After nearly two years and ten murders, the people of Townsend, Tennessee are still plagued with unanswered questions and hidden secrets in the shadows of the mountains.
Another dark cloud hovers over Townsend. It's the menacing Stroud clan whose actions create new problems for the police force.
Will peace and tranquility ever return to the Smokies?
The Smoky Mountain Murders
Award winning authors, Marlene Mitchell and Gary Yeagle have combined their talent and creativity for your reading pleasure.
Travel through the Great Smoky Mountains, visit Knoxville, Gatlinburg, Pigeon Forge, Sevierville and the scenic routes that lead to Cades Cove, Iron Mountain, Cherokee and Townsend in this chilling suspenseful trilogy.
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About the Author
It was the tail end of the Great Depression when my mother began having babies. She had five children in five years and five years later, I was born. We were poor ragtag kids who had no idea about television, telephones or inside plumbing. All we had was a radio that picked up two stations. Most of the houses we lived in should have had a sign on the front door that said, "Condemned." We moved around a lot. My father enjoyed his creature comforts, which in his case were women and booze, while we stayed home with mom. We froze in the winter, burned up in the summer, ate lots of fatty meat fried in lard and walked a long way to school every day. We got one pair of shoes each year. They were brown leather, always a size too big so they would last until summer and you could go barefoot. We played outside until dark, wore plastic bags on over our shoes in the snow, and in the summer we swam in the Mississippi River. Cuts, scrapes and bruises from tin cans and glass were treated with Mercurochrome and a pat on the head. We had measles, mumps, whooping cough and chicken pox--and we survived it all.
To this day, my imagination is my best friend and creativity is my constant source of inspiration.