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The Maine Nemesis
by R. Scott Wallis
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GENRE: Suspense
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BLURB:
Fiercely
independent, insatiably curious, and always up for an adventure, public
relations hotshot Skyler Moore is a hero for our time. She's decidedly not a sleuth
by trade, but mayhem often comes knocking as she and her friends visit the
small towns and big cities of America.
In "The Maine Nemesis," Skyler decides to spend the summer at her
seaside cottage in Wabanaki, Maine, with her best friend—celebrity chef Brenda
Braxton—and they have no idea that murder will be on the menu. But women are
turning up dead in the once sleepy village where nothing ever happens. With the
residents up in arms and the rinky-dink police force overwhelmed, Skyler and
her friends feel compelled to lend a hand to save the town they love so much.
The backdrop is classic New England Americana: lobster rolls, the whole town
out for the Fourth of July, and summer evenings cooled by the ocean breeze.
That...and an occasional murder, a kidnapping, and a few dangerous liaisons.
Skyler's mile-a-minute adventure will keep you turning the pages to see what
comes next for her and her Down East 'friends.'
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EXCERPT:
During one typically mild Maine summer, slightly more than a
few decades ago, while the United States of America was celebrating the
anniversary of its independence from England, fifth-grader Skyler Elizabeth
Moore was celebrating her freedom from being the only little girl on her
street. While she got along fine with most of the kids in her class, she’d not
yet made a best friend—besides her beloved Raggedy Ann doll—so when Brenda
Braxton, along with her brother and aunt, moved into the white clapboard house
diagonally across the street, Skyler made it her mission to show the new girl
around their tiny New England town in order to win her friendship.
There were only a handful of houses on the street and most
of them were only used in the summer, making for a very sleepy, almost ghost
town-like existence for a pre-teen girl during the school year. Skyler would
stare into the houses’ dark windows as she walked to school, trying to catch a
glimpse of something moving inside. A forgotten cat. A caretaker. Even a ghost.
She believed in them and was certain that big old empty houses were where they
lived.
When the biting winter winds that came off the ocean turned
soothingly cool and the town sprung back to life after Memorial Day, Skyler
would get her hopes up that a new family—with kids her age—would magically
appear on the block. Specifically, a girl. So, when she finally spotted one
that early July day, she wasted no time.
The moving truck was still in front of the house on the
corner, and even though her mother told her to wait until the family settled
in, Skyler marched herself to the open door and stepped into the front hall.
She scooted to the left to avoid getting hit by a couch that two large men
lifted through the doorway and then she followed them into the living room.
There she was. A girl her own age, sitting on a moving box,
eating a banana.
“My mom would be very proud,” she said when she noticed
Skyler. “She was always pushing fruit on me.”
“I love bananas,” Skyler lied as she moved closer. “I’m
Skyler. I live across the street.”
“I’m Brenda. And I guess I live here now.”
“Welcome to Wabanaki.”
“Such a weird name for a town.”
“It’s named after an Indian tribe. American Indian, not
India Indian.”
“I’ll never be able to spell it.”
“I’m good at spelling. It’s easy. W.A.B.A.N.A.K.I. Wabanaki.
Almost like banana with all the A’s after the letters.”
“I guess. Did you just let yourself in?”
“I did. Is that okay with your mother?”
“I’m sure she doesn’t care. I’m glad you came in.”
“Me, too.” Skyler couldn’t stop smiling. “Me, too.”
Skyler noticed that Brenda was a little on the heavy side
with a roll of fat around her middle that peeked out between her shirt and
shorts, but it didn’t faze her. Brenda had a hearty, infectious laugh and
positive attitude despite what Skyler would come to understand was an arduous
childhood. Her homework could have been eaten by the dog, or the vacation she
was looking forward to could have been cancelled at the last minute, and she’d
always manage to find the silver lining. Brenda’s attitude would balance well
with Skyler’s sometimes dark outlook on life.
Skyler didn’t know it at the time, but Brenda’s father went
missing in action during some U.S. military action somewhere on the other side
of the world and her distraught mother had been committed to a mental asylum.
Her father’s sister took charge of the children and moved them from a bustling,
unkempt New York City (at the time) to the more idyllic world that was sleepy
Wabanaki, Maine.
For Skyler, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. The
girls had the rest of the summer to play outside, have sleepovers, and get to
know each other before the school year would begin. And they did just that.
Sometime between building a girls-only tree house and starting a weekly
lemonade stand, they’d become blood-sisters, cutting their index fingers and
pressing them together to form a lifetime bond. It had been Brenda’s idea.
She’d seen her brother do it with his best friend, so it wasn’t totally insane.
“It seems insane to me,” Skyler said. “But I’ll do it. If
you want me to.”
“I don’t want you to do anything that would make you feel
bad. And I know blood makes you scream and cry.”
“That was just that one time, Brenda, and it was only
because that stupid treehouse nail went right through my leg. I’m not afraid of
blood. I’m going to be a veterinarian. I’m going to have to get used to it.”
“I’m going to be a cook, I think,” Brenda said. “So, if any
of your animals die, you let me know.”
“You are not cooking dead animals, Brenda!”
“What do you think steak and pork chops and hamburgers are?
Dead animals.”
“But they aren’t dogs and cats. I’m going to care for
puppies and kitties.”
“Veterinarians also take care of cows and pigs and horses
and stuff, you know.”
“Well, maybe. But if they die—which they won’t, because I am
going to go to a very good veterinarian school—I’m not letting you cook them.
There will be a pet cemetery in the back behind my pet hospital.”
“That seems wrong.”
“It does, you’re right,” Skyler said thoughtfully. “Well,
we’ll get your stupid brother to take the dead animals away somewhere. But, I’m
serious, Brenda, the animals are not going to die. That’s why I’m going to be a
veterinarian, to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Everything dies. My dad died. My hamster died. And our first dog died when
he got run over by the trash truck.”
“That’s horrible. If I was older and if I had been there, I
would have saved him.”
“She was a she and her head was smooshed into the road and
they had to use a bunch of shovels to clean it up.”
“That’s so gross.”
“It was.”
“And sad,” Skyler said. “I’m super sorry.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t really see that happen. Actually, I
don’t think that’s what happened to her. I made it up. I think she ran away.”
“That’s sad, too.”
“Not as sad as my dad dying,” Brenda said. “At least, we
think he’s dead. He never came back.”
“Maybe he’s with your dog somewhere.”
“Maybe.”
“With your mom, maybe?”
“Well, that would just make me mad.” Brenda dug her
fingernail into the bottom of her sneaker.
“Why?” Skyler asked.
“Because if they’re all together somewhere else, why are my
brother and me here in Wabanaki without them?”
“Oh,” Skyler said softly.
“That would mean that they don’t love us.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But that’s what it would mean. And I don’t want to believe
that.”
“Don’t. It’s not true.”
Brenda became uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments
making Skyler a little uncomfortable.
“Maybe we should do it now.”
Brenda brightened when she remembered the task at hand. She
pulled out her brother’s Swiss Army pocketknife. “Ready?”
“I am,” Skyler said confidently, even though she was
trembling. “Because we’re going to be sisters forever.”
“That’s the idea. I don’t want to have to play with just my
brother for the rest of my life.”
Brenda took Skyler’s hand in hers, turned it over so that
her palm was facing up, and pressed the knife into her finger without
hesitation. Skyler’s eyes widened as she watched a small bubble of scarlet red
blood form. She looked into Brenda’s eyes. She smiled, cut her own finger, and
they pressed them together while they screamed and laughed at the same time.
“There,” Brenda said when she was able to calm herself,
“blood sisters.”
“Blood sisters,” Skyler echoed. “Can we go clean these cuts
now? I don’t want to get tetanus.”
“What is tetanus?”
“I don’t know, but it’s something awful and if you get it
inside you, you die.”
“I don’t want to die.”
“Me either. I have a lot of animals to save.”
“And I have a lot to cook!”
The girls took off to find water, soap, and Band-Aids, and
to call it a night. The sun was setting and it was getting dark, the sign that
another summer adventure must come to an end. But they’d have lots more. They
ensured that with blood.
And an infection.
Brenda’s cut got infected, but it wasn’t tetanus…and she
didn’t die.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
R. Scott Wallis is endlessly inspired by his surroundings and
adventures. And he thrives on new chapters and creating unique projects to keep
himself out of trouble. Scott started his working life as an advance person and
assistant to a sitting United States Vice President. Later, he served as the
creative director for a leading Washington think tank. That led to working
directly for one of the richest men on Earth, conceiving and executing
exclusive events for his billionaire friends. Tired of working for the man,
Scott became a top-rated pop-culture podcaster and celebrity interviewer, while
also dabbling in both the worlds of clothing manufacturing (creating his own
baby clothes brand that was sold in over 300 stores nationwide) and retail
sales, with his own well-received men's clothing store.
Always willing to lend a hand or donate what he can, he's an
enthusiastic philanthropist, championing causes such as childhood bullying,
animal adoption, and feeding the less fortunate. A wide-eyed world traveler,
Scott has been to four continents, mostly by sea. While he loves exploring Europe
and the Caribbean islands, it's the vast United States that he likes best. He's
been to Alaska four times, Hawaii twice, and can't wait to explore the eight
states he hasn't been to yet. Technically a Connecticut Yankee, Scott grew up
in historic Williamsburg, Virginia, and lived for 25 years in the Washington,
D.C. area, before recently discovering that the American West is where he is
most at home. He lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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The Questions – please choose at least 5
1) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character
in that musical are you?
Oh, man, I had the perfect
answer about what kind of tree I would be, but okay, I’ll play along. I had to
think about this for a few minutes, because I haven’t been to all that many
musicals in person—because I have a hard time sitting still for that long,
especially in those horribly tight Broadways theater seats—but I’ve seen nearly
all of the classics on television.
I’ve decided that the one
musical that I’ve seen dozens and dozens of time is, “The Sound of Music.”
Cliché, maybe, but while I certainly identify with a bunch of the puppets in
“Avenue Q,” I know virtually all the lines in “Grease” and “The Rocky Horror
Picture Show,” and I’d totally live inside the world of “Singin’ in the Rain,”
it’s Maria von Trapp all the way!
I mean, how do you solve a
problem like Maria? Like catching a cloud and pinning it down, it’s not easy.
And neither am I. I’m scatter-brained but idealistic. I’m timid but determined.
And although I didn’t fall in love with some Baron in Austria, I feel like
Maria and I’d get a long quite well—I’m no nun either. While I’m sure there are
many great women of the cloth, I’d much rather be out there living life and
making play clothes out of drapes.
And, P.S., I’d be an
evergreen, full of life all year ‘round.
2) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
For me, it’s all about the
characters. The plot is just what happens around the people I’ve invented. When
I start a new story, I have a general idea about where I want to end up, but I
typically come up with the people first, then make stuff happen to them. Sometimes
I mess up and have to scrap whole chapters—oops,
I didn’t mean to kill her! I like
making up dialogue for her too much for her to be dead!
3) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play
you?
It’s just got to be Rob Lowe.
As a teenager, I looked a lot like the Rat Pack actor, and I think he’s aged—or
not aged, as the case may be—rather nicely. I’m probably really more of a dork
like “That 70’s Show” actor Topher Grace, but I get to decide, so it’s Rob Lowe
all the way.
4) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
It absolutely has to be the
ghost face killer from the “Scream” movies (one and four are worlds better than
two and three, by the way), because I’m really not a fan of super bloody scary
movies. Scream was tame enough for me to handle, plus it had a lot of my
favorite actors and actresses from the television shows I was enjoying at the
time. It really was the movie that turned scary movies around and made them hip
and cool again.
5) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
I’ve always thought it would
be fun to go back and see what it was like to live in the colonial days (but
taking modern conveniences along with me, natch). I grew up in Williamsburg,
Virginia, so I spent a great deal of time in and around historic buildings and
have a good appreciation for the founding of our great country. I guess the
person I’ve always daydreamed about is Patrick Henry. I wish I could have been
there for his “Give me liberty or give me death” speech. And if I had been, I
certainly would have taken him to dinner afterwards to discuss it.
6) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready
to receive it?
Oh my goodness, yes. I
really hope I become famous enough to warrant an autobiography some day and
then I can tell all the stories that I’ve only told my friends…like how I got
fired from a job working for one of the richest men on the planet all because
of the late Anna Nicole Smith. It’s a really juicy, fun story…but I think I
need a few more years before I tell it publically.
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