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03 April 2023

Fan Mail by Joseph Lewis Blog Tour!

 


Fan Mail

Fan Mail is a multi-layered coming-of-age story about a family of adopted brothers, embedded in a gripping thriller that will keep the reader guessing who is behind the letters and the car bomb, and fearing one or more of the boys may die before the culprit is found.

A barrage of threatening letters, a car bomb, and a heart attack rip apart what was once a close-knit family of adopted brothers. Randy and Bobby, along with fellow band member and best friend, Danny, receive fan mail that turns menacing. They ignore it, but to their detriment. The sender turns up the heat. Violence upends their world. It rocks the relationship between the boys and ripples through their family, nearly killing their dad. As these boys turn on each other, adopted brother Brian flashes back to that event in Arizona where he nearly lost his life saving his brothers. The scars on his face and arms healed, but not his heart. Would he once again have to put himself in harm's way to save them? And if faced with that choice, will he?

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When I wrote this Fan Mail, like any author, I had a story idea and I wrote it. It wasn’t until after it was completed, with all the edits finished, did I realize just how much each chapter or paragraph or sentence impacted the whole and led to the climax.

Like many adolescents, Brian takes things personally and to heart. He is quick to assume his fault and role in what goes wrong, but will stand back and allow others to get the glory when things go right. He is one of the quietest of the brothers, and like his brothers, carries baggage some small, some large, mostly ugly- with him. It weighs heavy on his heart and soul.

In this scene, Brian drives his brothers to the hospital. They don’t know the condition of their father, other than he had what seemed to be a heart attack. Each of the boys in the vehicle feel they played a role in the heart attack, none more so than Brian. In order to get them to the hospital safely, they were escorted by Detective Pat O’Connor, who more than anyone, grew up much like Brian did, and he sees himself as a role model and mentor to the boys, especially Brian.

It had been uncomfortably quiet on the ride to the hospital. Brian held onto Billy’s forearm for most of the trip, unless he turned or changed lanes. Billy stared out the side window, as did George and Michael. There was little traffic, so Brian had no trouble following O’Connor. They arrived at the large hospital complex, and Brian pulled to the curb and dropped the three boys off, saying, “I’ll go park the truck.” “Do you want us to wait for you?” George asked. Brian shook his head and said, “No, go inside and find the others. I’ll catch up to you.” George hesitated. He glanced at Billy and Two, who had crossed the road to the hospital emergency room, and then back at Brian. “I’ll be okay, George,” Brian said. He tried to wear a smile, but it slipped off as quickly as it appeared. George reached through the window, grasped Brian’s arm and said, “This is not your fault."

Brian sighed and said, “You better catch up to Billy. I don’t want him by himself.” Reluctantly, George turned and followed his two brothers. O’Connor stood outside the front door of the hospital, watching the scene at the truck. George glanced back, watching Brian pull away and drive the short distance to the parking lot. “Is he okay?” George shook his head, but made no other comment. He entered the hospital, leaving O’Connor to wait for Brian. Brian parked his truck in the visitor lot and sat quietly with his hands in his lap. There was no one else in the parking area, and that was okay with him. His sat with his chin on his chest and his forehead on the steering wheel. 

As hard as he fought it, tears dribbled down his cheeks and along the side of his nose. He pushed his glasses up to wipe them away. Despite what George had said, Brian knew he was at least partially to blame for his father’s heart attack, or whatever it was. A part of him wanted to leave. Just drive off and head anywhere. There was a rap on the window. Brian didn’t look up because he knew who it was. He dried his eyes with his hands, and his hands on his jeans. He readjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He got out and locked his truck by pushing the button on the key fob. “Are you okay?” Brian didn’t look at O’Connor. He nodded and tried to walk past him.

O’Connor took him by the shoulders and wrapped him in a hug. Brian broke down again and wept against O’Connor’s chest. Pat let him for a minute and then took him by the shoulders so they could look at each other eye to eye. “We don’t know anything yet.” Brian nodded. “I know you’re worried about your father, but there is something else bouncing around your head, isn’t there?” Brian said nothing. O’Connor said, “You’ve held it together this long. You’ll need to hold it together a little longer. You’ve got to be tough for your brothers and your mom.” Brian nodded again. “Can you do that?” Brian nodded. Then O’Connor smiled and said, “You’re a tough young man, Bri.” “I don’t feel tough.” O’Connor hugged him and said, “Tough guys never feel tough. They just are.” 

Like most kids, Brian doesn’t see his own toughness, but it is readily apparent to anyone who has any dealings with him. Because Brian is much like O’Connor, the detective recognizes Brian’s toughness because he sees that quality in himself. This toughness plays out in several ways in Fan Mail, in some small ways, and some in large and dramatic ways. And I guarantee it will bring tears to your eyes!


After having been in education for forty-six years as a teacher, coach, counselor and administrator, Joseph Lewis has semi-retired and now works part-time as an online learning facilitator. He uses his psychology and counseling background to craft thriller/crime/detective mysteries, and has taken creative writing and screen writing courses at UCLA and USC. 

Lewis has published eight books, all available on Amazon and each to excellent reviews: Taking Lives (May 2021) the prequel to the Lives Trilogy; Stolen Lives (May 2021) Book One of the Lives Trilogy is a BestThrillers 1st Place Award Winner for Crime Fiction, and a Literary Titan Gold Book Award Winner; Shattered Lives (May 2021) Book Two of the Trilogy; and Splintered Lives (May 2021) Book Three of the Trilogy (May 2021); Caught in a Web (April 2018), which was a PenCraft Literary Award Winner for Crime Fiction and named “One of the Best Crime Fiction Thrillers of 2018!” by Best Thrillers; Spiral Into Darkness (January 2019), which was named a Recommended Read by Author’s Favorites; Betrayed November 2020 is a Top Shelf Award 1st Place Fiction-Mystery; Top Shelf Award Runner-Up Fiction-Crime; PenCraft Award 1st Place Winner, Maxy Award Runner-Up for Mystery-Suspense, a Literary Titan Silver Book Award Winner, and a Reader’s Favorite 5 Star Rating Winner; Blaze In, Blaze Out January 2022 has already won a Literary Titan Gold Book Award, A Reader’s Favorite Recommended Read, and was an Editor’s Pick by BestThrillers.com . Lewis has another thriller-crime-mystery, Fan Mail hitting the market March 30, 2023.

Born and raised in Wisconsin, Lewis has been happily married to his wife, Kim. Together they have three wonderful children: Wil (deceased July 2014), Hannah, and Emily. He and his wife now reside in Virginia.

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02 April 2023

Darren, Andrew and Mrs Hall by R J Gould Blog Tour!

 



Darren, Andrew and Mrs Hall

A tale of two husbands, two wives, and the woman in between.
It is a June day and the rain is lashing down as Emma and Andrew move into the house of their dreams in an affluent London suburb. Two doors away, dejected Darren and Kelly are downsizing into their new home.
It doesn’t take long for the women to hit it off despite being opposites in many ways. Meanwhile Andrew, a teacher and poet, and Darren, an alarm systems installer, are at loggerheads from the word go. 
When Emma and Kelly decide to take breaks away together – to a spa, a countryside retreat, the Scottish Highlands – their men feel abandoned. Their animosity grows and the loyalty to their wives is tested when Mrs Hall moves in as their in-between neighbour. But who exactly is this woman and what game is she playing? 
The wives return from a stay in Scotland to discover that a lot has changed. Will their marriages be robust enough to survive?




R J Gould writes contemporary fiction about relationships using a mix of wry humour and pathos to describe the tragi-comic life journeys of his protagonists. Darren, Andrew and Mrs Hall is his eighth novel and follows The Engagement Party, Jack and Jill Went Downhill, Mid-life follies, The bench by Cromer beach, Nothing Man, Dream Café and Then and now. He has been published by Headline Accent and Lume Books and also self-publishes. Before becoming a full-time author he worked in the education and charity sectors. In addition to his addiction to telling stories, he has somewhat milder addictions to playing tennis, watching film noir cinema, completing Wordle and eating dried mango slices. He is a member of Cambridge Writers and the Romantic Novelists’ Association UK and lives in Cambridge, England.






How to Be Your Own Best Editor By Kelli A. Wilkins!

 



How to Be Your Own Best Editor

By Kelli A. Wilkins

www.KelliWilkins.com

This blog is part of a series offering fun and practical advice to fiction writers. The blogs are based on the material in my non-fiction guide to writing, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction. Whether you write horror, romance, sci-fi, or mysteries, I hope you find the hints helpful.

What is one thing that will set you apart as a professional writer and help you outshine the amateurs? Believe it or not, it’s not the subject of your story, your witty proposal, or even if you’ve been published before—it’s your presentation.


How you present yourself and your writing to editors, agents, and readers speaks volumes about you. People will stop reading if they find misspelled words, missing words, and repeated words. These avoidable errors will flag your writing as unprofessional and sloppy. And it might get your story rejected.


So, how do you make sure your work is ready to go? Be your own best editor! Here are a few tips:


* Always start your story with an interesting hook to capture the reader’s (or editor’s) attention. Begin either 5 minutes before, during, or 5 minutes after “the big moment” that gives the character a problem and draws the reader into the character’s world. Keep the action going in the first few paragraphs. 


Don’t waste the first page describing the weather or how a character got dressed in the morning. Jump into the story and take your readers with you. When you hook an editor, you stand a good chance of staying out of the slush pile.


* Read your story out loud and proofread every word on each page. This forces you to slow down and you will notice missing words. If you stumble over a sentence or a phrase, it probably needs to be edited. Stop reading and fix it. Then read the paragraph or sentence again to make sure it sounds right and keep going.

Reading aloud also lets you hear how the piece sounds, and you’ll pick up on words or phrases you overuse. As a rule of thumb, a word or a phrase shouldn’t be repeated more than five times in a novel, and even less in a short story. Use a thesaurus to give you suggestions on similar words and replace them. (For example, “scream” can become: shout, yell, yelp, squeal, cry, etc.) Also do a search for similarly-spelled words and check that you’re not accidentally using the wrong word. Some to look out for include: they’re, there, their; four, for, fore; to, two, too; here, hear; you’re, your… 


* Before submitting your story, get the publication’s submission guidelines from their website and follow them. Every publication is different, and you need to tailor your submission to their requirements, or face automatic rejection. 


When you have the guidelines, read them carefully and ask yourself if your story is a good fit for the publication. If the guidelines specifically say “no vampire stories” and your main character has fangs and drinks blood, try somewhere else. If the guidelines state the publication is only accepting stories under 2,000 words and yours is 6,000, try again. Submitting a story where it doesn’t fit, only to have it rejected, wastes your time and may sour the editor on further submissions from you.


I hope you enjoyed these writing tips and find them useful. If you’re interested in learning more about the writing process, check out my non-fiction writing guide, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction. The book is designed for writers who need a boost of motivation and simple instructions on how to get started. It’s packed with writing tips, advice, and fun exercises.


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Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 20+ romance novels, 7 non-fiction books, and 5 horror ebooks. Her romances span many genres and settings, and she likes to scare readers with her horror stories. 

Her latest novel, In Another World, was published in early 2022. This contemporary mystery/romance is set in the world of the paranormal.


She released two horror shorts, More Than I Bargained For and Silent Sentinel in 2021. 


Like to write? Check out Journaling Every Week: 52 Topics to Get You Writing. This fun and innovative guide to journaling is filled with hundreds of thought-provoking prompts designed to get you writing about your feelings and emotions. 


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01 April 2023

Flirt Like a Fool by @ellen__brooks Release Blitz! @IndiePenPR @indie_pen_pr #NowLive

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I'm determined to enjoy myself during what was supposed to be my honeymoon, crashing alone at my brother’s best friend’s houseboat. But I’m not alone–he’s here, and he’s tan, toned, and tempting as hell. Readers who enjoy the Man of the Month Club collection will devour Flirt Like a Fool by Ellen Brooks, a steamy, small town, brother’s best friend, beach romance.

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I don't need a change of pace; I need a change of life, but for now I'll settle for a week of surf, sand, and fun in the sun, along with my new mantra—flirt like a fool.

I'm determined to enjoy myself during what was supposed to be my honeymoon even though, thanks to a cheating ex-fiancé, I won't be a newlywed lounging at a five-star resort in the Caribbean, but rather crashing solo at my brother's best friend's houseboat in the Florida Keys while he's away.

It might be a Christmas themed small town, but it's still the beach, right? As long as there's a fruity frozen cocktail with my name on it, I'll be fine, really.

Until I arrive and discover my brother's best friend isn't away after all. He's right here and is toned, tan, and tempting as hell. But, he's off limits... even if his houseboat only has one bed.

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With one towel wrapped turban-style around my wet hair and another around my body, I emerge from the bathroom, belting out the chorus and dart to grab my clothes from the dryer down the hall, not expecting to slam directly into AJ’s broad frame.

Startled, I slip, and my wet feet slide out from underneath me. I flail one arm out and try to grab the doorjamb but go down, landing unceremoniously on my ass with a loud, “Oomph.”

My other hand keeps a deathlike grip on the towel, which fortunately, has prevented it from falling off completely. As it is, the slit gapes wide, and my entire thigh and half of my ass are on display. I squeeze my legs closed and hope he’s tall enough that, from his angle, my position doesn’t reveal any more than that.

AJ springs forward and reaches down to help me to my feet. With one warm hand on each of my shoulders, he holds me steady. His eyes, wide with concern, meet mine. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I insist, aware of how my breathless answer sounds completely unconvincing, and add a firm nod.

Our bodies are mere inches apart. Close enough the towel brushes him. I secure it tighter around my naked body. The fall jarred the one wrapped around my head, and it’s about to slide off, so I reach up and pull it down, shaking out my hair. The wet strands fall past my shoulders. I don’t even want to think about how I look right now, not that my thoughts are anywhere close to coherent at the moment. Not with this sexy man so close his body warmth is raising my temperature—fast.

Then I register his appearance. If someone told me an athletic apparel company was doing a photoshoot on Candy Cane Key and AJ was the model, I wouldn’t doubt it. His face is flushed, eyes bright with energy, and the light stubble across his cheeks and jaw beg for my touch.

A sheen of perspiration glows on his skin, and sweat darkens his light blue shirt. He opens his mouth as if he is going to speak but then snaps it closed without uttering a word. He shakes his head. Not a vigorous movement. In fact, it’s barely noticeable. Likely, I would have missed it if he wasn't so close. And staring directly at me.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and his gaze falls to my mouth. His eyes narrow, and it might be my imagination, but he leans in, and I tilt my head up.

He’s going to kiss me. I feel it in my bones. But the boat rocks on a wave and interrupts the moment. As if coming to his senses, he releases my shoulders and steps back. Cool air rushed to fill the gap, and I shiver.

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Ellen Brooks believes in love at first sight, eating cake for breakfast, and staying up way too late.
She's a classically trained pastry chef who now spends her days whipping up sexy and satisfying modern day love stories.
When she’s not dreaming up her next characters, or plotting a happily ever after, you’ll find her absorbed in a book, relaxing into shavasana, or downing a caffè americano. Oh, and belting out the lyrics to Hamilton.
Ellen lives in the desert southwest where she still *occasionally bakes a batch of cookies for her real-life hero and two girls.
*code for not often enough, if you ask them

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Series: Randy Cox, Book One

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Release Date: 03/28/2023

Heat Level: 2 - Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Female/Female

Length: 94400

Genre: Contemporary Thriller, contemporary, crime/thriller, lesbian, trans, over 40, warehouse, industrial accident, police, conspiracy, death

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“Rowdy” Randy Cox, a woman staring down the barrel of retirement, is a curmudgeonly blue-collar butch lesbian, who has been single for twenty years and is trying to date again.

At the end of a long, exhausting shift, Randy finds her supervisor, Bryant, pinned and near death at the warehouse where they work. Upon the news of his death, she battles to find a balance between the joys of an exciting new relationship and the struggles of processing her supervisor’s unexpected passing.

The manner of her supervisor’s death leaves Randy unsettled and suspicious as she gets sucked into both a criminal investigation led by the police and an administrative investigation conducted by her employer.

As Randy seeks the truth, trust erodes, key friendships are strengthened, and more loss awaits her.

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The first rainstorm of the season had drawn me out of my house. Local radio news had said something about a bomb cyclone and an atmospheric river. Either way, the whole area was getting hammered in a way I hadn’t seen in over a decade.

I’d had the wise idea to go out and watch the storm rage instead of sitting on the couch at home waiting for the power to go out. Rain pounded the roof of my truck with a constant rat-a-tat-tat. Massive drops splattered on the roiling surface of Marshtown Strait, and runoff flowed down the boat launch in sheets. Dusk turned to darkness under thick clouds, casting everything in shades of gray.

A lanky great egret tried to take flight from the shoreline, its wings spread wide, but the gusting wind swooped it up and blew it toward the frenzied tides. I leaned back in my driver’s seat, its padding and springs worn down to the point where the seat had a hollow that hugged me, and watched a tattered American flag savagely whip about, the halyard’s counterweight clanging.

Through sideways rain, the shadowy form of a person scrabbled up from the rocks below Archer Point. Sitting forward, I turned on the windshield wipers to get a better look. Sure enough, a tall figure made it up to solid ground and loped along the walking path. The person wore a hooded rain slicker, a familiar orange backpack, and clutched two fishing rods in their hand. They made their way down to the boat launch, passing briefly under an overhead streetlight, before fading to a silhouette at the end of the dock. I wasn’t certain but thought it might be my friend Darcy.

The person, seemingly unbothered by the rain and wind, baited their hook and cast the line out into the void. I settled back into my warm seat and gazed out across the water, spotting the tiny headlight of a train flashing at the base of the hills. My mind wandered around thoughts of a time years ago when I had been caught out on a motorcycle trip during similar conditions.

Looking back at the dock to check on the person who was fishing, all I saw was their orange backpack in a limp pile on the dock.

“Frick,” I grumbled and slapped a faded ballcap on my head.

I pulled the keys out of the ignition and pushed open the door of my truck. The wind ripped it from my fingertips. Hopping out, I fought the wind and slammed the door, then tucked my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie and made my way down the slippery boat launch, eyes squinted against the weather.

At the end of the dock, I leaned over the railing and saw someone sitting in waist-deep water, rubbing their elbow.

“Hey! You all right down there?” I hollered.

They stood up, the water barely up to their knees, and felt around in the murk. Eventually, they came up with a fishing pole. I waited, the deluge soaking through my sweatshirt and jeans, running down the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades.

Rather than trying to climb up the slick wooden pilings, they walked around to the boat ramp and up the pavement. I grabbed their bag and spare pole and jogged back the way I had come. We met up under the streetlight and they took their pole graciously and shrugged into their backpack.

“That you, Darcy?” I asked, wiping water out of my eyes.

At the sound of her name, Darcy raised her eyes and looked at me. “Well, hey, Randy, what’re you doing out in this weather?”

Not wanting to talk about myself, I dodged her question. “I was wondering the same about you. What happened? Are you hurt?”

Darcy heaved a sigh. “My line got caught and I leaned over the railing to try and free it. My shoe slipped and over the side I went. Stupid move. I know better.”

“Dang. The water is so shallow with the tide out right now. You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck.”

She nodded, rubbing at her elbow again.

A train horn echoed. Across the water another headlight cut through the sooty darkness along the tracks. A huge gust of wind nearly blew us both over, sharp rain pelting my cheeks.

“You need a ride?”

She stopped, considering. The back of her jacket hood shifted with a nod. “Yes.”

“Come on, then.”

I strode to my truck and unlocked the passenger side with a good old-fashioned key. I didn’t have one of those cars with automatic locks or a key fob. The door flung open when the wind caught it, and she maneuvered her rods into the cab while I got in on the driver’s side.

Slamming my door, I was grateful to be out of the wind and weather. I fired up the engine and cranked the heater. I cupped my hands in front of one of the dashboard vents for a minute, then took my hat off, turning in my seat.

“Long time, no see, Darce.”

“I suppose it has been a while. Thanks for the ride. Sorry I’m crapping up your seats with low tide sludge.”

She did smell awful. The silt and muck on the bottom of the strait was full of slimy nastiness, and some was still stuck to her rain pants and shoes.

“No problem. You know I’ve had to clean worse off my interior before.”

We both chuckled, remembering other adventures that had stunk up my truck.

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Liz is a recovering workaholic who has mastered multi-tasking, including balancing a day job, solo parenting, writing, and finding some semblance of a social life. In past lives she has been a soldier, a bartender, a shoe salesperson, an assistant museum curator, and even a driving instructor. Liz lives in the East Bay Area of California, and enjoys exploring nature with her son.

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The Last Wife by J.A.Baker Blog Tour!

 


The Last Wife

Welcome to Winters End...

Winters End should have been the perfect place for me and my husband Neil to start again. To leave the terrible secrets and guilt of our past far behind us.

But from the moment we arrived in the small, isolated community, it becomes clear to me that we are not welcome here. That someone wants us to leave…

I’m certain that everyone knows our secrets – knows who we really are. But how can that be?

Perhaps it’s my mind playing tricks on me. Just like before.

I know Neil thinks I'm paranoid. My thoughts spiralling. Again.

If only I had someone else to talk to. Another woman to confide in.

And that’s when I realise something far more terrifying.

I am the only wife at Winters End…and I could be the last…

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J. A. Baker is a successful psychological thriller writer of numerous books, previously published by Bloodhound. Born and brought up in Middlesbrough, she still lives in the North East, which inspires the settings for her books. Her first title for Boldwood will be published in December 2022.

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31 March 2023

Bells & Bombshells by Trixie Silvertale Book Blast!

 


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Trixie Silvertale will be awarding a $75 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other hosts on the tour.


A pattern of murder. A threadbare case. Can our psychic sleuth pick out the guilty before time spools out?

Mitzy Moon is finally tying the knot. And she’s loving the whole town’s excitement for their upcoming big day. But when their tailor is found buttons up behind a jazz lounge, the almost-newlyweds will have to hem in a murderer before their dreams rip apart at the seams.

Knowing they’ll get no help from the new sheriff in town, the couple embarks on a tightly woven undercover assignment. But Mitzy fails to heed ominous warnings from her mentor, Ghost-ma, and her entitled feline. When another body drops, she could be the next target erased by the mounting powers in the darkness…

Can Mitzy and Erick unravel the twisted clues, or will their wedding be eclipsed by a funeral?

Bells and Bombshells is the first book in a hilarious new paranormal cozy mystery series, Harper and Moon Investigations. If you like snarky heroines, supernatural intrigue, and a dash of romance, then you’ll love Trixie Silvertale’s wedded whodunit.

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“Once you wake up, head over to the station for a going away party. I wouldn’t want you to miss it.” A wonderful text from my fiancé, Sheriff Harper.

A thrill of excitement rockets up my spine. A going away party? Dear Lord baby Jesus, it can’t be true. Is my arch-nemesis and resident bully, Deputy Paulsen, finally leaving the force? I never thought I’d see this day. Now I have two amazing things to celebrate this week!

I place my dishes in the bus bin behind the counter, wave to my grandfather, and practically run out of the diner.

When I burst into the station, I’m not surprised to find the front desk abandoned. The deputy I’ve nicknamed Furious Monkeys is usually in residence, deep into said video game by this time of the morning. However, it seems the entire force has shown up to celebrate the end of Deputy Paulsen’s reign.

I glance around the overflowing bullpen, and several familiar faces toss smiles my way. All the local deputies, of course, but there are also a number of deputies from the nearby town of Broken Rock. Including the sharpshooter, Boomer. He’s helped out on a few previous cases. Not surprising he’d be here. However, the presence of two of the FBI agents that assisted Erick and me in nabbing an interstate train robbery gang seems highly out of place.

Sheriff Harper was the one who worked with them and —

It’s at that precise moment I see the makeshift sign flapping in the breeze near the overhead heater vent. The handmade signage reads:

“You’ll be missed, Sheriff Harper!”

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USA TODAY Bestselling author Trixie Silvertale grew up reading an endless supply of Lilian Jackson Braun, Hardy Boys, and Nancy Drew novels. She loves the amateur sleuths in cozy mysteries and obsesses about all things paranormal. Those two passions unite in her Harper and Moon Investigations series, and she's thrilled to write them and share them with you.

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The Beautiful Misfits by Susan Reinhardt Book Blast!

 


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Eighty-four seconds can change your life. Or destroy it. Josie Nickels is an Emmy-winning news anchor, poised to rise through the ranks of television journalism. On a bitter March evening on live TV, the pressures and secrets burbling behind the closed doors of her ridiculous Victorian mansion explode and the overwhelmed journalist spills family secrets like a Baptist at altar call. The aftermath costs her much more than a career. It robs her of a beloved son—a preppy, educated millennial trapped in the deadly world of addiction. Desperate for a new start and a way to save her son, Josie packs up her pride, her young daughter, and accepts a new job slinging cosmetics at a department store make-up counter with other disgraced celebs. In the gorgeous mountains of Asheville N.C., known for hippies, healings, and Subarus, Josie is faced with a choice for her son: Take a chance on a bold, out-of-the-ordinary treatment plan for her son or lose him forever. This heart-wrenching and, at times, hilarious novel, will delight fans of book-club women’s fiction and inspire and give hope to those with addicted sons and daughters.

She’d felt the bump of her lower abs, firm with life as she stood from the vanity and twirled in the fitted, beautifully cut gown, its swishy A-line skirt floating beneath her waist. In the mirror, the iridescent beads shimmered against the sun drifting through her bedroom window.

Her parents’ fifteen-room Beaux Arts mansion spoke Southern elegance at its uppity best. As she admired the gown, she heard staccato raps at the door. Without invitation, her mother burst into her pink-and-cream bedroom with its billowing canopy bed that made Josie feel protected. “You look beautiful,” she said, scanning her in her entirety. Josie waited for the “but.” “Turn around and let me see you from the side.”

Katherine looked striking—and intimidating—in her ruby mother-of-the-bride gown, its ruched waist showing off her incredible figure and a front slit opening to reveal a long, tanned leg. “The dress is deliciously posh. However…” she said, hands on Josie’s shoulders as she angled her in the light. She rubbed her forehead. “I’m having second thoughts about you wearing white. Anyhow, too late now, isn’t it?”

Josie inhaled sharply, refusing to let her mother ruin this day. “Can’t you wear a support garment? Around your middle?”

“I’m four months pregnant, Mother. It’s not exactly a secret.”

“Secret or not. We’re not the bloody sort to display our premarital lust at the altar.”

Josie flushed but said nothing. Her mother’s barbs and put-on British jargon would not get to her today. She had nothing to hide. It was 1994, for heaven’s sake, and not puritanical times when young women like her had been shuttled away to stay with “beloved relatives.”




Susan Reinhardt grew up in LaGrange, GA. and Spartanburg, S.C.where most girls twirled batons, entered beauty pageants, and became debutantes.

Bucking the norm, Susan spent her free time water skiing almost every day, fishing, and pining for a ragamuffin boy who was always up to no good.

Earlier in her college years, she pursued nursing, but most of her patients were terminal and her mastery and frequency of giving enemas had her questioning this line of work, though she adores nurses and often wishes she’d have stuck with the field.

She recently took a part-time job caring for adults with disabilities and loves the work, figuring it would at least make up for past misdeeds and get her a better shot at the Pearly Gates.

Writing has always been her first love. And she became good enough at it to earn many dozens of awards, including three Best of Gannetts for her feature stories and columns. Along with a bunch of other junk that really doesn't matter in the end.

What matters to Reinhardt is making people laugh. And think. And love others.

She is married to her second and final husband, country and genius lawyer Donny Laws who is bald but has a ponytail and loves to ride a bike. She has two adult kids, three steps, and a granddaughter.

She’s been on national TV, has modeled for one glossy magazine, and was the subject of a British documentary on aging and body image. She hopes that the documentary is lost and never resurfaces.

She once had a radio show called Susan Uncensored; a sold-out one-woman show called “From Hilarity to Insanity and Back.”

She no longer water skis but performs fairly decent front and backflips from a diving board and half-ass rides a unicycle and twirls a baton simultaneously.

Her hobbies include a vintage camper obsession and she’s owned three. Recently she’s settled on her 1968 Scotsman, which she hopes to paint pink and teal with polka-dots and haul on book tours.

She has two rescue cats who vehemently hate each other.

In her next life, she’d like to be a figure skater.




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