🗣️ Come listen to Episode 19 of my podcast, 12 Minutes (or less!) with the Author. In this episode, I’m sharing an audio clip from Through the Door, book two in the Door to Door Paranormal Mystery series. The audiobook is currently in production and is being narrated by the talented Elyse Osterhaug. Elyse also narrated Door to Door, book one in the series, and you can find links to that audiobook here.
A transcript of this latest episode and a link to the Spotify podcast episode are below. The podcast is also on YouTube (video below).
Episode 19, on Spotify: https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/vLVGp9PaqGb
This podcast episode is also available on YouTube. Find it here: https://youtu.be/98kyIefZzYs
Find the Door to Door Paranormal Mystery Series in these places:
- Door to Door: https://books2read.com/doortodoor/
- Through the Door: https://books2read.com/throughthedoor/
- Doors Wide Open: https://books2read.com/doorswideopen/
About Through the Door, by T.L. Brown
Salesman Emily Swift is back — and so is Templeton! After learning about her supernatural abilities, 30-year-old Emily Swift returns home to Kincaid to rebuild a normal life with her boyfriend. As she struggles to get a handle on her “door traveling” energy, a strange warning squawks from her car radio: a terrorist group called the Fringe is still watching her.
Before she can figure out if the message is from a friend or foe, Emily’s quirky mother, Lydia, goes missing — and resurfaces in the Empire! As Lydia travels from city to city in this peculiar world, a wake of chaos is created. Add the murder of a hated art critic and a kidnapping into the mix, and things go from bad to worse.
Friends Tara and Rabbit join Emily as they race against the Fringe to catch up with Emily’s wandering mother. Will Emily’s nemesis, the mysterious Templeton, join her in rescuing Lydia? What will it cost her? Is the price too high?
Welcome to 12 Minutes (or less!) with the Author. I’m your host, T.L. Brown, but you can call me Tracy. Let’s get started.
Hey there. For this podcast, I’m giving listeners a sneak peek of Through the Door’s audiobook recording. This is the second book in the Door to Door Paranormal Mystery series. The story picks up after main character Emily Swift returns home to rebuild a normal life with her boyfriend, Jack. As Emily struggles to get a handle on her “door traveling” energy, a weird warning blasts out of her car radio: the Fringe is still watching her. In Through the Door, you’ll find:
- A gutsy main character who won’t back down
- Loyal friendships
- Mother-daughter family dynamics
- A Kidnapping and a rescue
- A new and oh-so-dangerous bad guy
- A sacrifice you won’t see coming
- And an ending that will have you reaching for book 3 in the series — which is out now as an ebook and a paperback.
The audio clip I’m about to share with you takes place in Chapter 17 and contains a tiny spoiler from the first book in the series. Templeton has just put Emily between a rock and a hard spot in this scene. Are you ready? Here we go!
Through the Door, Door to Door Paranormal Mystery book two, written by T.L. Brown. Narrated by Elyse Osterhaug.
Lucie left early to gather supplies for the finding spell. She explained we’d use the beryl as a pendulum to try and pinpoint where my mother was being kept. She also needed to pick up a map of Matar. Because there was little for me to do but wait — again — she also gave me a stack of books explaining various forms of magic and spell ingredients. Maybe as I looked through them, something would resonate with me.
Any other time, browsing through Lucie’s books would be interesting. Unfortunately, my attention span was that of a fruit fly. Several times I returned to the potted Whispering Flowers to see if anything had changed. Each time I was disappointed.
“I can’t just sit here,” I complained to the empty kitchen. Even if I only went out for a latte, at least it wouldn’t be sitting and waiting on everyone else. I grabbed my shoulder bag. Before I could step outside, it started to rain.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I whined, standing inside as the rain splashed up off the stoop. I shut the door. I no longer had a coat of my own, but I remembered a long-sleeved blue jacket hanging on a chair in the spare bedroom I’d slept in. Maybe Lucie wouldn’t mind if I borrowed it.
I hurried upstairs to retrieve it. I crossed the bedroom, snagging the light coat from the chair. Turning to set my shoulder bag on the bed, I about jumped out of my skin when I saw Templeton. He stood with his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown.
“Dammit, Templeton! Stop doing that!” I said as I threw my bag down. “And you know what? This isn’t my house. You can’t just go walking into other people’s houses like this. I know I read that somewhere.”
He sneered. “I’m sure you’ve branded all of the Empire’s rules and regulations into your brain. You obey them so well.”
“I’m serious,” I said, glad that the bed was between us. “You shouldn’t be here. Tuesday’s balcony was one thing. Door traveling into Lucie’s home is a violation.”
Templeton ignored me. Instead, he stepped into the room and began to explore. He nosed through a couple of books left on a table. “At least she has taste.” He sniffed. “Actually, the witch would probably appreciate my appearance. I could enlighten her about a crack forming in one of the wards she put up.”
I knew wards were used by some magical practitioners to keep people out or to make sure something was protected. I folded my arms. “I’m sure she’d appreciate that. Maybe you should leave and call her someday to make an appointment.”
“I don’t have time to play teacher to your little friends,” Templeton huffed as he moved closer to me. He stood at the end of the bed.
I was determined to keep him from rattling me. “And you’re here because?”
“Because I believe there’s someone who could tell you where the Fringe is hiding your mother,” he answered, removing his top hat and gently placing it on the bottom of the bed.
My mouth popped open. “Who? Where is she, Templeton?” Without thinking I closed the space between us and seized the front of his grey dress shirt with both fists.
Templeton’s hands wrapped firmly around my wrists as he pulled me off. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Don’t do that again,” he warned. He held my wrists.
“Where is she?” I repeated, twisting my hands as I struggled to make him let go.
“Listen to me!” He gave me a shake. “I said I might know someone who can help you. I don’t know where your mother is at this point.” He suddenly released his grip, pushing me away at the same time.
I glowered at him, catching myself as I stumbled backward. “Who. Is. It?”
“No one you want to do business with, I assure you,” he said, looking down and straightening his tailored shirt. Annoyed, he pressed his lips together before continuing. “I will speak with her. But it’ll cost you.”
“Cost me? What do you mean?” I asked, rubbing my forehead with my hand. I eyed my nemesis. “How much will this ‘help’ cost?”
After tending to the front of his dress shirt, he checked the buttons at his wrists on both sleeves. He didn’t bother to look up. “Your piece of the Crimson Stone.”
I threw up my hands, spinning around and stepping away. “You have got to be kidding me! You’ve gone on and on about how the Crimson Stone needs to be in capable hands, and now you’re telling me to give it up to some extortionist who wants my piece in exchange for what is essentially my mother’s life? This is — no! No!” I whirled back around, furious at Templeton for his part in all of this. I stabbed my index finger at him. “You are going to take me to your ‘friend,’ and I’m going to rip off their arm and beat them with it until they tell me where my mother is!”
My outburst earned me an amused smirk and a wicked light flickering in Templeton’s cold blue eyes. “That won’t be necessary, Emily. The Stone will remain in capable hands.”
I sucked in a breath. “No…The piece of the Stone is for you, not the other person.”
His smile didn’t reach his icy stare. “She’ll require payment as well, but I’ll cover it as part of our deal.”
“There is no deal,” I gritted. “You can’t have it.”
“Then I can’t help you.” He swept his top hat off the bed, pivoting on a heel before heading for the bedroom door.
He only made it a few steps. “Wait!” I blurted out.
Templeton paused, turning slowly. Anticipation danced in his eyes. “Are you going to give up your piece of the Stone?”
“This is my mother’s life, Templeton.” I heard the pleading in my voice.
“And time is running out for her,” he said evenly. “Everything has a price, Emily…”
T.L. Brown: This has been 12 Minutes (or less!) with the Author. Thanks for listening to today’s episode. Hope you can join me for the next one. Until then, this is Tracy, AKA author T.L. Brown, signing off.