repeat itself?

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GUEST POST

 p m terrell shares her thoughts. Thank you p for being here and lettting my readers and followers learn a little about you, the author.

WHEN A BOOK DEMANDS TO BE WRITTEN

 There are times when thinking of the next scene—or the next sentence—is like pulling teeth. Then there are other times, like The Tempest Murders, when a book demands to be written and the pull is so great that it can’t be ignored.

I first became interested in Ireland when I was researching my family’s genealogy with my father. Mary Neely’s family had come from Ulster in the 1700’s and when Mary was just 19 years old, she traveled to Fort Nashborough with 300 other settlers through hostile Chickamauga Indian Territory. Just four months after she arrived, she was captured by Shawnee warriors and held as a slave for three long years. She was resilient, courageous and determined to escape, which she eventually did, traveling on foot over hundreds of miles to be reunited with the remnants of her family.

Her story made me wonder why some people will give up everything they have ever known to travel to a country they’d never seen before, to customs totally foreign to them, and to a language so unlike their own. My ancestors the Neelys did not migrate due to a potato famine but they had been successful businessmen in Ulster. They heard that America’s streets were “paved with gold” and off they went to make their fortune.

Things didn’t turn out as they’d planned and while Mary was in Shawnee captivity her mother and brother were killed. Her father had been killed and scalped when Mary was captured. When the two books I wrote about her plight, Songbirds are Free and River Passage, were released I heard from a number of Neely descendents all around the world—including some cousins who had never left Ireland for America.

As I delved into their destinies and how they differed from their American cousins, I was almost instantly surrounded by the myths and legends of Ireland. One legend that grabbed my attention and refused to let it go was the tale of The Night of the Big Wind. It occurred on the Day of Epiphany in 1839, a day when some Irish believed the end of the world would come. It began as a beautiful day but by mid-afternoon the skies had grown completely black. A storm had developed over the Atlantic and in the days before weather forecasting and mass communication was available, the storm hit the island by surprise with winds so fierce it swept the Atlantic Ocean all the way across to the Irish Sea. Hundreds drowned and thousands lost their homes, their businesses, their crops and animals, and their way of life.

It was that storm that formed the backdrop for The Tempest Murders. The book begins on January 6, 1839 and as it slips back and forth between Rian Kelly and the lover he lost to a killer at the height of the storm, it also follows an Irish immigrant, Ryan O’Clery, and a serial murder case he is investigating as Hurricane Irene barrels toward the North Carolina coast.

I live just over a hundred miles from the coast in the town portrayed in The Tempest Murders—Lumberton, North Carolina. At one point, one of the models showed the hurricane hitting landfall and moving straight over our heads. I was by myself at the time and I vividly remember not only the hurricane but the tornadoes it spawned, the roar of the “freight train” which was really the fierce winds overhead, and huddling in the closet with my three dogs. The extreme weather Ryan O’Clery faces when he is trying to reach his lover, Cathleen, to prevent her from becoming the killer’s next victim is based on real conditions that I have encountered over the years, as I’ve been caught in a hurricane’s or tornado’s path.

Writing about Ireland and about an Irish immigrant has only deepened my love affair with the Emerald Isle, and I am looking forward to writing more about this magical place.

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EXCERPT

 “I know you too well,” Claire said. “You’re wanting the story of Caitlín O’Conor, aren’t you?”

“Who?”

She smiled. “Her name was Caitlín O’Conor. She was supposedly the great love of Ríán Kelly’s life. It was a star-crossed love story. Her father was a prominent man in the village and Ríán was a ‘lowly county inspector’ and though they were deeply in love, her father would not permit Ríán to ask for her hand in marriage.”

He felt his chest tighten and he sipped his coffee to avoid Claire’s piercing eyes.

“The tale is that they sneaked around for years; everybody knew it. Everybody except Caitlín’s father, that is. They were madly in love.” She sighed wistfully.

“What happened?” He kept his eyes on his coffee. “Did she marry someone else?”

“Her father died. Quite unexpectedly. Heart simply stopped. And without him in the way, they were clear to be married.” She brushed non-existent crumbs from the countertop before continuing. “He asked for her hand in marriage on New Year’s Eve. Let’s see, I believe it was 1838. Yes, that’s right. December 31, 1838.”

“How can you be so certain of the date?”

“Because seven days later, Caitlín was dead.”

His head jerked up and he stared into Claire’s eyes. They were as green as the fields of Ireland and now she cocked her head and eyed him curiously.

“He’d gone to Dublin, so the story goes,” she continued slowly.

“Ríán Kelly.”

“Aye. He’d been called away on business. And as Fate would have it, the great flood came while he was gone and Caitlín was swept away. It was January 6, 1839—Epiphany.” Her voice took on a whispered note as though she was telling a ghost story. “There were those in the faith who had forecast the end of the world would occur on January 6, 1839—the day of Epiphany. So when the air grew completely still, so still they could hear the voices of neighbors miles apart, there were some who thought the end was near.”

He waited for her to continue. His cheeks were growing flush and he could feel beads of sweat beginning to pop out across his brow. “What happened then?”

“By nightfall, there were gale force winds. They moved from the western coast of Ireland all the way to Dublin, where Ríán Kelly had traveled. Some said the winds were accompanied by an eerie moan, a rumbling of sorts. But not thunder; it was a sound never heard before nor since. It increased as the winds grew. And then the northern sky turned a shade of red that had never been seen before.

“Well, so the myth goes, Ríán Kelly left Dublin immediately. It was a miracle he made it back to the village at all. He traveled through the night, in the rain and the hail, with the winds all about him. Bridges had been washed away; the wind had been so strong—stronger than anything Ireland had experienced in more than three hundred years—so strong that it whipped the Atlantic into a fury and pushed it all the way across the island. Streams and creeks became raging rivers. Whole villages were wiped out. Even some of the castles were beyond repair.”

He rested his elbows on the counter and put his head in his hands.

“You’re sure you don’t want to lie down, Re? You look as if you might faint.”

“I’m fine,” he said. “What happened when Ríán Kelly reached his village?”

“It was gone. Oh, there were a few buildings still intact. The church, for one. But Caitlín O’Conor’s home had been washed away. There was no sign of Caitlín.”

“So that’s where the story ends, does it?”

“Oh, no. I suppose it’s where it just begins.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 p.m.terrell is the pen name for Patricia McClelland Terrell, the award-winning, internationally acclaimed author of more than eighteen books in four genres: contemporary suspense, historical suspense, computer how-to and non-fiction.

Prior to writing full-time, she founded two computer companies in the Washington, DC Metropolitan Area: McClelland Enterprises, Inc. and Continental Software Development Corporation. Among her clients were the Central Intelligence Agency, United States Secret Service, U.S. Information Agency, and Department of Defense. Her specialties were in white collar computer crimes and computer intelligence.

Vicki’s Key was a top five finalist in the 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Book Awards nominee and her historical suspense, River Passage, was a 2010 Best Fiction and Drama Winner. It was determined to be so historically accurate that a copy of the book resides at the Nashville Government Metropolitan Archives in Nashville, Tennessee.

She is also the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation, an organization committed to raising public awareness of the correlation between high crime rates and high illiteracy rates. She is the organizer of Book ‘Em North Carolina, an annual event held in Lumberton, North Carolina, to raise funds to increase literacy and reduce crime. For more information on this event and the literacy campaigns funded by it, visit www.bookemnc.org.

She sits on the boards of the Friends of the Robeson County Public Library and the Robeson County Arts Council. She has also served on the boards of Crime Stoppers and Crime Solvers and became the first female president of the Chesterfield County-Colonial Heights Crime Solvers in Virginia.

For more information visit the author’s website at www.pmterrell.com, follow her on Twitter at @pmterrell, her blog at www.pmterrell.blogspot.com, and on Facebook under author.p.m.terrell.

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GIVEAWAY

p.m. will be awarding a Celtic bracelet (US only) to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning.

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