Guest Blog: Panthers and Precincts by D.F. Krieger

UFI welcomes D.F. Krieger Author of Panthers and Precincts. Thanks for Joining us!!

Teenage Garage Sale 

Imagine, if you will, driving gravel roads to a sprawling farm in a small, backwoods town. The location is somewhere in the southern tip of Illinois. The summer heat leaves a trickle of sweat that smothers your skin, but the words Garage Sale force you to pull into the driveway of a farm house. Welcome to my home as a child and throughout my teenage years. Before you start perusing goods, let me inform you that everything listed has a special place eternally in my heart, and in truth, none of it would ever have been up for sale at an event like this. Now that you know you can look, but never buy, shall we continue?

An old car sits to the side with a new interior and virtually no rust spots. The car, a 1983 AMC Eagle Sedan, is my vehicular pride and joy. Four wheel drive and a sturdiness only 80's cars can give makes this my constant companion. Don't tell my parents, but it also is a great mudding car. How much did I buy it for? Only $800. Well, if you don't count the fact that transmission fell out of the car on the way home from the sale. That cost another thousand to replace.

Oh, you've noticed the cats by now? Every one of them has a name. The Russian Blue in my lap is Thea. The black and silver stripe is her brother, Tye. The blue-eyed Siamese is named Fester due to my family's love of the Addam's Family. And the brown tabby? He's a rescue I brought home from work. His name is Foster and he came to us with a gash down his back from a coyote trying to eat him. No, you can't adopt any! These guys are priceless and I love every one of them.

Show you something you can buy? Uh... Well, we don't have much here. Could I interest you in a cow? Out of that herd you can see, three of them are mine. My step-dad struck a deal with me. Every time a calf loses its mom, I can bottle feed it. If it survives, it goes into my herd. I love them, and they have names, but I really need to fix my car again. I guess I could part with all three for a thousand? You don't have anywhere to keep a cow? Wow. City folk must be so lonely.

What do you mean we don't have anything? We have plenty of things. I have a whole bookshelf filled with Pier's Anthony books from his Xanth series. And...and... Well, I have cows and you don’t. There's nothing like an armful of cow hug when life's got you down.

Okay, so we didn't have much growing up. My family and raising revolved around running the farm and school. Yet, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I didn't have a cushy life as a teenager, but I know how to cook, sew, help a cow in labor, clean a wound from barb wire, and shake it off when I get zapped by an electric fence. If you want a garage sale you can actually buy from, you might want to drive an hour or so in either direction to the nearest real city.

Thanks for visiting! ~ D. F. Krieger 

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D.F. Krieger is currently published through Evernight Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, and Breathless Press. She writes everything from sci-fi, to fantasy, to military romance. A lover of writing, reading, and her own imaginary worlds, D. F. hopes for many more books to come.

Under her real name, D. F. is also a managing editor at Breathless Press. She is proud of each of her authors and loves to see new authors receive publication.

D. F. loves hearing from her readers and those interested in the writing world. Be sure to check her website for more information, upcoming books, and her passions. 

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Panthers and Precincts
Faxfire #1
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 Meet Zeara—zoologist, crime solver, and crazy cat lady. Throw a literate panther and a sexy detective into the mix and watch the trouble ensue.

People didn't just happen to "drop by for a visit" at midnight. Whoever was on the other side of that door either had a good reason, one that she probably didn't want to hear, or would wish they had once she finished tearing them apart.

Dr. Zeara Faxfire and her side-kick cat, Magic, are on the case when a panther is discovered during a police investigation of a missing boy. The fact the panther can write is only slightly scarier than Zeara's attraction to Detective Markovich. Add a little magic, some mayhem, and scientific proof of the paranormal, and she ends up knee-deep in trouble. Can she find the missing boy, solve the riddle of the panther, and face her own past before time runs out? Or will the only way to give everyone a happy ending come at the expense of the job she loves?

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