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Release Date: January 26, 2017
Pages: 300
ISBN13: 978-1540774897

  

Synopsis

Near the pre-Columbian archaeological site of Cahokia is Southern Illinois, Kate Fitzgerald, a budding archaeologist, finds a buried skull. But what at first seems to be an ancient Indian artifact turns out to be evidence of the fifty-year-old unsuspected murder of an aunt Kate didn’t know she had. Unfortunately digging up the past can have dangerous consequences in the present when a murderer who has been safe for a lifetime feels threatened. Arson and murder ensue and to make matters worse for Kate, the sheriff and her only living relative are high on her list of suspects.

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Praise

“A real page turner! Two murders–no, three. Everything was fine until Kate come to town. Kate’s Aunt Jenn has opened her home to her newly discovered grad school bound niece. When Kate, a future archeologist, discovers a human skeleton on a parcel of land her aunt wants to sell, there are questions. A second death opens more questions. The story will keep you guessing, with so many suspects to choose from. A terrific read from a first time author. Ms. Gregg is an excellent writer, so hopefully there will be more books to come. Don’t pass this up! So worth reading. Great job!”
—Carol McKee, Romance Writer

“This is a well written, fast moving, fun book to read and the author keeps you guessing to the end, who the murderer is. I definitely enjoyed reading it. It also gives you some insight into tribal American Indian funeral customs and also tells you something about archaeology. You also get a lesson in canning all sorts of vegetables and fruit. It is definitely entertaining.”
—Briard, Amazon Review

“Kate, a student of archeology, and her friend Dave, an ex-newspaper reporter, investigate the provenance of a skull found when Kate explores what she suspects in an Indian burial ground in her small Illinois town. But Kate finds out differently. The skull is not ancient, more bones are discovered and a series of events commence that threaten not only her own life, but the lives of others in the town. Bones Unearthed is a page turner with numerous twists and turns and drama in every chapter.
Bones Unearthed is an exciting story of mystery and intrigue – a book you cannot put down. I hope to see more books published by Terri Gregg.”
—Betsy, Amazon Review

“A pleasantly cozy beach read, refreshingly free of the graphic violence and profanity so common in genre fiction these days. Ms. Gregg’s knowledge of the practicalities of American archeology flavor the plot, which will keep you guessing.”
—Evelyn, Amazon Review

“Best murder mystery I’ve read in a long time. Hope the author is thinking of writing another.”
—Amazon Review

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Excerpt

Kate took a long slow breath, savoring the hot, humid scents of the woods. Suddenly her mood was shattered by a loud bang immediately followed by a second report. The steering wheel jerked almost out of her hands. The car lurched out of control.

The purple jalopy careened toward the side of the road– a rough flapping noise coming from the right front side of the car.

A blowout.

She fought for control. A fleeting regret for all the things she would miss if she died flashed across her mind. She wasn’t ready to die. She fought to hold the jalopy on the narrow pavement–to keep it from rolling over into the deep ditch beside the road. No brakes; that might destroy any chance at control. She took her foot off the gas to let the car slow naturally. Time seemed to crawl while the car lurched first to one side of the road and then the other as the adrenalin surging through her veins made her overcorrect. She clutched the wheel, knuckles white, battling to straighten out after each swerve. She had just begun to think she might make it when the road made a right angle turn by the Miller farm. She couldn’t hold the curve. The jalopy hung on the side of the road momentarily then plunged off the road and down the embankment. With a last desperate turn of the wheel, she aimed the car directly down the slope to prevent it from rolling over. The jalopy came to rest in a shallow stream at the bottom of the embankment, nose down in a foot of muddy water.