“The Letter” Tour, Guest Post & Giveaway



Kellie, a young college grad laid off from her first teaching job and besieged by creditors, receives a letter requesting her appearance at the reading of Frederick Malone’s will. What could she have in common with the town’s richest man? Curiosity draws her to the will reading where she learns she has inherited a vast sum. The conditions of her inheritance require she change her name and reside in the Malone mansion. Long considered haunted by the residents of Malone Springs, Kellie, her fiancé and four friends move in ignoring the rumors. Strange and frightening events begin to plague Kellie before she moves and grow more frightening once she and her friends settle in. Adopted at birth, her adoptive parents killed in an auto accident leave Kellie to investigate her ancestors on her own. What she discovers leads her into more danger and mystery as she learns the true nature of her biological grandfather. Could his evil deeds hurt her from beyond the grave? Who’s responsible for the strange occurrences? What happened to her biological parents? As one solved mystery leads Kellie into another, she and her friends try to solve them all before tragedy strikes.
This book also contains the supernatural/mystery short story “MEGAN’S FEAR.”

Marianne Spitzer’s Books mariannemspitzer@gmail.com

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Guest Post

What Would I Like To Talk About But Never Get Asked

By Marianne Spitzer

I have been asked to post on various subjects, but they were all writing related. This post can be on any subject I choose. I gave it a bit of thought and decided I would share my favorite place in the world.

The first place on my list would be in Bavaria and it is my favorite place in the world. The hamlet of Parkstein is nestled in the forest at the base of an extinct volcano. The volcano is part of the Alpine foreland and has not been active for centuries. A small Catholic church was built on top of the volcano in 1810. It was simply named the Church of Parkstein. The climb to the church and the view from the top of the volcano will remain in my mind’s eye forever.

Rough steps were cut into the side of the volcano. These steps were very steep, forcing us to rest after climbing just a few. At intervals along the climb, there were small clearings. In each clearing, there were Stations of the Cross and a spot for people to kneel in prayer. During the climb my mom explained the history of the small church at the top of the volcano. In the midst of World War II, there were numerous bombings all over the area. Most cities and towns experienced bomb damage to some degree. Even though the church and village could be clearly seen from the sky, the area was not hit. People saw this as miraculous and the tiny church became a shrine. It is not unusual for people to make a yearly homage to the Church of Parkstein.

The climb was well worth the effort. The Bavarian Alps could be seen clearly in the distance. The snowcapped mountains took on a purple haze standing out against the azure sky. Breathtaking is the only way to describe them as words escape me.

The little stone church reminded me of the small country churches I had seen at home. The outside appearance was simple. Whitewashed walls, double wooden doors and a steeple with a bell was all that could be seen. The interior of the church was beautiful. On each side of the aisle sat ten engraved pews. Each pew sat only four. The altar was also of engraved wood and the crucifix above the altar was hand carved. Small stained glass windows were set into three of the four walls. The sunlight illuminated the brilliant colors in each window. Many small religious articles were hung on the walls. The most beautiful of these was a small ivory cross covered with pearls. I later learned that these items were gifts from people whose prayers had been answered.

The beauty and peace I felt on the top of the volcano will stay with me forever. If I ever return to Europe, my trip would not be complete without going back to Parkstein. As a matter of fact, I think it would be my main reason for going and my first destination.

I visited many places during the three months we were in Germany including Frankenstein’s castle, but none compared to my visit atop the volcano. Perhaps it was the feeling of being closer to the clouds or the feeling of being free. Whichever, I will always carry the memory in my heart.

Thanks for having me. Happy writing everyone.

About the Author

I was born in Milwaukee, and lived there until I was eighteen. Then I spent eight years in Washington state and California before returning to Wisconsin. I love eerie places and books. I began with a love of Nancy Drew books and as I grew I found H.P Lovecraft, Agatha Christie, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle among others. When I am not writing, I am reading or watching sunsets. I have been writing short stories since I was in grade school. Most were in the form of essays relating real life events. Many were purely imaginary trips to magical places and times. I enjoy making up stories about people I meet or see on the street. I can see a story in a picture, especially if the picture is eerie. My imagination runs wild and free. I have self-published a book of essays and a book of children’s stories for my granddaughter, Brittney. Gypsy Spirits is my debut novel and the first in the series of three “spirit” books. I have self-published the second “spirit” book, Annamarie and Magdalena. I also self-published a supernatural mystery, THE LETTER. I plan to have the sequel to THE LETTER out this year and the third “spirit” book available winter 2013/14. From there I am sure my muse will guide me into another story plot.

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Ends 8/31/13
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Happy Reading,



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