{"id":75,"date":"2013-03-04T11:40:21","date_gmt":"2013-03-04T17:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jerolanderson.com\/home\/?page_id=75"},"modified":"2021-03-02T18:01:17","modified_gmt":"2021-03-03T00:01:17","slug":"thequeenannefox","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/jerolanderson.com\/home\/thequeenannefox\/","title":{"rendered":"The Queen Anne Fox"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Order THE QUEEN ANNE FOX
\n<\/strong>Many ways to order:<\/p>\n

Amazon: The Queen Anne Fox<\/a>
\nAvailable in print book and Kindle editions<\/p>\n

THE QUEEN ANNE FOX <\/strong>is available locally at these fine stores::<\/p>\n

WI – Cambridge – Village Pharmacy & Gifts 109 W. Main St.
\nWI – Fort Atkinson – Hometown Pharmacy, 102 S. Main St.
\nWI – Fort Atkinson\/Busseyville – Burdick’s Greenhouse, W9076 State Rd 106
\nWI – Janesville –\u00a0 Book World of Janesville<\/a>\u00a0 2451 Milton Ave.
\nWI – Lake Mills – The Vintage Flip, 400 N. Main St.
\nWI – Watertown –\u00a0 \u00a0 Literatus & Co.<\/a> 401 E. Main St.
\nWI – Waukesha – Martha Merrell’s Books,\u00a0 231 W Main St.
\n<\/span>MI – Traverse City – Horizon Books<\/a> 243 E. Front St.
\nMI – Petoskey – Horizon Books<\/a> 319 E. Mitchell St.
\nIN – Lafayette – Second Flight Books, 2200 Elmwood Ave D7<\/p>\n

For a signed copy:<\/strong> send request and $19.00 per book (includes taxes and shipping) to:
\nJerol Anderson
\nPO Box 339
\nCambridge, WI 53523<\/p>\n

Questions on ordering? \u00a0 Please contact me:\u00a0 jerol.writer@gmail.com<\/p>\n

REVIEWS:<\/strong><\/p>\n

I recommend this book.
\nJacquelynn Meyers
\nI read a lot of books in various genres and am always on the lookout for new authors. The best way I’ve found is when a friend who also reads a lot and has some similar tastes recommends an author. And that’s how I found Jerol Anderson.. I just read Queen Ann Fox which is a unique approach to a murder mystery whodunit. The main character has a special skill she uses in solving the crime which I liked. The writing reminds me of gentler times and the book captured my interest throughout.
\nBest regards,
\nJacquelynn Meyers
\nReader in Florida
\nP.S. Just ordered the second book! It should be here soon.<\/p>\n

Rosebud Book Reviews
\nMaking books fun again.
\nThe Queen Anne Fox — “Life Changing”
\nThis book has affected how I feel about my parents, both dead nearly twenty years, and how I feel about myself. On one hand it is a page-turner who-done-it, on the other it is a profound experience you will never forget. Here is the voice of one of the nurturing principle characters:
\nI think the secret of growing up is to create a nurturing mother and father inside your own soul. Takes away a lot of the neediness of the child within us. Then you can react to life and those around you as an adult.
\nI came across this book by accident. My wife had it from the library and read a few pages. Not a fan of crime stories (a young boy and a prostitute are killed months apart and their bodies left in the same Seattle location) she gave it to me. In the first few pages I discovered the narrator had been called in by the police to help solve the murders because of her ESP powers. Give me a break\u201d
\nBut I read on and there proved interesting parallels between Jessica\u2019s own past and that of the victims. Her grandfather had said, \u201cWhen a person is under heavy stress you find out what they\u2019re really made of. Everyone returns to what they were at five years old.\u201d She ends up trying to ferret out why her own mother deserted her and what role the disparity between her grandparents (who raised her) plays in her life now. That\u2019s why we are revisiting a grade school. Why she needs mental abilities to get into the real mystery of the book (a mystery within a mystery quality that grabs us like Raymond Chandler\u2019s Phillip Marlow stories).
\nThen this becomes something we, as readers, need to do about our own lives. A profound moment\u2014one that happens maybe once or twice in our lifetime.
\nBut this is even better than words we understand. It is a concrete experience we ourselves have. That\u2019s the miracle of good fiction or nonfiction. Where does the story go from here? Like life, it can lead anywhere. And when it moves inward we have a mystery we must solve.
\nAnd with 20 pages to go, I still did not know who the murder was (though the ending proved totally satisfying).
\nThis is the surprise book of the year for me. Get it. Read it. Think about it. Live it. John Lehman<\/p>\n

“Creepy twists and turns all the way, fueled by fascinating characters you won’t forget.” ~Christine DeSmet, Spirit Lake, Hard Shell Word Factory<\/p>\n

“The Queen Anne Fox is so chilling you’re afraid to turn the page, and so compelling you have no choice.” ~Liz Hunter, Plain Jane’s Tight End, HSWF, March 2005<\/p>\n

“Pretty edge of your seat. I wondered up until the very end. Good stuff.” ~Samantha Niemeyer Proof Reader for Whiskey Creek Press<\/p>\n

“This story is full of suspense, danger and unexpected twists. I enjoyed the way Jesse
\nand David were drawn into the plot and then pulled from one suspect to the next.” ~Sheryl – Coffee Time Romance<\/p>\n

Rating: 4 CUPS
\nCalled in to help the Seattle Police Department find the killer of two people who were found murdered the same way, Jessica Tyson is also trying to cope with the loss of her beloved grandfather. Will she be able to use her sixth sense or will the answers evade her before she can solve the case?
\nDavid Chapman works for Hoyte Middle School as the school psychologist and was on friendly terms with one of the dead victims. He has become close to Jesse and hopes to help her find out why these people died. But what is David\u2019s connection to both victims?
\nThis story is full of suspense, danger and unexpected twists. I enjoyed the way Jesse and David were drawn into the plot and then pulled from one suspect to the next. This story gives hints of who could have done it or why, but it is not until the end, that the full impact and reasons of why the victims were killed comes to light. This was a very
\nintriguing and tension riddled story that I thoroughly enjoyed reading.
\nSheryl
\nReviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
\nReviewer for Coffee Time Romance
\nInterviewer for Coffee Time Romance<\/p>\n

EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/p>\n

All she needed was a \u201csign\u201d.<\/p>\n

Eyes burning, Jessica Tyson drew in a deep, stabilizing breath. It didn\u2019t matter what labels people put on the dead woman\u2019s body. Prostitute or not, Ann Smith was somebody\u2019s little girl\u2014possibly somebody\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n

Life to Jessica felt as raw as the weather. Though pro-tected under the Aurora Bridge in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle, the surrounding morning drizzle sliced into her soul. Today she hated police work.<\/p>\n

Flying back to Wisconsin last week for her grandfather\u2019s funeral during her finals at Western Washington University had really started her thinking. Just because he was the al-mighty savior-sheriff for forty years of his life didn\u2019t mean she had to follow in his footsteps.<\/p>\n

Just two days ago, little Denny Kellerman\u2019s broken body had been left on this hard cement surface on a cold, dark morning\u2014wrapped in a blanket\u2014for strangers to find. Three months earlier the body of Annie Smith was left in a similar soft blue blanket. Identical M.O., broken neck, animal-like scratches to the face.<\/p>\n

She braced herself for the onslaught of emotional pain that accompanied a \u201csign.\u201d<\/p>\n

None.<\/p>\n

Her gaze followed the thirty-foot cement pillars leering above, supporting Hwy 99. A continual swoosh of cars rushed far overhead; drivers racing to early morning jobs. A re-minder\u2014the rhythm of life goes on.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d Jesse mused aloud, \u201cas a child I once saw a picture of Atlas maintaining the weight of the universe on his shoulders. That\u2019s what these pillars remind me of. That\u2019s how this whole miserable situation makes me feel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Granddad always said, when a person is under heavy stress you find out what they\u2019re really made of. Everyone returns to what they were at five years old.<\/p>\n

Was this where she was ologist and was on friendly terms with one of the dead victims. He has become close to Jesse and hopes to help her find out why these people died. But what is David\u2019s connection to both victims?
\nThis story is full of suspense, danger and unexpected twists. I enjoyed the way Jesse and David were drawn into the plot and then pulled from one suspect to the next. This story gives hints of who could have done it or why, but it is not until the end, that the full impact and reasons of why the victims were killed comes to light. This was a very
\nintriguing and tension riddled story that I thoroughly enjoyed reading.
\nSheryl
\nReviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
\nReviewer for Coffee Time Romance
\nInterviewer for Coffee Time Romance<\/p>\n

EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/p>\n

All she needed was a \u201csign\u201d.<\/p>\n

Eyes burning, Jessica Tyson drew in a deep, stabilizing breath. It didn\u2019t matter what labels people put on the dead woman\u2019s body. Prostitute or not, Ann Smith was somebody\u2019s little girl\u2014possibly somebody\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n

Life to Jessica felt as raw as the weather. Though pro-tected under the Aurora Bridge in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle, the surrounding morning drizzle sliced into her soul. Today she hated police work.<\/p>\n

Flying back to Wisconsin last week for her grandfather\u2019s funeral during her finals at Western Washington University had really started her thinking. Just because he was the al-mighty savior-sheriff for forty years of his life didn\u2019t mean she had to follow in his footsteps.<\/p>\n

Just two days ago, little Denny Kellerman\u2019s broken body had been left on this hard cement surface on a cold, dark morning\u2014wrapped in a blanket\u2014for strangers to find. Three months earlier the body of Annie Smith was left in a similar soft blue blanket. Identical M.O., broken neck, animal-like scratches to the face.<\/p>\n

She braced herself for the onslaught of emotional pain that accompanied a \u201csign.\u201d<\/p>\n

None.<\/p>\n

Her gaze followed the thirty-foot cement pillars leering above, supporting Hwy 99. A continual swoosh of cars rushed far overhead; drivers racing to early morning jobs. A re-minder\u2014the rhythm of life goes on.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d Jesse mused aloud, \u201cas a child I once saw a picture of Atlas maintaining the weight of the universe on his shoulders. That\u2019s what these pillars remind me of. That\u2019s how this whole miserable situation makes me feel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Granddad always said, when a person is under heavy stress you find out what they\u2019re really made of. Everyone returns to what they were at five years old.<\/p>\n

Was this where she was at five?<\/p>\n

Deserted by her mother at three, Jessica learned to create her own comfort inside. She\u2019d have to dig that deep again to find solace now.<\/p>\n

She stared across the crime scene at Sergeant Cardon of the Seattle Police Department. His beige trench coat flapped from his shoulders revealing the overweight, round body of a cop who\u2019d had one too many donuts.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat positive feedback ever comes from this feeling of isolation and desolation of investigating dead bodies? Searching into the negative side of people\u2019s lives?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt pays the bills.\u201d Cardon shrugged. \u201cSorry to hear about your dad. Passing on and all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was my Granddad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I thought…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy grandparents raised me. Thank you for the concern.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her ESP was something that only her loving Granddad had understood. He\u2019d helped her through adolescence to hone it to perfection. And now he was gone. One year to the day af-ter Grandmother\u2019s death.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny vibes, yet? What\u2019s all that feel like anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jesse stared at what was left of the chalk marks. If she tried to explain, maybe he would lighten up.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I meld into the neighborhood where the victim lived, get the feel for those people who surrounded him or her, then while standing at the scene of a murder, I can see it. Watch exactly how it went down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHm,\u201d Cardon replied.<\/p>\n

Jesse couldn\u2019t tell if he digested the information or, more likely, discounted it. After all, he didn\u2019t allow her to expound.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you know why you\u2019re here.\u201d He shrugged. \u201cOur men at the SPD can\u2019t connect the murders. Same animal-like attack. Signature killings is what they call it at the department. The third body shows up and the killer earns the title of serial killer. We\u2019re looking to you to halt this with your special tal-ent.\u201d He spat out the final words.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re just unhappy with me because I didn\u2019t apply to serve and protect at the SPD right after graduation. Even if I\u2019d considered it, I wouldn\u2019t apply without an invitation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInvitation?\u201d Cardon raised an eyebrow. \u201cHell, solve this one and maybe the chief will offer you an invite,\u201d he sneered.<\/p>\n

Jessica shook her head. It was times like this she was grateful she still worked free-lance and alone. If he\u2019d just stop filling the air with his negative remarks, maybe she could start her investigation.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone\u2019s a suspect,\u201d he continued. \u201cThe parents are number one in my book. Big bucks attorneys and living out on Mercer Island in their mansion. Ne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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