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Seven Reasons Why You should Read Invisible Path



About Invisible Path
While Tempe’s son, Blair is home from Christmas break, he and his roommate from college do a bit of snooping to find out about the para-military group who’ve been seen driving through town. When a young popular Indian is found dead near the recovery center on the reservation, Tempe is called in to help with the investigation. Another Native American but a newcomer to the rez, Jesus Running Bear, is the only suspect. A hidden pregnancy, a quest to find the Hairy Man, and a visit to the pseudo soldiers’ compound put Jesus and Tempe in jeopardy.
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Seven Reasons Why You should Read Invisible Path
1. If you’ve never read a Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery, this is a good place to get acquainted with Tempe, her preacher husband, Hutch, and her son, Blair. In Invisible Path Blair is home for the Christmas holidays. Though this is the ninth in the series, every book is written as a stand-alone.

2. If you like mysteries with a Native American protagonist, you’ll enjoy Invisible Path. Indian legends and mysticisms are woven in the plot as Tempe investigates the death of a young man on the reservation.

3. While investigating the murder, Tempe’s interest is piqued by a group of pseudo soldiers who’ve made a secret encampment high in the mountains near a stand of Giant Sequoias. Do they have a hidden agenda?

4. Christmas is coming and Tempe doesn’t have time to plan for the festivities or even take the time to enjoy her son’s homecoming from college. Are Blair and his college friend getting too involved in the murder investigation?

5. Tempe seeks counsel from fellow Indian, Nick Two John. As usual, he never really answers her questions—only making cryptic statements. Nick Two John is a favorite character for many of the fans of the Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery series, why not find out why.

6. Horrifying dreams plague Tempe. Are they premonitions of what is to come? Tempe’s dreams often predict future happenings, but are difficult to interpret.

7. You’ll want to read Invisible Path to meet Jesus Running Bear, falsely accused of murder. Can Tempe find the killer before the victim’s friends take justice into their own hands? Find out what happens when Tempe’s investigation comes too close to the pseudo-soldiers encampment. If you love mysteries with a different twist, you should read Invisible Path.

About Marilyn Meredith

Marilyn Meredith is the author of nearly thirty published novels, including the award winning Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery series, the latest Invisible Path from Mundania Press. Under the name of F. M. Meredith she writes the Rocky Bluff P.D. crime series, An Axe to Grind is the latest from Oak Tree Press.


She is a member of EPIC, Four chapters of Sisters in Crime, including the Internet chapter, Mystery Writers of America, and on the board of the Public Safety Writers of America. Visit her at http://fictionforyou.com and her blog at http://marilymeredith.blogspot.com/.



Read the Excerpt!


“Jesus, I need to talk to you.”
My grandma was the only one who could get away with pronouncing my name like Jesus in the Bible. My friends say it like “Hay-soos.” Grandma didn’t like it when she heard someone say my name like that. She usually corrected whoever it was by saying, “My grandson is not Mexican, he is Indian. His name is Jesus Running Bear.”


I don’t know what inspired my mother to give me such a name, and she wasn’t around to ask.
Grandma fixed her small dark eyes on me. When she smiled her eyes became crescent moons. She wasn’t smiling now. Whatever it was she wanted to say, it had to be important.
I put down the bowl I’d gotten out of the cupboard. Breakfast would have to wait.


“You’ve been thinking about something a lot. Something that’s going to give you problems.” Grandmother’s face was round, weathered, and brown as a nut. Her gray hair was pulled straight back and arranged in a bun. Wiry strands escaped and poked out around her ears and the nape of her neck. She wore a man’s red plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, over a pair of faded blue jeans. Beneath the baggy clothes, she was slim and muscled. Her toes peeked out from a pair of worn leather sandals.


I loved my grandma; after all she was the one who raised me after my mother left me alone while she went on a three day drunk. My uncle found me and brought me to grandmother’s house where I’ve been ever since. No, I don’t miss my mother because I don’t even remember her. I only know what I’ve been told about her—not much of it good.


I wasn’t sure what kind of problem Grandma meant. Sure, I’d been going down to the beer joints with my cousin and friends even though I knew she didn’t want me drinking. Maybe that’s what this was about. I respected my grandmother, but I hadn’t obeyed her warning about never touching alcohol. She hated alcohol. Grandfather had died from drinking too much. Maybe my mother was dead too. No one had heard from her in years.


“Come. Sit down.” She motioned to the chair where I usually sat. In front of her was a cup of tea. “We’re going to find out exactly what is going on with you.”


I sat on the edge of the seat. She was going to do some weird Indian stuff. We were Miwok—though we didn’t live on or near a reservation. We lived in a small town in the foothills above Modesto which is in the Central Valley of California. Frankly, I didn’t know much about my heritage except what my grandma told me.


She was an amazing woman, and could do so many things. I was proud of most of what she did. She knew how to gather herbs that could cure most sicknesses. She wove beautiful baskets that she sold at Pow Wows and to tourists in gift shops in Yosemite and other places.


When I was a kid, she took me on camping trips into the back country. She could out hike me even today. But I wasn’t crazy about all the Indian stuff she did that I didn’t understand.
Grandma stared into the cup and began speaking in her native language. That’s what she always did when she was concentrating on something.


She lifted her head and fixed her eyes on me again. “You’re looking for a girlfriend. That’s it, isn’t it?”
Well, sure. What young guy isn’t trying to find a girl? But for once I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.


Again, she peered into the cup. “I see all kinds of women. Be careful not to choose the wrong one. If you do, you’ll be miserable.”


She stared and her eyes looked funny, like she was seeing something far, far away.
I squirmed, wondering where this was leading. Maybe she already had someone picked out for me.


“I see a pretty girl with a nice figure. She has long straight hair, clear down to her waist. She’ll wiggle her plump bottom and you won’t be able to think. Women have power–especially young pretty ones. Don’t you so much as give her more than a passing glance. If you do, you’ll be miserable your whole life.” Grandma didn’t look up.


In my mind I could see the pretty girl walking down the street, her shiny black hair swinging back and forth like her hips.


After a few minutes my day dream ended when Grandma said, “There’s another one. Short and skinny like I was when I was young. But beware, she’s nothing like me. This one is sneaky. She’ll act like she cares for you when she has lots of other men.”


Interesting. This was more fun than I’d expected.


“I see another one, curly headed and laughing. She’ll welcome you to her bed.”
This was sounding better and better, and I risked a smile.


“Take my warning, grandson. Don’t marry her. She knows nothing about being a wife or taking care of children. She only knows how to have fun. She only wants to party, party, party. She’s not for you.”


I was beginning to wonder if there was anyone Grandma would see in that teacup who was good enough for me.


“Ah, there’s the one you must look for. She’s a sweet girl, with dark brown wavy hair and a dimple in one cheek. She knows and respects the old ways.”


“Where is she? Does she live around here?” I was ready to introduce myself to this wonderful woman.


“No, she lives far away. It may take a long, long while before you meet her.”
That wasn’t such good news. “How will I find her?”


“The path lies straight ahead. Sometimes it will be invisible, but it’s always there.”
Grandma’s discussion about my future seemed to be over.


She picked up the cup and dumped the dregs in the sink. Wiping her hands on a tea towel that had been draped through the handle of the old refrigerator, she asked, “Are you ready to eat?”


* * *
I almost forgot about Grandma’s predictions, because I started drinking more and more with my buddies. I became an embarrassment to her and my other relatives, and I didn’t care.



Comments

  1. Thanks for hosting Marilyn today. I hope your readers will take a comment to check out her book.

    If you visit YouTube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vidw-hG_ck you'll be able to watch a video trailer created for the book.

    Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

    Cheryl

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  2. This was a fun interview to do, I hope your readers enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

    Don't forget to leave a comment so I can enter you in my contest to be a character in my next Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery.

    Marilyn

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  3. Invisible Path is a fun read for all the reasons you mentioned and more.

    Mason
    Thoughts in Progress

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