Saving Ferris by A.R. Kennedy

Today I’m hosting author, A. R. Kennedy.

Alicia Kennedy was born and raised on Long Island, New York. (And no, she doesn’t have that Long Island accent). The finale of her Nathan Miccoli Mystery series, the 8th in the series, is expected in 2019. When not working on her next novel, she works full time in healthcare to feed (and sometimes clothe) her two little dogs. Both are named after her favorite fictional characters from British entertainment, which few friends and neighbors understand.

The Nathan Miccoli Mystery series is her debut series.

Her latest book is, Saving Ferris.

My novel, Saving Ferris, explores the concept that pets are legally considered property while most people would consider them family. It follows recent widow Cecilia Cecilia and Police Chief Holden Owens from when she kills an intruder who threatens her dog, Ferris, through her arrest and murder trial.

During the early days of research for Saving Ferris, I read that 90% of pet owners considered their pets family. I recently read an article that made me consider this concept more closely. (https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/all-dogs-go-heaven/201510/are-pets-really-family)

Jessica Pierce, PhD, writes Are Pets Really Family? This common sound-bite needs reconsideration.

When I first read the statistic that 90% of pet owners were considered family, I thought this was a good thing. It is certainly a good thing in my home. But the article makes me reconsider this. Because not everyone treats their family well. And I have seen this first hand.

My full-time job, the one that puts food on the floor as I tell my dogs, is I’m a home care physical therapist. Treating patients in their homes is a far different experience than treating patients in a hospital or outpatient clinic. People act far differently in their homes than they do in public. I have seen close up how people treat their families. I’ve seen unbelievable devotion and remarkable kindness. I’ve also seen the flip side of this—situations where Adult Protective Services have to be called in.

This is what Dr. Pierce discusses in her article. (She also cites the source of the 90% statistic.) She discusses the many articles she read researching her book and learned that although many dogs are considered family, not all dogs are treated well.

She concludes with— ‘Whenever you hear the “pets are family” think of it not as a fact, not as the way it is, but as a moral and practical ideal.’

What is your ideal? I look forward to your comments.

Saving Ferris

After Cecilia’s husband dies, she’s forced to become Ferris’s caregiver, something she does not immediately warm to. But when his life is threatened by an intruder, she shoots the intruder to save the golden retriever. Police Chief Holden Owens thinks Cecilia acted lawfully, but few agree. The prosecutor feels that Cecilia has committed murder, not self-defense. In the eyes of the law, one can use lethal force to protect themselves and others, but not property. Pets are considered property. Holden loses his fight with the prosecutor and is now in a new fight—his undeniable attraction to Cecilia. Celebrity defense attorney Wyatt Sewell identifies a sympathetic defendant, a case he can win, and a way to garner more acclaim. When he learns of Cecilia’s motive, to save Ferris, he sees a blockbuster case that can set legal precedent. He forces the jurors to ask themselves— Is your pet property or family? Will saving Ferris’s life cost Cecilia her freedom? And a second chance at love?

Here’s short excerpt from Saving Farris:

Cecilia woke up. She’d never get used to the darkness of country nights. She rolled over to return to sleep and heard the noise that must have been the cause of the early wake-up call. A small yip from the window. She mumbled her displeasure and slapped her husband’s side of the bed.

“Joey, wake up.” No response. “Joey.” She reached for him again and found nothing but his cold pillow. A small yip again. “Dumb dog,” she mumbled. She was fully awake now, remembering why her husband’s side of the bed was empty. Why it would forever be empty.

Cecilia sat up at the edge of the bed and hung her head. She no longer wanted to be in the empty bed. A low growl emanated from the dog. “Okay, Ferris. I’m coming.”

She snapped on a nightlight and shielded her eyes from the small, yet bright, light. In the city, she could have seen the bedroom without such an aid. Some people called it light pollution. Cecilia called it the life of the city.

She could make out the profile of Ferris, staring out the window onto their backyard. He stood tall enough that his head rested on the windowsill. She often found the golden retriever looking out any window of the house like this. Waiting for Joey to return, she assumed. She had done it for weeks too.

But tonight, he stood at alert.

“Do you want to go out or what? Remember, I’m not the one who likes you, so hurry up.”

He turned his head briefly and looked at her, then returned his attention to the backyard. “I am not taking you out in the middle of the night to chase a squirrel.” The backyard’s motion sensor light was on and she cursed the squirrel that must have triggered it.

She started to lie back down and return to her dreamless sleep. The dreams, in reality and in sleep, had disappeared with Joey. The call of nature diverted her and she headed to the bathroom instead.

With the door to the hallway open and the rest of the house now available, Ferris took off and ran down the stairs. “I’ll take that as I got to go now too, woman.”

Putting Ferris’s bathroom needs before her own, she followed him downstairs to the kitchen’s sliding glass door, his exit to the spacious backyard. It was far more likely he’d have an accident than she and she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night cleaning up his mess.

She snapped on the kitchen light. Now that she was fully awake, the light no longer caused discomfort. She doubted she’d return to sleep again tonight anyway.

“Calm down,” Cecilia told the dog as she struggled to put on his leash. “I know Joey lets you run around but I’m not chasing you at two in the morning.” It was no surprise that Ferris continued to move. Listening was not his forte. It was how he got homed here.

Cecilia finally got the camouflage leash on Ferris’s collar and opened the sliding glass door. Ferris squeezed through before she had it fully open, pulling her through as well. An alarm beeped and she reached for the doorframe to stop her momentum. “Ferris, come on!”

Ferris had a lot of flaws but pulling her on their walks was not one of them. Holding the leash in one hand and firmly placing her foot over the doorframe, she quickly punched in the alarm code. The incrementally louder and faster beeping stopped. She stepped onto the patio and Ferris pulled her onto the backyard’s grass. “You really are a pain in the tush tonight.”

The motion light flicked on as Ferris pulled her into the middle of the yard. He stopped and surveyed what Cecilia figured he imagined as his kingdom. Again, he was in high alert.

She looked around the yard but could only see as far as the backyard’s light illuminated. She couldn’t see the fence that ran around the acre of land. She couldn’t see her closest neighbor’s home. She couldn’t see anything but Ferris. And her breath in the cool night air.

“What’s wrong with you?” She patted him on his back. Usually when she petted him on his back, he squirmed in glee. Tonight, she didn’t think he even noticed the touch.

With the damp grass soaking through her socks, Cecilia wished she had put on shoes. The chill ran up her body and she regretted not putting on a jacket as well. Joey’s T-shirt and boxers did little to keep her warm. Hoping to generate a little warmth, she told Ferris, “Come on, one lap and we’re back in.” Several pulls on his leash yielded no movement. With no motion, the yard’s light flipped off. Suddenly engulfed in darkness, Cecilia let out a short scream.

Ferris twirled around, yanking Cecilia with him. As the light flipped back on, Cecilia screamed again.

You can buy, Saving Ferris, on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Saving-Ferris-R-Kennedy-ebook/dp/B07GFRPK36/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3G2WF7P1U74JD&keywords=saving+ferris&qid=1552254273&s=digital-text&sprefix=Saving+Ferris%2Caps%2C151&sr=1-1-catcorr

Alicia Kennedy and I would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a comment.

 

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After You’ve Gone – Kay Kendall

Today I’m hosting author, Kay Kendall.

 

Kay Kendall is an award-winning author of three historical mysteries. Her second book, RAINY DAY WOMEN (2015), won for best mystery and best book at Killer Nashville in August 2016. It is the second in her Austin Starr mystery series. The first was DESOLATION ROW (2013), published by Stairway Press. After You’ve Gone, an Austin Starr prequel, was released February 12, 2019.

 In her previous career, Kay was an award-winning international PR executive, working in the US, Canada, Russia, and Europe. She has graduate degrees in Russian history and was a Woodrow Wilson Scholar at Harvard Graduate School of Arts and Sciences.

Kay and her Canadian husband live in Houston, Texas. They’ve rescued abandoned pet bunnies for twenty years and currently have three rabbits and a bemused spaniel, Wills.

Welcome Kay. Please tell us a little about yourself.

As an author of historical mysteries, I’ve traded the fraught world of the late 1960s for the gin-soaked 1920s. While my first two mysteries are named for Bob Dylan songs—DESOLATION ROW and RAINY DAY WOMEN—this new book takes the name of a song popular in the Jazz Age and still around today. (Fiona Apple sings it on YouTube—“After You’ve Gone.”)

The whims of crime fiction fascinate me. Some historical periods draw readers in, while others are not as popular. The Roaring Twenties has boomed in the last decade. The hippie-laden, anti-war sixties has not.

Although I personally love writing about the sixties, I decided to try my hand at something different, and Wallie MacGregor was born. I borrowed some bits from my Texas relatives’ histories. Most important—Wallie’s birth name is Walter, after her father the judge. And my Texas grandmother was exactly the same.

 I’ve spent a lifetime wondering how naming a baby girl Walter changed my grandmother’s life. Growing up in Texas, in a real town near where I situate my fictional one of Gunmetal, my grandmother became a real tomboy. She hunted, fished, rode horses and kept it up into her old age. As a matron, however, she founded the Dallas Orchid Society and wore lacy dresses and big picture hats to church and raised three children—my dad being the middle child.

I hope you will enjoy the tale I wrote that was inspired by her life—truly a woman for all seasons. Here is an excerpt from AFTER YOU’VE GONE.

After You’ve Gone- An Austin Starr Mystery Prequel.

When a long-lost relative turns up on the run from his rum-running mob boss and soon dies in a freak accident in small-town Texas during Prohibition, only 23-year-old Wallie believes it was murder. Driven by her love for Sherlock Holmes tales, Wallie pursues the truth only to encounter flappers and floozies, Chicago thugs sent by Al Capone, and a crime lord of the sinful port city of Galveston. Indulged by her father the judge but urged by her prim aunt to be a proper lady, Wallie plays amateur sleuth while courted by two eligible suitors. Will she stay alive long enough to figure out which one is her true love?

Here’s a short excerpt from After You’ve Gone:

CHAPTER ONE
1962

Being a girl with a boy’s name caused me to hanker after adventure. Maybe. All I know is that for as long as I can remember, I’ve always craved it. And for just as long, I danged near got none.

My parents expected a son. That explains their naming me Walter—after my father, the judge. As a male, I could’ve gotten away with daring adventures. Instead, my parents kept the male name and my family saddled me with endless rules of decorum. They groomed me to become the proper wife of some pillar of our community. But a nice married matron who ran a beautiful home was nothing I aspired to be, believe me.

What’s in a name? Shakespeare asked in Romeo and Juliet.

To that question, I always answer, “Plenty.”

Like me, you, my darling granddaughter, received a male name.

While my Walter is usually softened to Wallie, you are and remain simply Austin. That name is tough to shorten. It stands strong, just as you do.

I’ve always thought this trait we share explains the grounding for our compatibility. Neither of us could be accused of being overly feminine in the traditional manner. We both like to speak our minds and go our own way. Despite getting lots of pushback, we keep going. I hope my example has helped you.

My ✰✰✰✰✰ Review

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this 1920s historical mystery. The protagonist Wallie, a tenacious amateur detective, whetted by Sherlock Holmes stories, who along with her prim and proper Aunt Ida, manages to solve the murder of her long-lost uncle, when every man in town believes his death to be an accident. This was a time well before women’s liberation, so she had to overcome her father’s indignation, the small minds in her hometown of Gunmetal, TX, along with gangsters and flappers in free-wheeling Galveston, to find the answers she needs to put together the last days of her uncle’s life.

Well-written, with a great supporting cast of characters. I highly recommend, After You’ve Gone.

Website URL: http://AustinStarr.com

Blog URL: http://thestilettogang.blogspot.com/2016/09/let-good-times-roll.html < http://thestilettogang.blogspot.com/> I blog every third Wednesday of each month.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KayKendallAuthor/  & https://www.facebook.com/kendall.kl

Twitter: @kaylee_kendall

LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/kaykendallmysteries

Buy After You’ve Gone on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/After-Youve-Gone-Mystery-Prequel/dp/1949267164/ref=sr_1_fkmrnull_1?keywords=after+you%27ve+gone+kendall&qid=1550673530&s=gateway&sr=8-1-fkmrnull

And Barnes & Noble:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/after-youve-gone-kay-kendall/1130303178?ean=9781949267167

Kay and I would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a comment.

 

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Organized to Kill – Jan Christensen

It is my pleasure to host author, Jan Christensen,

Jan Christensen grew up in New Jersey. She bounced around the world as an Army wife, and in Texas when her husband retired. After traveling for eleven years in a motorhome, she settled down in the Texas Coastal Bend.

Published novels are: Sara’s Search, Revelations, Organized to Death, Perfect Victim, Blackout, Buried Under Clutter and most recently, A Broken Life. She’s had over sixty short stories appear in various places over the last dozen years. She also writes a series of short stories about Artie, a NY burglar who gets into some very strange situations while on the job. Learn more at her website: www.janchristensen.com

Her latest novel is, Organized to Kill

It’s bad enough to find a dead body. Even worse when it’s in your lover’s bed. In Organized to Kill, the fourth in the Tina Tales series, Tina and Hank become suspects in a bizarre murder. But when another victim turns up burned beyond recognition the next night, the suspect pool widens. Are the two murders even connected?

Hank’s background in federal and police procedure drives the investigation, and Tina’s organizational skills and psychological training help unearth clues. Fortunately, her poking around is sometimes accompanied by her Uncle Bob’s quirky commentary and Hank’s hot bod. Tina is determined to find the reasons for both murders by talking to suspects, figuring out if the two crimes are connected, and if they are, how. Just when she thinks she has the answers, she finds another clue. But it might be too late and put her own, and Hank’s, life in danger.

My Review

When Tina and Hank decide to investigate their friend’s murder, they’re warned by he police to stay out of the case. Does anyone ever listen to the police in cozies? If you answered, “No,” you’re right.

As the couple gather more information, a caterer friend is found burnt to a crisp in his shop. But was it the caterer who was killed? And are the two murders somehow connected? You’ll have to read the book to find out.

If you need help organizing your home or office, this book has loads of advice that may make your task easier. I got a kick out of Tina’s Great-Uncle Bob’s use of clichés. They added a unique touch to the story. It’s an interesting mystery with lots of characters to keep track of. If this is the type of story you like to read, then Organized to Kill is for you.

Check out Jan’s Facebook page:  https://www.facebook.com/jan.christensen.9275?fref=ts

Find Jan on Twitter: @JanSChristensen

You can purchase,Organize d to Kill, on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Organized-Kill-Tina-Tales-Book-ebook/dp/B07HR3R2PM/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Organized+to+Kill+by+Jan&qid=1549764498&s=digital-text&sr=1-1-spell

Jan and I would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a comment.

 

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Goodbye to 2018

Another year is nearing an end. As a writer, 2018 was a year of good news and sad news.

My good news was that I changed the look of my website/blog. And I released the first book in a brand  new series: You Bet Your Life, a Willows Bend Cozy Mystery.

It was my first attempt at writing a strictly cozy mystery, with very little romance, (not the usual way I write) and I hope I’ve succeeded in writing a mystery that holds the reader’s attention. Of course, there may be some romance in future books in this series. Right now, I’m working on the second book with the tentative title, Odds on Fatal. But the title may change by the time it’s finished. I hope to release it some time in 2019.

As a blogger, I introduced some new talented writers, and welcomed back many old friends. Here’s a list of the awesome authors, and their wonderful novels, who appeared in 2018:

Randy Rawlins – Saving Dabba

Murder of the Maestro – Anna Celeste Burke

Murder at the Bus Depot – Judy Alter

Gin Mill Grill – Marja McGraw

One Adventure Too Many – Marja McGraw

A Game of Deceit – K. A. Davis

Death Over Easy – Edith Maxwell

Secrets in Storyville – Patricia Gligor

Liar Liar – Nancy Boyarsky

Tangles Webs – F. M. Meredith

I hope you’ll take a moment to check out these fun mysteries. I’ve read and reviewed many of the novels that were featured. And I’d like to give all my guest authors a heartfelt thank you for being on my blog.

The sad news is that this isn’t my usual long list of authors and their books. I know I’ve neglected my blog something awful this year, but I hope to do a much better job in 2019.

Thanks for reading my blog. I wish you all wellbeing and abundance—and for every author: I wish you great reviews and Super-fantastic book sales in 2019!

As always, I’d love to hear from you so please feel free to leave a comment.

With Gratitude,

Evelyn Cullet

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F.M. Meredith – Tangled Webs

Today I’m welcoming back another of my favorite writers, F. M. Meredith, along with her latest Rocky Bluff mystery, Tangled Webs.

F. M. Meredith who is also known as Marilyn once lived in a beach town much like Rocky Bluff. She has many friends and relatives in law enforcement. She’s a member of MWA, 3 chapters of Sisters in Crime and serves on the PSWA Board.

Tangled Webs

Too many people are telling lies: The husband of the murder victim and his secretary, the victim’s boss and co-workers in the day care center, her stalker, and Detective Milligan’s daughter.

Here is an excerpt from Tangled Webs:

The first chapter introduces a new character—and the murder victim. I always enjoy visiting Evelyn.

Chapter 1

“A dead body my first day on the job. Outstanding.”

Dakota Ayala, the new recruit assigned to Officer Gordon Butler painfully reminded him of how he felt the first day of work as a cop. He hoped Ayala wouldn’t make as many blunders as he had. One positive thought though, Gordon knew he’d be a much better training officer than his had been.

The understaffed Rocky Bluff Police Department, thanks to the new mayor, had been given the okay to hire one more officer and Ayala was it.

Ayala reached over to turn on the siren.

Gordon shook his head. “We’ll turn on the lights to get through whatever traffic there may be, but no need to wake everyone.”

Ayala’s grin disappeared. Obviously of mixed heritage, judging by his black, short-cropped hair, smooth tan skin and surprisingly blue eyes, his handsome face displayed immediate disappointment.

According to the dispatcher, the victim had been found by the next door neighbor when he was leaving for work. He noticed the woman lying on the front porch. He’d gone over to give assistance and found she was dead, and had been for a while.

Not only did Gordon know the neighborhood, he knew the identity of the victim. “Our job will be to preserve the crime scene. We’ll wait for the detectives, and they may assign us some other duties, if not, we’ll go back on patrol.”

Ayala gazed out the window. “Nice neighborhood.”

“One of the older ones.”

The early morning fog from the nearby ocean still kept the sun from shining through, making it seem earlier than it was, and added dampness to the February chill.

Large vintage Victorian houses lined the tree-shaded street, some in better repair than others. Gordon pulled up in front of a two-story light gray home with dark blue trim. A portly man paced in front of stairs leading to the full porch.

Gordon parked beside the curb and before he could get all the way out of the car, the man huffed and puffed over to him. “Poor Melody is on the porch. Looks like she was stabbed to death. Such a sweet lady. I don’t know why anyone would do such a thing.” He waved his arm in the general direction of the stairs.

“And you are?” Gordon asked.

“Giddings, Harvey Giddings. I live next door and when I started to back out of my driveway I noticed her front door stood open. I parked and came over to see if there was a problem and that’s when I found her.”

“Did you touch anything?”

“No. I didn’t need to. I could tell she was dead.” He ran his hand over his gray, thinning hair. “So much blood. Her eyes staring.” He swallowed loudly.

“Do you mind staying nearby until the detectives arrive, Mr. Giddings?”

“Of course. I know who did it. That crazy guy who’s been pestering her. She complained about him all the time.” He blinked his small eyes several times.

Gordon knew exactly who Giddings meant. On several occasions he’d been called to this address by the deceased to confront a man named Jacob Hulsey who had a restraining order against him. Usually Hulsey wasn’t near enough to the house to be arrested, merely close enough that Melody White could see him.

“Did you observe anyone loitering around the neighborhood last night or early this morning?”

“No, but I go to bed early. I have seen that stalker guy hanging around plenty of other times though. Melody told me all about him. He made her nervous. Scared her sometimes.”

While Gordon spoke with Mr. Giddings, Ayala moved closer and closer to the porch steps.

“Thank you so much, sir. The detectives will arrive soon and you can tell them everything you know.”

Gordon left Giddings and shouted to Ayala. “Don’t move any nearer. Stop right there.”

Ayala halted. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

 

Marilyn Meredith aka F.M. Meredith’s latest books:

A Cold Death, a Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery

Unresolved, a Rocky Bluff P.D. mystery

Visit me at: http://fictionforyou.com

Blog: https://marilynmeredith.blogspot.com

Facebook: Marilyn Meredith

Twitter: @marilynmeredith

Tomorrow I’m headed over to my good friend, Gloria Getman’s blog: https://gloriagetman.blogspot.com and discussing critique groups.

We’d love to hear from you, please feel free to leave a comment.

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Marja McGraw – One Adventure Too Many

This week, I’m delighted to host one of my favorite mystery authors,

Marja McGraw.

Marja McGraw has worked in both civil and criminal law, state transportation, and for a city building department.  She has lived and worked in California, Nevada, Oregon, Alaska, Arizona, and Washington.

She wrote a weekly column for a small town newspaper in Northern Nevada, and conducted a Writers’ Support Group in Northern Arizona. A past member of Sisters in Crime (SinC), she was the Editor for the SinC-Internet Newsletter for a year and a half.

Marja writes two mystery series, The Sandi Webster Mysteries and The Bogey Man Mysteries, which are light reading with a touch of humor. She also has two standalone mysteries.

Marja says that each of her mysteries contains a little humor, a little romance and A Little Murder!

Thank you for having me as a guest, Evelyn. It’s good to be back and talking about “One Adventure Too Many – A Sandi Webster Mystery.”

One Adventure Too Many

Taking a vacation can lead to an unexpected case for private eye Sandi Webster-Goldberg. Taking a vacation with your menopausal mother, an eccentric aunt, a pregnant friend and her husband, and a flustered husband can lead to total chaos – especially when you find a young woman and her baby hiding from unknown danger in an abandoned house.

Here’s an excerpt:

(Sandi’s mother and aunt have disappeared while on a trek through the forest)

A wind had come up and the tops of the trees swayed.

Thunder boomed in the distance again. As Stanley had said, sound didn’t carry as far in the forest. Maybe the storm was closer than I imagined.

I had visions of driving out of here in the rain and on muddy roads.

“Mother!” I hollered.

I thought I heard something ahead of us, but there was no verbal reply.

“Stan, look at the sky. We’ve got to find them and get out of here.”

He glanced skyward and started power walking down the trail.

It seemed that nothing involving my mother and my aunt was ever easy. Oh, that the day would come when I’d call out and they’d simply come running.

Be careful what you wish for – words to live by.

Before I could form another thought in my mind, Aunt Martha came barreling down the path and almost ran into Stanley.

“Come quick,” she said, turning and running back in the direction she’d come from. “Your mother is…”

I couldn’t hear the rest of what she said, but Stanley and I ran after her. I’d heard something unsettling in her voice.

She rounded a curve in the trail and disappeared again.

“Hurry,” she yelled.

“We’re coming,” I yelled back.

We rounded the corner and saw my aunt standing and staring at a clump of bushes.

My mother’s head popped up out of the bushes. Her face was pale and drawn, not a good sign.

“What…?”

I had an overwhelming sense of dread.

“Mother?” I hurried the rest of the way and stood by my aunt.

My mother was bending over, studying a man’s dead body.

The first thing I noticed was that he only wore one shoe. The second thing I noticed was my mother holding her stomach and running to the other side of the path to toss her cookies.

Marja’s website: https://www.marjamcgraw.com/

Buy book at: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=marja+mcgraw

Blog: http://marjamcgraw.blogspot.com/

Join her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marja.mcgraw

Contact her at: mystery@marjamcgraw.com

Marja and I would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a comment.

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Liar Liar – Nancy Boyarsky

Today I’m welcoming back one of my favorite authors, Nancy Boyarsky.

Nancy Boyarsky is the bestselling author of the award-winning Nicole Graves Mysteries. Before turning to mysteries, Nancy coauthored Backroom Politics, a New York Times notable book, with her husband, Bill Boyarsky. She has written several textbooks on the justice system as well as articles for publications including the Los Angeles Times, Forbes, and McCall’s. She also contributed to political anthologies, including In the Running, about women’s political campaigns. In addition to her writing career, she was communications director for political affairs for ARCO.

Liar Liar is the third Nicole Graves novel, following The Swap and The Bequest, each of which can be read as a stand alone.

Liar Liar

Nicole Graves finds herself in the crosshairs when she reluctantly agrees to babysit a witness in a high-profile rape trial. Mary Ellen Barnes is suing her university’s star quarterback for rape when the authorities won’t act. In the court of public opinion, Mary Ellen appears to be the quintessential, pious, good girl. But her lies and mysterious comings and goings lead Nicole to suspect that she’s not what she seems.

Later, Nicole would ponder the truth and its illusive nature. She’d realize how many lies people would tell to protect themselves from it. And, worst of all, how many she herself would tell to get at it. She’d always considered herself a truthful person. Yet she’d find herself lying to others, to her fiancé, and even to herself.

She’d wonder if there was such a thing as the actual truth. Or was truth relative, the product of incomplete or faulty memories, or the limitations of the observer? How often was the truth tainted by what an individual wanted, or needed, to believe?

On this bright day in mid-March, Nicole stepped into the United Terminal at LAX and encountered a situation she could hardly believe. It was as if she’d slipped back in time to the previous year when the media was stalking her. This morning, they were massed in a corner of baggage claim. After the initial shock of seeing them, she noticed they weren’t looking in her direction, hadn’t noticed her at all. They were waiting for someone else, someone they expected to come down the escalator from the arrival gates.

Here’s an excerpt from Liar Liar:

Nicole heard a sound and came in from the balcony in time to see Mary Ellen, now fully dressed, slip out the front door. Nicole ran after her. She couldn’t allow the girl to run off after what she’d said about the hopelessness of her predicament. By the time Nicole got to the elevator bank, it was empty. The girl was already on her way down.

Nicole couldn’t take the stairs; she was on the tenth floor. But the elevator bank had four cars, and luck was with her. Moments later, the door to another elevator opened. When she reached the lobby, she caught sight of Mary Ellen through the window. She had just left the building and was jaywalking across Ocean Avenue toward the beach.

Nicole rushed after her. The wind was picking up, blowing through her jacket. She was halfway across the street, when a car heading south skidded to a stop a few feet away. The driver leaned on his horn and opened his window to scream at her. She ignored him, trying to keep Mary Ellen in sight. The girl seemed to be headed toward the shoreline. When Nicole reached the sand, she started running. She was in good shape, but running on the beach was completely different from a morning jog around the neighborhood. Her shoes sank into the soft surface, making it impossible to gain momentum. Meanwhile, sand leaked into her shoes, chafing her sockless feet.

The beach near the waterline was dark, and Mary Ellen was no longer in sight. Nicole looked desperately around, trying to figure out which way the girl had gone. All at once she stumbled over something lying in her path. As she hit the sand, the figure she’d tripped over slowly sat up, like a zombie in a horror film.

 

My ✰✰✰✰✰ Review

While putting in the hours to qualify for a private investigator’s license, Nicole Graves is given the assignment to keep an eye on a client for Colbert and Smith investigations, the company she works for. But the client, a young woman, turns out to be more than Nicole can handle. When the client turns up dead, her personal investigation into the murder case not only puts her life in danger, it also puts her at odds with a new fiancé. In the end, Nicole must make a heart-wrenching decision—marriage to a wonderful guy or a new career as a P.I. In my opinion, she made the right one.

Great characters and an interesting story kept me turning the pages. This is the third Nicole Graves mystery I’ve read, and I’ve enjoyed each one. Now I’m looking forward to the next. I highly recommend, Liar Liar.

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Readers are invited to connect with Nancy through her website.

Website: http://www.nancyboyarsky.com”>http://www.nancyboyarsky.com

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Death Over Easy – Edith Maxwell

Today, I’m delighted to host mystery author, Edith Maxwell.

Agatha- and Macavity-nominated author Edith Maxwell writes the Local Foods Mysteries, the historical Quaker Midwife Mysteries, and award-winning short crime fiction. As Maddie Day she writes the popular Country Store Mysteries and the new Cozy Capers Book Group Mysteries. She is president of Sisters in Crime New England and lives north of Boston with her beau and two elderly cats.

I’m delighted to be featured here. Thanks, Evie, for inviting me! I’m so excited that Death Over Easy releases in eleven days.

Death Over Easy

Restaurateur Robbie Jordan is ready for the boost in business a local bluegrass festival brings to South Lick, Indiana, but the beloved event strikes a sour note. The celebration is cut short when a performer is found choked to death by a banjo string. Now all the banjo players are featured in a different kind of lineup. To clear their names, Robbie must pair up with an unexpected partner to pick at the clues and find the plucky killer before he – or she – can conduct an encore performance.

Here’s a short excerpt, where the county sheriff’s department detective is questioning Robbie Jordan in her Country Store restaurant, Pans ‘N Pancakes:

“Detective, how was Pia killed? I know Isaac found her body, but was she shot? Poisoned? Stabbed?” I paused in my assembly of the dry ingredients for pancake batter.

The detective tapped her hand on the end of the counter where she’d laid her tablet. “I hear you’ve acted as an amateur detective previously.”

“Not exactly. I simply kept getting drawn into murder cases.” I shrugged.

“I’ll tell you the method, but first I’d like your word that this time you won’t get ‘drawn in’ to my investigation.” She surrounded the words in finger quotes.

“Fine with me,” I answered. But was it?

“Ms. Bianchi was choked. Garroted, actually.”

Garroted? “You mean with a rope or something?” A shudder rippled through me at the thought.

“It was actually a metal wire. We’re looking into whether it was an instrument string, and if so, designed for which instrument.”

“Wow. With thousands of musicians in the county this week.”

“Exactly…”

You can purchase Death Over Easy from the following websites:

Amazon

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Edith blogs at WickedCozyAuthors.com and KillerCharacters.com. Read about all her personalities and her work at edithmaxwell.com, and please find her on social media – she loves to talk to readers:

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Secrets in Storyville – Patricia Gligor

Today I’m welcoming back another of my favorite authors, Patricia Gligor.

Patricia Gligor is a Cincinnati native. She has worked as an administrative assistant, the sole proprietor of a resume writing service and the manager of a sporting goods department but her passion has always been writing fiction.

Ms. Gligor is the author of the Malone Mystery series: Mixed Messages, Unfinished Business, Desperate Deeds, Mistaken Identity and Marnie Malone.

Secrets in Storyville, a small town mystery, is separate from her series.

Mystery without Murder

I’ve always been an avid mystery reader. Growing up, I read Nancy Drew mysteries like most other girls my age but my favorite books were the Judy Bolton mysteries written by Margaret Sutton. Titles like The Midnight Visitor, The Mark on the Mirror, and The Forbidden Chest fascinated me. Each book held a mystery for Judy to solve and, if memory serves, there were no murders in any of the books. Just an intriguing mystery.

Of course, those books were written for young girls, not adult women, so there were limits on the subject matter and graphic nature of the published material. Understandable. Although I love a good murder mystery, I also like the idea of mystery without murder, which I attribute to all the hours I spent with Judy Bolton.

There are no murders in Secrets in Storyville. Only mystery.

Kate Morgan, a single mother, lives in the small town of Storyville, Ohio where she grew up. A want-to-be author, she works as a sales clerk in the town’s only department store doing what she describes as “a job a monkey could do.” Although she’s bored with her job, she’s reluctant to consider making any major changes in her life. However, she’s about to find out that change is inevitable.

When Kate’s ten-year-old daughter, Mandy, tells the family she plans to do a family tree for a school project, the negative reaction of Kate’s parents and grandmother shocks her but also arouses her curiosity. Why are they so against Mandy’s project? Surely her family is too “normal” to have any skeletons in their closet.

Kate decides to support her daughter even if that means defying her parents. As she searches for the truth, she discovers some long buried secrets that, if she decides to reveal them, will change her life and the lives of the people she loves – forever.

My ✰✰✰✰✰Review

Kate Morgan has uneasily settled for her life as a single mom, and has always thought she had the perfect parents. But when her daughter decides to do a family tree for her school project, things between Kate, her parents, and her grandmother begin to get tense, especially when she starts dating a handsome stranger. When her daughter drops the family tree project for another, Kate continues to do genealogy research on her own, and what she finds sets her on a roller coaster of troubled emotions.

I really enjoyed reading this novel. It was hard to put down. The characters are wonderful, but then, Ms. Gligor is great at characterization. I loved Kate’s romance. The novel was easy reading with a satisfying twist at the end. I highly recommend it to everyone who is looking for a mystery, without murder.

Patricia Gligor’s books are available at:

http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007VDDUPQ

Pat and I would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a comment.

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A Game of Deceit – K. A. Davis

Today I’m welcoming author, K. A. Davis to my blog.

 Kim Davis lives in Southern California with her husband, near wildfire country. In addition to authoring suspense novel, A GAME OF DECEIT, she writes the Cinnamon, Sugar, and a Little Bit of Murder blog and has several children’s articles published in a variety of magazines. When not busy with her granddaughters, she can be found writing her next book and blog, baking, or working on her photography skills. K. A. Davis is a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

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Thanks for hosting me on your blog, Evelyn! I appreciate the chance to share an excerpt from my debut suspense novel, A Game of Deceit. I chose a few paragraphs from Chapter Fourteen because I was inspired to write this scene after having to evacuate my two young granddaughters from the Portola fire in Southern California in 2007. I personally enjoy other authors who weave their own life experiences into their stories and find their books richer in detail and emotions. I would like to mention that thanks to the brave efforts of the firefighters, my family did not lose their home.

A Game of Deceit

A father’s disappearance never solved, a mother’s secret taken to the grave, a daughter deceived…

Kathryn Landry thinks her life is just about perfect. She is the owner of a successful interior designer business in Newport Beach, California, and she has an attentive, supportive husband. But her world comes crashing down when her husband, Neil Landry, vanishes without a trace… in a situation almost identical to the disappearance of her father twenty years before.

With her father’s disappearance still a mystery, Kathryn is skeptical that the detective assigned to her case will be able to find her husband. Determined to uncover the truth, Kathryn is plunged into a world of politics, high-priced call girls and wealth. As she begins to search for her husband, a decades-old secret her mother took to the grave threatens to destroy all she holds dear. Caught up in a web of betrayals and deceit, and not knowing who to trust, Kathryn must find a way to survive as she discovers the past has a way of repeating itself.

Here is an Excerpt:

He came to a stop and rolled down his window when they reached the barrier. They were greeted by a blast of hot, sooty air. Kathryn thought the officer manning the barricade looked like a bandit. His cowboy-style hat was pulled low, mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes and a dark blue bandana covered his nose and mouth. His khaki-colored uniform had turned a dusty gray with matching combat boots.

            “Hey Mike, glad you made it,” the sheriff’s deputy said after pulling down the bandana. “Captain says we can give you about twenty minutes to get in and evacuate your horses.”

            “Thanks, Rudy, I owe you one.”

            “Not a problem,” the deputy answered, pulling the roadblock aside. “Just do me a favor and get out of here as quickly as you can. This fire has a mind of its own, jumping roads and firebreaks like I’ve never seen. I’d hate for you and your friend to get caught in the middle of it.”

            “Don’t worry. We’ll be out of here before you know it.”

            Kathryn started choking on the thick smoke that had swirled into the Explorer. Her breathing became more rapid and her palms started sweating.

            What are you getting yourself into? Is it too late to back out?

Mike quickly rolled the window up and turned the air conditioning on high before finally turning off onto a single-lane blacktop road blocked by an elegant, wrought-iron electric gate. He pushed the remote button attached to the sun visor and the gate slowly opened. The road wound between pastures enclosed by once-pristine white fences, now grimy with soot. Drab olive-green eucalyptus trees lined the drive. The murky air caused the SUV’s headlights to come on. They crossed a stone bridge under which a dry river bed ran, then turned a bend in the road and his house came into view. But they didn’t notice. Instead, their eyes were riveted on the fifty-foot roaring flames shooting up from the hill behind Mike’s house, less than a mile away.

My Review

Suspenseful and intriguing, this well-plotted debut novel grabbed my attention from the first page. A fast-paced read full of twists and turns kept me guessing. Corruption, murder, embezzlement, and more. The protagonist’s deep involvement with two male characters had me turning the pages to see how it would end.

The only reservation I had, and it’s not huge, is that I found it odd to see recipes at the back of a suspense novel. They’re usually only in cozy mysteries. Of course, it’s a writer’s prerogative to put whatever she wants in her book, it just kind of threw me.

I wish the author much luck, and hope she goes on to write more novels. Love the cover, by the way.

Connect with Kim Davis

Websites:         http://kimdavisauthor.com/
https://cinnamonsugarandalittlebitofmurder.com

Facebook:        https://www.facebook.com/Kim-Davis-Author-1532277473479031                                                https://www.facebook.com/Cinnamon-Sugar-and-a-Little-Bit-of-Murder-187400864778608

Twitter:           https://twitter.com/Kookiesandbooks

Purchase Links

Amazon: https://goo.gl/8muPuf

Barnes and Noble: https://goo.gl/Q6uVZP

Kobo: https://goo.gl/28Nsdo

Apple: https://goo.gl/sVzo6B

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