- Part 3

A New Series!

As many of you know I have a new series debuting in the Spring (and another one debuting in the Fall of 2015 – but we’ll say that one for another post : ) I’m happy to announce: A First Date with Death (A Love or Money Mystery) is now available for preorder! Buy Now Home Contact...

Destruction: A Vicente Domingo Intrigue

A NEW SHORT STORY, from the visiting PI in NURSING A GRUDGE For Anjie Thrasher what should have been a perfect night…rain, a hot new Spanish lover, news that she is finally free of her prenuptial arrange…ends in disaster. It was a risky case to begin with – Private Investigator, Vicente Domingo, knew Howard Thrasher had the money and power to crush him – worse – now he has the proof. Vicente’s must risk losing everything…before he loses his...

News Flash

New Series coming soon! I just signed a deal with Penguin USA for a new REALITY TV series, to be published soon. The fist in the series is FOR LOVE OR MONEY in which one of the contestants on a new Reality TV show plunges to his death while bungee jumping and an ex-cop may become a fan favorite by solving the crime…or die trying. And, as many of you may already know I have a new book coming out that I co-authored with NY Times Bestselling author Laura Childs. It’s the next installment of  the Scrapbooking Mystery Series. GILT TRIP will be released in October...

Guest post by Ada Madison (Camille Minichino)

Thanks to my good friend, Diana Orgain, for allowing me to enter her blogosphere! Full disclosure: when I visited here in March, I had just killed a librarian (in THE PROBABILITY OF MURDER, by my aka Ada Madison) and I got some well-deserved grief from blog visitors. I hope in the end, readers could see that Charlotte would still be alive if she had been ONLY a good librarian, but she had many dark secrets that contributed to her demise. Now the next book in the Professor Knowles series has been released. In A FUNCTION OF MURDER, I’ve killed the mayor of the town. Shall I wear body armor while you pummel me with hardcover books? It’s time to see who’s more popular, librarians or mayors. Will it be close? Here’s a snippet of A FUNCTION OF MURDER. All the graduation speeches and parties are over, and Sophie is happy to be meeting her boyfriend Bruce, a medevac pilot, for a late night stroll on campus. You can read the full first chapter on my website. Make a comment for a chance to win a copy of the book. From A FUNCTION OF MURDER Bruce assumed his ritual hunky stance as I approached the parking lot near Franklin Hall. He leaned against the front fender of his new black muscle car, his arms folded across his chest, his dark hair rustling in the slight breeze. All he needed to complete the picture were pointy leather boots and a cowboy hat, but instead he wore his usual off-duty khakis and a black polo shirt. I couldn’t see his grin, but...

Guest Post by Bodie Parkhurst

Good morning. I’m a stranger in these here parts. I feel like I should be wearing chaps, boots, six-guns, and a very large, very dirty hat. And maybe a shirt. Definitely a shirt. And I should have just pushed my way through wooden saloon doors, strode across the floor (thumping my heels down firmly, as one must do in cowboy boots) bellied up to the bar, and asked for a drink. Probably a Diet Coke, or an Arnold Palmer. And there you are, on the stool next to me, with your own Diet Coke, or Arnold Palmer, and we know it’s just a matter of time before somebody over at the card table growls, “You callin’ me a cheater?” And somebody else says, “Yup, I’m a’callin’ you a low-down dirty dog of a cheater.” And the first guy says, “Smile when you say that.” And then all heck breaks loose. But in the meantime here we are, our whistles adequately wetted with our beverage of choice, and we have decided conversation is desirable. And, since I’m the stranger in town as well as a closet narcissist, it’s gonna be all about me, me, me. The funny thing about this post so far is that it actually reflects a true thing about me, as well as my three sisters. We grew up on a ranch, to a father who probably needed sons but loved us anyway, and figured we could be just as useful if we developed our brains, since our biceps were letting us down. I spent a significant part of my life in trucks and tractors, and a...