When aging friends form a detective agency in their Scottish village,
their likelihood of success seems dubious. One is blind, two have
hearing problems, one uses a crutch—and the two youngest members are
from America, not Scotland.
Dubbing themselves the Fog Busters, the
friends vow to solve a murder that local police have labeled as Death by
Misadventure. Indeed, misadventure seems to follow the Fog Busters when
the killer attempts to stop them from investigating.
Add in a lost
treasure of rare Scottish coins, a false prophet, a string of house
breakings and dog nappings, and a dog fighting ring—and the Fog Busters
have the recipe for laughter and danger. With four unattached members of
their group, they also have a chance at romance. But do they have the
ability to solve the string of crimes that haunt their small village—and
will all of them survive throughout the investigation?

Stephanie Parker McKean Biography
I’ve survived mauling by an African lion.
I’ve survived being bitten by a water moccasin snake.
I’ve emerged victorious from having been sexually abused as a child.
Fleeing that abuse, I lived under a bridge and washed myself and my
clothes in the river—even during the coldest months of the year. I
painted signs in exchange for money for meals. If I didn’t make enough
money, I didn’t eat. Now instead of living under a bridge, I write about
them as in Bridge to Nowhere, released by Sunpenny Publishing.
I’ve
learned that what doesn’t make you bitter makes you better. As trite as
the saying is, you can’t make lemonade without the lemons.
And
thank God, I’ve made the transition from atheist to Christian. My two
favorite Bible verses are: in everything give thanks, and all things
work together to good to them that love the LORD.
The worst day in
my life was the day that I lost my job; my mother died and I couldn’t
make plans to attend her funeral because my husband had just been sent
home from the hospital to die; our sheepdog died, and my truck caught on
fire in downtown San Antonio. With flames shooting up from under the
hood, I raised my hands to the sky and thanked God. I was safe!
Everything bad that could happen to one person in one day had already
happened to me. It could only get better. It did.
Thanks to Sunpenny
Publishing, Bridge to Nowhere joins my other Christian
mystery-romance-suspense books: Heart Shadows, Until the Shadows Flee,
and Shadow Chase. I’m now married to wonderful Alan McKean, author of
The Scent of Time and The Scent of Home. We live in the lovely Black
Isle of Scotland with our rough collie, Angel Joy. But I bet you want to
hear more about the lion.
First, I was born in Texas, which was at
that time the biggest state in the U.S. I learned at an early age that
everything in Texas is bigger and better. When Alaska became a state, I
cried. But what about the lion?
Along with an innate pride for
Texas, I was born with a love for animals. At age four, my first pet was
a large grasshopper that I carried around on a silver spoon. When I
accidentally dropped spoon and grasshopper down the radiator in the
upstairs apartment building, I sobbed at the tragic loss of my pet. My
mother sobbed right along with me. The spoon had been a wedding gift.
History repeated itself years later when my four-year-old son’s pet
grasshopper was consumed by a much smaller spider. He sobbed
inconsolably. Son Luke Parker is now a U.S. Marine, which would make any
parent proud. But I’m most proud of him for walking with God. But back
to the lion.
My love for animals led to the snake bite. Because I
was an unpopular child, I made pets out of snakes. Other girls were
afraid of them. Riding a bicycle with a snake around my neck made boys
notice me—they thought I was crazy! The day after I appeared on a local
television show explaining how to tell a poisonous snake from a harmless
snake, I caught a snake to see which it was. It was poisonous—a water
moccasin—and it bit me. Now, finally—the lion!
Ebenezer arrived in
the back of a station wagon to join our family’s roadside zoo, a
collection of animals that included opossums, raccoons, assorted
harmless snakes, a fox, a large boa constrictor, monkeys, a skunk, and a
jaguarundi. The 200-pound pet fit right in with our family, until he
reached 400 pounds and became a lion.
Sadly, when I became mature
enough to quit riding bicycles with snakes in my quixotic attempt to
impress boys, I remained immature enough to use a gimmick like an
African lion. I invited a fellow college student home to see Eb. Not
realizing that Eb had transformed from pet to lion overnight, I boldly
walked up to him. Eb grabbed me by the stomach, threw me to the ground,
and began mauling me. My terrified college friend jerked me out of the
cage—which made Eb bite even harder because he was about to lose his
toy. “I hope I did that right,” he panted. “I’ve never had to rescue
anyone from a lion before!” I never saw him again.
And now you know
about the lion. And when you read Bridge to Nowhere, an adult Christian
mystery-romance-suspense set in Three Prongs, Texas, where the misfits
fit, you’ll understand a bit more about Texas.
And hopefully, you’ll
learn how to make lemonade out of lemons. Because what doesn’t make you
bitter makes you better. And with God's help, all you need to add is a
little prayer, a little praise...a little sugar.
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