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Coming Soon It's Check Out Time The newlyweds are back--this time David and Laura Jennings accept a campground manager position at the Checkered Flag RV Resort. They never expected solving murders to be part of their job description. But when a killer starts going after the campers at the beginning of the Talladega NASCAR raceweek, some brilliant sleuthing is in order by America's favorite wanderlusters to save the Checkered Flag RV resort and to clear their names as number one suspects. Resort To Die For: While walking the St. Augustine beach, David and Laura Jennings spot a bottle washed ashore. At first glance, Laura assumes the contents is sand; however, David's more professional and trained eye tells him that what they ae holding are human remains. Tropical Warnings Laura Madison, the general manager of south Florida camping resort is the perfect businesswoman, who is being stalked by an unknown and potentially deadly psychopath. She must rely on the assistance of a self-employed, arrogant, sexy, obnoxious and charming private investigator in her quest to find out who the demented stalker is. Future Titles: Tourist Trap: At the unpredictable Lone Star Resort, it's hard to predict what will happen next. But wander sleuths David and Laura Jennings are back and have their work cut out for them at this dubbed tourist trap RV resort. One of the campers has been found dead outside the resort-and where is his motor home? Apparently his drive to the Lone Star resort killed him...or was it something else? That's just the beginning of a series of "accidents" that plague the quaint down home resort. And David and Laura must act fast to solve the mysteries and capture the culprit before the "check out" before their departure date. Sites To Die For: The wander sleuths leave Talladega, Alabama and head for New Orleans. Immediately upon pulling into the The Big Easy RV resort they suspect there is more going into those newly cemented site pads than the cement itself. Mysteriously, one by one, campers are "disappearing" is it over active immaginations or are campers literally being assigned sites to die for? Contact Info:  Author April Star |
Full Time RVing Murder! The year was 1976. Thirty long and adventurous years ago when my husband, Jerry, and I made the decision to purchase our first travel trailer. With his work in the construction field, Jerry’s job took across the highways of America and into some of the sleaziest motels on earth. That said, we joined the ranks of our fellow travelers and, while in Athens, Alabama, bought our “covered wagon." We drove to Huntsville, Alabama one afternoon and began our search for the perfect “dream home.” There it was! Across a crowded parking lot. Beyond Terry’s Coachman’s, and Winnebago’s. The glow of silver made it stand out amount the rest. An Airstream, referred to at that time as the “Cadillac” of RV’s. It was a 1970 model, 27 feet, and in excellent condition. “It needs a few minor repairs,” the dealer said. But we should have it ready in a couple of days.” We left with feelings of great accomplishment and joy. The next day I went to the motel office to pay for two days instead of a week. Then I went to the nearby trailer park to pick out, as Jerry had requested, “the prettiest site in the park.” The campground manager took me on a tour of the available lots. The last one she showed me was breathtaking. I couldn’t understand why it was vacant. It was on top of a cliff surrounded by trees and the sound of nature and overlooked an emerald green valley. “We’ll take this one!” I said. “Are you sure?” She replied. “Yes, of course...this one, “ She probably wanted to reserve it for a favorite camper, I thought. I paid her a week’s rent and was off. After two long days, Jerry and I went back to the RV dealer and sadly discovered our home wasn’t ready. “Don’t worry, honey...we’ll be in our new home tomorrow,” Jerry reassured me. “Ask the motel manager if we can just pay for half a day,” he said. I went to the manager with this request all the while thinking how annoyed he might be, “would it be okay if I paid for just half a day?” I asked. “Sure,” he answered. “Most of our girls only pay by the hour!” My God, I thought-I’ve been living in one of those no-tell motels! It certainly explained all the action in the next room. Finally the day came to pick up our home. We pulled into the trailer park and I announced to Jerry, “Right here-see,” I pointed to our site, “We’re the only one’s surrounded by all these trees!” “For Pete’s sake,” he replied. “How am I supposed to park this blimp in that spot?” Sensing I goofed, I cried, “But you said to pick out a pretty spot.” “Oh, yeah. It’s pretty. Just beautiful. Lovely, lovely, lovely,” he grumbled. It was 5:30 PM when we started to back into our lot-10:15 PM when we finally accomplished the task. We were both exhausted and frustrated and the “dream home” surrounded by trees had quickly become the “fat blimp” surrounded by #@!*&@# trees! Jerry and I walked inside the trailer and our hearts stopped, as did we, when the trailer began to see-saw over the cliff! We jumped out and Jerry proceeded to pull the trailer up a few feet. The then proceeded to get the Airstream manual out to attend to all the minor but different necessities of setting up. It was close to one in the morning before we got to bed. And so began our journey, our adventure, into what was to become the first of many experiences of life as an RV’er. Your Journey Begins Here: |