Wildflowers Come Back

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Wildflowers Come Back by Sarah Spann

Will Lyss listen to the voices

that haunt her?

Lyss Brewer is starting the new year in a cheap motel with a wrinkled party dress and mascara stains on her cheeks. No job. No money. And as of New Year’s Eve: No boyfriend and no place to live.

Just when everything is going completely wrong, something finally goes right. Lyss is given the chance to start over when she is offered a live-in position at an historic inn. The inn will become her sanctuary, and the colorful characters who work there will become her family. However, Lyss will soon discover that the walls which surround her hold much more than history.

As fear of a serial killer spreads throughout the city of Santa Fe, Lyss begins to wrestle with her own sanity. Is she hallucinating or is she really seeing ghosts? Just when she thinks she’s found the connection, her world is turned upside down.

Will Lyss listen to the voices that haunt her? Or will she trust the one person who can’t be trusted?

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What Are Readers Saying?

“I am normally good a guessing where a mystery is headed, but not with Wildflowers Come Back. Midway through the book, 75% into it…and even the last page, caught me by surprise. That’s hard to find in any book. This isn’t just any book. It’s a must read, and I guarantee that after you read it,you will want to immediately read it again!” – Amazon.com Reviewer

Debut author Sarah Spann enters the world of indie publishing with grand slam hit and home run! “Wildflowers Come Back” is easily a must read if you are a true fan of ghost stories! Spann tell the tale with such a realism that she places you the reader right there in the action with her characters.Thomas A.
Her flow is wonderful, and her style – amazing. I’ve been slowly counting the weeks until the release of her book, and I was thrilled to pick it up. I finally sat down to read it, and when I got through the first few pages today, I didn’t stop until I was done. This story sucked me in and I finished it in one sitting.M.R. Merrick
I absolutely loved this book! The character of Lyss was fun, snarky, with a bit of deep-set angst. She found she has a gift of seeing, which makes her think she is crazy. I liked the relationships she had with the people at the inn. They were all unique characters that Lyss grew to love like family. …This book is highly recommended by me. Spann has a way with words. The fact that this is her debut novel shows that we can expect more great works from her in the future. Autumn Dickinson
The writing was so well done in this book that I have to say by the end of it, I wouldn’t have cared what it was about because I loved it. I believe that Sarah Spann is one who will eventually join the ranks of the more reliable Indie Writers that you can count on not only a professional appearance, but excellent editing. This book would get five stars for the story and an additional star if I could for the professionalism that made the book read easy and comfortably.TL Jeffcoat

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A woman’s high-pitched scream tore through the building, drowning out Jonathan’s latest string of over-emphasized sighs. The scream appeared to be coming from the dining room. Lyss rushed across the kitchen into the dining area where a handful of guests were relaxing, unmoved by the scream. Did they not hear it? How did they not hear it? She turned around and scanned the room as confusion and concern welled up inside her. After a few seconds she spun back around toward the kitchen and slammed into Jonathan. His unannounced presence surprised her, and she stepped back with a soft gasp.

“What was that?” she whispered, her eyes shifting.

“What was what?” Jonathan looked at her with a curious grin.

“That scream! I heard a woman scream. Didn’t you?”

An older woman sitting at a nearby table with her husband looked up from the romance novel she was reading. “I didn’t hear anything, dear.”

Lyss scanned the room once again before walking back into the kitchen with her arms firmly crossed over her chest. She could have sworn she heard a scream.

Jonathan followed her into the kitchen, observing her every movement. “You heard someone scream? Where? In Timbuktu? Good ears.”

She glared at him. “I was mistaken. Just drop it.”

He leaned against the counter and watched her slide onto the stool as she began peeling address labels and sticking them on postcards like nothing had happened. Why was she so hard to pin down?

“You know, if you need help with those I don’t mind,” he said motioning to the pile of postcards and stamps on the island counter.

“Actually,” she was about to refuse, but a lingering glance at the remaining postcards forced her to swallow her pride and accept his offer. There was no way she would be able to finish today without his help. Plus, if any check-ins arrived early he would be able to hear the front door chimes from the kitchen, “I really could use some help.”

They had been working for several minutes in awkward silence when Gloria walked through the kitchen door chattering on her red bedazzled cell phone. She plopped her large purse on the counter and pulled out a manila folder as she ended her phone call with an air kiss. Jonathan and Lyss exchanged a look; she wasn’t supposed to come in today.

“What’s that, ma?” he asked as he struggled to get a stamp off his finger.

She pulled a sheet of paper from the folder and slid it across the counter. “I want you to make copies of this and tape it to every guest’s door, as well as the front door.”

He casually scanned it before looking up suddenly. “What is this?”

“It’s a notice. Don’t tell me you haven’t been watching the news or—heaven forbid—reading the paper,” Gloria groaned.

Lyss leaned over to read the notice. It was printed on decorative paper with drawings of cacti and pottery which were obviously meant to offset the delicately worded warning to guests about walking around after dark, reminding them to be mindful of their surroundings at all times.

“And why, exactly, are we putting these on the doors?” Lyss shook her head.

Gloria looked from Lyss to Jonathan. “Ay, Dios mio! You two need to get out more.” Her heels clacked against the wood floor as she walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. “There’s been a rash of crime in the area. It appears that tourists are the prime targets. There were a few muggings last week and, well…they’ve been reporting on two bodies found stabbed and burned in the river bed over the weekend. Something about a serial killer.”

“Serial killer?” Lyss gulped.

“Yes, well I just want to be proactive.” Gloria turned to face them as she took a sip of the water. “People get into a dream world. They see a pretty painting in the window of a gallery and cross the street in front of a moving car. It’s no wonder they make such easy prey for criminals. So, I think it’s important to remind our guests that just because they are on vacation doesn’t mean they can turn off their street smarts.”

Jonathan waved the paper in the air as he stood up to go make copies. “This is going to backfire, ma.”

Gloria shooed him off with the flick of her wrist before tipping her head and looking down at the postcards on the counter. She took another sip of water and nodded toward the pile. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, it’s for a mail campaign. Jonathan thought we could entice past guests into visiting again by offering them discounts and some information on upcoming events. So…it’s worth a shot.”

Lyss watched as Gloria walked over and sat down on the barstool beside her. She picked up one of the postcards and inspected it closely.

“He’s very smart, my son,” she said with a proud smile. “This is a wonderful idea.”

Lyss grabbed a sheet of stamps and began sticking them on the remaining postcards. “It looks like you got your money’s worth.”

Gloria stared at her with a blank expression.

“You know, all that book learning college stuff,” she clarified.

“Ah.” Gloria looked toward the doorway. “He always was a smart boy. Very smart. Sometimes too smart.”

Lyss stopped peeling stamps and leaned her elbow on the counter. “Was he always so…Jonathan-y?”

“He’s always been a special boy.” She turned to face Lyss once again as a reminiscent expression lit up her face. “Misunderstood and sweet. Determined. Sometimes stubborn. His abuela—my mother—seemed to understand him more than anyone else, even me. They had this connection. When she passed away a few years ago I swear something died inside Jonny. It was like a light went out. Ever since then it seems like he’s been searching.”

“Searching for what?”

“Anything? Everything?” Gloria tapped the side of her water bottle. “But he seems different now. Better almost. Maybe I’m just happy to have my baby home, but when I look at him I feel deep in my bones that he’s going to be okay. I just know it.”

Lyss smiled before turning her attention back to the stacks of postcards. She didn’t know what to say. While she and Jonathan had their share of run-ins, even she had noticed a change in him since that first day in the driveway. Then again it wasn’t that surprising to see a change in him since the inn seemed to have that effect on everyone, including herself. Maybe it was the inn. Maybe it was being back home near his parents. Whatever it was, even Gloria had taken notice. Jonathan was different.

“He’s a good guy, Lyss. Deep down he’s a good guy.” Gloria grabbed her purse and walked out, letting the old kitchen screen door slam behind her.

“I know,” Lyss whispered.

She looked down at the postcards on the counter as they taunted her from their neatly arranged stacks. After this she was sure she would never look at a postcard the same way again. To call them tedious would be an understatement.

As she absentmindedly applied stamps her thoughts began to wander back to Paolo and their life together. A life? Could she even call it that? It was Paolo’s life; she had been nothing more than the sidekick who kept it all tidy and polished. It seemed like that was always the case. For as long as she could recall she had gone through life feeling like she was cast merely as the supporting actress in the lives of everyone else. Everything she did was done with consideration to the wants and needs of others, whether those other people were Paolo, her mother, friends, co-workers or anyone else who wandered into her atmosphere. It was a lonely existence being everything to everyone, yet never simply being.

“Where’s my mom?” Jonathan jogged into the kitchen holding a thick stack of copies.

Lyss shrugged. “She left.”

“Without saying goodbye?” He stuck out his bottom lip. “She’s like the damn Energizer bunny; here one minute and gone the next.”

Lyss giggled. He was right. Gloria was a hyper, fast-moving and to-the-point type of person.

“So, are we done here?” Jonathan waved his arm over the postcards.

She rubbed her hands over her jeans as she stood. “Yeah, I think so.”

He was silent as he pressed his lips together and nodded his head. Did he want to say something? Was he waiting for a thank you? That was probably it; he wanted his gold star.

“Thanks for the help,” Lyss said as she gathered up the postcards.

“Right. Um…you’re welcome. I guess I should get these notes on all those doors.”

“Yeah, we don’t want anyone dying.” She winked as she exited the kitchen balancing the postcards in her arms.

As she approached the front desk she noticed a woman standing at the edge of the counter tapping her fingers against the wood.

“Oh.” Lyss adjusted the pile of cards in her arms as she walked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear anyone come in. Sometimes those door chimes aren’t worth the strings they hang on.”

The woman stopped tapping her fingers and turned to face Lyss. “I wasn’t waiting long.”

“Holy shit.“ Lyss froze in her tracks and the postcards scattered across the floor.

Charred skin covered the woman’s face and blackened flesh hung from her arms revealing the muscles beneath. She wore a light blue button-down shirt with quarter-length sleeves and a wet, crimson stain soaking through around her abdomen. Her red hair was seemingly untouched, each strand braided neatly in place.

Lyss’ stomach sunk and her knees weakened as fear pounded violently in her chest. She knew that woman; there was no doubt in her mind that she knew that woman…