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07 April 2023

Eat, Drink and Drop Dead (A Tiffany Austin Food Blogger Mystery) by Toni LoTempio Virtual Book Tour!

 

About Eat, Drink and Drop Dead

 

Eat, Drink and Drop Dead (A Tiffany Austin Food Blogger Mystery) 

Cozy Mystery 1st in Series 

Setting - Georgia

Severn House; Main edition (April 4, 2023) 

Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 256 pages 

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1448310024

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1448310029 

Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BKLFX3V5

A former chef gets mixed up in murder when she moves back to her Southern home town in the first Tiffany Austin food blogger mystery - a culinary cozy that will make your brain work and your stomach rumble!

Food critic and blogger Tiffany Austin has the best job in the world: she gets to eat for a living. At least, she hopes she has a job. Her trial period at Southern Style magazine is up - and rumors are swirling that management are making a choice between Tiffany and a rival columnist: the ambitious Jenny Lee Plumm.

Former chef Tiffany knows she has a battle on her hands . . . but she didn't realize it was to the death! When her rival's body is discovered after the two have a very public argument, Tiffany finds herself the prime suspect in a murder investigation. The lead detective might be very hot - but Tiffany's definitely not ready to go down for a crime she didn't commit.

Ably assisted by Hilary, her best friend and partner in (non) crime, and bolstered by the unconditional love of her Siamese cat Lily and King Charles Cavalier puppy Cooper, Tiffany plunges into an investigation of her own. After all, she has a degree from the CIA - the Culinary Institute of America - and she's not afraid to use it. But can she find the real killer before she's served up to the cops on a silver platter?

Eat, Drink and Drop Dead is a great pick for fans of delicious culinary cozies by Joanne Fluke, Lucy Burdette, Krista Davis and Jenn McKinlay - if you like smart, savvy female sleuths, twisty mysteries and delicious food, why not give it a try!


 Dale held out his hand, motioned me to sit. “Before you leave, I’d like to run something by you.”

I nodded. “Sure. What?”

He let out a breath. “It’s an idea the Board was tossing around. How would you feel about doing a piece on the blog, maybe once a month, sort of a who’s who around town is frequenting what restaurant, what they think of the food...”

I stared at him. “Turn it into a sort of gossip column you mean? To take the place of the one Jenny Lee did? What’s next? One on what all the top chefs are wearing this year?”

 “Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t have to go that far,” Dale said quickly. I noted his cheeks had flushed a bright pink. “Although you might make mention of any designer duds you happened to notice.”

I bit down hard on my lower lip. “Look, Dale, I’m not a gossip maven, and I’m certainly not the style or fashion Guru Jenny Lee was. If that type of thing is what the board wanted, then they shouldn’t have fired her!” 

Dale’s hand shot out, covered mine. “Hey, hey, calm down. It’s only talk right now. I’m not saying anything’s going to change, but if it were—?”  

I sighed. “Would it matter? I’d do it, of course, but I wouldn’t have to like it.”

 “Please don’t worry about this. It may never happen. I just wanted you to be aware the possibility exists.” He gave my hand a brief squeeze, and then released it. “You know, Tiff, you’ve got a quality Jenny Lee never had-likeability. People like you, and they trust your opinion. If you tell women to wear their bedroom slippers to church service, I’m betting they’d do it.” He couldn’t suppress a grin as he added, “Besides, you’re a much better writer than Jenny Lee could ever hope to be.”

Something in the tone of his voice set off a little warning bell in my head. “Dale, did you mention any of this to Jenny Lee? About rolling certain elements of her column into mine?”

He hesitated, and then nodded. “Yes. She was getting rather loud, protesting that without her there would be no society slash gossip column, so I told her what the board was considering. Don’t worry, I also made sure she knew we hadn’t discussed it with you.”

Jenny Lee’s venomous reaction to me made a little more sense, now. “I’m sure that doesn’t matter,” I said with a large sigh. “If I was on her black list before, I probably head it now.”

“I think I might hold that dubious honor,” Dale said. He coughed lightly and then said, “I won’t take up any more of your time. I imagine you’ve got some notes to go over before the staff meeting?” 

“Yes, sir, boss.” I got up and smoothed down my skirt. As I turned to leave, though, I was struck by another thought. “What did Jenny Lee mean when she said she’d rattle some skeletons if she had to? It almost sounded like a threat.” 

He glanced up from his computer with an enigmatic expression. “I guess it did, didn’t it? Well, I’m not worried about her, and you shouldn’t either.” He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Go on, get out of here. Go call your family. I’ll bet they’re anxious to hear the news.”

He turned back to his computer and I took that as my cue to leave. As I exited, I saw Twyla Fay and Callie Johnson, Dale’s admin, talking in low tones at her desk. They looked up as I passed, and both gave me a thumbs up. Twyla Fay held out her hand, palm up, all five fingers extended which I took as a reminder of her offer for a drink. I smiled and nodded at them and continued on down the hall to my office. Once inside, I shut my door, kicked off my heels and did my version of a ‘happy dance’ – somewhere between a polka and a frug. Then I flopped into my chair, fished my cell phone out of my tote and called my family. The call went straight to voicemail, which wasn’t unusual. My parents were both retired professors and spent a good deal of their time travelling. I left a euphoric message and then hit the speed-dial number for Hilary. When her voicemail clicked on, I said, “Hey! When you get in come right to my office! We’ve got celebrating to do!” I tapped my phone against my chin, debating whom to call next, when I heard a soft tap-tap at my door. I knew it couldn’t be Hilary-she’d just open the door and walk right in. “Come in,” I called. 

The door swung open, and I started as I recognized the figure framed in my doorway. “Chef Longo?” 

Longo smiled at me. “Hello, Tiffany. I heard the news, and just stopped by to offer my congratulations.”

“Thank you.” I motioned to a vacant chair. “Won’t you come in, sit a few minutes?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Chef Longo stepped inside and settled himself in the chair. He smiled, revealing his even white teeth. “I had no doubt you would snag the spot,” he said. “Might I say it’s well deserved?”

“You might. I’m sure there are some who would disagree.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He fiddled with the edge of his navy and white checked tie. “From what I’ve seen, you’re pretty well liked around here. Unfortunately I can’t say the same about Jenny Lee.”

“You’ve heard, then?”

He nodded. “I have to tell you, I was not surprised. From what I was told, this has been a long time coming. The only reason it didn’t happen sooner was because Jeremy Slater always took her side.”

“And now he’s gone,” I said. “I can’t say I’ll miss her, but I thought she wrote a pretty good column. I always looked forward to reading her fashion tip of the week.”

“That’s very generous of you, more than she deserves, I’m sure. Anyway...” He waved his hand in a dismissive circle. “Enough about her. I came by to offer my congratulations, and also to tell you that my appointment to the board has been approved.”

I offered him a wide smile. “That’s great. Congratulations to you as well.”

“Thank you,” he murmured. His eyes twinkled as he added, “One of my first suggestions will be to expand the food section. One thing I’ve learned, everyone loves a good recipe, and most people do fancy themselves amateur chefs.”

“I couldn’t agree more. That’s why those cooking contest shows are so popular,” I said with a vigorous nod. “I do have some great ideas I can’t wait to put into motion.”

“I am sure you do. Trust me, the better woman won.” He glanced at his watch. “I must be getting on. I did mean what I said the other night, though, about us having lunch. Are you free today?”

“No, I’m sorry. Our staff meeting is today and they usually provide lunch for us.”

“Oh. Well, some other time, then.”

“Absolutely.”

Longo left and I leaned back in my chair. Something in his tone when he spoke about Jenny Lee made me think their dinner the other night hadn’t gone as well as Jenny Lee had hoped. Longo had apparently seen it for what it most likely was – an attempt to cultivate his support. I had to admit, though, I was looking forward to Longo’s being on board. Having a pro like him in a position of power would definitely bode well for my blog.

I spent the next half hour writing down notes for ideas for several new articles, one sparked by my talk with Longo. It was for a new monthly feature on my blog called “Recipe of the Month”. I planned to have readers send in their recipes in a variety of categories, and I’d sample and choose the best one to be featured. Corny? Maybe, but I was certain it would bring a lot of foodies out of the woodwork—and over to Southern Style.

I saw it was quarter to eleven. I rose and picked up my trusty notebook. I didn’t want to be late for my first official staff meeting. I stepped out into the hallway but instead of turning right and heading for the conference room, something made me glance in the opposite direction, over toward the bank of elevators. I sucked in a breath at what I saw.

Longo and Jenny Lee, standing in front of the elevators, and they seemed to be engaged in a very heated conversation. Without giving it a second thought, I turned and started walking toward them. They were both so engrossed in what they were saying, neither one of them looked over. I stopped about ten feet away. There was no one else around, and their voices had grown louder, so I could make out pretty much what they were saying.

“You are just upset because your little trick did not work on me,” said Longo. “In the future, I’d thank you not to poke your nose where it doesn’t belong, as you did with Slater. If you ask me, the man’s lucky to be out from under your thumb.”

“Careful Fred,” Jenny Lee said with a sneer. “Poking my nose into people’s business is what I do best.” And I always get what I’m after. Always.”

“If I were you, I’d be very careful. Very,” growled Longo. “Because if you interfere, I will have no choice but to retaliate.” Then he turned on his heel and stalked toward the door marked STAIRS. 

Jenny Lee watched him go, her face twisted into what I could only describe as an evil expression. In that moment, she reminded me of every Disney villain I’d ever seen in my life. Quizzing her about that photo could wait, I decided. Maybe forever. Jenny Lee jabbed at the elevator button. The doors opened, and she stepped inside. I turned to go, and once again something made me look over my shoulder.

As the elevator doors closed, I saw Jenny Lee staring straight at me. If looks could kill, I’d be pushing up daisies right now.

While Toni Lotempio does not commit – or solve – murders in real life, she has no trouble doing it on paper. Her lifelong love of mysteries began early on when she was introduced to her first Nancy Drew mystery at age 10 – The Secret in the Old Attic. She and her cat pen the Nick and Nora mystery series originally from Berkley Prime Crime and now with Beyond the Page Publishing. They also write the Cat Rescue series from Crooked Lane and the Pet Shop series, originally published by Midnight Ink and rebranded last year as “Urban Tails Pet Shop Mysteries.” Book six in the Nick and Nora mysteries, A PURR BEFORE DYING, is released this February from Beyond the Page. There is also a new series, Tiffany Austin Food Blogger, coming out in April.

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Book Title: Close Your Eyes: A Fairy Tale

Author: Chris Tomasini

Publication Date: December 16th, 2021

Publisher: Independently published / Self published

Page Length: 258 pages

Genre: Historical Fiction



Set in early 1400s Europe, Close Your Eyes is a sincere, yet light-hearted and lustful, ode to love. As Samuel, the court jester, struggles to describe why his friends, Agnieszka the cook, and Tycho the story-teller, fled the King of Gora's service, he learns that love was the beating heart behind everything that happened in the castle. 


He learns as well that more ghosts than he knew of walked the midnight halls, and that the spirit of Jeanne d'Arc haunted his friend, and once slid into bed with Tycho, daring him to leave - to take to the cold roads of Europe, where he had once wandered orphaned and alone, and find his destiny there.


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Tycho's Journal

March 1431


After my story last night, Agnieszka and I walked together through the castle, through the dark, echoing stone passages, and eventually found ourselves in the dining hall.


It was black and empty, and for several moments we simply stood near the entrance, listening to our whispers scurry off into the murky emptiness. I took Agnieszka's hand and guided her through the maze of invisible tables towards one of the fireplaces. I set her down in a chair, ran back to the hallway and brought a torch flaming before me into the room. With much effort I built a fire, fueling it with wood until it was high and warm, and Agnieszka and I sat in chairs before the fire, a great darkness above and around us, warm furs clutched tightly about our shoulders.


We spoke lazily, allowing lulls to exist in our conversation - long lulls when we sat listening to the crackling of the flames, content with silence, perhaps even comforted by it.


I asked her to explain how she felt for her husband.


The question turned her face to mine. "I love him, Tycho.”


"But love, Agnieszka, this word, I want to know what you mean by it."


Her beautiful eyes, harbouring a reflection of the fire, turned from me. In her silence I realized that she was struggling, for the first time, to put a true meaning to this word. I closed my eyes, enjoyed the glow and warmth of the fire upon my face, leant back into the embrace of the night.


"He makes me happy."


"I make you happy, as does cooking, and you would not use this word for us.”


"I would," she replied. "I love cooking, and I love you, in a way."


"It is not the same." 


"No," she said, gazing into the flames. "No. It is a different manner of love." She told me how, after all these months, she could still feel the touch of his hand, could close her eyes and count, from memory, the number of wrinkles upon his forehead when he frowned. She spoke of the strength and warmth of his arms, how she could endure anything if she knew he was awaiting her, and how this separation, caused by Pawel's money, had caused a gnawing ache within her, affecting her so deeply at times that she merely wished to lay curled in bed, too weak to stand.


So, when Agnieszka says "I love my husband," this is what she means.


After a long silence, Agnes turned the conversation to me. I deflected her a few times, a game I like to play with her - she asks questions and I reply with non sequiturs which enrage her, but finally, and in exasperation, she said "You've never been in love, have you?"


It was no secret; in fact, I may even have told her as much before. I paused for a long while, staring at the fire, and then let slip an idea I’d long kept to myself, fearing to speak it, as though utterance would make it true. "My heart," I whispered, "seems not designed for love."


She was staring at me. "Tycho, I love you. I have told you as much."


The firelight was shining upon her face, in her eyes, across her long brown hair. I dropped my eyes from hers to look again into the fire, burning bravely in the vast darkness of the dining hall. "It is not the kind of love which can save me. Not the kind of love that will save me from the storm."


She didn't reply, my words stilling her, and after sitting long and silently by the fire, I guided Agnes to her room.


I feel strongly for Agnieszka, and perhaps it is love that I feel, but I long thought that the emotion which inspired Petrarch and Dante to write all those words for Laura and Beatrice, and which allowed Abelard to endure castration for Eloise, would be much different, and somehow allied to sex.


I wish Petrarch's spirit would visit me in my cold room. I would like to ask him what he would do - knowing that Agnieszka loves a man she is being kept from, what would you do? Is love so beautiful and precious a thing that you would sacrifice your life to it, though the love be not your own?


I wish you could tell me Petrarch. I do not know or feel love. I believe in love, and not only because of you and Dante and Abelard, but also because I can see it in Agnieszka. When she thinks of her husband something shines through her. She becomes distant, and strong, and weak. The emotions she holds for Michal could protect her against the coldest night, but somehow she also seems vulnerable, as though she would die if anything happened to her husband.


That, I presume, is love.


I believe in love.


I don't understand love.


Agnieszka is my friend.


I’m happy in Gora. I have a family here,  and the thought  of  returning to the life I knew as a child - nights under open skies, praying in the early morning hours for sleep to return, even the sleep of death, so that I'll no longer feel the cold, terrifies me.


But this love, Agnieszka's manner of love, seems to be a very rare thing.



Chris Tomasini lives in Ontario, Canada. He has studied creative writing via Humber College's "Correspondence Program in Creative Writing", and through the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies. 


In the 1990s Chris taught English as a Second Language and had stops in England, Poland, and Japan.


Since 2000, Chris has worked in bookstores, publishing, and in libraries.


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Book Title:  The Connection Game: A Novel by S.S Turner
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+) ,  272 pages
GenreLiterary Fiction
PublisherThe Story Plant
Release date:   Feb 2023
Content RatingPG: There’s some violence and a small bit of profanity.

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As the new wife of stoic knight Benedictus Monceaux, innocent Adela finds herself in a whole new world... Their union is one of convenience and power, but her feelings for the warrior unsettle and excite her. Hiding an inner strength, Adela knows she can be a strong ally to her husband but first she must walk a fine line between duty and desire, both in court and in the bedchamber. 

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Title:  Out in the Surf

Series: Out in College, Book 10

Author: Lane Hayes

Narrator: Michael Dean

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Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 4 hrs and 8 mins

Genre: Romance, Contemporary MM Romance, Sports Romance, Bisexual, College Romance

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The hockey player, the surfer, and a lesson neither can forget…

Luca-

I love the beach, and I’m a good athlete. Learning how to surf should be a breeze, right?

Wrong.

In a twist, hockey is nothing like surfing. That’s okay—I just need a diversion to round out my new life in So Cal while I figure out what comes next. As long as I keep my head above water, this could be fun.

Bonus…my instructor is hot.

Cal-

Teaching newbies to surf is easy money. Usually. My newest student is a wild card who seems to think his jock status should make him a natural at everything he tries, and I can see why. Luca is…special. He’s dynamic, energetic, and fun. It’s hard not to like him. But I like him a little too much.

This could be trouble.

Out in the Surf is a low-angst MM romance, bisexual-awakening story. When the teacher becomes the student, it may be time to come out in the surf.

I held out my hand, smirking when he stared at it suspiciously.

“Thanks.”

He pressed his palm against mine, shook my hand, and released it. No big deal, right?

Wrong.

My fingers tingled and my heart rate soared to the stratosphere. I played it cool, though. I hooked my thumbs in my belt loops, casually glanced up at the street sign before asking, “So…when do you want to schedule your next lesson?”

Luca barked a laugh. “I’m not doing that again. That was single-handedly the most traumatic thing that’s happened to me since I moved to Cali. A clear sign I should stay closer to shore and away from surfboards.”

“No, no, no. You’ve got that wrong,” I cajoled. “It’s like I tried to tell you…you’ve got to get back on that horse. Or surfboard. Don’t let fear win.”

“I’m not afraid of surfing. It’s more a matter of returning to the scene of the crime.”

“What crime?”

“The kissing crime!” He threw his hands in the air and paced a few feet away.

I pursed my lips to keep my smile in check when he came to a stop in front of me. “Are you going to do it again?”

Luca shrugged. “I didn’t intend to do it the first time around. But what if I accidentally stick my tongue down your throat? Don’t look at me like that. It could happen.”

“I’m willing to take a chance.” I chuckled. “How about Monday?”

He screwed his features into wide-eyed disbelief. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I can’t. School started last week and I can’t be late…yet.”

“Wise choice.” I stepped away from the crosswalk to lean against the building’s façade. “Okay, if you have any open mornings, we’ll make it work. Otherwise, I’ll make time for you on the weekend. Early.”

Luca furrowed his brow. “If I hypothetically agreed, what is ‘early’ to you?”

“Seven a.m.”

“Fuck that.” He snorted with a laugh. “I need my beauty sleep.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to assure him that he didn’t, but that was a strange sentiment coming from another guy. Wasn’t it?

“Early bird gets the worm and all that,” I singsonged.

“Hmph. I’ll think about it…someday.”

“Sounds fair. Gimme your phone number.” I handed over my cell and let him add his contact info. “I’m free tomorrow morning…just sayin’.”

I was teasing. I was more interested in coaxing an incredulous reaction than anything. And Luca didn’t disappoint. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head in mock consternation.

“You’re nuts. Certifiable. I wouldn’t want to hang out with hungover me if I were you.”

“I’ve seen you barf. Does it get worse?”

He opened his mouth and closed it. “Wow, I really was a mess that day.”

“You weren’t that bad,” I chided playfully.

“Liar,” Luca scoffed. “All right. Call me or text me. We’ll have a redo and next time, I promise not to kiss you.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” I replied, unthinking.

We both froze.

I wasn’t sure who was more surprised. My jaw unhinged while he cocked his head and really looked at me for the first time that night, his eyes roaming my face as if searching for clues.

“So kissing might be okay,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes.

I felt his gaze like a physical touch. It had never occurred to me to wonder how another man saw me, but I had to admit, the flash of naked desire in his expression did something for me.

This was a new one. Luca was gay, or maybe bi. Either way, he was plainly interested in me…and I didn’t hate it. In fact, my jeans hugged my crotch a little too tightly, which meant my body appreciated his interest and maybe shared it. And that was pretty…gay.

Was I okay with that?
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Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, 2018-2019, 2020-2021 Rainbow Awards. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.

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