Thursday, November 30, 2017

November Giveaway - Dead in a Park Paperback & Tote Bag


When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.

Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.

Leah loves a good mystery. Can she find the killer before the killer strikes again?


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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Her Brother's Keeper by Kitty Boyes

Have you ever helped out a stranger only to have it turn your normal life into something that resembles a nightmare?
Arina did.


After a dead man is discovered in one of her motel units, his only relative, an older sister, asks Arina to help her. The sister believes her brother was murdered.
Despite being dissuaded from getting involved, true to form, Arina dives in. Head first.
Without knowing exactly what she was getting into, she inadvertently puts lives on the line. Including the life of her two-year-old son, Ben.
Money laundering and multi-million-dollar tax evasion scams are uncovered. Ruthless and desperate people will do all they can to avoid detection to protect their interests. Including murder.

Book Three ‘HER BROTHER’S KEEPER’ of the Arina Perry Series takes a phycological ride on the wild side.

Released in e-book late November 2017 and in paperback late December 2017.


Monday, November 27, 2017

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Sunday, November 26, 2017

Excerpt from Forgive Me: Holton Series #4

Leaving Emily was Mitch’s greatest mistake. Can she forgive him?

Growing up, Mitch Carson had always dreamed of leaving Holton, Texas, traveling the world, and writing life altering stories. As an investigative journalist, he made those dreams come true, but he left behind the only woman he ever loved. That was his greatest mistake. Mitch has returned home to see if she can forgive him for leaving her when she needed him the most.

In high school, Emily Fairview had fallen deeply, madly, and completely in love with Mitch. The two of them planned a life together far away from Holton, but when Emily’s family needed her, she chose to stay. Mitch chose to leave. Fifteen years later Mitch is back and wants a second chance, but Emily doesn’t know if she can forgive him.

Return to Holton, Texas one last time to see if Mitch can get Emily to forgive him. Forgive Me is the fourth and final book in the Holton Series but may be read as a standalone novel.

Excerpt:
Weddings and marriage made Emily think of Mitch. She didn’t want to, but there it was. That stray thought she couldn’t control. Mitch Carson had left her fifteen years before, but that didn’t stop her heart from aching or her mind from remembering. Most of the memories were good. They had a lot of fun together. But the memory of the night they had graduated from high school still brought tears to her eyes.

She sat through the graduation ceremony in a haze, just going through the motions. Afterward, she accepted congratulations from friends and family. She managed to avoid Mitch until the end. He was headed straight for her with a huge grin on his face. He moved with a cat-like grace, his steps long and flowing. She quickly intercepted him and whispered, “Meet me at the clearing.”
When she arrived at the clearing about an hour later, Mitch was already there. He had spread out the throw blanket and set up a small lantern. He gave her a big smile, and she walked directly into his arms. Emily inhaled deeply and held on tightly. Mitch hugged her close as her tears started to fall.
“Hey,” he said softly, rubbing her back. “Emily, what’s wrong?”
She took a deep breath, stepped away from him, and wiped her eyes. “It’s my dad.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yes and no. He had his three-month checkup today. The doctor won’t release him to go back to work. He said that the blood vessels in my dad’s head are weak. He might have another stroke.”
“Oh, Emily. I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t go to Columbia,” she said softly.
“What? Why not?”
“Mitch, I don’t know what is going to happen with my dad and going away to school is really expensive.”
“What about your college fund? Your parents set that up for you years ago.”
“I know, but I think they’re short on money. I don’t think I should use it. I want them to have it.”
“Okay, I guess that makes sense,” Mitch said slowly. “We can still make it work. I don’t have a lot of money either. Sure, my parents will help, and I have some money saved, but I intend to work. You can too. We can get a place together and share expenses.”
“Mitch, I can’t leave my mom to face this alone. I need to be here for her.”
Mitch started pacing around the clearing. He did that sometimes when he was agitated. He stopped to stare at her. “Have you talked to your parents about this?”
“Well, no, but…”
“Emily,” Mitch interrupted. “Your parents don’t want you to give up your dream for them. You told me yourself how happy and proud of you they were when you got accepted to Columbia.”
“Mitch, you don’t understand,” Emily said sharply. She was getting irritated. She wanted him to tell her everything was going to be okay, that he would stay in Holton with her.
“What don’t I understand? You’re going to throw all our plans away without even discussing it with your folks?”
“They’re not our plans. They’re your plans,” she snapped.
He froze. For a moment, she wanted to take it back, but she realized it was true. He had talked of nothing else during the three months they had been together. They would attend Columbia together. Work on campus or nearby during the school year. During the summers, they would travel around the country, working odd jobs, staying wherever their fancy took them. He had made it all sound so glamorous and exciting. Emily had been swept up in the dream, but she realized now that she truly didn’t want to leave Holton.
“You don’t want to leave?” he asked.
Emily looked away. She wasn’t being fair to Mitch, but she wouldn’t change her mind. Holton was home, and her family needed her.
“I can’t leave,” she whispered. “My family needs me, Mitch. I have to stay here and help my mom.”
Mitch stared at her. “What about us?”
“You could stay here, too. Maybe for the summer, until we know more.”
“And then? Will you leave with me at the end of the summer?”
“Mitch, I…I don’t know,” she said helplessly. “What if it were your father?”
“If it were my father, I would talk to my mom. Ask her what she needed. See if she wanted me to stay. I get that you need to help your family, Emily, but you are not giving them a chance to tell you want they need from you.”
“What about what I need? I need to help them. I need you to stay here with me while I help them.”
“You’re asking me to stay? At the last minute? I’ve been planning this for years. You know I hate it here. I love you, Emily, but you’re asking me to give up everything I ever wanted.”
“If you love me, you’ll stay.”
“If you love me, you’ll come.”

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Wednesday, November 22, 2017

New Release - Heart & Dagger by Holland Rae

Lady Charlotte Talbot hasn’t seen Armand Rajaram de Bourbon, her oldest childhood friend and once betrothed, since his family returned to India when she was fifteen. Since then, she has left a groom at the altar, changed her name to Catalina Sol, opened a house for unwed mothers and orphans, and captained a ship, the Liberté, crewed by the best fighters in the Spanish Main. She’s no longer the lady he left behind, not that she’d admit to wishing he’d return.

When Armand’s brother is kidnapped, he breaks his rule of never engaging with pirates. But desperation drives him to the Liberté and a life he thought he’d left far behind. He’d do anything to save Henri, but Armand never expected to find Charlotte here, and now that’s he’s found her, he doesn’t have a clue what to do about it.

Together, they must face kidnapping, pirate captains, blackmail, and themselves. The Liberté may sail thousands of miles from the shores of England, but that might not be far enough to escape the past.

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Excerpt:
“Like you, Armand?” she asked him. Her voice had reached an even tone, with no emotion evident, and that was far more terrifying than her angered yelling. Like him. He could have been her husband these years now, had he ever written back, had he not turned himself away from everything London and Paris were to him. He had been a coward and fool. And yet, the knowledge did not serve to calm his temper in the slightest. Instead, he nearly ground his teeth to dust, as she continued her even speech.
“I have never needed a man to care for me,” she said, her gaze so full of disdain, Armand felt himself growing smaller in the wake of it. “I have never needed anyone to care for me.” This time, when she spoke, there was no denying the sadness that filtered through her words, or the expression in her eyes, and Armand felt his own grief in it, felt his own sadness as it mirrored hers.
“Why are you trying to change me?” she asked him. He knew he needed to back down, knew that if he spoke right at this moment, as this woman stood before him in her britches, then he would regret it forever. He knew all these things, and yet the anger seemed to consume him, anger, fear, sadness.
“It’s about time someone tried.”
He watched her finish dressing and leave without another word, but there was no denying the pain he saw in those beautiful eyes, and he felt all the hurt he had caused her as acutely as if someone had dug a knife into his very own body. Of course he didn’t want to change her, not the glorious laughter that exposed her long stretch of beautiful neck, not the way she treated the world’s misfits, offering them love and joy, so much more than just clothing and food. There was not a single thing in the world he would change about Catalina Sol.
He stopped short, eyes still wide upon the doorway through which she had only just left. If he didn’t want to change her, then why had he said so? Why had he said the one thing he knew would hurt her more than all the rest?
Because she had done the same.
She hadn’t even said no, hadn’t even rejected him in a way that stood to break him, but as Armand stood in Catalina’s chamber all alone, he realized he hadn’t proposed out of honor. He hadn’t suddenly developed the sense of responsibility that had forsaken him all those years ago.
He had proposed because he wanted to marry her. The thought was like a knife turning in his belly, and it sent a shard of new pain through his temple.
He had wanted to marry her.
As she had lain in the morning sunshine, her hair spread around her, that delicious glow upon her skin, Armand had believed it his duty to marry Catalina, but it hadn’t been his duty. It hadn’t been his responsibility. It had been his desire.
And then she had laughed, had laughed and thrown his betrayal of their once future in his face, and Armand hadn’t understood why he had been so angry. But he understood now, he knew exactly what had driven him to say the words he knew would bring her to her knees. Because she had brought him to his knees and Armand Rajaram de Bourbon, earl, comte, somewhere in line for an Indian princehood, didn’t like the sensation one bit.

Holland Rae is the author of several works of erotic and romantic fiction in both the contemporary and historical genres, and enjoys pushing the limits of freedom, feminism, and fun in her stories. She has been an avid writer for many years, and recently moved back to her home state of New Jersey from Boston, after completing her education in journalism and creative writing.

In her free time, she loves to travel, and spent several months living in a 14th century castle in the Netherlands. When not exploring the world, she likes dreaming up stories, eating spicy food, driving fast cars, and talking to strangers.

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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Winner Take All by Mary Rodgers - Win a Kindle Fire


Blurb:
Hot shot skier and unrepentant party girl Carly Carrington is on top of the world until a disastrous crash destroys her championship dreams. Can she lower her guard long enough to trust the one man who might be able to heal her body...and her heart?

When it comes to sports doctors, buttoned-up Paul Blackburn is the best of the best. But when Carly upends his carefully ordered little world, will Paul fight his one chance at true love, or go for the gold in… WINNER TAKE ALL.



About the Author:
A career performer and storyteller, Mary was the keyboardist and lead vocalist in an all-female rock band for a number of years, and has acted in leading roles in plays and musicals across the globe.

Her first screenplay, Common Ground, was a finalist in the Moondance International Film Festival competition, and she is a member of the Screen Actor's Guild/AFTRA and the New York chapter of Women in Film and Television.

An avid gamer and unrepentant nerd, Mary's been a fan of romance, science fiction and fantasy novels since she was old enough to hide them between the pages of her textbooks during geometry class in high school. She is delighted to introduce the first book in her new contemporary romance series, Winner Take All.

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Sunday, November 19, 2017

Excerpt from The Lost Spaniel

The Lost Spaniel is the third novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

When Alex’s mentor, Eddie Hill, calls about his lost Cocker Spaniel, Alex rushes to the rescue. They quickly track the dog to an abandoned construction site, but after bullets start flying, Alex realizes there’s more to this case than a missing dog.

Alex and Eddie have to dig into their pasts to find out who might want to harm them or their pets. The list of suspects grows long as Alex tries to solve the mystery of the lost Spaniel.

Excerpt:
It was pure luck that saved us. A slight reflection of light in the window caught my eye. Instinctively, I crashed into Eddie dropping both of us to the ground just as a bullet whizzed by our heads. The glass in the lower window shattered. Another bullet pinged on the metal leg of the platform. I rose to my knees and started crawling.
“The dumpster,” I shouted. “Get behind the dumpster.”
Eddie lay frozen on the ground. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He didn’t move.
“Eddie,” I yelled shaking his arm. I wasn’t strong enough to carry him, but he wasn’t moving. Trying to stay low, I stood hunched over, grabbed him under both arms, and started to pull. It was enough to get him moving. He rolled over to his knees. We scurried over to the dumpster as a couple more bullets hit the ground around us. I heard a yelp behind me just as we made it behind the dumpster.
“Hero,” I screamed. I turned to see my dog staggering. Heart pounding, tears filling my eyes, I called to him. “Here, boy. Come on. Over here.”
Hero shuffled over to us. I grasped him and pulled him to safety. I then ran my hands through his fur. He whined when I reached his hindquarters. When I pulled my hand away, I had blood on my fingers. I started to reach for my backpack when another bullet hit the glass window above the scaffolding.
“Daisy,” Eddie said as he started to step out from behind the dumpster. I clutched him from behind to keep him in place.
“Wait!”
“Let me go,” he yelled. “I need to get her.”
“They have a gun, Eddie,” I said trying to remain calm. My heart was pounding, and I was worried about Hero, but I couldn’t let him go. “We need to call for help.”
“Hey, what’s going on?”
I turned to see a man standing in his backyard across the street. The noise of the shots and breaking glass must have attracted the attention of the neighborhood. I didn’t know if the shooter was still around and didn’t want anyone else in danger.
“Gun shots. Go back inside,” I screamed. “Call for help.”
I saw him pulling his phone from his pocket as he rushed back into his house. I glanced around the area to see if anyone else had come outside. Hopefully, the attention we were attracting would scare the shooter away as well as keep all the neighbors inside. Eddie was shaking and muttering under his breath. He needed something to do. I turned back to Hero, blinking back tears as I dug through my backpack for bandages.
“Eddie,” I said catching his attention. When he looked at me, I shoved the bandages at him. “Help Hero. I’ll see if I can tell if the shooter is gone, and then I’ll get Daisy.”
I peered around the dumpster. I didn’t see any movement, but I wasn’t sure exactly where the shots had been coming from. A car started down Pine and drove past us. When nothing else happened, I decided to risk it.
“Okay, I’m going to try to get to Daisy,” I told Eddie.
He looked up, worried, but nodded. I watched him a moment while he carefully placed a bandage over the wound on Hero’s hip. I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned back around.
The end of the platform was only a few feet away. I inched my way over, hugging the wall, and climbed up the side of the scaffolding. There was glass all around. Daisy was huddled in the middle shaking like a leaf. I coaxed her closer all the while hoping the shooter was gone. Once she was close enough, I grabbed her and quickly moved back to the relative safety behind the dumpster just as the first siren sounded in the distance.

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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

November Giveaway - Dead in a Park Paperback & Tote Bag


When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.

Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.

Leah loves a good mystery. Can she find the killer before the killer strikes again?


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Sunday, November 12, 2017

Trust Me: Holton Series #3 Excerpt

Rachel isn't looking for love, but she finds it with Paul. Will he learn to trust her?

Rachel Lewis hides her looks behind dark framed glasses and drab clothes. As the head librarian in Holton, she is satisfied with her life and her appearance. Rachel isn't looking for love or a relationship, but Paul captivates her. He lives in a completely different world, but she wants him more than she has ever wanted any other man.

Paul Hart is handsome, rich, and successful. As the owner of a thriving business, he is happy with short-term relationships and jaded women. Paul has been betrayed too many times to trust a woman, but Rachel intrigues him. She isn't like any other woman he has ever known. Can he learn to trust her?

Return to Holton, Texas for Victoria and Andrew’s wedding to see if Rachel can win Paul’s trust. Trust Me is the third book in the Holton Series but may be read as a standalone novel.

Excerpt:
Paul had the cushion arranged on the floor parallel to the couch with the blanket spread over it. He handed her his coat. “Use mine. It’s longer than yours, and then you can use your coat for a pillow.”
“Thanks. That’ll help. So do you snore?”
He walked over to the desk and leaned against it. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Has no one told you? None of your lovers ever mention it?”
“I don’t sleep with women.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and looked at him questioningly. He lifted a hand. “Literal sense of the word. I have sex, but I don’t sleep with women.”
She nodded. “Kick them out after you have done the deed, do you?”
“Something like that,” he said cautiously.
“Well, I’m hoping you do snore. It’ll help cover mine.”
“You snore?” he asked with a slight smile. His eyes danced as if he were trying to hold back his laughter.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied saucily.
Rachel placed his coat on the end of the couch. She took a deep breath and then turned to him. He stood there watching her. It was an odd feeling. He seemed to be watching her a lot. It wasn’t threatening but more inquisitive, like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. She looked at him now and said, “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around,” she repeated.
“Why?”
She sighed heavily and frowned. “Because I’m going to remove my pants. It would be too uncomfortable to try to sleep in them.”
Rachel was wearing a long top and jeans. The top was a tunic style shirt that was one of the most comfortable she owned. It was warm and soft and hit her legs about midway down her thighs. It would cover her adequately, but she didn’t want to sleep in her jeans. She also did not want to try to take them off while he was watching. She was attracted to the man, but she didn’t want to give him a peep show.
He grinned at her. “Oh, honey. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.”

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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Boyfriend Swap by Meredith Schorr - $10 Gift Card Giveaway


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Is Christmas really the most wonderful time of the year? New Yorkers Robyn Lane and Sidney Bellows aren’t so sure. Robyn has always dated struggling creative types. For once, her parents would love her to bring someone with health insurance and a 401(k) to their Chrismukkah celebration. Her actor boyfriend doesn’t qualify. While across town, Sidney’s professional life already belongs to her parents. She’s an attorney at her father’s law firm and she works tirelessly to keep her love life private. If she brings her lawyer boyfriend to their annual Christmas extravaganza, her parents will have the wedding planned by New Year’s Eve.

A mutual friend playfully suggests they trade boyfriends for the holidays. The women share a laugh, but after copious amounts of wine, decide The Boyfriend Swap could be the perfect solution. This way, Robyn can show off her stable attorney boyfriend and Sidney’s high-society family will take no interest in her flaky actor beau.

It’s a brilliant plan—in theory. In practice—not so much. When Will turns out to be the boy-next-door Robyn crushed on hard throughout her teenage years, and Sidney’s family fawns all over Perry like he’s an Oscar-winner rather than a D-list wannabe, one thing is certain: The Boyfriend Swap might just change their lives forever.


Excerpt:
“Holding hands, some touching, and little pecks are fine. As long as we show some affection, my parents won’t question the lack of making out,” I said, almost choking on my words. I was having trouble focusing on the road with Will Brady as my passenger, and the current topic of conversation wasn’t helping. I flashed back to the last time we’d ridden in a car together. School had closed early due to an ice storm. I was terrified to drive home and the buses had already left. Before I could protest, Jordy, who was a freshman, asked Will to give us a ride and, of course, he said yes. I remembered sitting in the backseat and trying not to get caught looking at Will’s reflection in the rearview mirror.

“Do you and Perry full-on make out in front of your folks regularly?”

Even though I was looking at the road, I could still see Will’s amused grin through my side vision. To talk myself out of blushing, I focused on the vanity plate of the car in front of me—GRNSON1.  “Not at all. I meant if we make small shows of affection, no one will be skeptical.”

Will tapped my thigh. “I’m teasing you. I don’t think it will be too difficult. Unless your parents are suspicious by nature.”

My leg tingled in the spot where Will’s fingers had been. “They’re not. But they’ll be surprised.” To my knowledge, Will had no idea of the extent of my crush back then. He probably assumed my parents would consider it a humorous coincidence that their daughter was dating an old neighbor—nothing more, nothing less. I should have warned them, but I was too afraid they’d see right through my lies.

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A born-and-bred New Yorker, Meredith Schorr discovered her passion for writing when she began to enjoy drafting work-related emails way more than she was probably supposed to. After trying her hand penning children’s stories and blogging her personal experiences, Meredith found her calling writing romantic comedy and humorous women’s fiction. She secures much inspiration from her day job as a hardworking trademark paralegal and her still-single (but looking) status. Meredith is a loyal New York Yankees fan, an avid runner, and an unashamed television addict. To learn more, visit her at www.meredithschorr.com.

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Sunday, November 5, 2017

The Lost Savannah Excerpt

The Lost Savannah is the second novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.

Alex is hired to find a lost Savannah, a rare and expensive cat breed. She quickly learns the cat isn’t just missing. The cat was stolen. The main suspect is the next door neighbor who is obsessed with Savannahs and the game of golf.

Soon Alex discovers a black market ring in the world of fanatic Savannah cat breeders. She has to dust off her rusty investigative skills to solve the mystery of the lost Savannah.

Excerpt:
The room was neat and orderly. Books in straight stacks and toys arranged very precisely. I couldn’t see in the closet, but I had a feeling the hangers were all exactly the same and evenly spaced.
“Brian’s autistic,” Grace said softly.
The little I knew about autism was reinforced by Brian’s behavior. It also explained Grace’s anxiety and urgency. Many people with autism often do better with animals. Horses and dogs were more commonly used as therapy pets, but some cats have proven useful as well.
“Sammie helps?” I asked as I looked around the room.
“Yes,” Grace replied as she crossed her arms and ran one hand up and down the other arm. “Brian hadn’t responded to any animal when he was first diagnosed, but when he was about four he wandered away. We searched for hours. Had called in the police, everything. Eventually, we found him next door. Our neighbor raises Savannahs. Brian was sitting in front of their enclosure talking to one of the cats.”
“A breakthrough of sorts?”
“Oh yes. It was.” Grace smiled. “The cat he bonded with was an older one. We persuaded, Lorraine, our neighbor, to part with her by purchasing a higher generation to replace the cat. Most Savannahs are very active, but Jessie was really good with Brian. Unfortunately, she died last year. It took us almost five months to find another Savannah that could cope with Brian and that he responded to. We’ve had Sammie about four months. The two of them are inseparable.”
“You didn’t get her from your neighbor?”
“No. Brian didn’t like any of Lorraine’s cats. We got Sammie from a breeder in New Mexico named Paul Kingman. She cost us a fortune as she is an F1, and Paul didn’t want to part with her.”
“F1?”
“That’s a first generation Savannah,” Grace explained. “They’re very rare. An F1 is fifty percent African serval and fifty percent domestic cat. Each next generation has less serval. Jessie was an F5. Because Sammie is so rare, we agreed to allow Paul to breed her one more time. But recently, he told us he had gotten another F1 female who is already pregnant.”
“So Sammie isn’t spayed?”
“No. Is that a problem?”
“No, but it may explain why she’s gone.”
“We intend to have her spayed. We have an appointment with the vet later this week.” She paused before saying softly, “I don’t know what Brian will do if she is really gone.”
“Is that Sammie’s bed?” I asked pointing to a cat bed under the window.
“Yes,” Grace replied. She moved over to the bed. “Sammie sleeps there sometimes, but mostly, she sleeps on this blanket.”
Grace pointed to a small throw at the foot of Brian’s bed. I walked over to it. It was made of some type of soft material, and I could easily see how a cat would make it its own. I picked it up and held it out to Hero. I gave him the command, and he obediently sniffed the blanket. Once I was sure he had the scent, I turned to Grace.
“We need to leave the room. There will be too much of Sammie here. We’ll start in the hall.” As we walked out of Brian’s room, I asked. “Are you sure Sammie isn’t in the house?”
“As sure as we can be. Savannah’s are very agile and can open doors and cabinets, but we searched every room multiple times. We even searched the attic. I hope she’s somewhere in the house, but I don’t think she would stay away from Brian for this long.”
I didn’t think so either. I gave Hero his search command. We followed him down the stairs, back through the family room where Brian and the girls were, and then into the next room which was a mudroom. Hero walked over to the back door and pawed at the floor.
“Well, Sammie’s not in the house. She definitely went out the back.”
There was a gasp behind us. I turned to see Hannah and Natalie standing in the doorway. Hannah had a stricken look on her face.
“The door was unlocked yesterday,” Hannah said softly. “I noticed it when we were looking for Sammie.”
“What?” Grace exclaimed. “Hannah, why didn’t you say anything?”
“I forgot!” Hannah said. “I didn’t think anything about it. I just opened the door to go outside to look.”
“Is the door normally locked?” I questioned.
“Yes. We seldom use this door. We enter the house through the garage or the front door.”
“No one uses this door?”
“No,” Grace said slowly. “Not usually. There’s a door in the kitchen that leads to the back yard.”
“Humm,” I said and then unlocked and opened the door.
Hero continued the search out the back door, across the patio, and onto the lawn. He led us over to the fence. As we walked, I noticed drag marks in various places in the grass. They were minor imperfections as the lawn was thick and green, but if you looked closely, you could see them. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“How much does Sammie weigh?”
“Let’s see. She’s big, even for a Savannah. Probably close to thirty pounds.”
Big enough to make it difficult to carry her if a person was carrying something else. Like a gun. I had a really bad feeling that I wasn’t going to find Sammie anywhere near this house. We went through the gate, and Hero continued all the way to the street. There he stopped and lay down. That was his signal he had lost the trail. I knelt down beside him and gave him his treat.
“What is it? What happened?” Grace asked sharply.
I turned around to see Hannah and Natalie had followed us from the house. I glanced back at the street and then down at Hero. There was only one explanation.
“Someone stole Sammie.”

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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

November Giveaway - Dead in a Park Paperback & Tote Bag


When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.

Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.

Leah loves a good mystery. Can she find the killer before the killer strikes again?


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