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#tuesdayTeaser A Snippet from DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES #preorder #murder #Mystery #comingsoon

I am super stoked to let you all know I have a release date of 2.1.2023 for my short story collection DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES: A Short Story Collection about Death.

The book was reproduced from Kindle Vella. I had such a great response to it from the Vella readers that when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to release it on Kindle. It will also be available in KU after the release date.

The book is a collection of fictional short stories I’ve written over the years ( mostly in the 1990s) when I was obsessed with serial killers and all things murder related, LOL. A long way from the lighthearted romance I write these days.

A cheating husband.
A group of widows.
A priest.
A landlady.
A spider.
What do they all have in common?
Death.

and here’s the cover:

And here’s a little snippet from one of the stories, THE TUESDAY NIGHT MEETING.

“You probably don’t remember my late husband, Major Plowright. I believe he passed when you were just a baby. Well, my dear, if there was ever a tougher man in the world to live with, I’d be sore-pressed to believe it. I truly feel the moment he was brought into the world a military angel crossed his path and predestined him for a soldier’s life. His mother told me after we’d been married for about a year that even as a child, everything had to be precision perfect in his world. He tolerated no fools, silliness or any kind of good-natured fun. I didn’t realize this when I married him, mind you. I know now I fell in love with his spit and polish exterior and superior manner. I never could resist a good-lookin’ man in a uniform.”

A few well-knowing chuckles escaped throughout the room.

“Well, married life was kind of sweet for a while. I got used to his ranting and raving about precision and cleanliness and order. But when the Major was forced to retire at a very early age, well, it all changed. He changed. Nothing I did was ever good enough. I was plum worn out with three babies and a big house to care for, and he never helped a lick with anything. One day he came home from his club and my youngest had spilled his juice all over the kitchen floor. I was just about to clean it up, but the Major didn’t let me. He stormed into the room, saw the mess, and started screaming and hollering so loud I thought my little Jimmy’s diapers were gonna fall off. When I tried to explain about the mess, he smacked me across the face. Knocked me clear across the kitchen with one felled swoop of the back of his hand. I was so stunned I didn’t see the next one coming. He was raving about me being an inadequate wife and mother and that he was going to teach me a lesson I’d never forget. He was right about it, too. I never forgot that first beating. Or all the others he gave me after. I do believe he came to enjoy it when he struck me down. I’d see a gleam in his eyes, kind of like the one I’d seen when he was in the throes of passion, whenever he hit me.”

Wisteria stopped and refreshed herself with a sip of tea.

“Miz Plowright, ma-am. I had no idea,” Cora said.

“Of course not, darlin’. In those days, why, a woman was barely a step above chattel.  Men’s property; bought and sold.”

“What did you do? I mean, did you stay with the Major?”

“For a while. I ran away with the children once, to my mother. But the Major followed me and dragged us all back. The beating I endured that night broke my left arm and two of my ribs.”

“I remember he went around town the next day telling everyone who’d listen that you fell down the front steps because you were rushing off somewhere in a dither,” Molly Kane said.

When Cora gasped, Wisteria patted her hand and said, “You see, Cora. We’ve all lied at one time or another about our bruises.”

“Finish your story, Wisteria,” Mavis commanded.

After taking another sip of tea, she did. “I knew I had to do something about the situation, but what? I couldn’t leave him. He’d shown me how he’d hunt me down and bring me back. Divorce was out of the question in those days. No self-respectin’ woman of the South would ever be seen in divorce court, airing all her dirty personal laundry. I finally figured out I had two options. I could stay and put up with this man I’d grown to fear and hate until he finally succeeded in killing me, or…”

“Or?” Cora prompted.

“Or I could rid myself and the children of him right then and there.”

Cora’s loud intake of air was the one sound in the room. To the question in her eyes,

Wisteria merely inclined her head.

“Yes, my dear. I killed my husband. It was the only way I could survive.”

Intrigued? LOL Preorder here for just #99cents DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES

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#KINDELVELLA event October 5-11; READ FOR FREEEEEE!

Exciting news, kids. If you’ve been on the fence about reading on the new #KINDLEVELLA platform, you can take advantage of this amazing event from Amazon from today until 10.11 and read any story in any genre, up to 100 episodes daily FOR FREEEEEEE!

Ususally only the first 3 episodes of any story are free, but now you can read up to 100 free a day on any story. Looking for some new writers? Check out the genres section on Vella and try a few new ones a day -FOR FREEEE!!!

I do love that word.

I’ve got 3 great stories on the platform that tie in with the HALLOWEEN season – they are all crime dramas, murder mysteries, and thrillers, so take your pick.

Here are the links, so what are you waiting for????

VINDICATION:

Someone is murdering teenage girls in Washington, DC. The FBI’s special division, the SPCD – the Sexual Predators of Children – has been working the case for the past 6 months. When a Senator’s daughter goes missing, the team, led by Tucker Petrie, has to call on retired profiler – and his past partner – Kella O’Brian. Reluctantly, she rejoins the team and they search for a link to the girls who have been abducted, then killed.

DEATH BETWEEN THE PAGES:

A cheating husband. A group of widows. A hospital bed. A priest. What do they all have in common? Death.

THE JANE AUSTEN MURDERS ( A fan favorite for over 35 weeks!)

Homicide Detective Elizabeth Bennett and senior partner Frank Churchill are called to Longbourne College when the body of student Charlotte Lucas is found bludgeoned to death. Charlotte, a scholarship student had a healthy supply of designer clothes, jewelry, and a safe deposit box loaded with cash. Where did she get them? Charlotte had a very antagonistic relationship with her English professor, Dr. Darcy, and he soon becomes the primary suspect. But did he do it?

Happy reading, kids! ( FOR FREEEEEE!)

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#sundaySnippet #kindlevella #crimedrama

For this week’s selection, I decided to show you something new – my Kindle Vella work. This little ditty is from THE JANE AUSTEN MURDERS, rated a fan favorite for over 32 weeks! Check it out and if you like it, subscribe to Kindle Vella on your phone. It’s free and the first 3 chapters of any story are always free to read.

Enjoy….

Lizzy followed her partner into a vacant row and took a seat on the aisle.

            From her vantage point, Darcy’s voice was quite clear as he spoke at the front of the room from behind a podium. Her vision of the professor was restricted, though, due to the height and distance she and Frank were. She could see his hair was dark, his skin light. He wore a nondescript pullover, a sports jacket over that. Trousers, not jeans, covered his legs. He could be tall, she thought. He certainly wasn’t short, with most of his upper body showing above the pulpit.

            “Guy’s got good pipes,” Frank said, “for a teacher. Makes it hard to fall asleep listening to someone like that.”

            Lizzy understood what he meant. The voice was steeped in a calm, controlled timbre that commanded authority. Darcy wasn’t American, and Lizzy was surprised at that. English, born and bred, if she wasn’t mistaking the accent. A small flicker sparked in her stomach as she listened to him deliver his lecture, never once referring to any notes or cards.

            He spoke of love. Tortured, unrequited love, and how it could kill a young woman’s very being through its harsh, unrewarded, and unknown existence. To never know what it feels like to have another’s love returned to you in the same vein, at the same measure. A love so strong-willed it could overtake and outstrip a heart and mind of its very desire to live.

            A love, so pure, so complete, and so wanting, that it caused nothing but heartache for the one who felt it.

            Lizzy blinked a few times. Darcy’s lyrical voice conjured up a daydream where she’d actually seen the picture he was describing.

            A young woman, innocent and heartbroken, felled by unrequited love.

            She spied her own face atop that imagined female form.

            “Jesus!”

            “What?” Frank whispered, turning to her. “What’s wrong?”

            A brisk, full shaking of her head almost cleared the fog. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I spoke out loud.”

            “You okay? You look a little pasty.”

            “Yeah. I think I just need to eat something. I’ll be fine.”

            When his eyes narrowed and he continued to stare at her, Lizzy knew he could see more than she liked. She sat forward and heard the bell ring at the same time.

            “Good,” she said, rising, hoping he didn’t hear the relief in her sigh. “Let’s go.” She was two rows in front of him by the time he moved to join her.           

            The students, all female, were gathering up their things and exiting via the bottom amphitheater door. Lizzy watched several make their way to the front of the room to surround their instructor.  She slowed, knowing it would be a few moments before the throng thinned. The further she got down the steps, the clearer Darcy’s face became.

            She was correct when she took him for tall rather than short. At least six-one, he was a full head above most of the girls swarming around him. On closer inspection, the dark curly hair was flecked with silver at the temples. Unlike Bingley’s, Darcy’s hair was not in need of a trim. Full, perfectly arched brows sat over eyes whose color she had yet to ascertain. His cheeks were etched into two hollows that ended in a square, brick-hard, jaw.

            Lizzy stood on the bottom step, hands in her pockets as she and Frank waited for the professor to be free.

            “Guy’s got a fan club,” Frank whispered.

            “I see that,” she answered, her gaze staying on Darcy, one delicate eyebrow bending upwards in conjunction with the opposite corner of her mouth.

            It was at that moment Darcy looked up and their eyes met over the head of one of his students.

            Blue.

            His eyes were blue. Solid, deep, and intermingled with shards of silvery gray. 

            Darcy’s perusal never left her face as the student before him asked a question.

            Lizzy realized that neither she nor the professor had blinked once since his gaze found hers. The sting of moisture drying within them, blurry the vision, finally made her lids do their job.

            She watched Darcy when her sight cleared and focused again. He shook his head once, blinked a few times, and then turned back towards his student, intent on what was being said to him.

            “Crowd’s thinning,” Frank said, moving by her towards the podium. “Let’s go.”

            Lizzy found her feet a moment later, after first taking a deep breath and rolling her shoulders.

You can see all my Kindle Vella Stories, here: and a word of warning – these stories are not my typical romance, HEA books. They are all murder mysteries/crime drama/suspense stories.

The Jane Austen Murders

Death Between the Pages

VIndication

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#tuesdayteaser from THE JANE AUSTEN MURDERS #kindlevella

Just a little something to whet your KINDLE VELLA reading appetites. From THE JANE AUSTEN MURDERS a fan favorite for over 30 weeks.

“Detectives,” the officer at the apartment door greeted them, touching a finger salute to his cap.

“What ya got?” Frank asked.

While he referred to his notepad, the young officer read, “Vic is Charlotte Lucas, twenty-two, senior at Longbourne College. Discovered this morning by her roommate, Lucy Steele, at approximately seven-thirty.”

“Is the roommate still here?” Frank asked.

“Yes, sir. In her bedroom. The girl’s pretty shook up so I left my partner with her.”

“Anyone else here?” Lizzy asked.

“ME just arrived. CSU’s on the way.”

Frank nodded. “Thanks. Keep the door secure.”

Together, the detectives entered the apartment. Frank crossed his hands behind his back while Lizzy folded hers into her jacket pockets.

The front door opened into a living room that was a wide L shape, an efficiency kitchen forming the bottom part of the letter. Full-length floor-to-ceiling windows spanned one wall, the professional treatments open, letting in the early morning sun. Two sofas were a cocoa-colored leather, a detailed ornamental rug under them. The lamps on the two end tables were crystal, and the paintings on the wall were large and bright. Lizzy’s gaze flicked over one twice. It was a confusion of colors and strokes, all blending together to form an obelisk in the center of the canvas.

Modern art. Weird.

Both rooms were painted a stark, antiseptic white.

“Furniture’s not cheap,” Lizzy said. “My sister Jane would kill just for the couches. Place like this usually doesn’t go for less than three grand a month. Furnishings tell the vic must have money.”

Frank hummed a simple, “mmmm.”

The room had an order to it that bordered on perfection.

“There’s nothing personal in here at all,” Lizzy said, looking around.  “No photos, no mementoes. It’s like a hotel.”

“Check the kitchen,” Frank said.

A quick glance at it and Lizzy saw a juice glass and a bowl in the sink, a drizzle of milk in the bottom of it.

Someone had time to eat.

The coffee maker was empty and spotless. The countertops glistened.

“Wonder if she had a housekeeper?” Lizzy said.

They found the victim’s bedroom at the end of a short hall, the pungent smell of her death guiding them in the right direction. Lizzy blew out a few quick breaths. The acrid and metallic smell of blood always made her queasy and she’d found that clearing her mouth and nose helped abate the nausea. From his squatting position next to the bed, Lizzy could make out the bald head of the county’s medical examiner.

“Detectives,” Dr. Hurst said, never raising his gaze to them. “This one’s messy. Be careful coming around.”

Paying close attention to where she stepped, Lizzy walked around the bed.

“Talk to us,” Frank said.

Hurst impaled the skin on the victim’s abdomen with the spiked end of the liver thermometer, stabbing it through with a purposeful, deliberate shove until it reached its mark. “Basically, her head’s been pulverized. Beaten to death with something long and hard.”

“Like what?” Lizzy asked.

Hurst shook his head. “Can’t tell for sure. I need to get exact measurements. Something like a baseball bat maybe. The splatter on the walls tells me the whole incident took place right here.” He removed the thermometer, a wet, sucking sound following it out on a path from her liver, through the muscles and fascia, to the outer skin.

The noise made the bile Lizzy was trying to keep down jump in her gullet.

She didn’t look at the victim. Couldn’t.  Not first.  The aftereffects of death on the surrounding area were easier for her to deal with than viewing the actual body from the onset.

Easier to deal with the facts, she thought. With the evidence. The victim wasn’t going anywhere.

 Her gaze followed the bloodstream staining the wall and across the curtains and bedspread. Fat, gorged globules of brownish, rusty tinged streaks marred the wall in an inverted triangular pattern, with the higher droplets less dense, thinner, and elongated.

“He was angry,” she said, scrutinizing the splatter from top to bottom and back again.

“Understatement,” Hurst replied, a caustic chortle escaping with it. “Lotta rage here to cause this much damage. Her face looks like oatmeal with ketchup.”

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It’s a #KINDLEVELLA giveaway event @ BOOKTHRONE

FIND NEW & AMAZING STORIES ON KINDLE VELLA this month!
🔥Start Binge-Reading.🔥
🎁BOOKTHRONE and contributing authors are giving away a $250 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky reader. Enter the giveaway for a chance to win.
https://www.bookthrone.com/august-kindle-vella-giveaway

MY Kindle Vella murder/mystery, VINDICATION Is part of this great giveaway.

Someone is murdering teenage girls in Washington, DC. The FBI’s special division, the SPCD – the Sexual Predators of Children – has been working the case for the past 6 months. When a Senator’s daughter goes missing, the team, led by Tucker Petrie, has to call on retired profiler – and his past partner – Kella O’Brian. Reluctantly, she rejoins the team and they search for a link to the girls who have been abducted, then killed.

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#Weekendupdate #kindleVella #booksprouts & #preoders Oh MY!

Don’t ever think your favorite writer is sitting at home in lounging pajamas, drinking champagne and eating decadent chocolate after just having written 250 words in her work in progress.

This is an urban myth of the first order!

Writers are more than writers these days. We are business owners, graphic artists, marketing directors, secretaries, newsletter writers, sales people, accountants, and brainstormers.

Here, just to show you how my past week has been, is what I have worked on every day, all the marketing balls I have in the air right now, and the books I am currently either writing, editing, or formatting.

Marketing:

I have 4, count ’em 4 promos going on simultaneously.

  1. Bookthrone JUNE Kindle VELLA promo
  2. Bookthrone June KINDLE UNLIMITED promo
  3. NN LIGHTS Summertime Books Bookish Event
  4. Booksprout reader and reviewer campaign for CHANCE ( LAST MAN STADNING)

I am writing:

  1. My 2022 Dickens Holiday Romance
  2. Nook 3 in A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: DYLAN
  3. My part in a Ghost anthology
  4. Book 2 in Heaven’s Matchmaker

I am formatting:

  1. My Kindlevella serialization VINDICATION Into print
  2. My Kindlevella serialization THE JANE AUSTEN MURDERS into print
  3. My Dickens Holiday romance – Sasha’s Secret Santa

In addition, I have released this year this following books:

MIX AND MATCH (Heaven’s matchmaker, book 1)

THE SHERIFF & THE PSYCHIC (( Welcome to Renewal, Book 1)

THE HAUNTING OF WILTON JUNE ( Romantic Hauntings, book 2)

ANGLE KISSES & HOLIDAY WISHES ( A Dickens Holiday romance)

Since I don’t have an assistant or a PA or even a Virtual PA, I have to design and make all my graphics for sales, promos, ads.

So the next time you see me, if I seem tired/confused/out of it/thinking…don’t be insulted. I truly have 1,000,000 things on my mind and an equal number of balls in the air!

The life of a writer….le sigh

And ps….I made all of those book graphics!!!!

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A #bookthrone #kindlevella #giveaway #Entertowin

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I’m so excited to tell you about this wonderful new contest from BOOKTHRONE. It’s specifically for Kindle Vella readers ( and you should be one) and 2 of my books are featured. You can read the rules and enter here: KINDLE VELLA BOOKTHRONE CONTEST

We’re giving away a $250 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky Book Throne reader. 

For your chance to win, all you have to do is READ, READ, & READ. Read, Follow the Story, Give Thumbs-Up to Episodes, and Award your Weekly Fave Vote to our stories above. All stories are only available on Kindle Vella. The more you read the better. Our sponsoring authors would love every bit of support from you. 

INCREASE YOUR CHANCE TO WIN by doing one or all of the following;

Read the first 3 episodes of our stories above for free on Kindle Vella

Share the giveaway through the links below.

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Winner will be chosen randomly. 

Entries must be received by midnight July 15th, 2022 GMT.

The Winner will be contacted via email not more than 48hrs after the giveaway has ended.

(Beware of Scammers! Book Throne will never ask you to fill in a form or ask for any payment whatsoever when you win. We  also DO NOT announce winners on Facebook or any social media platforms. Always refer to the giveaway page to check if you’ve won.)

This giveaway is sponsored by the following authors;

Pearl Hunter, Linda Nightingale, R.G. Roberts, Peggy Jaeger, Penelope Wright, Joan Reeves, Carly Claire, Emma Lynn Everly, Eva DeMoan & Book Throne.  

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New, in #kindlevella #childrensstory ACE & THE CAVE MYSTERY

I usually hawk romance books and romance authors on this blog but today I’m doing something different.

There’s a new author on Kindle Vella that I want to help promote. Her name is Pearl Hunter and she writes middle-grade-aged books. Her debut novel/Vella just dropped today on the platform and is titled ACE & THE CAVE MYSTERY. The four protagonists are 11 years old and the setting is mid-1990s America. Here’s the blurb for some context:

In a simpler time before cell phones and social media, a quartet of friends discover the true meaning of friendship. Althea Candice Edwards, Ace to her friends and family, is an inquisitive 11-year-old obsessed with mysteries. With her two besties, Janine and Moo, and their new friend, heiress Roberta Winslow, they discover a hidden cave filled with stolen items. When the local police don’t believe them, they decide to investigate on their own. Will their strong friendship bond keep them safe?

So, it sounds as if it is a mystery/coming of age/friendship bonds book – which I remember loving when I was ak id!

As with all Vella novels, the first 3 chapters/episodes are free to read. I hope you give this new author a look-see. I thoroughly enjoyed reading an arc of her story. I think if you have middle-grade kids, they’ll like it too.

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A BOOKTHRONE Kindle Vella contest; #entertowin #kindlevella

I love a BOOKTHRONE giveaway! This month, my KINDLE VELLA novel THE JANE AUSTEN MURDERS is one of 9 vella books spotlighted for this giveaway. Enter to win a $ 200 Amazon Gift card and along the way you might find some new favorite writers on this new reading platform.

And don’t forget to FOLLOW the JAM so you will be notified when new episodes release – like on Monday, April 18th

Good Luck and here’s the link to enter – scroll all the way day to do so! BOOKTHRONE VELLA EVENT

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