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The Tidwells are supposed to be on spring break on the Florida Gulf Coast, not up to their eyeballs in paranormal hijinks … again.
By Susan Abel Sullivan
Series: Cleo Tidwell Paranormal Mystery
Paranormal Cozy Mystery / Southern Humor
Release Date: December 31, 2013
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ISBN-13: 978-0615912943
Novel: Approx. 300 pages
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Other books in the series: The Haunted Housewives of Allister Alabama (1), The Weredog Whisper (2)
By Susan Abel Sullivan
Series: Cleo Tidwell Paranormal Mystery
Paranormal Cozy Mystery / Southern Humor
Release Date: December 31, 2013
Trade Paperback
ISBN-13: 978-0615912943
Novel: Approx. 300 pages
Also available as an ebook
Find it Online:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Books-A-Million
Goodreads
iTunes/Apple iBooks
Kobo
Wholesale: Ingram or direct: World Weaver Press.
Other books in the series: The Haunted Housewives of Allister Alabama (1), The Weredog Whisper (2)
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descriptionThe Tidwells are supposed to be on spring break on the Florida Gulf Coast, not up to their eyeballs in paranormal hijinks … again.
Bertram wants a baby, but Cleo isn’t real keen on the idea. After all, her sister, Molly, has four of ‘em—who needs more? Hoping to throw Bertram off the baby trail, they adopt Luna, a white pit bull terrier, and take her to Florida with them, along with Bertram’s mother and Cleo’s nieces. Everybody loves Luna, especially the goofy little dog at a tacky tourist trap touting something called a “weredog whisperer,” so much so that he puts the moves on Luna and gives her a love bite during the throes of puppy love. But when Luna shape shifts into a teenage girl on the first night of the full moon, the Tidwells wind up with an instant were-daughter. Poof! Just add moonbeams. A video of Luna’s transformation goes viral and the Tidwells are hounded by an array of reporters, sight seers, animal rights kooks, Hot Diggity Dog Pet Foods, a couple of hungry weresharks, a motley crew of weredogs, and AASS—a secret society of shape shifters that considers Luna an abomination and orders her immediate extermination. The Tidwells’ vacation has gone to the dogs—literally—as they jump through hoops to protect their unexpected new were-daughter from a dog-eat-dog world. excerpt Chapter One
I really should have listened to my psychic friend, Faye, when she’d called me up the week before spring break to warn me, “Beware the moon and watch out for bad fish in Florida.” It all started when my husband, Bertram, wanted to have a baby. Oh sure, we were pushing forty and I was on the fourth year of my third marriage, but the thing is, I wasn’t convinced I wanted any kids. They’re loud, messy, whiny, time consuming, and a major responsibility. Plus, I wanted to make sure this marriage was going to stick before I brought any children into the world. My solution? Adopt a white pit bull named Luna from the shelter to test the waters for having a baby. Bertram’s solution? Take Luna and my four nieces with us on spring break. And of course, my mother-in-law, Georgia, wanted to tag along. Out of the three mothers-in-law I’ve had, Georgia is hands down the absolute diggity bomb. In theory it seemed like the perfect spring break scenario. Head down to Florida. Rent a pet-friendly house near the beach. Lay in the sun all day. Eat seafood, drink beer, and do tacky tourist things at night. Wallow in leisure. See if we were cut out to be parents. Uh-huh. A perfect plan. Wrongo bongo yet again. My twelve-year-old niece, Collins, number three out of my sister’s gaggle of girls, spotted the hand painted sign first. See Weredog Whisperer at Tobias T. Talbot’s Terror Town “A weredog whisperer? Can we stop, Aunt Cleo?” We were borrowing my sister’s minivan and let me tell you, it was packed to the gills between me, Bertram, Georgia, the four nieces, and our dog, Luna. I was in one of the middle seats opposite my super fun mother-in-law. Bertram glanced at me via the rear-view mirror, a question in his brown eyes. Bertram might be a band geek, but he’s a hot band geek. And he played basketball in high school, so he’s tall and athletic. I have to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. “Sure, why not?” I said. “What’s a trip to Florida without a detour to a tacky tourist trap?” If the homemade sign was any indication, the place was going to be the capital of Tackyville. Collins went, “Yay!” My youngest niece, Morgan, went, “Yay!” The two older nieces, Brandie and Sherry, said nothing, totally engrossed in their handheld gadgets. Georgia said, “Oh, this reminds me of when we used to come down to Florida in the seventies.” Bertram didn’t say anything, just kept on driving. I love that about him. He knows when to fade into the background and let us gals talk. We turned off the main highway and followed the signs to the tourist trap. After a half hour of driving along back roads, we arrived. The park sat catty-corner from us at a crossroads. Other than the roadside attraction, there was nothing but pine trees as far as the eye could see. Which wasn’t far for all of the trees. A big marquee announced: Welc me to T bias T. Talb t’s Terr r T wn! T day: See The Wered g Whisperer First sh w after dark Someone had taken all but one O from the marquee. Or maybe they’d fallen off the sign into the knee-high grass and palmetto bushes growing underneath it. I realized the minivan had fallen silent. Whether it was in anticipation or surprise, I didn’t know. Bertram turned right yet again at the blinking light, then made an immediate left turn into the Terror Town parking lot. author![]() Susan Abel Sullivan lives in the swamps and marshes of coastal Georgia with her hubby and a veritable menagerie of beasts both fantastical and mundane such as rabbits, snakes, chickens, cats, mice, parakeets, and a dog named Luna. When not writing, she works as a fitness professional teaching a variety of classes and workshops including sword-based fitness. She is a graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop for speculative fiction. Her short fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous online and print publications, including Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, ASIM Best of Horror: Vol II, Beyond Centauri, New Myths, AlienSkin, and Writers’ Journal. She is the author of Cursed: Wickedly Fun Stories and Fried Zombie Dee-light! Ghoulish, Ghostly Tales and the Cleo Tidwell Paranormal Mystery Series. Visit her website at susanabelsullivan.weebly.com or twitter @susan_abel.
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praise“Fun, quirky, suspenseful, and outrageous — this paranormal adventure will have you laughing, gasping, and turning the pages.”
— Jeanne Cavelos, best-selling author of The Passing of the Techno-Mages “If The Weredog Whisperer doesn’t have you busting a gut then your sense of humor has definitely gone… well, you know the rest.” — Scott Barnes, NewMyths.com “The Weredog Whisperer is LOL funny… Whether readers are from the southside of Dee-troit or south of the Mississippi, Sullivan’s true Southern humor and charm are sure to appeal to them all.” — Michelle Lowery Combs, award-winning author of Heir to the Lamp and the forthcoming Solomon’s Bell “Cleo Tidwell’s wacky adventures rank right up there with Stephanie Plum’s and Sookie Stackhouse’s; what fun to enter the world of author Susan Abel Sullivan’s novels!” — Barbara Rowell, Director Jacksonville (AL) Public Library “Even better than the first! The Weredog Whisperer puts Cleo Tidwell firmly on my must-read-her-next-adventure list.” — Jeep Diva Reviews “The Weredog Whisperer is a delightful, fun-filled fantasy! Engaging, humorous, and full of surprises.” — Beth Duke, Author of Delaney’s People and Don’t Shoot Your Mule |