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Larissa Reinhart’s Portrait of a Dead Guy Tour, Review and Giveaway

 

Portrait of a Dead Guy Tour

I’m so happy to be today’s tour stop on the Portrait of a Dead Guy Tour! Here’s a look at the book plus a chance to enter an awesome giveaway.
Portrait of a Dead Guy

Portrait of a Dead Guy
Series: A Cherry Tucker Mystery #1
Published:
Source: Purchased
My Rating: 4.5 out of 5

In Halo, Georgia, folks know Cherry Tucker as big in mouth, small in stature, and able to sketch a portrait faster than kudzu climbs telephone poles — but commissions are scarce. So when the well-heeled Branson family wants to memorialize their murdered son in a coffin portrait, Cherry scrambles to win their patronage from her small town rival.
As the clock ticks toward the deadline, Cherry faces more trouble than just a controversial subject. Between ex-boyfriends, her flaky family, an illegal gambling ring, and outwitting a killer on a spree, Cherry find herself painted into a corner she’ll be lucky to survive.

My Review:

If there’s such a thing as a chick-lit mystery, then Portrait of a Dead Guy fits right in. Cherry Tucker isn’t much of a detective…just a starving artist in small-town Georgia trying to make sure that she gets paid for the commission she worked so hard to get. The more she tries to finish her painting, the deeper Cherry gets sucked into the mystery of who killed one of Halo’s local sons.

Larissa Reinhart’s world building is so vivid that you can practically taste the sweet tea. Growing up in small Southern towns myself, the town and its inhabitants reminded me of my own childhood. It’s true what they say too, when you grow up in a small town, everyone knows everything about you and your family going back multiple generations. And poor Cherry has her own past actions (she’s been known to be a bit boy crazy) to live down. It doesn’t help that she’s a spitfire stuffed into a small packed with plenty of attitude to go around.

All the characters are well developed and filled with quintessential Southern charm (which you might call slight craziness). Throw in plenty of humor, a couple of hot hunks, and more twists and turns than a greased pig and I became an instant fan.

I can’t wait for book #2, Still Life in Brunswick Stew! Fortunately comes out in just a couple weeks-May 21, 2013. You need to make sure that it’s on your TBR too!

Available at:

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More about Larissa:

Larissa ReinhartLarissa Reinhart loves small town characters, particularly sassy women with a penchant for trouble. STILL LIFE IN BRUNSWICK STEW (May 2013) is the second in the Cherry Tucker Mystery Series. The first, PORTRAIT OF A DEAD GUY, is a 2012 Daphne du Maurier finalist, a 2012 The Emily finalist, and a 2011 Dixie Kane Memorial winner. Expect HIJACK IN ABSTRACT and a Cherry Tucker novella in THE HEARTACHE MOTEL out in November and December 2013.
She lives near Atlanta with her minions and Cairn Terrier, Biscuit. Visit her website; her expat blog; or find her chatting with the Little Read Hens on Facebook; at her Facebook page; Twitter; and Goodreads
Larissa Reinhardt’s
Portrait of A Dead Guy
Blog Tour Schedule
4/28- Love in A Book
4/29- Bianca2b
4/29- Fandom Fanatic
4/30- Book Monster Reviews
5/02- Literal Addiction
5/03- Books-n-Kisses
5/04- My Book Addiction
5/06- Mad Hatter Reads
5/07- Salacious Reads
5/08- United by Books
5/09- The Jeep Diva
5/11- Froggarita’s Bookcase

Larissa is giving away the following prizes on her tour:

Grand Prize: (1) $20.00 Visa Gift Card

Runner-Up: (1) eBook of Portrait of a Dead Guy

Blogroll: Mystery Writing is Murder

Using Pinterest for Pinspiration

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When I first heard of Pinterest, I wanted to cry. Another social networking site to use, learn, master? Can’t be done. It’s asking too much of me.

I can barely handle Twitter and Goodreads, and I’m not on the Facebook or Google Plus, Tumblr, LinkedIn, Instagram, Snapchat, StatWatch. (I made that last one up.) However, someone kindly took the time to show me what Pinterest truly was, and once I figured it out, and how it worked for me, I was hooked.

Pinterest is a way to organize all those beautiful pictures you see every day, from the delicious torte you’d love to make (but never will) to the beach you’d love to visit (and hopefully will). And for us creative types, it’s a visual playground of inspiration. In one weekend, I created boards for different aspects of my protagonist’s world. While Elliott Lisbon comes to life on the printed page, she’s viewed in vibrant color on the Pinterest page. [Read more...]

Blogroll: CRIMINALELEMENT.COM – Fresh Meat: Board Stiff by Kendel Lynn

Board Stiff by Kendel Lynn is the first book in the Elliott Lisbon humorous mystery series (available April 30, 2013).

BOARD STIFFAs director of the prestigious Ballantyne Foundation, Elliott Lisbon has her hands full. Not only is it her job to plan fundraisers and vet grant applicants, but the Ballantynes also expect her to fill their shoes as hosts whenever they’re away—a task that is often much trickier than it sounds:

Tod was helping me man the Bash in the absence of the Ballantynes, who were on safari in India. Or maybe it was mountain climbing in Pakistan. They entrusted me with their life’s work while away doing more life’s work. Tonight that included acting as one part host and one part referee.“So what’s up? Is Mr. Abercorn dancing naked on the tables again?”

“Not quite,” Tod said. “You have three fires to put out, though Jane is more of a firestorm of seething lava and flaming fireballs.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” I glanced at my watch. It was already past eleven, dreadfully late for a party that started at five. How did I miss seeing Nick Ransom for the last six hours? My lips tingled at the thought of him being so close. Traitors.

Tod snapped his fingers. “Hello, Elliott?”

“Right, melodramatic. Things can’t be that terrible, can they?”

“Jane is beheading board members, Mr. Colbert is serving guests from the canapés stuffed in his pockets, and Mrs. Kramer is singing with the band.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“They’re in the men’s room.”

Elliott’s also assigned with helping board members solve certain kinds of problems—ones police or press involvement would only serve to complicate. This part of the job is usually a piece of cake for Elliott; she does have a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice, after all, and is in the process of becoming a licensed PI, to boot. But Sam Spade, she’s not (at least not yet), so when the Ballantynes task her with solving the murder of eccentric board member Leo Hirschorn and exonerating prime suspect (and board chairwoman) Jane Hatting, she understandably balks at the request:

“About Jane,” Mr. Ballantyne continued. “I’m going to need your help sorting things out with the police.”“How can you possibly know about Jane? I heard not ten minutes ago.”

“The chief phoned me this morning, and I’ve just hung up with Jane. She assures me she has nothing to do with Leo’s murder, nothing at all, Elli, and I believe her. I need you on this one; I’m counting on your expertise. You’ve helped many a donor out of a pickle before, you can do it again!”

“But Mr. Ballantyne, this is a murder. I’m afraid I don’t have much expertise with those.” As I protested, my mind raced. I grabbed my notebook and started listing questions from yesterday’s excursion to Leo’s house: Why the mess? Where was Bebe?

“You can do it, my girl! Clear your plate. This is your top priority, your top priority, Elli. We owe Leo and we owe our Jane. I know you won’t disappoint me!”

I scribbled as we spoke: Police suspect Jane. Why? “I suppose I could poke around a bit. I don’t have any other inquiries at the moment.” How much harder could this be? A stolen golf cart, a missing brooch, a man shoved into a clock…My heart sank a bit as I thought of Leo. He definitely deserved better.

The Ballantynes have every faith Elliott can accomplish the task at hand, but Elliott suspects Leo’s murder will be more difficult to solve than the other cases she’s tackled. And as it turns out, she’s right. Her “client” is less than cooperative:

“Hi, Jane, it’s Elliott. Do you have a minute?”“No, Elliott, I don’t.”

“Great. I spent the afternoon with Leo’s neighbors. It seems you neglected to mention you were at Leo’s house the night of the murder.”

“Are you still pretending to be an investigator? I’m going to talk to Edward. You have too much time on your hands.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t ask one, Nancy Drew. Care to try again? I should warn you, I may hang up at any time.”

I spoke slowly. “Jane. Why didn’t you tell me. You were at Leo’s. On Saturday. After the party?”

“Because I wasn’t there. If you’ll excuse me—”

“No, I won’t excuse you. Leo’s neighbor saw you, Jane. Saw. You. Black Sebring, scarf in your hair, speeding away from the murder scene. A witness.”

“That’s ridiculous. That police detective tried to pull this same stunt at the station. The neighbor is obviously lying. I wasn’t there. Period.”

“Then where were you?”

“Look, Elliott, I’m not interested in playing this game with you.”

“It’s not a game. I’m trying to help you. I’m the only person trying to help you.”

“You’ll have to try harder than this,” she said and hung up on me.

The local police force—of which her ex-boyfriend is a member—seems determined to freeze Elliott out:

“Now, if you’ve finished mocking me, I’d like to get back to work.”He slowly picked up his jacket. “I’m not mocking you, Elliott. I’m serious. This investigation doesn’t concern you.”

“Have you not been listening? Of course it concerns me. You are questioning one board member about the murder of another. This isn’t a job, Ransom, it’s my life. The Ballantynes treat me like a daughter; they’re my only family. They were there for me when my parents died. You left. They were all I had. I won’t let you shred their reputation while you witch hunt my board. Besides, your chief called my chief last night.” I stabbed his chest with my finger. Twice. “I’m in this.”

Ransom stepped forward, his jaw tight. “What did you say?”

“Mr. Ballantyne asked me to find out who killed Leo Hirschorn and I’m going to.” So maybe not exactly what Mr. Ballantyne asked, I thought, but close enough. The extra investigation hours could go toward my PI license, and that also helped the Ballantynes. “I don’t answer to you. We’ve always had the cooperation of the Sea Pine Police, and based on my phone call, this won’t be any different.”

“It will be on my terms,” he said, an edge in his voice.

“If you’d like to think that, have at it. Now, when I said afternoons spent by the pool, I didn’t mean me. I have a job.” I walked along the path by the garden toward the front. “I really liked Lieutenant Sully,” I muttered.

“Maybe you’ll like me, too,” he said over my shoulder. “Just stay out of my way and we’ll be fine.”

“You do the same, Lieutenant.”

Her love life is in shambles (which proves more than a little distracting):

I placed my palm on his chest to push him back. I met a warm brick wall covered in silk. “Stop. We’re not doing this here.”“Doing what?” Matty asked, walking up to us. I dropped my hand, startled. “Hey Matty.”

Ransom remained two inches from me, but stretched out his hand to Matty. “Lieutenant Nick Ransom, Island Police Department, former Special Agent FBI. Ex-boyfriend and new neighbor of Red’s.”

“Mattias Gannon, Headmaster of Seabrook Prep,” Matty said. “And a very close friend of Elli’s.”

They shook hands. They held on too long. The men were nearly the same height and their eyes locked together tighter than their hands. Seconds ticked by, then they finally released.

“Well, I’m glad we cleared that up,” I said.

It was kind of interesting, actually. To see men stripped down to their natural competitive instincts. Both vying for the top prize. Which I think was me in this bizarre scenario, considering neither man actually wanted me. Matty and I weren’t even dating and Ransom had a girlfriend.

I put my hand on Matty’s arm. “We should be getting back.” I wanted to get out of there before the tension swallowed me whole.

Ransom tipped his head. “Of course. Have a good night.”

I felt his eyes searing into my backside as I steered Matty through the lobby and over to our table. The waiter had delivered fresh pots of coffee and slices of pineapple upside-down cake while we were gone. A perfectly centered pineapple ring and cherry topped each one. Pete and Kyra had already finished; only crumbs remained on their pale blue saucers.

“You failed to mention your new neighbor is your ex-boyfriend,” Matty said. He chopped off a slice of his cake, but didn’t eat it.

“He’s not my ex-boyfriend, Matty. We spent one night together. Maybe five. Well, not like the whole night, every night. We kissed, made out, rounded a few bases.” Jesus, Elliott, what are you saying? I stuffed a piece of cake in my mouth.

Matty wouldn’t even look at me. I felt my cheeks pink up.

Which made me think of Ransom, which made them pink up another shade. Five more minutes and my head would explode.

“What did you mean by ‘we’re not doing this here’?”

“I didn’t mean anything, Matty. He’s probably on a date for Pete’s sake.”

“You’re on a date for Pete’s sake.”

A date? The stomach slivers returned. How did I miss that signal?

And then there are the other assorted and sundry hiccups she encounters over the course of her inquest:

I went to grab my handbag from the dining room and noticed it sat on a massive glob of puff paint. The entire back side was soaked in blue and stuck to the table. Like dried macaroni on a pencil cup. With a solid yank, the purse came loose but my elbow cracked into the Cookie Corral. It toppled to the floor, hitting the wall on its way down.Holy shit and OH MY GOD.

Dust floated everywhere and covered everything. The carpet, the drapes, the table, the wall. I started to choke. Air and sound battled for release. Breathe or scream? Breathe or scream? Panic crept from my toes to my fingertips. I stared at a large broken shard covered in Leo dust.

My fingers shook. I couldn’t think and I couldn’t look away.

The dust on the floor wasn’t dust. It was Leo. Literally Leo.

Ten seconds slid by, then twenty. I stared in horror, torn between doing the right thing and the wrong thing. Only I had no idea which was the right thing and which was the wrong. Other than Bebe simply could not find out about this. Nor could Mr. Ballantyne. Or any person I ever met, saw, or even thought about.

When it comes right down to it, though, the Ballantynes were right to put their faith in Elliott. Elliott’s not just a charity director or a social host or a disastrous dater or a fledgling private eye—she’s all of these things. Elliott Lisbon is a Renaissance woman, dammit, and that makes her uniquely suited for the task at hand. Renaissance women know how to throw good parties, but as it turns out, they’re also perfectly capable of catching cold-blooded killers; it simply takes determination and a little chutzpah—two things the Ballantyne Foundation’s director has in spades.

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Spotlight: Board Stiff

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BOARD STIFFTitle: Board Stiff
Author: Kendel Lynn
Genre: Mystery
Publication Date: April 30, 2013
Publisher: Henery Press

Synopsis:
As director of the Ballantyne Foundation on Sea Pine Island, SC, Elliott Lisbon scratches her detective itch by performing discreet inquiries for Foundation donors. Usually nothing more serious than retrieving a pilfered Pomeranian. Until Jane Hatting, Ballantyne board chair, is accused of murder. The Ballantyne’s reputation tanks, Jane’s headed to a jail cell, and Elliott’s sexy ex is the new lieutenant in town.

Armed with moxie and her Mini Coop, Elliott uncovers a trail of blackmail schemes, gambling debts, illicit affairs, and investment scams. But the deeper she digs to clear Jane’s name, the guiltier Jane looks. The closer she gets to the truth, the more treacherous her investigation becomes: a brutal attack on her own suspect and the murder of a witness. With victims piling up faster than shells at a clambake, Elliott realizes she’s next on the killer’s list.

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Mrs. MRM reviews Susan Boyer’s “Lowcountry Boil”

LOWCOUNTRY BOILI just finished reading Susan Boyer’s Lowcountry Boil, and I am experiencing a severe case of PBW – Post Book Withdrawal! I haven’t had as much time for reading as I would like recently, but this book made me want to steal every minute possible to read. I was a bit hesitant at first as I am not usually a big fan of paranormal story lines, but the depth of characterization made every character (even the ghost) strong and relatable. Plus, if you’ve ever visited or lived in the Charleston area, you know it is almost impossible to experience the city and its barrier islands without feeling the ghosts of the past looking over your shoulder. Every time I found a minute to read, I found myself slipping into the warm sea air of Stella Maris, and I instantly felt like an island insider. In this fantastic debut, Boyer does a lovely job of maintaining tension while developing sympathetic, identifiable characters. Any small town southerner would be hard-pressed not to see someone they “know” in this book. She kept me guessing right up until the end, but in hindsight all the clues were there. It was smart, funny, and overall a very enjoyable read. I am impatiently waiting her next book and another Liz Talbot adventure!

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Book Review: LynDee Walker’s Front Page Fatality by Jessica

 

FRONT PAGE FATALITYTitle: Front Page Fatality
Author: LynDee Walker
Genre: Mystery
Series: Yes / Book 1
Rating: 5 out of 5

Richmond Telegraph crime reporter, Nichelle Clark, dreams of working for The Washington Post, however; she has yet to make an impression on them. Steadily working her beat, she’s never far from her police scanner in hopes of chasing the story that will give her the break she needs. When a drug dealer is found murdered, police are quick to assume it was a vigilante behind it, but nothing about the crime scene makes sense. Nichelle’s given a key piece of evidence and begins some overwhelming research, only to realize that everything is not what it seems to be. [Read more...]

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What to Read Wednesday

Time for What to Read Wednesday! Today we have LynDee Walker in the hot seat! She’s here to tell us about her book Front Page Fatality: A Nichelle Clarke Headlines in Heels Mystery ( just love that title).

LYNDEE WALKERLynDee is also giving away one signed e-card, which is good for a download of her novel for any device the winner chooses. So please leave your email address with your comment and at the end of the day we’ll pick a winner who will be contacted for their mailing address. WOOT WOOT!

Let’s get started!

Welcome to What to Read Wednesday! I’m excited to have you here. What five words best describe you?

Thanks so much for having me, Christine! I’m excited to be here today! Oh, goodness, five words. Talkative. Fun. Real. Mom. Dreamer.

If we lifted the cushions on your couch what would we find?

Popsicle wrappers! My children adore the popsicles that come in those plastic tubes, and they stuff the wrappers into the couch rather than walk ten feet to the trash can.

Kids…they are a blessing and a curse! lol Do you prefer to read with an e-reader or to read “real” books?

It depends. I love my kindle when I’m traveling, because I can carry hundreds of books in my handbag. But nothing beats the feel and smell of a book in my hands. Especially an antique one.

What genre (s) do you write?

Humorous mystery and women’s fiction.

Why did you choose that particular genre?

I guess because those are the genres I gravitate toward most as a reader. There are books I love from almost every genre, but those are the two I love best. My WF has a bit of magical realism, too, which is also something I like to read.

Share the blurb from Front Page Fatality: A Nichelle Clarke Headlines in Heels Mystery.

Crime reporter Nichelle Clarke’s days can flip from macabre to comical with a beep of her police scanner. Then an ordinary accident story turns extraordinary when evidence goes missing, a prosecutor vanishes, and a sexy Mafia boss shows up with the headline tip of a lifetime. As Nichelle gets closer to the truth, her story gets more dangerous. Armed with a notebook, a hunch, and her favorite stilettos, Nichelle races to splash these shady dealings across the front page before this deadline becomes her last.

What’s something about your book that makes it stand out from others in the same genre?

I think Nichelle is a bit different from a lot of other heroines, because while she’s smart and sassy, she’s also very independent and can definitely take care of herself.

What’s a favorite line from your book that you’re proud of?

But that’s the thing about dead people: they can’t warn you to keep your nose out of things that are going to put your ass in danger.

Nice one! Tell us the thing you like most about your hero.

Because of the above mentioned independence, I’m not certain I really have a hero. I have a few sexy male characters with hero potential, maybe, but Nichelle is definitely the star of this story.

Fair enough…I like the idea of hero potential. Tell us what you like most about your heroine :)

The things I like most about her are her tenacity and wit.

Did you have to do a lot of research for this book and if so how did you go about it?

I know newspapers and reporting inside and out, but I had to do some interesting research for the mystery. Drug trafficking, Mafia families … I must be on some FBI watch list for some of the things I googled! I also got into the trunk of a friend’s car to make sure one scene was properly executed.

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Love it LynDee! Please share an excerpt from Front Page Fatality: A Nichelle Clarke Headlines in Heels Mystery.

“Have a seat.” Aaron cleared a stack of paper off a black plastic chair in his cluttered closet of an office. An ever-changing collection of maps, photos, and notes made it impossible to guess the color of the walls, and the small metal desk was buried under piles of manila case file folders. Judging by the detectives’ offices, Richmond was a downright dangerous place to live.  His gray upholstered chair rocked backward as he settled into it and looked at me expectantly, the genial manner that made him the department’s king of confessions evident in the smile that lit his round face. Aaron’s charm was his central talent. He had a real gift for getting people to talk to him, and was nearly as good at keeping his own hand close.  Often, reporters left his office with little or nothing, and felt like they’d somehow been done a favor. Not me. Usually, anyway. Aaron and I had a nice little groove where he tried to bullshit me, I called him on it, and then we bantered until I talked him out of some actual information. It wasn’t personal. It was the job. Personally, I liked Aaron, and the feeling seemed to be mutual.  “Who is our unfortunate friend who was shot in the head?” I asked.  Aaron flipped a page on a legal pad. “Darryl Anthony Wright, African-American male, age twenty-five. Formerly a resident of cellblock seven at Cold Springs.”  I jotted that down and pulled the police report on the Noah Smith murder from my bag. “Are you guys looking for some kind of Charles Bronson wannabe?”  He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and chuckled. When he looked up, his hand slid down his face so his fingers rested over his lips and muf- fled the first part of his answer.  “Not pulling any punches today, I see. But I think so.” His hand dropped to the desk and he shook his head. “I can’t say anything for sure without ballistics.”  “When is the report supposed to be back?” I smiled as I scrawled his words into my notes. That was easier than I thought. It took about thirty-five seconds to figure out why.  Ignoring my question, Aaron cocked his head to one side and grinned. “This whole damned thing is about to turn into a giant pain in my ass, isn’t it?”  I arched an eyebrow. His Detective Adorable routine was usually reserved for the TV crews. I waited, eyebrow up, for him to go on.

Great blurb! What’s the best advice you were given on your road to publication?

Never give up! Publishing is a business, and you can be a good writer but not have a hugely marketable product for many reasons. Keep learning, honing your craft, and seeking honest feedback. And if this is really your dream, hang on with both hands, because writing is a necessity for a writer, but publishing can be a brutal business sometimes.

Did anything surprise you about the publishing process?

In the beginning, everything did! I thought you just wrote a book and wrapped it up and sent it to New York and it magically showed up in Barnes and Noble. (Why are you laughing?) But I educated myself about the way the business works over a period of several years, all the while writing new projects and polishing FRONT PAGE FATALITY. From the moment I signed my contract, I have been nothing but happy with the home I found for Nichelle (and myself). Henery Press is top-notch.

I’ve heard wonderful things about Henery Press…congrats on working with them! Would you give us a sneak peek into what your current WIP is?

Which one? I’ve *just* finished the rough draft of Nichelle’s second mystery adventure, which I’m tentatively calling Buried Leads, and am beginning to revise it. She’s poking around in backroom political deals, a prostitution ring, and assorted other shady situations. There are laughs, gasps, and more sexy men. Plus, fantastic shoes—and chocolate! I’m also about to start at Nichelle Clarke novella for an anthology with two other fabulously funny authors: Terri L. Austin and Larissa Reinhart. I’m excited to get into that. I’ve never written a novella, so wish me luck!

For sure…GOOD LUCK! And finally, where can we find you and your book(s)?

I am online every day: catch up with me at www.lyndeewalker.com, like my author page on Facebok at www.facebook.com/lyndeewalkerbooks, fan me on goodreads at www.goodreads.com/lyndee_walker, or follow me on Twitter @LynDeeWalker. As for the book, it’s everywhere!

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Kobo, iBooks, or your favorite independent bookseller.

Thank you for joining me today LynDee! I’m so glad you visited and we got the chance to get to know you and learn about your fabulous sounding book :) !

Thanks again for having me!

 

Blogroll: Huff Post Books

Shrimp, Grits and Murder

by Chef John Malik

Are you looking for a clever murder mystery? One with a unique sense of place and enough quirky characters to make the cast of The Big Bang Theory take notice? Can you deal with a ghost as a central character? And I don’t mean a ghost in the traditional sense, one that fades in and out on a whisper and holds the same mass as the aromatic vapors of a warm chicken pot pie. Nope. This ghost comes and goes when summoned, holds conversations with a dear friend and plays an integral part in a tightly knit crime drama. If you can let yourself go long enough to enjoy the preposterousness of the ghost of a 17 -year-old sworn to protect the fictional island of Stella Maris, just north of Charleston, S.C., then you’re going to love Lowcountry Boil, the debut novel of Susan M. Boyer. [Read more...]

Hen House Holiday Sale!!

Ho Ho Ho!  It’s a Hen House Holiday Sale on the entire Henery Press Mystery Collection thru Jan. 13th.

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Save up to 80%, so load up that kindle or nook little chickens…

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Blogroll: Change the World

book review: diners, dives & dead ends

Action-packed from page one with unexpected twists and turns along the way, Terri L. Austin’s Diners, Dives & Dead Ends offers plenty of intrigue for fans of mystery — and a little romance.  Rose Strickland is a 24-year-old who is working at Ma’s Diner and taking a couple of classes at her community college while she figures out what she wants from life. Formerly a child of privilege, her life circumstances are different than the ones her parents planned for her.

Life already off track, it goes even farther off the deep end when her best friend Axton shows up at the diner and asks her to hold on to his backpack for him. He then goes missing. Rose must turn to her long-time friends and new ones as she tries to find him. [Read more...]

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