Stuckey’s Bridge on the Travel Channel

Well, here we go again! It’s coming on Halloween. You know what that means…

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It means yours truly and my book “The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge” will be on the Travel Channel… ad nauseum.


The schedule for “Most Terrifying Places in America: Haunted Road Trips” is:




Saturday, Oct 5, 9am/8central

Monday, Oct 14, 3pm/2central

Sunday, Oct 20, noon/11amcentral

Tuesday, Oct 22, 7pm, 6central

Friday, Oct 25, 11am, 10central

Pick up the book at Amazon or Audible (narrated by the amazing J. Rodney Turner!) if you haven’t already read it.

Here’s a snippet:


Just in time for Halloween!

If you’re looking for something creepy to listen to around your October campfire, try my newest audiobooks.

The first is “The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge,” narrated by the fabulous J. Rodney Turner. Here’s a bone-chilling sample:

And don’t miss Old Man Stuckey and yours truly on the Travel Channel’s “Most Terrifying Places in America” the whole month of October.

The next is my newest book “Witch Dance,” narrated by Sarah L. Colton. Her voice is pretty sweet, but the story? Not so much. Watch out for the evil witches!

Sleep well, my friends. 🙂

The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge
Witch Dance


Lori Crane books are available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and Audible

Lori Crane is a bestselling author of historical fiction and the occasional thriller. Her books have climbed to the Kindle Top 100 lists many times, including “Elly Hays” which debuted at #1 in Native American stories. She has also enjoyed a place among her peers in the Top 100 historical fiction authors on Amazon, climbing to #23. She resides in greater Nashville and is a professional musician by night – an indie author by day.

Look for Lori on “Most Terrifying Places in America” on the Travel Channel the whole month of October, where her book “The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge” will be featured! Coming episodes will air:

Sunday Oct 21 2pm ET | 1pm CT
Thursday Oct 25 12pm ET | 11am CT
Monday Oct 29 5pm ET | 4pm CT

Stuckey’s Bridge on the Travel Channel

Stuckey’s Bridge and yours truly will be on “Most Terrifying Places in America” on the Travel Channel on the dates and times below. Mark your calendar. Tell your friends.

Sep 30
11pm ET | 10pm CT

Oct 1
2am ET | 1am CT

Oct 4
2pm ET| 1pm CT

Oct 21
2pm ET| 1pm CT

Oct 25
12pm ET| 11am CT

I’m so excited!! I think the history of Stuckey’s Bridge is very compelling. Enough so, that I wrote a book about it. I’m glad the Travel Channel called me to do the show, as it means someone love the legend as much as I. Strangely enough, I seem to be the resident expert.

Check out my brand-spankin’-new audiobook of The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge, narrated by the amazing J. Rodney Turner. I’m sooooo very pleased with it!!

It’s available at Audible, Amazon, and iTunes. Here’s a sample:

Celebrate All Hallow’s Eve with a Shiver up Your Spine!

Happy All Hallow’s Eve to all of you ghouls and goblins.

Just for fun, try the Kindle copy of

The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge


Old Man Stuckey is the perfect accompaniment to a frightful Halloween week. He’s a little bit Dexter with a streak of Hannibal, but somehow, he makes me laugh.


Pick up a copy…if you dare! Sweet dreams.

Click HERE to go to Amazon! If you don’t have a Kindle, no worries. Click HERE to download the app to your tablet, computer, or phone.



Halloween Creepiness

Here’s a creepy blog about the Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge by Lowry Wilson at Old South Images…click HERE if you dare.

The three-book trilogy is available exclusively on Kindle at Amazon. Happy Halloween and sweet dreams!

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Saturday Snippet – Stuckey’s Gold

stuckey Gold Cover smallIn case you missed the release of Stuckey’s Gold a few weeks ago, here’s a snippet to get you movin’.  If you’ve read Stuckey’s Bridge, you’ll recognize this sheriff, although it’s been ten years since he retired. If you’ve read Stuckey’s Legacy, you’ll know exactly who they are talking about at the end. 🙂


She knocked on the wooden frame of the screen door and the rattle reverberated across the screened porch. The kind face of a white-haired man with gray eyes greeted her warily.

“Yes, miss? May I help you?”

“Yes, sir. I’m looking for Sheriff Temple.” Penny gave him her biggest and brightest smile.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Well, that would be me, young lady, and who might you be?”

“Sheriff, my name is Penelope Juzan. I wonder if I might ask you a few questions.”

“Questions about what?”

“I’m interested in a man who worked for my father in 1901. He sent my father a message that he was staying at an inn in town, and we never heard from him again. His name was Carter Stuckey.”

The sheriff froze. He stared at her for a long time and didn’t respond.

“Sheriff? Please, sir. I came all the way from Vicksburg to speak with you.”

He sighed, turned away from the door, and walked into the house. “Oh, all right. Come on in.” He didn’t open the door for her and he didn’t sound very enthusiastic.

She opened the creaking screen door and followed him into the cool darkness of the modest home. The place smelled musty. A worn and dirty flowered sofa sat in the living room to her left, along with a big chair that had seen better days long, long ago. She stood in the middle of the room and watched him light the wood-burning stove and place a black teakettle on top. He finally turned to her and gestured toward the small dining table to her right, then turned back to the stove. “Have a seat, Miss Juzan.”

Penny pulled out a wooden chair that was covered with dust. She scanned the room to see if there were any feminine touches, as the house appeared to be owned by a bachelor. She saw nothing that would suggest a woman lived there. As the former sheriff stood at the wood-burning stove, she glanced at the back of his wrinkled shirt, hoping he wouldn’t turn and see her wiping off the chair before she sat down. She held her handbag in her lap, as she wasn’t sure if he would offer her some tea or kick her out in the next few minutes.

She was concerned when he began to cough violently. He pulled a cigarette off the shelf above the stove and lit it with a match. Penny remained silent and watched him exhale smoke between coughs. As his coughing spell subsided, the teakettle whistled. The sheriff used a pot holder to grab the hot kettle, and he poured two mugs of tea. He brought them to the table and placed one in front of Penny.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He turned back to the stove, snubbed out his cigarette on a plate, and then sat down at the table.

“Carter Stuckey, eh?”

Penny nodded and took a sip of her tea. It was extremely hot and just as weak.

Once the sheriff began telling her the story, he spoke for quite some time. She listened wordlessly, mesmerized by the tale. He told her the whole saga of the inn up on Chunky River and the innkeeper’s victims. She sat with her mouth agape at the heinous story, and was even more stunned at the way it ended.

“The innkeeper’s name was Stuckey—Thomas Stuckey.”


“Yes, it appears he took the name of one of his victims.

“So, Carter Stuckey was one of the victims?”

“Yes, ma’am. Carter Stuckey had something in his pocket with his name on it when we uncovered his body, so we know for sure he was murdered at the inn. No one ever came looking for him, and we didn’t know who to contact about his death, so we moved his remains to Concord Cemetery and buried him in an unmarked grave.”

“Well, no one knew he was here except my father. My father died about the same time and I just recently found his journals, which led me here.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes while Penny absorbed the gravity of the tale.

“Miss Juzan, why are you looking for Carter Stuckey now, a decade later?”

“Oh, um, well, he had something of my father’s, something of great importance. I’m afraid I didn’t know about it until a few weeks ago when I found my father’s journals.”

“And what was this item of great importance?” He wrinkled his brow at her.

“It was a trunk, sir.”

“A trunk?” The sheriff ran his fingers down his stubble and shook his head. “I don’t remember finding any trunk at the inn, but I’ll tell you who might know. The only survivor of the whole incident was a young boy. He was maybe twelve or thirteen years old at the time. He was a blond, blue-eyed boy named Levi Stuckey. The moment his father—the murderer—was hung, the boy disappeared. I searched for him for years but he’d simply vanished. If he’s still alive somewhere, he’d be about twenty-two now. Maybe he knows something about your missing trunk. Maybe he has it himself.”

She nodded. “Maybe he does.”


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Hallowe’en Blog Hop – Trick or Treat!

trickbanWelcome to the Hallowe’en Blog Hop Trick or Treat! Thank you so much for stopping by and thank you to author Francine Howarth for organizing the spooky event.

The following is an excerpt from my book The Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge. Please leave a comment at the bottom of the page and include the words “Trick or Treat” to be entered into my witches’ hat for a Kindle copy of the book. Only one copy will be given away, and a winner will be chosen at the witching hour Oct 31. That’s midnight Pacific Time for you mortals. Check back Nov 1 to see if you’re the winner and to claim your prize. Have a safe and ghoulish Hallowe’en, my little toadlets!


Stuckey's cover_webThe Legend of Stuckey’s Bridge excerpt

The fog was dense, and the freckled boy couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of him, but he ran as fast as he could, tree branches whipping at his face. He tripped on a log, lunged forward, and nearly hit a tree head-on, but he caught his balance with his hands on the large tree trunk. He swung around behind it, leaning his back into it. He put his hand to his mouth to quiet his panting and felt the stickiness of sap from the trunk. He tried to wipe it off his face with his other hand, but that one was full of sap, too. He breathed slowly through his nose as he listened for his pursuer. He didn’t hear anything.

He was shaking uncontrollably and couldn’t stop himself. He clenched his jaw so his teeth wouldn’t chatter. Maybe he lost the murderer. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe this was all a nightmare. Maybe he didn’t just witness an ax splitting his friend’s head wide open. He looked up into the black arms of the branches but couldn’t see anything but shadows. He glanced around in every direction, not being able to see more than a few feet in front of him. Where should he go? He didn’t know where he was or how long he would have to run to find safety. The nearest person could be miles and miles away. He didn’t see a place to hide. He would have to keep running. Surely the man wouldn’t follow him all night.

He held his breath and listened. Nothing. Which way? His breathing had begun to return to normal when a twig snapped loudly behind him. He gasped.

“You can’t hide forever, Freckles,” came a singsong voice. “Come out and let’s talk about this.”

He bolted in the direction opposite the voice, straight into the thick fog, running as fast as his feet would carry him. Vines and barbs grabbed at his legs, and branches scratched his arms like the claws of an unknown creature trying to rip off bits of his skin. He ignored them.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt an immense pain on his forehead, but he knew it couldn’t possibly be his pursuer’s ax. The murderer was way behind him.

He reached up to his face and felt something metal—something with a wooden handle. What is this!? The thick fog had limited his visibility. The sticky, warm wetness dripping into his eyes blinded him completely. His face was covered in warmth. Is this blood? He moved his hands over the object stuck in his forehead. A rake? Where did a rake come from? And how did it hit him squarely in the forehead? Confused, frightened, and in pain, he dropped to his knees, and an agonizing scream involuntarily escaped his lips as the long, wooden handle of the rake reached the ground before his knees did. The tines jerked upward, ripping off the front half of his scalp. The last thing he felt was the ax on the back of his head.


Don’t forget to say “Trick or Treat” in your comment to be entered into the ghastly drawing and check back Nov 1 to see if you’re the winner!

Please visit the other Hallowe’en blog hop participants.

1. Francine 9. Denise Covey 17. Susan Hanniford Crowley
2. Marie Laval 10. Grace Elliot 18. Stephen Tremp
3. NancyJ 11. Gilli Allan 19. Hywela Lyn
4. N. R. Williams 12. Alison Stuart 20. Iyana Jenna
5. Alison Morton 13. Mary Pax 21. Vala Kaye
6. Karen Aminadra 14. Natalie-Nicole Bates 22. Yolanda Renee
7. Lori Crane 15. Douglas Boren
8. Derek Birks 16. Anna Belfrage

3 Busy and FUN Things!

Three awesome things in the works!!

oct ancestry challenge-0011) I’m hosting the OCTOBER ANCESTRY CHALLENGE 2013 Oct 1-31.

The goal is to post 23 blogs (Monday through Friday) in October about 23 different ancestors. All are welcome to join us. Comment and I’ll add your name to the roster that I’ll post here on Sept 30th.

If you don’t wish to participate, please stop by in October and let us dazzle you with our family’s history.






trickban2) Romancing the Blog is hosting the HALLOWE’EN BLOG HOP Trick or Treat (with giveaways!) on Oct 31st.

Make sure to stop by and win lots of treats! Rumor is authors will be giving away FREE Kindle copies of their books. Can’t wait!






book tour 43) The ELLY HAYS virtual book tour runs Nov 4-16 celebrating my new release.

Opening night features an online release party 7-9pm ET with GREAT prizes. Everyone is welcome! Closing day features a LIVE Twitter Chat 1-2pm ET. Use #ellyhays and join us.

Mark your calendars! I’m beyond excited!