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New Book release from Louise Stevens!!!

I have always hosted my friend Louise Stevens on any release day of a new book she has and I am tickled pink today is another of those release days! AN APPLE A SLAY releases TODAY!!!! It’s a SECOND ACTS COZY MYSTERY and a story that will keep you guessing until the end! It just arrived on my Kindle and I am ready to dive it! This cover is EVERYTHING!! I love it so much.

BLURB:

Autumn in tiny Maple Hills brings leaf-peepers, apples galore, and… murder? I’m Amanda Seldon, and I never imagined when I returned to my Connecticut hometown to pursue my dream of being an author that sleuthing would be my side hustle.

But I just found my second body in four months. My childhood crush turned current boyfriend is a prime suspect, and because the state police took over the case, even his police chief brother can’t help him. The victim was unpopular in town, and plenty of people had motives to knock him off, but the police are laser-focused on Dylan. If I don’t step up, I’m afraid the real murderer will get off scot-free.

Looks like Fluffy my attack shih tzu and I are on the case again. But now the killer is after us. Can we solve the crime before Dylan goes to jail for a murder he didn’t commit?

EXCERPT:

I opened the door to the outbuilding that housed the Maple Hills Orchard offices. Knowing Fluffy’s second favorite person in the world after me—fine, the only other person in the world she liked—was inside, she trotted ahead of me like a little big shot.

“Dylan! I have the best news­­––”

I stopped in my tracks when I saw he was in a meeting with someone. And not just any someone, a willowy blonde who resembled a Scandinavian supermodel dressed like a businesswoman for a photo shoot.

“Amanda, come in.” Gratitude flashed in Dylan’s hazel eyes. It was just for a second, and then he got his polite face back in place.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No problem, we were just wrapping up,” Dylan said.

“Dylan is being polite; we still have some business to conduct.” A brief pause before the word ‘business’ and the teasing tilt of her red lips was just enough to hint it was monkey business they were conducting. But I knew Dylan well enough to know this woman was no threat to me.

“Amanda, do you remember Mallory Davisson from high school? Mallory, this is Amanda Seldon.”

Memories of interactions with Mallory flooded my mind, and let me just say none of them were pleasant. She’d been the quintessential mean girl when we were kids, and she seemed to save a lot of her premium nastiness for my friends and me. At the time, I didn’t understand, but with an adult appreciation of the situation, I realized she was probably insecure and felt the need to go after the weakest members of the pack. Jeremy, Cara, and me.

Maybe I matured with age, but the sweeping look of condescension she gave my outfit was vintage Mallory. “Don’t you look, um, sweet.”

My clothes were perfect for working all afternoon in old apple barn with no central heating. I wore jeans with a pink, fuzzy alpaca sweater, and shearling boots. Not the height of fashion, but it was functional and I knew I looked cute. Although when I looked at her black pencil skirt and fitted white silk blouse, not to mention the mile-high pumps with their tell-tale red sole, a little flutter of unease in my belly made me wish I was dressed in some of my LA clothes.

I squared my shoulders and decided to be the better person. “And you look fantastic, Mallory.”

She leaned back in her chair, and I could see the white all around her ice-blue eyes. Huh. Seemed like the mean girl didn’t know how to react to kindness in response to her backhanded compliments. Good to know.

Her eyes narrowed. “I see you never managed to leave Maple Hills. I live in Manhattan now.”

Dylan took a breath to intervene, but I sent a glance his way to let him know I had this, and his shoulders relaxed.

“I lived in Brooklyn, when I worked in Manhattan. So much more cutting-edge, you know? But I’ve spent the last ten years in Los Angeles. I just recently moved back to Maple Hills.”

            A sudden cough told me Dylan had just smothered a chuckle, and I flashed a smile his way. “And I’m very happy to be here.”

            “Of course you are, bless your heart.”

            Oh no she didn’t. Did Mallory just bless-your-heart me? It was on.

            She continued before I could speak. “I believe your two friends still live here too. What did everyone call you? The Three Stooges?”

            I didn’t enjoy conflict, and my heart thudded in my chest, but I pasted on a smile. “Oh no, it’s the Three Musketeers, but I understand the literary allusion is above some people’s heads.”

            Mallory sat up straight, and the movement diverted Fluffy’s attention from her beloved Dylan, at whose feet she sat. My fierce little defender sensed a threat and growled in a manner worthy of a rottweiler and then charged at Mallory, barking wildly. Her tail was down, a sure sign she was seriously displeased.

            Mallory curled up in her seat, as best she could in her tight skirt. “Call off your mutt.”

            “Fluffy, it’s okay, sweetie. She can’t hurt me,” I crooned to Fluffy, but still held on tight to her leash. Sometimes there was no soothing her when she got in a state.

            Dylan squatted, held out his hand, palm side up, and spoke in a calm, quiet voice, “Come here, Fluffy.”

            It was enough to divert her, and the barking stopped as she glanced over her shoulder to Dylan. Her tail was still down though, so it could go either way.

            “Good girl. Come here.” He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together and smiled at Fluffy.

            Her tail slowly lifted over her back, and with one last look of disdain at Mallory, she turned and pranced to Dylan, who scooped her up in his arms. His glance at Mallory was cold. “Fluffy is not a mutt. Not that there’s anything wrong with mutts.”

            Since I still held her leash, when Dylan picked her up, I had to move closer to his side.

            “It’s almost time for my shift at the orchard store, and while I’d love to stay and catch up with Mallory…” I paused briefly here, waiting for lightning to strike me. “I was wondering if I could get the key to your house, so I can leave Fluffy there while I work.”

            “Sure, but why can’t she stay at home?” He handed the dog to me, and dug in his pockets for his key chain.

            “Mom is vacuuming, and it whips Fluffy into a frenzy.”

            A slow smile oozed across Mallory’s face like an oil slick. “You live at home with your parents? How precious.”

            I ignored her and turned my gaze to Dylan. “Which brings me to my good news. I just made an offer on a lakeside condo. Fingers crossed!”

            His smile warmed me down to my toes. If only he could smile at me that way the whole time I was working in the chilly barn, I wouldn’t need to wear these boots.

            “Great news. You can tell me all about it at dinner tonight.” Dylan leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Mallory cleared her throat in a pointed manner, and he reluctantly pulled away from me. “I just need to see Mallory off, and then I’ll check on Fluffy before I come over to the apple barn to see you.”

“See me off? We’re not done with our meeting.” Mallory frowned.

“Oh, yes we are,” Dylan said in a firm tone, which left no room for discussion.

I snatched the key and dashed for the door, still holding Fluffy in my arms. She took the opportunity to growl one more time at Mallory, who flinched.

The woman had tormented me from the time we started school until high school graduation, and I wish I could be a better person, but the way our reunion had gone today, my only thought was karma was sweet.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Louise Stevens is the author of the Port Sunset Mysteries, and the Second Act Cozy Mystery series. A lover of mysteries since her discovery of Nancy Drew many years ago, she is thrilled to be writing cozy mysteries now. She lives in Maryland with her husband, who also loves a good mystery, in a house packed with books.

Louise Stevens is the pen name of contemporary romance author Donna Simonetta.

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#tuesdaytease 6.11.24

Okay, this one is going way out of my comfort zone because I haven’t even gotten past chapter 3 yet, but since everyone liked RETRIBUTION, I’m doing another 2 FBI books. One isn’t a Tucker/Kella/et al book and one is. The teaser today is from the one that isn’t and it’s (tentatively titled) Children of the Prophet. It’s about a cult, 25 years after a catastrophic event occurs – think Branch Davidians.

Here’s the (tentative) cover:

I’m still structuring the book, but here’s a little of the opening. Premise – mom comes home from work and finds nanny and daughter missing…

“Hey, I’m home and I’ve got chow. Where are you, two?”

There were two glasses on the kitchen counter, small chunks of not-yet-melted ice in the bottoms. The rest of the kitchen was spotless, a testament to MaryElena’s mild cleaning OCD.

Blythe moved from the kitchen to the hallway.

“Joy? MaryElena?”

Her voice echoed through the house.

The afternoon sun was low now, the living room still lit well from the sun filtering through the glass patio doors. They were closed and a quick peek through the glass into the fenced-in backyard showed it empty, the swing set still, the patio furniture in place and unused.

“Where the heck are you two?”

Mild irritation laced her voice.

Methodically, Blythe moved about the house. First, to her nanny’s tiny bedroom off the kitchen, which smelled faintly of roses from the air freshener sitting on top of the small dresser. The bed was made, as always, the hospital corners crisp and tight, the room neat, without a speck of dust.  

Then, on to the den.

Empty. The television was cold when Blythe touched it.

Up the stairs to the second floor. Joy’s bedroom to the right of the staircase was its usual chaos of strewn outfits she’d tried on for the day flung across her bed, her required summer reading books on the floor next to it, and a few dresser drawers partly opened. Her daughter’s habit of pulling clothing items from her closet and drawers and never putting anything back in place was a growing concern to a mother who liked everything Marie Kondo tidy.

The bathrooms next, then to her own bedroom, and the small home office she’d fashioned for herself. All appeared as she’d left them that morning.

“This is ridiculous,” she murmured to the empty rooms. Annoyance pushed the mild irritation to the sidelines. “You could have at least left me a note.”

She tugged her phone from her pocket and pressed her Nanny’s speed dial number again.

Somewhere in the house, the ringtone MaryElena had assigned to her employer pinged, soft and faint.

“What the—”

Blythe followed the sound. Down the stairs to the first level. Through the hallway.

It was louder in the kitchen, but still muffled.

It’s coming from the basement.

A growing sense of unease pushed the previous pique away.

Blythe slowly pulled open the basement door only to have the noise stop abruptly. With a shaky finger, she pressed the speed dial again. Within seconds, the tone started, the sound jingling up the stairs. Blythe reached out a hand and flicked the light switch on the wall to illuminate the darkened room below her.

Cautiously, she took each step down the wooden staircase, gripping the handrail with fingers now visibly trembling. The basement was the one area in the house she’d yet to refinish, promising herself at least twice a year she’d call a contractor and a painter to make the area which ran the length of the house a space where Joy could bring her friends to play and hang out. A finished basement always added to the resale value of a house, too, something Blythe kept in the back of her mind.

Step by step, she slowly descended the wooden stairs, one hand clinging to her phone, the other, the rail. The stairs were as old as the house and needed to be redone along with the basement. They creaked and groaned with each move Blythe took from one to the next. There was no way she could be silent as she descended. At the bottom rung, the ring tone cut out again, but not before Blythe ascertained it was coming from the laundry room off to the left of the staircase.

“MaryElena? Joy? You guys down here?”

Silence surrounded her.

“If this is some kind of prank, I’m not amused.”

Willing her feet to move, Blythe cautiously crept towards the laundry room, holding her cell phone out in front of her as if it were a weapon.

“I swear, Joy Charity Engersol, I will ground you until you’re fifty if something jumps out at me.”

Placing one hand on the doorjamb separating the laundry area from the basement proper, Blythe angled her body behind the wall and peeked into the tiny room. Nothing, as she’d feared, flew out at her.

But an odor she was intimately familiar with, did. The metallic, copper-filled stench of fresh blood hit her hard and hot. A swell of nausea pushed at her throat.  At the same time she understood what it was, she saw the cause.

“Oh, sweet Jesus.”

Blythe bent to the fallen form of her nanny. The young girl was on her back, her arms flung out at her sides, her right leg bent at a critical angle. Her neck was sliced from ear to ear, blood from the wound a crimson-colored wave. That told the doctor in Blythe whatever had attacked her had done so very recently. Vacant, brown eyes, the irises beginning to glaze over, stared up at Blythe. MaryEllena’s cell phone was gripped between her fingers.

Even instinctively knowing the girl was dead, Blythe’s training forced her to check for a heartbeat. She pushed two fingers to the girl’s outstretched wrist, waited, and felt nothing.

Blythe bolted upright. Her gaze darted around the small space searching for her daughter.

“Joy?” This time she allowed her voice to scream the name, over and over as she ran around the width of the basement, throwing open the doors to storage closets nestled into two of the faux walls. When they proved empty, she catapulted back up the stairs at a breakneck speed.

“Joy?” The power behind her shriek made the chandelier in the dining room tremble.

Heart banging against her chest Blythe punched in the emergency code on her phone as she continued to move through the rooms, searching, silently praying to find her daughter.

Back in the kitchen, the county dispatcher answered. Blythe dragged in a deep breath and willed herself to calm down.

“Courtney, it’s Blythe Engersol.”

“Hey, Doc. You got an emergency?”

“I need…help. I just got home.” Her fingers started tingling and the fringes of her vision began to blur.

Breathe. In…out.

“My…my Nanny’s been killed. And my daughter’s missing. I can’t find her. Courtney, I can’t find Joy. Please. Please send help. Please.”

The rest of her vision turned hazy, the tingling in her hands shooting up her arms, her grip of the phone beginning to grow slack. It took every ounce of strength she had to hold on to it. With her free hand, she reached out and bolstered herself against the marble countertop.

“Stay with me, Doc. I’m calling the Chief and the deputies now. Are you in the house?”

“Ye…yes. I’m here.”

“Are you alone?”

“I think … I’m not…sure.”

“Listen, Doc. Leave. Go outside and wait for the Chief. Sit on the curb or something, but don’t stay in the house. I’m gonna stay on the line with you, okay? Go. Now. Right now. Go outside and wait.”

“Leave? I…can’t. Joy…Joy’s not… she needs me. She—”

Her vision tunneled, and all she could see was the countertop in front of her.

Oh, please don’t let me faint.

 “I’m…”

“Doc? Doc?”

The light winked out as if she’d extinguished a candle. The last thought Blythe had as she slid to the tiled kitchen floor, the phone bouncing from her hand across the hard surface, was that she needed to find her daughter.

And so it begins….

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#mondaymusings 5.6.2024

A Netgalley arc of BAD LIAR by TAMI HOAG

Small-town labels are hard to shake. Hometown hero. Fallen angel. Can anyone ever escape their past?
 
A murder victim dumped at the dead end of a lonely country road, face and hands obliterated by a shotgun blast, is not the way sheriff’s detective Nick Fourcade wants to start his week. His only lead takes him to the family of a hometown hero suddenly gone missing. Marc Mercier left his home for a weekend hunting trip and hasn’t been seen since.

Meanwhile, sheriff’s detective Annie Broussard begins her first day back on the job after suffering a brutal attack by taking on the case of B’Lynn Fontenot, a mother desperate to find her grown son, a recovering drug addict. Robbie Fontenot has been missing for eight days, but the local police have no interest in the case, telling B’Lynn that an adult has the right to disappear, and a missing addict is no big surprise. But B’Lynn swears her son was turning his life around. Sympathetic to a mother’s anguish, Annie agrees to help B’Lynn, knowing she’s about to start a turf war with the city police.

As Annie searches for Robbie Fontenot and Nick investigates the disappearance of Marc Mercier, it quickly becomes apparent that nothing is as it seems in the lives of either man. And it’s still not clear whether either—or neither—of them might be the unidentified murder victim. Old jealousies and fresh deceits, family loyalties gone wrong and love turned sour all lay a twisting trail that leads deep into the Louisiana swamp, endangering all who cross the path of a bad liar.

Now…what are you reading?? Share, because I’m always looking for new author and book recommendations. ~ Peg

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#goodreads giveaway announcement

Hey kids- popping in here on a Saturday to let you know that I’m running a Goodreads Giveaway from today until March 1st. for copies of my soon-to-be-released suspense/thriller RETRIBUTION.

6 teenage girls have been kidnapped, brutalized, and murdered in the Washington DC area and the FBI’s SPCD Unit – the Sexual Predators of Children Profilers – are nowhere close to finding the monster responsible.   How are the victims chosen? How does the killer find them, contact them, lure them into his sick web? Questions the team has no answers for.

When a high-ranking US Senator’s daughter is the next victim, SPCD team leader, Tucker Petrie, is forced to call upon retired profiler — and his last partner — Kella O’Brien for help. Kella’s been out of the game for 10 years, but her expertise and insights into a serial killer’s mind are unparalleled. If anyone can discover who this madman is, it’s Kella.

But as the team rushes to prevent another young girl’s death, clues the killer leaves behind have Kella wondering if his endgame is all about…her.

You can enter the giveaway portal here, GIVEAWAY, for a chance to win.

I’d really appreciate it if you could add the book to your WANT TO READ list, too. Here’s where you’ll find that button if you’re not familiar with it:

The book releases on 4.23.2024 and the giveaway ends March 1. Good luck and even if you don’t win a copy, I hope you will preorder it. Early reviews and opinions of the story have been amazing and I’ll be sharing them soon.

Be well, and thanks, kids. ~ Peg

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The Slay’s the Thing…a new #cozymystery by famed author Louise Stevens

My good friend and excellent writer, Louise Stevens, has just released her 10th book! And it’s another 5 star read for me. This cozy mystery is the start of a new series for Louise, SECOND ACT COZY MYSTERIES, and I can guarantee the series is a winner!! Here’s a little about the book from Louise:

The second act of Amanda Seldon’s life is about to begin. She’s leaving behind her corporate career behind and moving back to her small New England hometown to pursue her dream of being an author.

In a play, the second act is where all the exciting stuff happens, but Amanda doesn’t expect life in Maple Hills to be murder. Literally.

But when murders happen, Amanda is quick to get her sleuth on, along with her two childhood best friends, her fun-loving aunt, and her neurotic rescue dog. What could go wrong? They’ve all read a lot of mystery novels, and Fluffy is an attack shih tzu.

If you love small-town cozy mysteries with quirky characters, an adorable dog, humor, and heart, then the Second Act Cozy Mysteries series is for you!

Peggy here – doesn’t that sound fabulous? Trust me, it is!!

I’m Amanda Seldon and I knew it would be a change to leave my soul-sucking corporate career and move back to my sleepy hometown to pursue my dream of being an author. But I never suspected it would literally be murder.

Working part-time at a summer stock theater is perfect to earn some cash. Until someone gets killed and the police chief suspects me. The cherry on top is the chief’s brother is my childhood crush, and I don’t want to be wearing an orange jumpsuit when we meet again. I set out to find the murderer with my two best friends, fun-loving aunt, and my anxious rescue dog. No problem, right? We’ve all read plenty of mysteries, and Fluffy is an attack shih tzu.

It’s the second act of my life, and in a play that’s when the exciting stuff happens. Exciting is fine, but will I be a free woman when the curtain goes down?

I hustled Fluffy into the theater and rushed down the aisle toward the stage. The dim emergency lighting, which was left on all the time when the theater was in operation, was the only illumination. Once we reached the stage, Fluffy trotted up the steps before me, and I followed along.

            On the stage, my dog made a beeline for the very spot I wanted to avoid. The one where we had found the body. Who knew Fluffy was such a little ghoul?

            “Not that way, Fluff. We need to get to the stage door on the other side of the stage.” I tugged gently on her leash, but she continued to sniff the wooden floorboards.

            While I debated how I could juggle everything else I carried to try to pick her up like a furry football and make a break for the stage door, she finally stopped sniffing and lifted her head.

            “That’s a good girl, Fluff, let’s go home.” I turned and walked toward the other side of the stage, but stopped short when the leash pulled taut and wouldn’t let me go any further.

            I looked back at my dog, only to find her staring fixedly up into the rafters over my head. She growled low in her throat. My gaze nervously flicked in the direction she was peering, and I caught a glimpse of a shadow up above.

            Someone was in the rafters.

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Louise Stevens is the author of the Port Sunset Mysteries series. A lover of mysteries since her discovery of Nancy Drew many years ago, she is thrilled to be writing cozy mysteries now. She lives in Maryland with her husband, who also loves a good mystery, in a house packed with books.

Louise Stevens is the pen name of contemporary romance author Donna Simonetta

Add THE SLAY’S THE THING to GOODREADS want to read list here: Goodreads

I was sososo lucky to receive and ARC of this fun book, and you can read my review here: REVIEW

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