A little about the author
C. L. Kraemer is a wanderer, a way of life started
when her father served in the U.S. Marine Corp. She’s carried on the tradition
seeing most of the continental United States as well as Hawaii and Alaska.
Three contemporary romance novels written under the nom de plume,
Celia Cooper: Old Enough to Know Better;
Sun in Sagittarius, Moon in Mazatlan; and If Only were gifts from the writing gods. A fourth novel, Cats in the Cradle of Civilization, written
as C. L. Kraemer is her first venture to the mystery genre. Wings ePress, Inc. is the publisher of
these four offerings.
Healthy Homicide, the October 2008 launch book for a new
publishing house, RoguePhoenixPress,
picks up the torch again in the mystery world. In February 2010, she
contributed writings to two Valentine’s Anthologies at RoguePhoenixPress: A
Valentine Anthology, with The Lending
Library and A Different Kind of
Valentine with The Prize.
She completed the base story in a Dragon fantasy series, Dragons Among Us, for RoguePhoenix Press. The second in the
series, Dragons Among the Eagles,
was released June 2011.
Meadows of Gold,
another faerie story, was released March 2011 as part of A St Patrick’s Day Tale. A
novel based on one of the first mass shootings, which took place in Salem,
Oregon in 1981, Shattered Tomorrows,
was released August 2011. Currently in the works for publication is a commuter
book featuring a motorcycle poker run, Joker’s
Wild, and the third in the dragon series, Dragons Among the Ice.
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Excerpt
Dragons Among Us
C. L. Kraemer
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Aleda
crawled from her sleeping bag and, individually, stretched her muscles. She’d
always enjoyed camping. It was the only time she slept well. Something about
the unpolluted air, the nights sounds of nature and knowing there were no other
people about produced a sleeping potion no doctor could recreate. She dressed
warmly against the morning chill and meandered to the stream to get water for
coffee and cooking. Not having done much the day before, her ravenous hunger
puzzled her.
“Must
be the good mountain air.” She made coffee, scrambled eggs, and toasted bread
with a slender wire camp toaster, which she held over the fire. As she sat in
her chair enjoying the taste of food and quiet of the surrounding woods, hair
on the back of her neck began to stand on end and her skin tingled. She shook
off the feeling and poured another cup of coffee. The sensation of eyes
observing her movements overpowered her senses and her amulet began humming,
the sound increasing in volume with each passing minute.
“Enough!”
Aleda tossed her plastic plate to the table with a clatter, stomped to her tent
and retrieved a heavy coat. “I’ll nip this foolishness in the bud, right now!”
She
hesitated as she started to storm from the camp. Camera. Quickly returning to her tent, she stomped away from her
personal sanctuary, Nikon in hand, stomach complaining. Half a dozen paces from
the camp, after wreaking a rushing flurry of birds into flight, Aleda realized,
if she was to find out what was inducing her amulet to hum and her hair to stand
on end, she would need to slow her pace—think before she stumbled into trouble.
She proceeded into the stand of trees serving as the backdrop for her camp.
Sauntering to nearest the evergreen, she placed her hand on the bark and felt a
buzzing sensation tickle her palm. Aleda stumbled backward, dumbfounded by the
commotion stirring within her. Logic and reason said she shouldn’t be sensing anything by touching the tree.
“This
whole trip is turning out to be totally illogical.”
Aleda
narrowed her eyes and concentrated on the skin of the tree. She began to see
small creatures scurrying up and down the grooved surface of the bark, the
scene recalling the Marquam Bridge merging into I-5 at rush hour. She pulled
deeply of the air surrounding her and discovered she could taste ponderosa,
yellow pine and western larch trees tinged by intermittent bursts of avalanche
lily, trillium and huckleberry. Another deep breath captured faint blackberry
and raspberry sensations. Standing very still and concentrating with an
intensity she’d never utilized, Aleda began to recognize the buzz of life
around her. In her ears, insect sounds whispered from every direction, her skin
reverberated with the movement of air caused by birds flying and bees busy with
spring activities. When the scene before her began to waver and tiny flashes of
white light popped in her vision, Aleda realized she’d quit breathing. She
pulled air into her lungs and crumbled to the soft pine needle and moss covered
forest floor.
Review
3.5 angel wings
"All in all I was very impressed
with this author’s imagination and the ability to bring the story to life for
me within the pages of her book. It held
my attention and kept me wondering what was next throughout the pages." Courtney Rene for Rogue's Angles
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