Whispering Pines Motel

<p>There's a certain stretch of road in Tennessee that never makes the map.</p><p>Locals know it by memory - a place where the fog never burns off and where the trees lean closer than they should.</p><p>If you follow that road long enough you'll find the sign.</p><p>It's always there even when you swear it wasn't a moment ago.</p><p>A red flicker in the rain. A promise. A warning.</p><p><strong>Whispering Pines Motel.</strong></p><p>This book is the first entry in <em>The Whispering Pines Chronicles</em> a series of stories about the people who take that turn and never quite come back the same.</p><p>Some are running from guilt.</p><p>Some are looking for peace.</p><p>All of them end up here.</p><p>Each book stands on its own - another key on the same ring another room with its own story. But if you read them together you'll start to notice how the doors connect.</p><p>How the Pines hum when you listen.</p><p>How the voices start to sound a little too familiar.</p><p>I built this world from fragments - from Tennessee storms radio static and the small-town ghosts that never quite left.</p><p>You don't need a map to find the motel.</p><p>Just curiosity.</p><p>And maybe a reason you can't explain.</p><p>So check in.</p><p>Keep the light on.</p><p>And if you hear the phone ring - don't answer on the first ring.</p><p>- <strong>Robert Pleasant</strong></p><p><em>RP Night Publishing</em></p>