An idea to make big money for a few days of work might seem
suspect to some people. It is more suspect when the idea
comes from James Lessor. Eugene "Skip" Moore is used to
getting pulled into his best friend's money-making schemes,
but working as a food vendor for an old-fashioned tent
revival brings back uncomfortable memories involving the
possibility of murder. Of course, after the young men are
up to their ears in double-dealing, more unexplained deaths
and hungry revival-goers, they realize that all is not as
it seems in Preston Cashdollar's ministry, nor in his
family of full-time workers.
Although not the first book featuring James and Skip, STUFF
DREAMS ARE MADE OF makes quick work of the exposition in an
easy, unforced manner. Readers will have no confusion about
characters or plot points, and they may be eager to pick up
STUFF TO DIE FOR, Bruns' previous work about the duo. Fast-
paced and funny, this mystery is more about how friends can
talk each other into difficult situations than it is about
solving a mystery.
While their last venture was hardly crowned with success,
James Lessor and Skip Moore, (and their white box truck)
are back. When Reverend Preston Cashdollar and his
traveling tent revival come to town, James and Skip
reinvent themselves--as holy rollers.
But these two aren't seeking salvation; they're seeking the
Almighty dollar. After all, Cashdollar's prosperity gospel
draws thousands of people with open minds-and open wallets.
With a few modifications to the truck, Less or Moore
Catering is ready to roll, and the entrepreneurs are born
again, intent on making a mint by selling meager meals to
the hungry masses.
Cashdollar may preach about seeing the light, but his
organization has a dark side of greed, corruption, and
murder. What in the name of all that is holy have James and
Skip gotten themselves into? This meals-on-wheels venture
is more like hell on wheels.
As James and Skip seek the truth, they'll learn that the
stuff dreams are made of may be their worst nightmare.
They'll either need to keep the faith, or run like the
devil.