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

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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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Your creepy picture is my treasure

Awhile back I was cleaning out stuff and came across an old picture. It was large, probably equivalent to a 16×20, in a wooden oval frame. The picture was old, I mean old, and had begun to crack. There was no glass protecting it. I couldn’t tell if it was on canvas or paper. The picture was of two people, a man and a woman. The setting looked like it was perhaps an early form of a portrait studio.

I was mesmerized by this picture. I had no idea who these people were. Or better yet, how it turned up in my possession. I showed it to my sister and kids and they all had the same reaction. Scrunched up noses while whispering “creepy.”

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The picture of the picture

Obviously they didn’t see what I saw in this picture. They saw two creepy people we didn’t know in an old creepy picture. I saw a story.

Who were they? Were they husband and wife? Brother and sister? Lovers? How did they earn their living? Was he a man of God? A drinker? Maybe both? Was she warm and loving or cold and distant? Did she pine for a secret love? Did they have children? Were they born here or cross the sea on a ship? The possibilities were endless. They were no longer two creepy people. They had a story.

I kept that picture and swore I’d hang it one day near my writing desk. Still not knowing who these two people were. Then the darnedest thing happened.

Christmas Eve, I was going through one of several totes of old photos I have, picking out pictures of my mother’s side of the family. I was going to my cousin’s house for a get-together later in the day and thought it would be fun to look at some of the old photos.  Then what to my wandering eyes should appear?  A picture of the picture! And written on the back, in my paternal grandmother’s handwriting, were the words “Grandpa and Grandma Hall.” The man and woman in that picture were no longer just two random people, they were my dad’s great-grandparents, and my great-great grandparents.

Although finding the picture of the old creepy picture solved a family puzzle (who were these people and what am I doing with the picture?), it kind of put the story to rest. I couldn’t make up a backstory for my two random people anymore. They had their own story. I am interested, though, in discovering what that story was.