#BlogTour with #Excerpt & #Giveaway Boneseeker (The Boneseeker Chronicles #1) by Brynn Chapman



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Boneseeker

 

 

(The Boneseeker Chronicles #1)
by Brynn Chapman
Romantic Suspense
Paperback & ebook, 213 pages

January 10th 2018 by The Wild Rose Press, Inc

 

Aspiring scientist Arabella Holmes doesn't fit the role of a 1900s lady. Her father, Sherlock, landed her a position at the Mütter Museum to pursue her dream of becoming a purveyor of abnormal science, or what her father calls a "Boneseeker."

Henry Watson’s two-fold mission at the Mütter Museum is to join their team of forensic anthropologists in unearthing unusual antiquities and to watch over Arabella. If only he could get her to speak to him, instead of hurling knives in his general direction. Assigned to a most secret expedition to investigate a mysterious skeletal hand discovered in upstate New York, Arabella and Henry are soon caught in a scientific debate, and the search for the truth may have deadly consequences for those involved.

Are the bones from a Neanderthal? Or are they living proof of fallen angels known as Nephilim?

Watson and Holmes must put aside their differences, trust their instincts, and rely on one another to survive to uncover the truth.

*This is a new version of a previously published edition

Praise for BONESEEKER:

Winner of the New Jersey Romance Writers Golden Leaf Contest

"Creative, meticulously researched, and terrific fun!"  ~Grace Burrowes, NY Times Best Selling Author

"The characters, the setting, the descriptions and the mysteries and relationships all work together seamlessly to create a truly wonderful story that I completely adored." ~Best Books Ever Blog

"The settings are intriguing and the way they are described make you feel as if you are immersed in the story. I could feel the gloom and damp. That is rare in so many books! Boneseeker is a book I highly recommend, and I give it 5 stars!" ~Christy's Cozy Corners Blog

 
 
 
 

Henry is still and staring. I follow his gaze and brace myself. He’s spied my map, stuck to the wall.

He strides across the room, head whipping comically back and forth, his mouth agape.

At least twenty sets of pins jut out in clusters from the map. His fingers trace over the pinheads in wonder, starting with the grouping in Ohio, to Tennessee, all the way to Arizona and California. He whirls. “Out with it.”

I cross my arms and defiantly shake my head.

His eyes narrow. “No. No. This will not do. You’ve obviously been doing even more digging than I, despite your protests of the impossibility of such creatures. What do you know?”

His face changes abruptly, his voice lowering, apparently changing tactics. His voice suddenly drips like honey. “If I am to accompany you, would you place me at risk, without all the data?”

I bite my lip. “Fine.” I chuck a book at him.

He deftly deflects and flips it to examine the spine. “Life among the Piutes. I don’t understand.”

I slither out of bed and walk to the map, pointing to the congregation of pins in Nevada. “A woman named Sarah Winnemucca Hopkins wrote that book, chronicling Indian histories. Piute legends describe very large visitors with flaming auburn hair, and double rows of teeth. At this site, twenty-three skeletons were unearthed in 1883. They were discovered in Lovelock Cave, and all were between seven and eight feet tall. The Piute called them, Si-Te-Cahs.”

Henry’s jaw drops. “Really?” He begins to pace, hands twisting furiously. He whirls. “What do the different colors signify? The red and green pins?”

I smile. Only he would notice my classification system in one minute flat. “Red is for double rows of teeth. Green is for six toes.”

He steps back for a wider look, as if seeing the map for the first time. His mouth works furiously. He gesticulates, rapid-fire at the states, first at Arizona. “This one?”

My mind rifles through the files. I see the pages perfectly, just as I read them. “Stone sarcophagus housing a twelve-foot, six-toed skeleton.”

He touches the one in Tennessee. “This one?”

“Human footprints, preserved in rock, measuring thirty-three inches, with six toes.”

“I must see your notes.”

My eyes open wide, my hand shooting to my hip. “I don’t have notes.”

“Of course you don’t.” He sighs. “Would you write some for me?”

I walk back to the bed and sit. “I suppose.”

“We lesser mortals appreciate notes.


 
 
About the Author
 
 
Born and raised in western Pennsylvania, Brynn Chapman is the daughter of two teachers. Her writing reflects her passions: science, history and love--not necessarily in that order. In real life, the geek gene runs strong in her family, as does the Asperger's syndrome. Her writing reflects her experience as a pediatric therapist and her interactions with society's downtrodden. In fiction, she's a strong believer in underdogs and happily-ever-afters. Her ancestry tree claims she's a descendant of the House of Stuart.
 
 
Other Books by the Author
 
 
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GIVEAWAY #1: To enter to win a BONESEEKER audiobook and the pictured charm necklace ("And though she be but little, she is fierce." - Shakespeare), send a copy of your kindle purchase of BONESEEKER to publicity.brynnchapman@gmail.com. US only.
 
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