Who or What is Killing the Seniors on Sunshine Boulevard? #MFRWhooks

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Hello and welcome to the Focused on Story Blog. Today we're joining the Book Hooks Blog Hop sponsored by the Marketing For Romance Writers Group. (#MFRWbooks) Each participating blogger shares an excerpt from a novel. I'm featuring my paranormal suspense, Terror on Sunshine Boulevard. Hope it will give you smiles and chills.

You're invited to come on along to visit authors sharing their books with you. The link to the list of participants is at the end of the page. Have fun!

Terror on Sunshine Boulevard by J.Q. Rose

Paranormal Suspense

Back of the Book: Rescuing a naked woman lying in a geranium bed? Investigating mysterious murders Not the usual calls for first responder Jim Hart. He expects slip and fall accidents or low blood pressure emergencies in his retirement community of Citrus Ridge Senior Community and Golf Resort. The ghastly crime scenes turn the winter time fun into a terrifying season of death and mystery when the authorities cannot track down the predator responsible. 

Jim and his wife Gloria could escape the horror and grief by returning to their northern home, but concern for their friends and residents keep them in Florida. With the entire community in a dither over the deaths, the Harts participate in the normal winter activities of golfing, dancing, and pool parties with their friends to distract them from the sadness and loss.

Can Jim and Gloria work with the authorities to discover who or what is killing the seniors on Sunshine Boulevard and stop the increasing body count?

Excerpt: Terror on Sunshine Boulevard by J.Q. Rose

The entire community buzzed with the news about the strange death of George McDonnell. The Tampa newspapers reported it in the regional sections and the radio station interviewed local officials and the county health department on the situation.

Until the cause of death could be determined, those who were in the house on the afternoon of the discovery were quarantined. Not knowing what kind of disease, poison, or accident killed the poor man, authorities were not taking chances to allow a possible outbreak. Police were brought in to guard the house twenty-four hours a day to keep sightseers from the danger of whatever or whoever was in or around the property.

There were many curiosity seekers. Even Mr. Tweeble drove his electric wheelchair over to the McConnell residence. His little dog, Jingles, barked and whined, refusing to go within a block of the place. He finally picked up the feisty terrier and put it on his lap to drive past the house. The dog jumped off and raced the other way until he was brought up short on his leash. He howled until his master turned the cart around and left the area.

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“Jingles! Jingles! Hush up, will you? It’s three o’clock in the morning. You’re going to wake the neighborhood with your barking.”

Jingles produced the most pitiful howling Mr. Tweeble ever heard.

Fearing his dog was sick, Mr. Tweeble rolled himself out of bed, fumbled putting on his glasses, and shuffled into the kitchen. Using the night light in the hood vent over the old stove to see the dog, he discovered the animal scampering back and forth near the back door.

“Jingles, come ‘ere, boy. Are you sick?” Mr. Tweeble picked him up and gently held the dog close to his chest. He switched on the ceiling light so he could see the precious face he dearly loved. He checked Jingles’ brown ears and his brown and white furry body for any injuries, and then cradled him to his rotund belly.

“It’s all right, little guy. Come on. Come on to bed with me. You must want to go out to chase a rabbit, eh?” As he slowly shuffled his way back to his bedroom with the dog, he wondered what was wrong. Mr. Tweeble made a mental note to check behind the couch for an “accident” in the morning.

He lay down on the rumpled bed and enfolded the trembling dog in his arms. Suddenly Jingles wriggled free and sprang up barking non-stop. He leaped from the bed and raced out of the room. A flash of searing yellow light filled the bedroom blinding Mr. Tweeble, and the smell of his own scorched flesh burned his nostrils.

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Birthday Gift for YOU
Image by Holger Grybsch from Pixabay 

Birthday Gift for YOU: I celebrated my birthday this past weekend and I want to keep the celebration going.  So let me send you a PDF copy of Terror on Sunshine Boulevard.  Then you can leave a review on the amazon and/or Goodreads site. A new book to read for you AND a review for my book. Now that's a great birthday gift!

If you would be interested in reading this paranormal mystery and writing an honest review for it, I will email the PDF format for your reading pleasure to the first ten readers who request the copy. Offer ends on Sunday, June 2 at 11:59 pm ET. But there is no deadline to write the review!

Thank you for your consideration.

My email address is jqrose02 at gmail dot com.

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