An Act of Murder, by Debut Author Mary Angela: A Small-Town Professor Turns Sleuth

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An Act of Murder ($14.95, 236 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-375-4) is the first cozy mystery by debut author Mary Angela in a series featuring English professor Emmeline Prather. After one of her students is found dead in an apparent accident, Professor Prather is convinced he was murdered and seeks out his killer within the confines of their close-knit college community.

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“Debut author Angela introduces a charming amateur sleuth, fun and well read. She so lovingly describes the town of Copper Bluff that readers can feel the breeze and smell the autumn leaves. Cozy enthusiasts who like Joanne Dobson and Sarah R. Shaber will dive into this new series.”

—Viccy Kemp, Library Journal, Sept. 1, 2016

Four Stars: “The most unexpected solution proves to be the right one in this cozy debut by Angela. Set in Copper Bluff, S.D., this novel portrays small-town college life to a tee. Her suspects are varied, but apparent motives are slim as she teases the reader. Em is a force all her own and bodes well for this new series.”

—Donna M. Brown, RT Magazine

“In this deftly-executed, literate, and literary novel—the first in the Professor Prather mystery series—author Mary Angela introduces us to her delightfully quirky, fiercely intelligent, and immensely likable protagonist, English professor Emmeline Prather, along with an eclectic roster of colorful characters populating the small college town of Copper Bluff, South Dakota. With the help of her charmingly laid-back colleague, Professor Lenny Jenkins, Emmeline applies her keen and rigorous eye for comma splices and split infinitives to a series of clues in the troubling death of her student, Austin Oliver—taking us on a madcap and rivetingly engaging series of plot twists as Emmeline discovers that not only does she have a knack for literature, she also has a knack for solving murders.”

—Lee Ann Roripaugh, South Dakota State Poet Laureate

“An Act of Murder offers a loving description of a quiet, rural campus set amidst natural beauty, gentle, satiric gibes at faculty members who richly deserve it, and the puzzling death of a student. Professor Emmeline Prather is an unlikely detective: young and attractive, a chocoholic and a bit of a klutz, she tries to maintain a relatively low profile. But when she suspects her student has been murdered, she becomes a veritable bulldog, fiercely determined to uncover the perpetrator. Mary Angela’s debut novel maintains the suspense until the last few pages and creates a delightful new character for a series that is certain to entertain. I look forward to accompanying Professor Prather on her next adventure.”

—Susan Wolfe, Professor Emerita of English

“The idea that I would distinctly remember characters that make one brief appearance speaks to Angela’s ability to bring the people of An Act of Murder to life. Angela does a fabulous job of creating a college campus that feels so real. The descriptions of buildings, students, off-campus spots are just so perfect…they’ll take every college graduate back to their days on campus…. This is a fun book and ideal for autumn reading.”  Read more….

—Jodi Webb, Building Bookshelves Blog

“Mary Angela has begun her new mystery series with a home run. An Act of Murder is a cozy tale with a fun and well-read heroine, English professor Emmeline Prather. Set in a college town, the swiftly paced plot takes readers through several twists and turns. Professor Prather collects a handful of clues as she pieces together the motive, means, and opportunity to solve a puzzling murder. Her colleague and sidekick Lenny Jenkins is a charming character who may become a love interest in future installments. I look forward to adding Angela’s future books to my list of must-read murder mysteries.”

—Colleen J. Shogan, author of the Washington Whodunit mysteries

“There were so many times I could almost feel the chill of the wind or picture the breeze in the trees against the brick of the old buildings and I love when authors can create that setting for their reader. Author Mary Angela does this beautifully and with the mystery element added to this quaint little town I found myself enjoying every part of this story. Quill says: A wonderful first mystery novel that has me wanting to read more.”

—Kristi Benedict for Feathered Quill Book Reviews

In the sleepy college town of Copper Bluff, South Dakota, English professor Emmeline Prather is enjoying the start of a new semester. But when one of her students dies working on the fall musical, it disrupts life on the small, quiet campus. Although the police rule the death accidental, Prof. Prather has good reason to suspect foul play.

Unmasking the murderer proves much more challenging than finding dangling participles, so Em recruits fellow English professor Lenny Jenkins for assistance. Together, they comb the campus and vicinity for clues, risking their reputations and possibly their jobs. After an intruder breaks into Em’s house, Lenny advises caution—and perhaps a change of address. Em, on the other hand, is all the more determined to forge ahead, convinced they’re on the brink of an important breakthrough.

Says the author, “When I attended college, I was intrigued by the idea that a separate world, very different from my own, could exist within the borders of a small community. The campus was a gentle place, surrounded by blue sky and farmland, but a serious one, full of ambitious, intelligent people. The contrast was striking to me at the time, and years later, it would become the inspiration for the setting in An Act of Murder.”

Mary Angela teaches English for the University of South Dakota and enjoys reading, traveling, and spending time with her family. She lives in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, with her husband and two young daughters. An avid mystery fan, Mary is a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. For more information, click here.

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I tugged on the door, only to discover that it was locked, a rarity, and rummaged through my jacket pockets for the keys. My satchel came off my shoulder and the keys fell to the ground with a clang. I knelt down and was fumbling for them in the dark when I overheard voices. Abruptly, I froze. I was in an awkward position; it appeared that I had knelt down beside the car to eavesdrop. I couldn’t stand up now. Instead, I studied my shoe and pretended to tie it, despite the fact that it was a high heel with no laces.

I could not see the individuals—they were on the other side of the car—but the voices were male and female, and the two seemed to be quarrelling. Her voice was quiet but insistent. His was easier to hear only because it was deeper.

“I don’t want to wait. Why can’t you tell him now?” he asked.

They had to be students—impetuous souls. I felt somewhat relieved knowing that if I were detected, it would not be by seasoned faculty members. I had done enough tonight to create a burgeoning divide between my new colleague and me.

“I said I can’t,” she insisted. “He’s not ready.”

He was agitated; I could tell by the pacing of his footsteps. “You promised you’d tell him before classes start.”

Was I overhearing a lover’s spat? If so, it was a bit scant on the love. I detected nothing but bitterness between these two individuals.

“Look,” he said, “if you’re not going to tell him, I will.”

This declaration was met with absolute silence, and I didn’t dare take a breath.

“No, you won’t,” she finally said, growling out each word.

“Oh yeah? And who’s going to stop me? You?” He laughed, but I could tell he was nervous.

“Yeah, me. I could make your life a living hell, and you know it.”

I was so shaken by the turn of the conversation, I fumbled my keys, and the pair became quiet. I debated whether or not to stand up and confront them. My teacherly instinct said something was amiss, but I worried my actions would be unwelcome—especially for the boy. I knew how sensitive male students at this age could be about their egos.

“Come on,” she said, her voice turning softer, “let’s go.”

“No,” he said. “Forget it.”

First I heard heavy footsteps leave the parking lot, growing softer, then silent as they reached the grass. Moments later, lighter footsteps started off in another direction.

A sick feeling settled in the bottom of my stomach as I quietly unlocked my car. I slid into the seat and shut the door. What had just happened? I replayed the brief conversation in my head several times, each version growing more sinister. I surveyed the parking lot, but there was no one in sight. I turned the key, and the engine rumbled to a start. I quickly drove the one block to my house, the sick feeling never leaving my stomach.

A Black Sail, by Rich Zahradnik: A Corpse Surfaces as Boats Fill the Harbor for NYC’s Bicentennial

A_Black_SailA Black Sail ($15.95, 264 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-211-5), by Rich Zahradnik, is book three of a mystery/thriller series featuring newsman Coleridge Taylor and set on the mean streets of Manhattan and surrounding boroughs in the ’70s. While covering Operation Sail in 1976, Taylor witnesses a heroin-laden corpse being fished out of the New York Harbor and concludes the woman was a pawn in a drug war.

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Starred Review: “Taylor, while out to get the story and get back to the crime beat, is complex and has a good heart. Verdict: Fans of the late Barbara D’Amato and Bruce DeSilva will relish this gritty and powerful crime novel.”  Read more….

—Library Journal

“The pace is of necessity quick and varied, Rich Zahradnick’s characters are well established and interesting, and the plot is intense and convoluted. There is a wonderful retro dime novel flavor to the protagonist and the telling which really suits the New York City setting. And Zahradnick’s knowledge and use of the huge variety of watercraft is smoothly researched and presented. Gritty, tough, and well done—this one’s a treat.”  Read more….

Diana Borse for Reviewing the Evidence, September 2016

4 Stars: “Coleridge Taylor is a character fans can firmly stand behind. His dogged pursuit of the truth and commitment to helping others while exposing his foibles is what makes him so sympathetic and complex. Zahradnik ratchets up the action in this novel, which quickens the pace and keeps readers engaged…. a truly enjoyable read.”  Read more….

—Keitha Hart for RT Reviews

Book 1, Last Words, won Honorable Mention in the mystery category of ForeWord Reviews’ 2014 Book of the Year Contest, was a Bronze Medal Winner in the mystery/thriller eBook division of the 2015 IPPY Awards, and a finalist in the mystery division of the 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. RT Book Reviews gave it 4 stars: “Hours of engrossing entertainment…. A thoroughly satisfying read.”

Book 2, Drop Dead Punk, was a finalist in ForeWord Reviews’ 2015 Book of the Year Contest, a Gold Medal winner in the mystery/thriller Ebook division of the 2016 IPPY Awards, and a finalist in the mystery division of the 2016 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. ForeWord Reviews called it “fast-paced, deeply entertaining and engrossing.”

“A terrific mystery with just the right amount of drama and intrigue to carry the reader along…. As a journalist, I could really relate to Taylor and his desire to write a really great story…. Samantha also helps Taylor in the investigation, and I liked her character very much. She is a good counter-point to Taylor’s idealism, as well as bringing her skills as a police officer to his efforts to find out who is bringing China White into the country.”  Read more….

—Maryann Writes Blog, It’s Not All Gravy

“Taylor is a very likeable protagonist, with all his faults and hang-ups, and I was happy to see that Samantha Callahan as well as Mason the dog, were back to soften up Taylor’s gruff exterior…. If you love a good murder mystery, check out this series—I promise you’ll be hooked in no time flat.”  Read more….

—Ellen Feld for Feathered Quill Book Reviews

“A beautifully written crime story; absorbing, fast-paced, and laced with literary gems that will make the overall reading experience fun and enjoyable for fans of mystery and murder.”  Read more….

—Divine Zape for Readers’ Favorite Reviews

“I like that Taylor is a reporter with a heart…He wants justice for a woman whose body he personally witnesses getting pulled out of the harbor, and he’s determined not to rest until he does. Even if it costs him his job, his sanity, even his life. Because that’s the kind of reporter he is, and it’s why you’ll enjoy reading about him.”  Read more….

—The Character Connection

“Rich Zahradnik weaves a tale that truly engrosses the reader. We get caught up in the mystery, diving further into the story to find out more about what’s happening. His easy and quite pleasing way of storytelling allows us to envision the environments he creates for his characters. We also feel their uncertainties, confusion, and the myriad of emotions they feel along the way.”  Read more….

—Lissette E. Manning, Simplistik Blog

“I liked the parallels that were drawn to the present day. In 1976, there are bombings in Boston. There’s discord with Russia. There’s a strong racist element among those in power. And there’s a presidential election, looming in the fall…. And that’s what great storytelling, like this book, gets us to do—think, look beyond the surface and question the status quo.”  Read more….

—The Plot Thickens

On the eve of the U.S. Bicentennial, newsman Coleridge Taylor is covering Operation Sail. New York Harbor is teeming with tall ships from all over the world. While enjoying the spectacle, Taylor is still a police reporter. He wants to cover real stories, not fluff, and gritty New York City still has plenty of those in July of 1976. One surfaces right in front of him when a housewife is fished out of the harbor wearing bricks of heroin, inferior stuff users have been rejecting for China White, peddled by the Chinatown gangs.

Convinced he’s stumbled upon a drug war between the Italian Mafia and a Chinese tong, Taylor is on fire once more. But as he blazes forward, flanked by his new girlfriend, ex-cop Samantha Callahan, his precious story grows ever more twisted and deadly. In his reckless search for the truth, he rattles New York’s major drug cartels. If he solves the mystery, he may end up like his victim—in a watery grave.

Says Zahradnik, “I love Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey/Maturin series of historical novels about the British Navy during the Napoleonic Wars and have read all but one. When I looked ahead after Drop Dead Punk left off in November 1975, I realized I had the chance to put ships of sail in the next Taylor mystery. I lived near New York during the Bicentennial and remember the tall ship parade in New York Harbor—flickering images on TV up in Dutchess County. I needed to do a great deal of research on those craft, using newspaper coverage and books published at the time. Unlike Mr. O’Brian, I knew little or nothing about jibs, staysails, and ratlines. Lucky for me, there were only 16 ships—not an entire navy—and I’d be writing through the eyes of Taylor, who knows as much as I and cares a whole lot less. This was one of those times when I could bring in one of my oddball interests to dress the set, while still telling a story of heroin dealers and murder in the NYC of 1976. Taylor’s frustration at having to cover the Operation Sail events is typical of reporters who don’t think of features as serious journalism. His bad attitude helped propel the story.”

Rich Zahradnik has been a journalist for 30-plus years, working as a reporter and editor in all major news media, including online, newspaper, broadcast, magazine, and wire services. He lives with his wife, Sheri, and son, Patrick, in Pelham, New York, where he teaches kids how to publish online and print newspapers. For more information, click here.

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Almost out of gas, he huffed up the steps and walked through the big doorway. The cathedral was a long, soaring tunnel of rose light framed by two rows of identical pillars climbing to the ceiling—or maybe the sky. The light brightened to the white of daylight at the far end, where the high altar looked to be about a mile away. The sightlines were spectacular—which meant they were terrible for Taylor. He doubted heroin dealers respected the idea of sanctuary. Did anyone anymore? Inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth to make as little noise as possible, he walked along the left aisle and slid down behind a pillar near the altar. He grimaced. His whole right side ached.

Stone against his back, Taylor tried to get his bearings. He felt small. And alien. The cathedral was another world from the Greek Orthodox churches his mother had taken him and his brother to as kids. Even the large ones were dark, foreboding, their walls crowded with icons of flat-faced saints. Those churches always had the mystical wall separating the worshippers from the altar and the priest in his beard and long robes. Here there were no dividers. You could see everything. What would his mother have thought of this place? He couldn’t remember if she’d ever been. All these years and he still missed her, saddened by all she’d missed of his life.

He waited and listened.

St. John’s was the biggest cathedral in the world. Or so he’d been told. New York specialized in the biggest, and as with all its citizens, the memory of all those giant things might as well have been planted at birth. He wouldn’t change his mind about the cathedral until he got real proof. He was stubborn that way.

Was it stubbornness put him in this situation? Or plain stupidity? When the Chinese guys had showed up, it’d looked like confirmation of what he’d heard had appeared right in front of his nose. He couldn’t believe it. He’d needed to get close enough to make sure something big really was happening in the heroin trade—something no one was talking about. So what had he done? Stared like a tourist at the foot of the Empire State Building.

Amateur hour. The result: a colossal mess.

Had the driver of the garbage truck been shot? Why else would the truck have veered? Then there was Mary. She was in serious shit now. If only she’d left when he told her. Reggie knew she’d fingered him. The tong members knew. Junkies, the most disposable human beings in the city, disappeared when they snitched. No one went looking for them.

Feeling stupid was too much like feeling sorry for himself. He didn’t have time for that. Better to focus on his next move before some other bad thing happened. He had to find Mary before they did. As much as he hated the thought, he’d also have to go in to the local precinct and report what he’d seen. This added more urgency. He needed to get to Mary before he dealt with the local cops, who could tie him up for hours.

Mud Bog Murder, by Lesley A. Diehl: A Protest and a Murder Turn Eve into a Pariah

Mud_Bog_MurderWhen Eve intercepts an airborne, muddy, disembodied head, how can she help but get her hands dirty?

Mud Bog Murder ($15.95, 268 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-315-0) is the fourth cozy mystery by Lesley A. Diehl in a series set in rural Florida and featuring consignment shop owner and amateur sleuth Eve Appel. After a peaceful protest turns ugly and a friend is arrested for the murder of a customer, Eve Appel and her friends face the censure of their neighbors as they work to unmask the real killer.

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The series began with A Secondhand Murder and continued with Dead in the Water and A Sporting Murder. Three short stories, available as Kindle Singles only, also feature Eve Appel. They are The Little Redheaded Girl is my Friend, Thieves and Gators Run at the Mention of her Name, and Gator Aid. Lesley has five other published mysteries: A Deadly Draught, Poisoned Pairings, Dumpster Dying, Angel Sleuth, and Grilled, Chilled, and Killed.

“Cozy mysteries have established themselves as a thriving mystery subgenre. While there’s plenty of suspense and plenty of investigatory action, the cozies have a warm feeling. Often humorous and usually uplifting, they are on the other side of noir. While the queen of this category is Nancy J. Cohen (who even wrote a how-to book about this subgenre), Lesley A. Diehl is a contender…. These plot interests combine with other features to provide a multi-faceted reading experience. Richly drawn characters like Eve and her grandmother can be at once endearing and irritating. Darrel is a perfectly despicable bad boy. Grandfather Egret has wisdom, patience and courage. Ms. Diehl examines several relationships in rewarding depth. She also provides an entertaining overview of the cultural climate in rural Florida’s small, inland communities—this one within shopping distance of West Palm Beach, where Eve and Madeleine get those upper-class cast-offs to market back in Sable Bay. Read it and smile.”

—Phil Jason for the Florida Weekly, Week Of August 31-September 6, 2016

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5 Stars: “Mud Bog Murder is rich with heart, strength of character, and independence. A must-read for any lover of mystery!”  Read more….

—Liz Konkel for Readers’ Favorite Reviews

“The charming, fun mystery kept me sifting through the clues and snorting at some outrageous scenes …. This is the fourth book in the series, but you can read this one without having read the other three. I did. The author drops in some tidbits about previous events and some character insight without barely a hiccup in the story’s flow. I hope you give this book a go. I pinkie swear you’ll have fun.”  Read more….

—FU Only Knew, Laura’s Ramblins and Reviews

“This is a great cozy mystery. There is lots of action and twists and turns. Eva does a great job fleshing out who the killer was and I admit that I didn’t guess who did it until the end. This is the first book of Lesley Diehl’s I have read. I had no problem figuring out what was happening and didn’t feel lost in the series. But I will be going back and reading the other books in the Eve Appel series.”  Read more….

—J. Bronder Reviews

When Jenny McCleary leases her property to be ravaged by the annual mud bog races, the small rural town of Sabal Bay, Florida, is divided into warring camps: environmental activists versus monster truck fans. Jenny, who frequents the consignment store owned by Eve Appel and her friend Madeleine, doesn’t seem to mind when Eve and Madeleine join the protesters the day of the races.

During the race, Eve catches Jenny’s airborne head after it is tossed into the air by the wheels of a truck. Now every protester is a suspect in Jenny’s murder. What’s left of her alligator-gnawed body is found near the airboat business of Eve’s Miccosukee Indian friends, Sammy Egret and his grandfather. When more evidence turns up nearby, Grandfather is arrested.

Even without the disembodied head, Eve has her hands full. The town resents her role in the protests and is boycotting the consignment shop on wheels. She is torn between two men—GQ-handsome, devoted PI Alex and tall, dark, and exotic Sammy. Jenny’s sweet and needy teenage daughter is dating a petty criminal. Will Eve and Madeleine ever be able to move into their new digs? Not unless the town forgives them. And not if whoever decapitated Jenny gets to Eve before she and her sleuthing buddies solve the mystery.

Says Diehl, “Mud bog racing may seem be fun for participants and spectators alike, and it might seem that one event doesn’t matter, but it destroys wildlife habitat and alters the balance of the ecosystem beyond the fields and swamps of rural Florida: witness agricultural runoff into Lake Okeechobee and the resultant pollution of estuaries east of the lake. Humans think they are acting for the local good, but the results have widespread effects. Kudos to Eve for getting the community to come together to address the issue and think of it more broadly.”

Lesley A. Diehl retired from her life as a professor of psychology and reclaimed her country roots by moving to a small cottage in the Butternut River Valley in upstate New York. In the winter she migrates to old Florida—cowboys, scrub palmetto, and open fields of grazing cattle, a place where spurs still jingle in the post office. Back north, she devotes her afternoons to writing and, when the sun sets, relaxing on the bank of her trout stream, sipping tea or a local microbrew. Click here to find Lesley online.

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Chants of “Save the Bog,” “Leave our swamps alone,” and “There’s life in that mud” continued for an hour. The swampers driving the trucks countered with yells of “Back off bitches” and “There’s money in that mud.” The trucking folks did not have any signs to hold up, but their voices seemed louder and angrier. I waved my sign in the air. It read “Don’t harm Mother Earth.” One of the truck drivers stuck his head out the window and yelled at me, “Screw Mother Earth.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” I screamed. He gave me the finger.

The verbal exchanges continued until the trucks began to line up for their runs. At that point the sound of revving engines drowned out our voices. Mud flew in every direction. Madeleine and I pushed forward toward the fence to get a better view. Several trucks roared into the water, moved aggressively across the bog, and then abruptly stopped, mired in the middle. Neither increasing the RPMs or uttering foul language could coax the trucks from their mucky location. The drivers gave up, their growling trucks finally silenced, machinery defeated by mere water and dirt. A chain was attached to the trucks and a vehicle on land hauled them out. The drivers seemed only momentarily saddened by their failure; then their friends tossed them each a can of beer, and the partying began.

“I think we should step back a bit or we’ll be covered in mud,” I said to Madeleine. She looked excited to be where she could see what was happening, and her color had improved.

“You feeling better, honey?” I asked just as another truck roared into the water and attempted to cross the bog. As with the other two, it slowed and finally began to spin its wheels midway through the swamp. The driver continued to rev the engine. Muddy water thrown from the wheels catapulted vegetation as well as mud in our direction. The vehicle churned and rocked and continued to throw globs of whatever was buried in the muddy water out of the bog. I dropped my sign and attempted to fend off the gunk by shielding my face with my hands, but to no avail. The mud coated my head, face, and upper torso. I dropped my hands to my sides in disgust and frustration until the truck tried one more time, its spinning wheels sending more mud and a large projectile my way. I had no choice. I caught it like a running back grabbing a football.

What the hell? It was no football, not even a chawed up turtle shell or mangled cattle egret. It was a head, and one I recognized. Two eyes glazed over by slime and death—one brown, one hazel—stared up at me. Madeleine looked over at what was in my hands and threw up all over my ostrich boots.

The Assassin’s Kiss, by J.A. Kazimer: Desire Rekindled in the Heat of Danger

assassins_kissJulia didn’t realize her husband was an assassin. No wonder she wanted a divorce.

The Assassin’s Kiss ($14.95, 250 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-325-9), by J.A. Kazimer, is the second romantic suspense novel in the Assassins series, which began with The Assassin’s Heart. An estranged couple, one of them a secret assassin for the government, must join forces as they flee from a group of hit men.

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5 Blue Ribbons: “Intense intrigue, rapid-fire suspense, cagey characters with a Pinocchio syndrome and a scorching romance combine in this dastardly delicious novel called The Assassin’s Kiss…. I rooted for their rocketing romance all the way. The Assassin’s Kiss is heady, passionate and riveting. A suspenseful gem!” Read more….

—Michele Rioli for Romance Junkies

(Crowned Heart Review: 4 1/2 stars): “This story has it all, intrigue, mystery, unexpected twists and turns, great side characters, and a villain that isn’t easily to determine until it smacks the reader in the face…. A page turner that isn’t easily set aside until the last word is devoured!” Read more….

—Lynne Bryant for InD’Tale Magazine

“This is a spy story with a romantic element. I enjoyed it. It is a good read for a Saturday afternoon…. The writer has an entertaining style and I look forward to her next work.”  Read more….

—Mary T. Kincaid for Readers’ Favorite Reviews

The Assassin’s Heart was awarded 4 1/2 Stars (Top Pick/Gold) by RT Magazine: “Kazimer’s debut romantic suspense deserves a spot at the top of the genre. Not only is this novel sassy and fun, but the author’s research into the CIA and the life of an assassin is reflected in her work, making it not just a fabulous romantic suspense tale, but a fantastic work of fiction, period. Hannah ‘Six’ Winslow stands strongly on her own and has none of the characteristics of a damsel in distress–which makes this novel that much hotter and sensual.”

The Assassins series includes a novella, The Assassins’ First Date, a prequel to both books in the series. The Assassins’ First Date introduces Hannah “Six” Winslow, Benjamin Miller, and the star of The Assassin’s Kiss, Nate Taylor.

Julia abandoned Nate Taylor on their wedding night after finding him in the arms of her stepsister, Sara. Now she is set to marry again, this time to a man who shares her upper-crust background. But Nate won’t sign the annulment papers.

Ready to resort to murder if necessary, Julia storms Nate’s houseboat in the Florida Everglades, just in time to survive an attack by a group of assassins Nate believes are targeting her. He should know; he’s an assassin himself—a little detail he never shared with his ex. Nate works for a secret government agency known as OPS. With the help of his fellow assassins, Nate tries to identify the attackers and the reason for their deadly quest.

Meanwhile, the reluctant travel companions flee north to Nate’s eccentric hometown of Gibsonton, and later to a comfy cabin in the woods. Julia becomes better acquainted with her mysterious ex, the true man behind the gun.

Seeing this new side of Nate, will Julia continue to resist the powerful chemistry between them? Will they solve the mystery before one of them is killed trying?

Says the author, “Oddly enough, I started writing Nate and Julia’s story long before Ben and Six’s from The Assassin’s Heart; I just didn’t know it at the time. Nate and Julia are such fun and lively characters. Not to mention Cousin Luke, who I am absolutely in love with. This is the book of my heart. I hope it is my readers’ too. I’ve been fascinated by carnival life for a long time. The setting of The Assassin’s Kiss is a real town in Florida, founded by carnival people. A carnival represents the freedom to be whoever you want to be—a bearded lady who shaves during the off-season or a fortune teller like Nate’s mother. The brightly colored background also makes an intense setting for a romance.”

J.A. Kazimer lives in Denver, CO. She has a master’s degree in forensic psychology and has been both a bartender and a private investigator. She is the author of several other novels and series, including The Deadly Ever After series, F***ed Up Fairytales, and the Wilde Crimes series. For more information, click here.

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Despite the warning ringing in her head, Julia followed Nate as he led her behind the carney trailers and staging area to a rusty trailer. Years of neglect had left the once bright yellow paint on the trailer barely distinguishable from the rust. It peeled and bubbled, nearly obscuring the sign that read THE HAUNTED HOUSE OF MIRRORS.

Julia raised an eyebrow. Nate gave her a half-smile as he grabbed her second half-eaten corn dog from her fingers and tossed it in the trash.

“Hey,” she complained, “I was eating that.”

“Yes, yes you were.” He grinned. “And later you will thank me for tossing it.” He motioned to the trailer. “Besides, I want to show you something.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, she said, “I’ve heard that before.”

“Trust me,” he said, waggling his eyebrows in a mock leer, “best time of your life. I promise.”

Why not, she thought with a shrug. Today she’d already eaten fried meat on a stick, rode a ride called the Cyclone, and watched as a man threw knives at a pretty young girl. What haunted horrors could the trailer offer, other than hepatitis?

Nate pulled open the rusty door. A rush of stale air greeted them. Julia stepped forward, but Nate held up a hand, stopping her. “Three tickets, lady,” he said in a gruff carney voice. “Nobody rides for free.”

Her lips formed a pout as she dug into her pocket for her tickets. “This better be worth it.”

He waggled his eyebrows again. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

She rolled her eyes again, shoved her tickets at him, and then pushed past him into the dark room. The door slammed closed, blocking the slim shaft of moonlight and leaving her in total darkness. Julia wrapped her arms over her chest, hating her irrational fear of the dark, a fear she’d had since childhood but had never told anyone about. Had Nate guessed it? Was he torturing her, looking for payback? “Nate?” she called into the blackness, her voice trembling.

A few seconds later a string of white lights sparkled to life, illuminating the shiny reflective mirrors lining the trailer. Nate stepped from the shadows, looking like the very best parts of sin.

Julia swallowed, forcing her attention to the reflective surfaces to keep from reflecting on how damn sexy her soon-to-be-former husband looked.

“I used to spend hours in here as a kid,” he whispered, tracing his fingers over the edge of a distorted mirror with a lover’s caress.

Julia fanned her face, unable to catch her breath enough to comment. Her body tingled with sexual awareness. Nate’s scent clouded her senses, sapping her willpower. Not that she had much where Nate Taylor was concerned. He was the only man who could turn her on with one look.

Nate either failed to notice her pitiful condition or he was toying with her, playing a game of cat and pathetic, sex-crazed mouse.

His body was now so close, its heat warmed her already hot flesh. “These mirrors are magical,” he said as if standing on stage in front of a crowd.

Julia snorted.

“They both reveal and hide everything.”

She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, his voice as reckless and dangerous as Julia’s sudden uncontrollable desire. She slowly shook her head. He smiled—a wicked, sexy grin of pure masculinity and arrogance—and lifted the thin straps of her tank dress, sliding them up and down against the sensitive flesh of her shoulders. “I guess I’ll have to prove it then,” he whispered, his lips centimeters from her own.

Good to his word, as if by magic, Julia found herself standing with her back against the cold surface of a distorted mirror, facing the one man who could make her lose all control. “Nate …” she moaned, half question, half plea.

Lifting the straps of her dress again, he stared into her violet eyes. “Stop me, Julia.” He paused, his face twisting with pleasure and pain. “Tell me no.”

Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Last chance,” he whispered, gritting his teeth.

Improbable Eden, by Bestselling Author Mary Daheim: A Reluctant Courtesan and an Impoverished Prince

Improbable_EdenOriginally published in 1991, Improbable Eden ($14.95, 220 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-369-3),  is a reprint of an early historical romance by bestselling author Mary Daheim. In 1695, during the reign of William of Orange, the illegitimate daughter of an earl is groomed to be the king’s mistress in order to clear her father’s name.

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Camel Press has reprinted five of Mary Daheim’s seven historical romances so far: Reunion (original titled Pride’s Captive), The Royal Mile (originally Love’s Pirate), Gosford’s Daughter (originally Passion’s Triumph), Destiny’s Pawn, and King’s Ransom. Gypsy Baron will be released in February of 2017.

“Mary Daheim’s novels are a rare treat for the lovers of deeply detailed, highly historical love stories that bring history to vibrant life.”

Romantic Times

The base-born daughter of an earl, nineteen-year-old Eden is torn from her foster family in Kent, whisked off to London, and groomed to follow in her courtesan mother’s footsteps. Her lessons in court etiquette, politics, and charm are overseen by Maximilian, a tall and striking Flemish prince fallen on hard times. Ever since the death of his wife, Max has grappled with his cousin, Count Rudolf—also his brother-in-law—who covets Max’s land. Rudolf is just one of the enemies seeking to brand Max and Eden’s father, the Earl of Marlborough, as Jacobites bent on killing William of Orange and restoring James to the throne. Eden is Max and the earl’s last hope. If she can convince King William to embrace her as his mistress, she can use her influence to clear Max’s name and free her father from the Tower of London.

Eden has inherited her mother’s beauty, but not her guile. Though she must not waver from her goal to seduce the king, she cannot deny her growing love for the Flemish prince. Max in turn is far from indifferent to the claret-curled, ebony-eyed siren who has pledged herself to him body and soul.

Says the author, “I’ve been intrigued by European history since I was in my early teens. When I began Improbable Eden, I gave her two real—and well-known—parents: John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough, and Barbara Palmer, Lady Castlemaine. Churchill had done his share of philandering in his youth and Barbara had given birth to several of King Charles II’s illegitimate children. Who’d notice one more thrown into the mix? The result is the unfolding tale of a seemingly ill-matched “orphan” and an exiled prince. Eden Berenger and Maximilian of Nassau-Dillenburg have both been cheated by Fate. How they manage to regain their rightful places in a turbulent world of schemers and dreamers makes for what I hope is an exciting and sometimes touching adventure in late Seventeenth Century England.”

Mary Richardson Daheim, a Seattle native, began her publishing career with the first of seven historical romances before switching to mysteries in 1991. Since then she has published at least 55 books. Click here to find Mary on the Web.

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Why couldn’t Eden understand the awkward position he’d been put in by her father’s arrest? Some men would have forsaken her from the start. Others would have taken advantage of her helplessness. But he was doing his best not to, despite the temptation to do otherwise. “If you’re angry because I went abroad, that couldn’t be prevented. It wasn’t just because of Craswell, but on orders of the King. I was destroying a French arsenal at Givet.”

Eden brushed aside his military adventures with a careless hand. “I’m not talking about what you do when you’re not here,” she cried, “but what you do when you are! You worry so about Harriet’s precious feelings and give not a dandiprat for mine! Or do you think because I’m a country bumpkin that I don’t have any?”

Max was torn between exasperation and repentance. She was right, in her way. He had behaved rather highhandedly. Fearing that she might cry, Max put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a little hug. “I’ve had many distractions,” he admitted, and was surprised when Eden made no attempt to pull away. “The war on the Continent, searching for Craswell, the charges against your father, some plaguing family quarrels over property—” He was speaking much more rapidly, and freely, than usual. Suddenly he stopped, his chin resting on the top of Eden’s head.

“You serve too many masters,” Eden interjected, allowing herself the luxury of leaning against Max’s chest. “I’ truth, I’m sorry you had to inherit my poor suit, as well.”

“But I don’t mind,” he protested, his voice dropping a notch as his hand slid down the heavy green silk that covered her back. “This house is a happier place with you in it.”

“Oh!” Eden gasped with astonishment and stared at Max. She could hardly believe he’d uttered such gratifying words.

Judging from the embarrassed look on Max’s face, neither could he. “It’s more like … ah, family,” he explained a bit clumsily, his hand straying to the curve of her waist. “Not that my relatives were a kindly lot. But then you’ve met Rudolf.”

Eden gazed up at Max and blinked in confusion. What she beheld in those hazel eyes startled her. She could have sworn that she saw more than sadness or anxiety. A yearning, perhaps, or some other need that she couldn’t recognize? She was still trying to solve the riddle when Max claimed her mouth in a tentative, exploratory kiss. Taken by surprise, Eden’s mind registered a protest, but her body melted pliantly into Max’s embrace. The kiss deepened, driven by that unleashed hunger she had unwittingly glimpsed.

Snowdrops in Summer, by Helen Duggan: Three Friends, Through Thick and Thin

snowdropsLisa, Claire, and Toni don’t have much, but they do have each other.

In Snowdrops in Summer ($15.95, 330 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-272-6), a work of women’s fiction by Helen Duggan, three friends who start a detective agency soon find themselves out of their depth.

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4 Stars: “Snowdrops In Summer doesn’t seem to mean anything as far as the story goes, then the last few chapters bring the title into the foreground. The conclusion isn’t anything I imagined would happen. It brings a little sad along with a little joyful ending to a very entertaining story. I hope the author decides to write another women’s fiction book as I will be looking for one.”  Read more….

—Diana Smith for Romance Junkies

“In Snowdrops in Summer, Helen Duggan tells a beautiful story of the sustaining and essential nature of friendship between women. Three women face the challenges of single motherhood, romance, and financial woes with one another to count on for laughs, sympathy, and support. At turns funny, poignant, and tragic, this novel is a celebration of the enduring ties of friendship no matter what life may bring down the road.” —Maureen O’Leary, author of The Ghost Daughter

“Entertaining and written with heart, Snowdrops in Summer is about abiding friendship between three very different women struggling to make a go of their lives in a tiny Welsh village. This novel will remind you that in fiction, as in real life, it is love and loyalty that binds people together through thick and thin. After reading this, I’m planning to buy a plane ticket to Wales.” —Robin Strachan, author of Designing Hearts

“Whatever happens, we’ll always be heart friends.”

For “heart” friends Angelica, Lisa, and Claire, nothing has ever come easily. With little money and worse luck, they soldier on as best they can in the small village of Newton, edging the South Wales valleys.

Angelica has no trouble attracting men, but it’s a woman she wants, and she’s unlikely to meet her in her job as manager of a café. Lisa and Claire are single mothers. Lisa supports twin teenage daughters and cleans the local police station while carrying on with dishy policeman Niall, chained to a Catholic wife who won’t divorce him. Claire’s son Justin is a budding hoodlum, one false step away from prison. Sweet but ineffectual Claire is afraid to lay down the law for Justin and too cowed by life to believe any man will ever want her.

Then comes the chance they’ve been waiting for: their well-to-do friend Mags hires them to do a bit of detecting, which leads to more profitable ventures. At first it’s all a lark, as they stumble onto the truth, despite their lack of experience. But flying blind is no way to run a business. Be that as it may, in the face of the ultimate challenge, their friendship remains steadfast.

Says the author, “I believe friendship to be one of the strongest forces on the planet, invoking a selfless devotion and a love that transcends time. And so my three heroines were born. I wanted to show the strength these women have, how they support each other through good and bad times, no matter what sacrifice is required.”

Helen Duggan and her husband live on top of a mountain in Wales. Her body of work includes erotic romances published by Fanny Press under the pen name, Ellen March. Snowdrops in Summer is the first of her books to be published under her real name. For more information, click here.

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“I’ll try and have a chat with your lad, maybe get him to see sense?”

Claire’s smile was brilliant in its intensity. “Oh, that would be great, Lisa! And maybe Angelica could talk to him as well, if you think she wouldn’t mind.” Her voice was husky with emotion.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t,” laughed Lisa, knowing how Angelica hated kids. “See you later.”

Lisa sighed and followed the tracks of her friend as she ambled down the road. She wished she could help her. But a gut instinct warned her it was too late.

Lisa arrived at the large desk where the duty sergeant slouched in his chair, his dark-trousered legs crossed, black boots gleaming, eyes closed.

“Hi, Pete,” shouted Lisa, thudding the desk with her hand.

The burly man almost fell off his chair. “Heck, you nearly gave me a flaming heart attack,” he moaned. His huge eyebrows bobbed up and down like caterpillars undulating across his pale forehead.

“Well, wake up then. You’re overpaid if that’s all you’ve got to do,” teased Lisa. She knew how it wound him up.

“Oi, less of your lip,” he growled, but his pale blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “I’d like to see you do my job.”

“Yeah, and I’d like to see you do mine,” countered Lisa, her eyes dropping to his large belly straining against the buttons of his top. “You might shift a bit of that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with something to grab hold of,” he laughed good-naturedly, enjoying the banter.

“Whatever,” said Lisa, already walking away towards the cleaner’s cupboard.

She stooped down to empty his bin, raising a brow at the amount of sweet wrappers. She held back a smile as he shuffled a pile of papers. Moving to the adjacent desk, Lisa rubbed in soft beeswax, crinkling her nose at the scent filling the room.

Moving on, she continued down the corridor, disappearing into various rooms. The chores were tedious, but the job was easy and paid the bills.

The sweat trickled down her chest in rivulets as Lisa leaned over the large desk in the empty room. Her hand swept in circular motions over the grained mahogany surface. She was so engrossed, she failed to hear the door open and close with a gentle click.

A pair of arms snaked round her waist, pulling her backwards.

“What on earth …!” she shouted before spinning round and finding herself staring into the depths of Niall’s fathomless eyes, smouldering in their intensity.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered. His dark head dipped to nuzzle her neck, just the spot where it dipped to her shoulder.

The Assassins’ First Date, by J.A. Kazimer: A “Date” Lands Professional Killers in Hot Water with Lots of Steam

assassins_dateThe target was dead by dessert, but not in the way they’d planned. Someone had turned the tables on Ben and Six.

In The Assassins’ First Date ($11.95, 108 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-327-3), by J.A. Kazimer, killer-team Ben and “Six” go on an elegant working “date” where nothing proceeds as planned, forcing them to match wits with the clever killer of the vicious arms dealer they were assigned to assassinate.

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The Assassins’ First Date is the prequel romantic suspense novella in the Assassins series, which began with The Assassin’s Heart. The Assassin’s Kiss will follow on August 15, 2016, featuring Six and Ben’s colleague Nate.

Six and Ben’s story is continued in The Assassin’s Heart, which was awarded 4 1/2 Stars (Top Pick/Gold) by RT Magazine: “Kazimer’s debut romantic suspense deserves a spot at the top of the genre. Not only is this novel sassy and fun, but the author’s research into the CIA and the life of an assassin is reflected in her work, making it not just a fabulous romantic suspense tale, but a fantastic work of fiction, period. Hannah ‘Six’ Winslow stands strongly on her own and has none of the characteristics of a damsel in distress–which makes this novel that much hotter and sensual.”

Benjamin Miller and Hannah “Six” Winslow have a date, but no one’s going to “get lucky,” at least not in the common sense of the phrase. The partners kill bad guys for a secret government organization known as OPS. And although they are dining at an elegant restaurant, their goal, and that of fellow assassin Nate Taylor, is to assassinate a dangerous arms dealer.

“The target” dies early in the evening, though not by the hand of any of the three assassins. His death by poison means yet another assassin got to him first, one who did not leave any obvious clues. In fact nothing is as it seems. Have they been betrayed by OPS? Is the mysterious assassin lingering in their midst, waiting to pick them off? Ben, Six, and Nate have just a few hours to solve the mystery, using only their wits and whatever evidence they can gather by cell from Nate’s analyst H. But Ben and Six are unusually distracted by each others’ sexy-date personas. With no one but Nate in top form, the slippery outside assassin may put them all on ice.

J.A. Kazimer lives in Denver, CO. She has a master’s degree in forensic psychology and has been both a bartender and a private investigator. She is the author of several other novels and series, including The Deadly Ever After series, F***ed Up Fairytales, and the Wilde Crimes series. For more information, click here.

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Ben paused before answering, “The target has two bodyguards. Mossad, by the look of them.”

Nate nodded again. Mossad agents were hardcore. Men and women willing to kill and die for the job—just like the two assassins plotting to kill their client. Nate had identified the Mossad agents right off by the way they held themselves—backs ramrod straight, eyes cold and watchful. Taking them out wouldn’t be easy.

He smiled in anticipation.

“I’ll draw them off,” Ben said. Nate’s smile broadened. That was so like his fellow assassin. The guy always tried to protect his team. He would always be the first in. It was what made him great, but one day it would be his downfall.

Or the downfall of his partner, Six.

The way Ben watched her when she wasn’t looking spoke volumes. He wondered if they were sleeping together. Probably not. Sleeping with his partner wasn’t Ben’s style. He focused too much on the job. A pity, in Nate’s opinion. If Hannah were his partner ….

“Once they’re clear, Six will take out the target,” Ben was saying. Nate nodded. He didn’t doubt Hannah’s skills, not in the least. Neither did Ben, but Nate could hear the underlying stress in his co-worker’s voice. This wasn’t an easy target. Mario LeCena was a hell of a dangerous man. A stone-cold killer.

“Oh, and Nate,” Ben said with a quick grin, “try not to get shot. Again,” he said, referring to when Nate took a bullet a few months ago. “I hate having to fill out all that paperwork.”

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Ben took a deep breath as he slipped through the men’s room door and into the main restaurant. The rattling of plates and the clinking of glassware filled the air, as did the scent of fifty-dollar steaks and thousand-dollar Scotch. He maneuvered past waiters carrying trays laden with mouth-watering signature dishes.

A woman screamed, and a wine glass shattered on a nearby table. Ben froze, his eyes searching the restaurant. He shuddered. He couldn’t pinpoint the problem. Not just yet. Not until his gaze fell on his partner, straddling the target in a roomful of terrified witnesses.

Homicide in the House, by Colleen J. Shogan: A Killer Profits from a Capitol Hill Shutdown

HomicideWhen the government shuts down, D.C. becomes a ghost town. A perfect opportunity to get away with murder. Not on Kit’s watch.

Homicide in the House ($14.95, 258 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-333-4), by Colleen J. Shogan, is the second Washington Whodunit: a cozy mystery series set in Washington, D.C., and featuring amateur sleuth Kit Marshall.

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“A solid choice for political junkies and readers of ­Maggie ­Sefton, Fred Hunter, and Mike Lawson.” Read more….
—Library Journal

“Shogan’s solid second Washington, D.C. (after 2015’s Stabbing in the Senate) finds congressional staffer Kit Marshall serving as legislative director to North Carolina freshman Representative Maeve Dixon, a middle-of-the-road Democrat. On the eve of a government shutdown over the budget, Jack Drysdale, the Speaker of the House’s top aide, tries to persuade Dixon to toe the party line, but he ends up in a very public confrontation with her instead. When Drysdale turns up dead in the Capitol rotunda the next day, Dixon becomes the prime suspect in his murder. With the threat of Dixon’s arrest imminent, Marshall begins to look for alternative suspects, who include Gareth Pressler, a senior aide for the Sergeant of Arms; Drysdale’s spouse, Jordon Macintyre; and anonymous blogger Hill Rat. Shogan does a good job depicting the creaky, squeaky wheels of government, and Marshall plays politics and sleuth with equal dexterity in this capital Capitol Hill mystery.”

—Publishers Weekly, April 18, 2016

4 Stars: “The gang is together again in this exceptional murder mystery as Kit, her friend Meg, boyfriend Doug and rescue dog Clarence collectively work to solve the crime. Each distinctive personality shines as they bring the case to a close. Be prepared for another adventure.”

—RT Magazine

“This whodunit is well plotted and intriguing. The characters are believable and real even if the action is far removed for me. The humor and wit really elevate this read. I recommend it to cozy lovers that enjoy political subterfuge and those that do not. If you are looking for a great, can’t put it down book, look no further than Homicide in the House.”  Read more….

—Andra W for The Open Book Society

“Author Colleen J. Shogan has penned yet another riveting mystery set into a national political framework and continues to prove herself to be a master of the genre. A deftly crafted read from first page to last, and certain to be an enduringly popular addition to community library Mystery/Suspense collections.”  Read more….

—Able Greenspan, MBR Bookwatch: July 2016

Homicide in the House is a fast-paced fun read, with an original concept. Author Colleen J. Shogan’s education and work experience ensure that the details are factual, and fascinating to readers without inside-the-Beltway knowledge. There are plot twists every so often to keep the readers on their toes. The suspense at the end of the book—WOW! What a climax!…. Homicide in the House is amazing. I was hooked from the first sentence, and read it in only two days. I recommend Homicide in the House to all fans of cozy mysteries. I think it will particularly appeal to anyone who prefers fictional political shenanigans over the real ones in the news lately.”  Read more….

—Jane Reads

“A well-written mystery, with some political info mixed in to build the setting without bogging down the story. There is an excellent cast, some humor, some drama, and an edge of danger…. An excellent read for any mystery or chick-lit fan.”  Read more….

—Sarah E. Bradley for InD’Tale Magazine

“Colleen Shogan has done it again! 5 stars to Homicide in the House. I enjoy this series so much because of the wonderful characters and storyline. I love how the author describes Washington DC and the ins and outs of our government. I have not had the pleasure of visiting DC but really want to after reading this series. The author does a great job making her characters believable.”  Read more….

—Penny M. for Cozy Mystery Book Reviews

“I absolutely loved this whodunit that could have been ripped from the headlines!…. I like Kit, she is smart, thinks before she jumps, and she know Washington. She is much more confident in this story. Kit lives with her boyfriend and they have an adorable pepperoni loving dog named Clarence. He has a big funny part in this story…. Great characters, chilling twists and action filled moments almost had smoke coming out of my Kindle Fire. I read the story all in one sitting and was actually sorry it had to end.”  Read more….

—Escape with Dollycas

Homicide in the House is an exciting whodunit that made turning each page a thrill. Starting with a government shutdown, and dealing with murder, politics, personal agendas, and relationships, this second installment in the series is an action filled, suspenseful read, that will keep you on the edge of your seat all the way to the exciting reveal!” Read more….

—Lisa K’s Book Reviews

“Even though this doesn’t fit the traditional format of a cozy mystery in a small town, the community in the congress has all of the facets of one. Colorful characters, gossip mills, romance, intrigue and of course, murder…. I enjoyed Homicide in the House and can’t wait to read the first book in the series, Stabbing in the Senate.”  Read more….

—Teresa Trent, Cozy Mystery Writer

“Kit is a great cozy sleuth. The mystery is well-written and had enough twists and turns to keep me guessing. I highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys smart, fast-paced cozies (especially those with a non-traditional setting/theme). This is a series that I look forward to following.”  Read more….

—Brooke Blogs

“This book is fast-paced, well-written, fun to read, and has an unanticipated murderer. The plot was tightly woven with numerous twists and turns that leave the reader guessing. I highly recommend this book for cozy mystery readers as well as those who appreciate political intrigue.”  Read more….

—Carla Loves to Read Blog

Kit Marshall has bounced back from her first brush with the law, when she was suspected of murdering her senator boss. Now she is working for a freshman congresswoman, Maeve Dixon, a young Gulf War veteran representing North Carolina. It’s February, and Kit is feeling out of sorts. A government shutdown has just been announced, wreaking havoc on the Hill, and Dan, Dixon’s chief of staff and Kit’s supervisor, is an inexperienced lightweight flying blind. Then there’s Kit’s distracted live-in boyfriend, Doug, who doesn’t seem any closer to popping the question. Kit’s best friend Meg is up to her eyeballs with her new beau and oversight committee job, and Clarence the beagle mix will certainly not win Capitol Canine if Meg has to campaign for him all by herself.

Bad as things are now, they are about to get much worse. Early one morning Representative Dixon is caught standing over the corpse of Jack Drysdale, the Speaker of the House’s top staffer, a man she argued with in front of the press the day before. The murder weapon was the Speaker’s gavel. This item was entrusted to Dixon at the time, leading the police to believe they’ve found their killer. To save her job, Kit must clear her boss’s name, and quickly. Dixon’s career may be over if the police declare her a suspect or an anonymous blogger known as Hill Rat breaks the story. Solving this murder will test Kit’s courage and all her fledgling powers of deduction as she roams a spooky, sparsely populated Capitol Hill looking for clues and sounding out suspects.

Says Shogan, “Kit Marshall has crossed to the other side of the Capitol in Homicide in the House. Her personal and professional lives have gotten more complicated, and so has the mystery she’s tasked to solve. The eerily deserted buildings during the 2013 government shutdown provided me with a perfect setting for murder. Luckily, Kit is never alone. Trevor, Meg, Doug, and Clarence are back again to make sure our favorite congressional staffer turned amateur sleuth finds the killer before time runs out.”

Colleen J. Shogan is a senior executive at the Library of Congress. She is a former Senate staffer who started reading mysteries at the age of six. Previously the Deputy Director of the Congressional Research Service, Colleen also teaches government at Georgetown University. For more information, click here.

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Drysdale fixed me with a hard stare. The frustration on his face implied he didn’t appreciate a non-committal answer from a low-level congressional staffer. But after a few seconds, he relented. With a friendly grin, he asked, “Isn’t your dog in the Capitol Canine contest?”

He’d caught me off guard with such an abrupt change in mood and topic. I narrowed my eyes in distrust. “Yes. His name is Clarence.”

“I love dogs, and I’m sure you want Clarence to do well in the contest. You know, my dog won Capitol Canine a few years ago.”

“I didn’t know that. Congratulations.” Where was this headed?

“Capitol Canine is about who you know. And I know a ton of people who would be happy to vote for Clarence. Maybe we can become better friends if we join forces?” He followed up his offer with a sexy wink.

Had I just been propositioned to sell my boss’s vote for a Clarence victory in the Capitol Canine contest? A direct approach was often best. “Are you trying to trade support for the Speaker’s shutdown plan for votes in a dog popularity contest?”

“Don’t be so literal, Kit. We’re colleagues, and I’m simply trying to help you out.”

After a long moment of silence, I decided to throw him a bone—no pun intended. “Maybe I can give you an answer on the Speaker’s proposal in a week? I’ll have to check with my chief of staff about the conversations he’s having with the voters in the district.”

Apparently, Jack didn’t appreciate my version of a compromise. The sexy Bruce Wayne smile disappeared instantly, and his face contorted in anger. Raising his voice, he growled, “Check with your chief of staff? This is useless. I need to make sure the Speaker seals this deal.”

Jack stormed out of the office, and I followed him down the corridor until he entered the Speaker’s private suite. I was gutsy, but marching uninvited into the supreme leader office space was beyond my pay grade.

I didn’t want to return to the uncomfortable wooden bench in the hallway with the gatekeeper wondering why Drysdale had dismissed me. Instead, I took a seat next to the reporters in the outside waiting room. I had a clear view of the Speaker’s suite across the hallway so I’d see Maeve when she emerged from her meeting. I’d stuck to our plan. Had Maeve held firm? I’d find out soon enough.

Smartphones are great time wasters. I fiddled with various apps as I waited. The next level of “Angry Birds” was within my grasp when I heard footsteps and voices across the hallway. I got up and stood in the doorway to greet my boss.

From the look on her face, she was not pleased. She charged like a linebacker to the exit of the Speaker’s lair with Jack Drysdale on her heels.

“Stop, Congresswoman Dixon. You’re not listening to reason!” From behind, Drysdale placed his hand on Maeve’s left shoulder in an attempt to prevent her from leaving the suite.

Maeve had impressive reflexes. She turned her body toward him and grabbed his wrist with her right hand. “Don’t touch me! Is this how the Speaker’s staff treat members of the House?” Her voice was loud and filled with vitriol.

The gaggle of reporters who had been relaxing inside the anteroom trailed behind me. This was better than a boring pen and pad session. One of them murmured, “I think that’s Dixon from North Carolina.”

This was not a good development, but Maeve didn’t know that the press had a front row seat to her implosion.

The Trade List by R. Franklin James: A Frantic Search for a Dangerous List

trade_listThe Trade List ($14.95, 250 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-219-1) is book 4 in a mystery/suspense series by R. Franklin James featuring Hollis Morgan, a young attorney whose past as a pardoned white-collar ex-con makes her a magnet for trouble. A woman dies trying to pass on a list of money launderers to Hollis. Now Hollis is the target.

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“The Trade List’s two story lines are strong, detailed, with plenty of twists to keep readers turning pages. The unique concept of the Fallen Angels Book Club provides continuity and shows growth in her characters as they look into real life mysteries. A strong use of details throughout the book gives readers a feeling they are a part of the story. Although readers can start with any of the books in the series, some may want to start at the beginning, or catch up at a later date, to fill in the background of this interesting and fulfilling mystery.”  Read more….

—Edie Dykeman, Reader, Writer, Reviewer

“I love it when a story captivates and has me completely engrossed in all that are bound by the pages of a book. What a way to start with a tease here and there and then bam, the plot thickens into a fast-paced and action-packed drama that quickly became a page turner. I liked the tone of the narrative and how each scene blends from one chapter to the other, taking me deeper into all the facets in the storytelling. With skilled resources, the author does a great job of taking me along on this ride with enough suspense and intrigue to keep me moving forwards.”  Read more….

—Dru’s Book Musings

The Hollis Morgan Mystery series began with The Fallen Angels Book Club and continued with Sticks & Stones and The Return of the Fallen Angels Book Club.

“The two storylines are well fleshed out and Hollis is a character that you can’t help but feel close to. The Return Of The Fallen Angels Book Club is well crafted; the writing is top-notch.”


Sticks and Stones: “Readers are sure to be captured by this plot-twisting, exciting mystery. It is a real page turner and I certainly am going to keep reading this series.”

—Long and Short Reviews

The Fallen Angels Book Club: “This book is full of murder, mystery and of course mayhem. Thoroughly entertaining and a fast read, I can’t wait for the next book in the series. Excellent debut novel, Ms. James!”

—Nook Users’ Book Club

Hollis Morgan has come a long way since serving time for her ex-husband’s white-collar crimes. After receiving a state pardon, she is now a probate attorney at the Bay Area firm where she began as a paralegal. In a case close to home, her manager, George Ravel, inherits a fortune from his newly found birth mother, but her dead husband’s heirs are overcome with greed, not grief. They are determined to discredit her will and deny her natural son even one cent of the millions they believe should belong to their father’s estate.

George asks Hollis to handle the case, but her attention is divided. A dead woman has been discovered with Hollis’s business card—one that dates back to Hollis’s years on parole. The police don’t believe Hollis’s claim that she never met Olivia Shur. As it turns out, she did know the woman, only under another name. At the time of her death, Olivia Shur possessed a list that could end the careers and lives of several public officials and prominent businessmen. Copies of the list exist. Someone believes Hollis has one of them and will go to any extreme to obtain it.

To protect her friends and stay alive, Hollis turns to her ex-con buddies from the Fallen Angels Book Club. In this case, there are too many people on both sides of the law who are determined to see her stopped.

Says James, “The premise for The Trade List originated with a real-life crime case arising out of the 2008 financial crisis and the immunity given bank executives. Hollis is evolving as a character. No longer defensive about her past, she’s smart, confident and courageous.”

Franklin James grew up in the San Francisco East Bay Area and graduated from the University of California at Berkeley. She and her husband currently live in Northern California. Click here to find R. Franklin on the Web.

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Hollis was still smiling to herself as she waited in the police station lobby for Silva to call her back into his office. To make sure she was on time, she had driven straight there from Berkeley. Silva came to the double glass doors and waved her into a long hallway. They entered an interview room and sat across from each other.

Silva handed her a computerized report. “Your contact list.”

“Thank you.” She put the pages in her tote. “What were you able to find out?”

“This is an ongoing investigation, and I can’t discuss details, but we agree with you that there may be something to the message,” he said in a flat voice, his hands folded together on the table.

A shudder went through Hollis.

“Ah … what kind of something? I mean, am I in danger?”

“Is there a reason why you should be?”

Hollis was starting to feel irritated. She wasn’t willing to play guessing games with Robocop. “No, there isn’t. Look, did you find out anything or not?”

His demeanor relaxed. “You’re right. I’ll cut to the chase.” He picked up a pad of paper and read his notes. “Seven numbers were flagged in our screening net. Four belonged to your book club members, two are from phones with current service, and one is from a toss-away phone.”

She blinked. “Wow, that’s pretty good for just twenty-four hours.”

“Maybe you won’t have to write us off after all.” He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes had a teasing gleam. He looked at his notes. “Here’s where it gets tedious. We’re still going to follow up with all screened calls, but the toss-away we can’t do much about. We’re just going to have to wait for him to contact you again.” He glanced up when he heard her stifle a groan.

Hollis grinned sheepishly. “I just dread the thought of getting another one of these messages.”

Silva paused, assessing her. “Unfortunately, unless you do, or until we discover a victim, there is little more we can do here. This whole thing could be something completely innocent.”

She shrugged. “All right then, I guess I won’t take up any more of your time.”

“At this point all we can do is wait.”

“Great.” Hollis stood by the door and looked at him glumly. “Wait for a murder.”

Bygones, by Lisa K. Nielsen: A Unexpected Homecoming

bygonesLexi planned to settle her father’s estate and rush back to the city. She didn’t bargain on the pull of the past, including a blazing-hot guy named Joe.

Bygones ($15.95, 290 pp., ISBN: 978-1-60381-329-7), is a contemporary romance with elements of suspense by Lisa K. Nielsen. When her father dies, a young doctor returns home, where she finds both romance and danger.

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“Full of sexy banter and menacing intrigue…. Nielsen uses the braided narrative to keep the romance moving and the mystery compelling. Her characters are likable and believable, whether they are swapping classic novels or bonding over take-out. The novel is well paced, moving quickly into the dual conflict of romance and suspense.… Nielsen creates a small-town vibe where the ghosts of high school still haunt, gossip, and interfere. Fans of contemporary romance mixed with a mystery subplot will be happily sated with Bygones.”

—Camille-Yvette Welsch for ForeWord Reviews

“Lexi and Joe have tremendous depth and deep affections for one another. One can’t help but cheer for this couple, losing themselves in the fantasy of their two worlds colliding. With red hot romance and suspense that never wavers, Bygones is an exciting story that will leave one breathless until the very end!”  Keeping reading….

—Chantel Hardge for InD’Tale Magazine

“If you’re looking for a sweet escape with the perfect touch of sizzle, look no further. Part romance, part mystery, part psychological exploration of the voyage into adulthood, Bygones reminds readers that tragic events can have a silver lining and love is the greatest gift around.”

—Elena Hartwell, author of the Eddie Shoes Mystery series

Dr. Alexandra Hadley would prefer to leave small town life behind forever, but her father’s death forces her hand. In his will, he has left her his medical practice and Georgian-style mansion, and it is up to her to hire a new doctor and settle his estate. Fresh out of medical school, Lexi is happily settled in Chicago, doing research in tandem with her boyfriend. Brian, fifteen years older with impressive credentials and sophisticated tastes, has no interest in visiting her birthplace of Glenmore, Illinois.

Lexi soon discovers that home has its attractions, the first being the handsome contractor Joe Manning, her secret crush in high school. Seeing patients is also surprisingly satisfying. When Joe offers to remodel her father’s den, Lexi jumps at the chance to erase sad memories and become better acquainted with her gorgeous handyman. Even as the charms of Glenmore draw her in, a series of break-ins at her father’s house make her fear for her safety. Is the intruder searching for something other than valuables? And how determined is the culprit? Lexi finds her fragile happiness at risk, including her newfound love for Joe Manning.

Says the author, “I think everyone who has grown up and left their hometown wonders what it would be like to return as an adult, to function as a member of the community—especially if our imaginations are allowed to run wild. This is my ‘what if’ story.”

Lisa K. Nielsen was born and raised in West Dundee, Illinois, a small town forty-five miles northwest of Chicago. She graduated from Iowa State University with a degree in zoology, then studied to be a physician’s assistant in Iowa City. For many years now, she has worked in the field of urology, which allows her time to write and read. She e-published her first novel, At Second Sight, in August 2013. Lisa loves to travel is a long-suffering fan of all the Chicago sports teams. She also enjoys cooking, baking, and spending time with her dog. For more information, click here.

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“Wait a minute. I thought you were dating that dumb jock quarterback.”

“Kevin Whatley? Yeah, I was, but we broke up right before New Year’s. He was pissed because I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

Joe nodded solemnly. “He must have loved you very much.”

Lexi laughed and lightly punched him on the shoulder. “So, do you remember Amy Rodgers’ New Year’s Eve party?”

Joe stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Amy Rodgers … New Year’s Eve ….” He snapped his fingers. “Yes, Amy Rodgers’ New Year’s Eve party!”

Lexi rolled her eyes. “Okay, shut up. Well, Kevin was there and being an asshole, so I decided to piss him off by making out with you.”

Joe’s brow furrowed. “Was I at this party? Because I’m pretty sure I would have remembered making out with you.”

“You were there, but every time I saw you, you headed off in the other direction. You totally blew me off.”

“Well, that’s not how I remember it. I would have taken you up on your offer, but steroid boy Kevin would have beaten the shit out of me.”

Lexi laughed again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. “Oh, God. Please. You don’t even remember.”

“No, I do. I do remember.”

“Joe, it’s fine. You don’t have to humor me.”

Joe inched closer to her. “I’m not humoring you. And I can prove it.”

“Yeah? How?”

Joe closed his eyes for a moment. “You were wearing these tight black jeans with high-heeled boots.” He opened his eyes. “And this slinky sleeveless top that was all shiny and sparkly.”

Lexi gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

“And your blonde hair was all long and sexy and sleek, and you had some glittery stuff in it.”

Lexi flattened her palm on his chest. “Oh my God. You do remember.”

“Of course I do. I sorta had a crush on you too.”

Her breath caught as Joe’s eyes flashed. His chest was warm and firm beneath her palm. “No way.”

Joe leaned in and whispered, “Way.”

Lexi was mesmerized by his lips as they moved in on hers, feeling helpless to stop him. Not really wanting to stop him. He kissed her softly, his lips burning hot. She melted under them as he cupped the back of her head and stroked his tongue inside her mouth. Lexi moaned with need, her body tingling, surprised at her reaction. The last time she’d been instantly aroused by a kiss was … never.

Stroking her fingers up his chest, she wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him back. Their tongues tangled as they moved closer together. Her skin was hot and tight where Joe clutched her hip. What is going on with me? This never happened when she was with Brian. Oh, God! Brian!

Lexi tore her lips away from Joe’s. She moved her hand back to his chest, this time to gently push him away. “Joe, I can’t—”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Lexi met his gaze, her heart pounding. “No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed you back. It’s just that … I’m seeing someone.”