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On the Road with Gypsy and the Cheese Guy

I haven’t posted in a few weeks because I’ve been on tour. You know, the book tour. It’s taken me to far-away places like Burlington, Graham, Asheboro, Durham, Raleigh, Greensboro and Charlotte. And Mebane. Can’t forget Mebane. I even graced the lobby of the O’Henry Hotel, a swanky place in Greensboro. You may be thinking Burlington as in Burlington, Vermont. Or that Graham is the town in Texas, or Arizona. True – there are towns in those states with those names. Of course there are also towns in North Carolina with those names, too. Guess which towns I visited?

My travels with that Private Eye named Gypsy may not have taken me across the country, or even the state line, but I have learned some valuable lessons so far. Like no matter how important you think you are, someone will always misspell your name.

Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Four times. Yep, four times my name was misspelled on publicity posters and press releases. The posters even had a picture of the cover of the book with my name spelled correctly, yet the graphic artists apparently didn’t make the connection. The host bookstores were horrified when they learned of the mistakes, but I assured them it was all well and good.  Keeps one humble.10153676_1040074639351505_2093175272172025536_n

At one of the smaller, independent bookstores, I sat in the cafe prior to the reading/signing sipping on a $4.00 cappuccino I paid for chatting with the store owner/manager. When the start time for the event rolled around, the owner shook his head and said “looks like the author is a no show.” Yes, the publicity flier they had posted in the cafe, on the store window, at the register had my picture on it. But they had my name spelled right.

I was second billed at a book fair with 20 other authors. Rather impressed with that one. Until I realized I was the only author present who wrote genre fiction. Me and Gypsy—right smack in the middle of the poets with their chap books, MFA grads with their literary short story collections, and non-fiction authors pushing their photo-heavy “travels with” books. But me and Gypsy sold right many books so maybe there were closet genre readers in the crowd.

And then there was the cheese guy. it was at the same book fair with the literary minds. The host staff waiters and waitresses worked the crowd, offering trays of gourmet delectables. Everything looked so yummy, and carb rich. I noticed one of the other authors asked a waiter if they could perhaps bring something a little less carb heavy. She got a beautiful cheese tray so I followed suit and asked for the same. The waiter was happy to oblige and brought me a gorgeous marble tray with two different chunks of cheese, a variety of crackers, grapes, and warm pecans rolled lightly in confectioners sugar. Oh my! A nibble here, a nibble there…and I was wondering if it would be, like, really tacky to wrap what I hadn’t eaten in a napkin and stuff it in my bag to take home? But I never got the chance.10418877_10203180163046814_8643532505995193040_n

It’s kind of an unwritten “rule” at signings, book fairs, etc…to place your snacks or drinks in a corner of the table, behind a stand-up poster of some sort so your bag of Doritos and Diet Dr. Pepper aren’t on public display. Well, my cheese tray was behind my stand-up poster of Wink of an Eye, clearly out of public view, and totally understood for my consumption only. At least I thought so.

So I’m standing there behind my table chatting up a closeted mystery reader and this guy—a middle aged guy so it wasn’t like he was a kid—comes around behind my table and starts helping himself to my cheese. He even asked me where the knife was since the cheese was in chunks—a clear indication is was for one person and one person only. I was a little shocked so barely squeaked out that they didn’t bring a knife. Wait for it…it gets better. The man whips out his pocket knife and starts carving up my cheese! He helps himself to most of it and picks through the warm, sugar coated pecans for the better ones. He then went on about his merry way.

Sigh. Keep it humble, folks. You never know when they’ll misspell your name or steal your cheese.


Photo by Patti Phillips




Imagine Romancing the Stone meets Pirates of the Caribbean. Throw in a little bit of Raiders of the Lost Ark for spice and you’ll have a pretty apt description of The Pandora Box. It is a to-the-bone, rip-roaring adventure full of humor, romance, and a little suspense along the way.

The Pandora Box by Lilly Maytree should come with a warning: Reading in bed could ThePandoraBox_h11241_300result in serious sleep deprivation.

If it were a movie, you’d pause it before running to the kitchen to grab that snack. “Edge of your seat adventure” describes it well.

Buried treasure, Nazi war criminals, an old yacht named Pandora, a typhoon, and a ruggedly handsome Captain are just some of the ingredients Maytree uses to bring The Pandora Box to life.

The story is filled with colorful characters like protagonist Dee Parker, a journalist with a knack for trouble, and Pandora’s Captain, Wayne Hawkins (Hawk). When Dee and Hawk both lay claim to the Pandora, their worlds clash on land and at sea. Along with their two friends, Dee and Hawk set out on a high seas adventure in search of a buried treasure. Dee and Hawk’s mutual distrust threatens the voyage at nearly every wave while their mutual attraction begins to grow.

Maytree’s The Pandora Box takes on a somewhat serious subject for Christians with the “what if” scenario when Dee, a Christian, stands to gain millions in the hidden treasure. What will she do with the money? She keeps telling herself she’ll put it all to good use. But will she? Would she, like many others faced with sudden wealth, be tempted to casually forget God and everything they believe in? Maytree expertly guides Dee through temptations in a believable manner, making her more human than squeaky clean.

The Pandora Box is a good, fun read. Just don’t try and read it in bed.

Blurb … 

While investigating mysterious happenings at a state mental hospital, journalist D.J. Parker learns the location of a famous cache of diamonds that were stolen during World War II. What she doesn’t know is — the federal government has been following the case for years. With an old journal to lead the way, she sets out aboard a yacht that once carried the infamous Herman Goering. A thrilling treasure hunt that could prove to be the adventure of a lifetime.

That is, if the captain and his partner don’t turn out to be crooks. If the FBI officers are really working for the FBI. And if the horrendous secret Dee uncovered during the investigation has absolutely no connection to the famous jewels. But how long can a secret remain a secret? And more importantly, how can a person really tell who is trustworthy, and who is not?

Excerpt …

How will you get me out,” I asked my editor, “after I once get in?” ~ Nellie Bly

It was visiting day in the psychiatric hospital. Dee Parker sat at her usual table in the lounge, next to a foot-wide floor to ceiling window that allowed only a narrow view to the outside lawn. No need to attract any undue attention. It was not an opening window and there was no way of escape. There was that word again. Kept popping up every time she turned around. Honestly, if people could read each other’s minds, they’d all be staring at her right now.

Better get a grip. This was the day. The real deal.

Today, she was going to help Nelson Peterson escape from Wyngate State Hospital. Of course, that was not part of her original assignment, and her editor would probably hit the roof when he found out. But she would deal with that after she got Peterson safely out of here. For weeks now, she only had to come as far as this visitor’s lounge to talk with the old gentleman. Just the thought of having to live here was enough to give her nightmares. But it would soon be over.

Dee felt again for the sprig of miniature roses she had tucked into the band of her straw hat (the smell of roses was supposed to have a calming effect on people) and forced herself not to look around so much. There were too many people here who were getting used to her weekly visits and might engage in conversation if they caught her eye. Today, of all days, she did not want to stand out or be remembered. Except this afternoon, there was something troubling in the atmosphere. She could sense it…

The Pandora Box book trailer


Adventure novelist Lilly Maytree

Who is Lilly Maytree? Lilly Maytree is an inspirational adventure novelist who takes her adventuring very seriously. At this very moment, she is aboard her sailboat, the Glory B, traveling north to Alaska, looking for gold, and divine appointments. Maybe even a place called Summer’s Island, where she could… oh, but that’s another story. To see how all of this started, you can visit with her at lillymaytree.com To find out where Lilly is now, you can go to: lillysarmchairtravelers.blogspot.com. She loves hearing from readers!

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