How would you do if you found a murder? Would you have the skills to solve it? Does your binge watching of CSI and NCIS mean you could find the killer? High Schooler Cora Croft must find the killer in MURDER IN THE LIGHTNING ROOM.
A. D. Brazeau has taken the world of Tesla and his trip to Colorado Springs and set an amazing tale with gripping tension and excitement as amateur sleuth, Cora and her hunky friend, Marshall search for who would kill in Tesla's lab. MURDER IN THE LIGHTNING ROOM is a cozy mystery in the vein of Nancy Drew with a gothic bent. This historical romance will keep you turning pages as you solve the mystery along with Cora. Now available in Ebook and Print, this is a book you'll want to read again and again.
Nikola Tesla’s top-secret lab, theft, murder, and a seventeen-year-old girl bound and determined to unravel the mystery.
The year is 1899. During her final year at Colorado Springs High School, Cora Croft finds herself uncovering a mystery involving Nikola Tesla and his secret projects. After the loss of three important documents detailing new, ambitious devices and the unusual death of his previous assistant, Tesla is ready to pack up the lab and return to New York. Cora offers to help uncover who is behind the strange circumstances so Tesla can remain and finish his work.
With help from the charming Harrison, and life-long friend, Marshall, Cora toils against time, the elements and social constraints as she works to unravel the mystery, exposing more than one secret in the process.
Danger stalks Cora, can she survive?
Uncover the clues in this fast-paced, exciting mystery set in Tesla’s famous secret lab. A perfect read for fans of Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco and Wrapped by Jennifer Bradbury.
Praise for A.D. Brazeau: “The whole story ‘came alive’ before my eyes, and that comes down to the authors talent for spinning a great story.” and “A.D. Brazeau has quickly become one of my most relatable authors.”
Before I could ask him to clarify, an officer approached us with a quick step. He was the second man who had been reading the day’s paper not far from where Mr. Byrne sat. The man, several inches shorter than me, appeared to be walking right for us. Before careening into me, he took off at another angle, but not before pressing something into my hand. He zoomed by so fast, a draft caught my skirt, sending it fluttering behind me.
“Hey, watch where you’re going,” Harrison called to his back. “That was strange. You all right, Cora?”
My hand tightened around the folded paper. “Fine. Let’s go, shall we? Tell me your idea at the buggy.”
I scurried out of the jail, Harrison a step behind me. I streaked across the street, not taking particular care of who was coming and going. My mind was so preoccupied with what the note could contain that I didn’t see the horse and buggy heading right for me. The driver had to rein in his horse to avoid trampling me. A loud curse fell from his lips. I continued without a word.
“Whoa, Cora,” Harrison called after me, dodging people and horses to keep up. “Watch where you’re going.”
Breathless, I reached Rex. Holding onto his reins, I rested my forehead on his cheek.
“What’s gotten into you?” Harrison breathed into my ear.
My gaze met his. “I’m not sure, but I think something terribly exciting just happened.”
Harrison crinkled his brow, his mouth turned downward. “Almost being trampled by a horse and buggy is exciting?”
I shook my head and held up my hand. Grasped in my fingers was the piece of paper passed to me in the foyer of the jail.
Harrison shrugged. “What is it?”
“I’ve no idea. The officer who nearly knocked me over pressed it into my hand.”
Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped back, offering me his hand. “Get in.”