Monday, September 22, 2014

A Murder State of Mind: Deadly Secrets by Jude Pittman

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NRBS1JQ
Kelly McWinter, a retired cop who suffered a personal tragedy has been coming to grips with his personal grief and is once again feeling the pull to return to law enforcement. That decision escalates when he and Jake find one of the Hideaway’s favorite characters dead on the floor of the flea market.

Coincidences, the emergence of a secret life, a treasure, an heiress searching for her birth mother and the ulterior motives of some of the Creek’s own citizens all have Kelly scrambling to uncover the truth before his best friend ends up being convicted of a crime that Kelly is positive he didn’t commit.

Previously published as The Indian Creek Texas mysteries

"DEADLY SECRETS kept me guessing. Just when I thought I knew "whodunit," I'd turn the page and discover someone new with the means, motive and opportunity. If you like an entertaining mystery that will confound you until the very end, DEADLY SECRETS is for you. I highly recommend it and look forward to more from this talented storyteller." ~ 5 out of 5 stars, Marilyn Miller "Mystery Maven" 



 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

99 Cent Sale ~ Her Proper Scoundrel by A.M. Westerling

Threatened with an unwanted marriage, Lady Josceline Woodsby escapes London to take a position as a country governess. When she discovers the job is no longer available, Josceline vows she will do anything to avoid returning to her previously dismal life - even if it means coercing the ruthless Captain Sharrington into providing her with employment.

Spurned by a father he never knew and sent off to sea at a very young age, Christopher Sharrington leaves a promising naval career determined to make his own mark on society as owner of a shipping enterprise. The only problem is, hiring the alluring Lady Woodsby as governess for children he doesn’t even have, is definitely not part of his future plans.

Josceline soon realizes Christopher is under the mistaken impression her social connections will help him attain his dream. Will he cast her out when he determines she is more a hindrance than a help? And what of the devastating secret he harbors? Will it destroy any chance they have of building a future together?

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008MEV1BS/

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

99 Cent Sale ~ Running Scared by Cheryl Wright, with excerpt and trailer



Emma Larkin is running for her life – nowhere is safe. 
  
Stalked by her husband's killers, and desperate to protect her young daughter, Emma must find what the killers are looking for before she becomes their next victim. 

When undercover cop, Gary Bedford, planned a relaxing break, he hadn’t counted on bumping into Emma. Now he can't resist the temptation to discover all her secrets.

But should Emma trust her life and heart to Gary Bedford?

Can they solve the mystery surrounding her husband’s death – and uncover his deadly secret?  


"Secrets, treachery and Gary’s exuberant family are woven together into this brilliantly written suspense-filled romance." ~ Margaret Tanner, Author of Lauren's Dilemma and A Mortal Sin



Excerpt:



What did we do to deserve this? Emma Larkin sat on Sally’s bed assessing the damage. The padded bed head had been slashed, clothes were hanging out of drawers, even the toy box had been up-ended.

“I thought we’d get away from all this,” she said, to herself more than to her four-year-old daughter.

Tears slowly trickled down her face as she picked up Sally’s music box, trying to put the broken toy back together. What they’d do now, she had no idea.

The local police had been of no help. This was way out of their league.

She’d left what little family they had back in Melbourne. She had absolutely no one to turn to.

The move to the countryside was a last ditch effort to get their lives back on track. All this upheaval had achieved very little Emma decided.

“Don’t cry, Mummy,” the little girl told her, reaching out to give her mother a hug. “We can clean up the mess, and Uncle Coop will fix the music box if I ask him.”

Sally planted a big sloppy kiss on her mother’s cheek before settling herself comfortably on Emma’s lap.

“Four days in a new town, a new home, and already...” Emma quietly sobbed.

Life had changed dramatically since her husband’s murder two years ago.



* * * *



            “But mummy, I liked that house,” Sally said, pouting. “Why did we have to move again?”

            Emma sighed, but explained patiently, “The bad people found us again, Sally. We couldn’t stay there any longer.”

            Sally thought about it for a moment. “So does that mean the bad people can’t find us now? Can we stay here forever?” Sally looked to her mother for reassurance. “I like this place. Please can we stay? Please?”

            “Sure,” Emma answered. “We’ll stay. We’ll make it so they can’t find us again.” Emma smiled at Sally with renewed confidence.

            This large country town was the answer to their prayers she was sure. She’d been so wrong in choosing small towns before. It was too hard to hide – everyone knew everyone. But Bairnsdale was large enough that they would blend in. Their arrival wouldn’t even be noticed.

            The brown hair dye was a nice touch. There was nothing like flaming red hair to make a person stand out.



* * * *



Taking a long drag on his cigarette, Gary Bedford sat on the steps of the Rotunda at the Main Street Gardens in Bairnsdale. Between assignments, his favorite past time was to come to these gardens and watch the local talent.

Women didn’t seem to go much for cops. And undercover cops? That was a whole different story. Gone for weeks on end depending on the assignment, finding yourself in dangerous or life threatening situations; chicks just don’t go for it.

Naturally there had been the occasional girlfriend, but they never seemed to work out. They just didn’t like his life-style. And when they found out his two brothers were private investigators, that was the absolute end.

A family fraught with danger—that’s what one girl told him—so at thirty-two, Gary was still single and not entirely unhappy about the situation.

Life as an undercover cop wasn’t easy.

Smoke drifted from his cigarette as Gary watched a small girl running along the lush grass with a twenty-something babe close on the young girl’s heels. The bountiful flowerbeds scattered amongst the trees provided a colorful backdrop. He looked the young woman over more thoroughly as she came toward him.

Her skin seemed to pale against her long brown hair, and her above average height accentuated by her long legs. As the wind came up, her white over-shirt flapped open revealing a scarlet tank top and black bike shorts.

Families picnicked, children played and dogs barked while adults talked or just relaxed. Gary had seen days like this before, but today he was oblivious to everything as he watched the young woman’s disheveled hair drift about in the warm breeze.

He stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette on the step and stumbled down the steps of the Rotunda.

“Oh boy,” he scolded himself as he collided heavily with the young woman.

She gasped for breath after having the wind knocked out of her by the impact. She grabbed at his shirtfront trying to get her balance.

How could he have been so damned careless?

The object of his attention scowled at him as he reached out trying to steady her but she flicked his hands away. He watched helplessly as she bent forward, her hands on her knees, still gasping for air.

Gary silently observed her eyes scanning his body. From experience, he knew the first thing she’d notice would be his unusual height. Six foot five got everyone’s attention. He reached up and ran his hand over his chin. Damn! He hadn’t shaved this morning—today, of all days. At least he’d tied his hair back in a ponytail.

She stared into his eyes. Hers narrowed with rage while she checked him out. Her eyes slid to his open denim shirt, lingered on his chest before sliding down, momentarily settling on his belly, and then drifted to his crotch. Damn her—she even checked out his... Nah, she wouldn’t do that—would she?

Her appraisal continued, focusing on his jeans—his threadbare jeans. Gary groaned inwardly. Why did he have to dress like a slob on his days off? At least he wore his cowboy boots...

Gary glanced at his feet. Oh God, thongs!



 

99 Cent Sale ~ Lynx by Connie Vines, with excerpt


With a dangerous reputation for taking chances and tempting fate, rugged cowboy Lynx Maddox had one goal in life--to win the coveted Silver Buckle rodeo championship. But when he sets eyes on lovely Rachel Scott, he becomes determined to capture her as well. 

Rachel traveled the circuit with her famous rodeo rider dad until his fatal accident in the arena.  Now, she wants nothing to do with that world--or the men who risk their lives for one brief moment of glory.  But her attraction to Lynx becomes too powerful to deny… and his unexpected gentleness too seductive to resist. . .

Previously published as Ride a Wild Heart

H.O.L.T. Medallion Finalist, Orange Rose Finalist, Colorado Gold 2nd Place

Fool for Love 2nd Place, and Award of Excellence Winner.




Excerpt:

“Charlene you’re my best friend. Please talk me out of doing this.”

Charlene adjusted a sequined pocket on her purple western shirt and replied, “Naw. You made the promise.”

Rachel gave her friend a meaningful glance.  "Of course I did.  I thought Lynx was delirious."

"Well, he wasn't," Charlene, replied.

"No kidding."

"You'll do just fine, honey.  Going to the rodeo’ll do you a world of good.  You’ll enjoy seeing Lynx ride--it's a once-in-a-lifetime event.  Besides, the sparks shooting off around the two of you would supply enough electricity to light up the arena."

Rachel felt her cheeks warm.  So her friend wouldn't notice, she bent down to slide her foot into a grey boot.  "Lynx is attractive.  I won't deny it, but that's beside the point." 

"Rachel!  You can't hide from the world forever."

Ignoring her friend's outburst, Rachel reached for her other boot and sat down.  Looking her friend straight in the eye, she said."Charlene, I've sworn off men, remember?  The last thing I need is for another dead-end relationship." 

"Any woman in her right mind wouldn't miss a chance to watch the “Wildcat” in action," Charlene reasoned.

"During what?" Rachel asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Charlene gave a wicked smile.  "Now, you know what I mean."

"Yes I do, and that is exactly what I'm trying to avoid.  I don't want to spend any more time with Lynx."

"Don't want to, or are afraid to?"

"Both."

"You'll have a good time, honey."

I haven't been to a rodeo since--"

"My point exactly.  That was eight years ago.  It's time you got inside the arena again.  Most rodeo rides go off without a hitch."

Rachel gnawed her lower lip for a moment.  "I know you're right, Charlene."

"Besides, honey, you know how I am--I'll drive you plumb crazy if you don't go."

Slanting a quick glance at Rachel, Charlene gauged the effect of her words, and then continued to plead her case.  "Lynx is easy on the eyes, honey real easy."

Rachel laughed.  "Good try, Charlene.  But you’ll forget all about Lynx Maddox soon enough.  And so will I."

"Is that a fact?  What happens when you start remembering the details?  The look in that cowboy's eyes was red-hot.  Didn't your blood start to sizzle when he looked at you at the honky-tonk?  You'll go to your grave wondering how that man kisses."

"Good heavens!"  Rachel snapped, uncomfortable at how close Charlene came to the mark.  "You’re sex-obsessed.  Lynx Maddox is a rodeo cowboy not some western god."

Running her hand up at the back of her neck, Rachel kneaded the muscle, hoping to ease the tightness.  A cord of apprehension seemed to secure itself there before inching down her spine.  Her friend was right.  She did need to get on with her life.  She couldn't keep expecting shadows to cover her world.  She'd never been close to her parents, but her father's death had left a deep hole in her life.  Phantom grief for the father (and for the relationship, which never existed), was how she thought of it.  Perhaps attending the rodeo would be a good first step to her letting go of the past.

"You're right, Charlene, I can't avoid my past forever.  And a promise is a promise.  What time does the bull riding start?"

Charlene let out a whoop of delight.  "If we get a move on it, we'll see the first series of rides."

                                                                                                #

Half an hour later, Rachel climbed up the bleachers to the arena.  It looks like the entire town had turned out for the  event. Charlene patted Rachel's hand and tossed her purse on a vacant section of splintering white bench.  She tugged on Rachel sleeve and pointed across the arena.  "Look, honey, there's Lynx!”

The rodeo was well underway by then and Rachel scanned the circle of cowboys by the catch pens.  She spied Lynx, off to one side away from the others.  Her heart thumped against her ribs.  She might as well admit it--she wanted to see Lynx again.  She liked looking at him.  Watching him.  But from a distance--where it was safe.

He moved with confidence, sureness just this side of arrogance.  His walk was a cowboy's deliberate, rolling gait as he headed toward the chute.  In spite of her best intentions, Rachel couldn't tear her eyes off of him.

                                                                                #

Lynx felt a kick of surprise as he watched Rachel climb the bleachers.  She stood perfectly still for a moment, scanning the arena.  He studied her, letting his gaze scrutinize her in considerable detail.  Her black hair gleamed in a single braid, dangling over her red shirt and the swell of her breasts.  Her tight blue jeans outlined the sweet sway of her hips.

The noise of the arena faded.

Without conscious invitation, he remembered how he'd been drawn to those legs the night before.  The western skirt she'd worn then had shown off trim ankles and shapely calves, that had made him sit up and take notice.  Today he would have to contend with her curves, too.

Lynx swallowed past the dryness in his throat.

Predictable as Texas heat, his body stirred in reaction.  He remembered the way her body had pressed against his at the honky-tonk.  Her hand had rested momentarily against his arm, searing his skin, sending erotic messages all through his tensed muscles.  He'd spread his fingers on her back and drawn her close as he guided her around the dance floor.  Her exhaled breath had made a tiny, sensual sound.  The floral elegance of her perfume had teased him.  She'd caught her lip between her teeth, and looked down at the floor.  Her hand trembled when she let go of him.

He hadn't expected Rachel to come to the rodeo, Lynx realized.  Now, watching her lean near her friend and smile in his direction, Lynx didn't know what he felt.

Lynx was aware of a surge of masculine hope replacing common sense.

Rachel's long hair glistened blue-black in the harsh sunlight.  His fingers itched to release the braid and tangle themselves in the silky, softness of those tresses.

Charlene Davis slid close to Rachel.  Waving frantically with one hand and holding onto Rachel's arm with the other, Charlene shouted, "You-hoo, Wild Cat, we're over here!"


 

Monday, September 15, 2014

99 Cent Sale ~ The Bookstore Lady by Diane Bator

Wild Blue Mysteries
 

Danny Walker is tracking Paulina Chourney who fell deep into the dark side of life and is lucky to get out before her boyfriend Maddox kills her. She escapes Maddox and arrives in a small town, which she sees as a blessing in disguise since the men she worked for would never think to look for her in a lazy, backwater place like Packham. She changes her name to Katie Mullins, makes a deal on a little bookstore and joins a local writing group then successfully fades into anonymity. Until Danny Walker shows up to visit family and figures out who she is. 

When Paulina catches her 80-year-old landlady Hilda Clayton sneaking out in the middle of the night, the bad guys catch up to her and Danny disappears. Katie has to choose between spending her life on the run or standing up to face her past. Hopefully before the quirky townsfolk turn her death into a spectacle.