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Prams and Poison (Maternal Instincts Mystery Series: Book Nine) Sneak Peek – Chapter Three

From Prams and Poison  Chapter Three Despite the slight chill in the air, it was a glorious day. The sky was the perfect crystal blue you only find in California, and even Paula’s spirits seemed to soar as we hurried past the packed out dog park at Alamo Square Park. “You brought Paws here yet?” I asked, gesturing toward the running dogs. “Just once,” she said, “but I need to come back. He had so much fun meeting the other dogs. That’s actually how I met Glenn and struck up the conversation about the upcoming renovation. He was waiting for his bus, and I was out with Paws.” We reached Postcard Row on Steiner Street, and Paula laughed giddily. “I just can’t believe I was even considered for one of these jobs,” she said as we took in the Victorian architecture and bright colors—buttercream yellow, light and dark blue, bright red and faded burgundy, mint green. She motioned toward one of the houses, where a light-haired man paced in front of a garage. “That’s Glenn, with the black sweater.” She waved as we approached, and he raised an eyebrow at her as if daring her to explain the delay. “I was beginning to worry you weren’t coming,” he called as we crossed the street, threading our way through the multitude of tourists and locals who had come to gander at Postcard Row on such a beautiful day. But Paula maintained perfect poise and professionalism. “I wasn’t coming,” she said, “until you texted. I thought Carrie had canceled the meeting, but once I got your message, I figured I’d better...

Dying for Gold (Gold Strike Mysteries: Book One) Sneak Peek – Chapter Three Continued

Did you miss Chapter One? Did you miss  Chapter Two? Did you miss part one of Chapter Three? From Dying for Gold  Chapter Three Continued Even though I tried to focus on her chatter, my mind was on the bloody shoe. When we turned the corner to Jason’s block, a chill crept up my spine. What exactly was I going to do with the shoe if I found it? We entered the alley, and a cat hissed at us, then ran off. A black cat no less. Wendy screeched, “Bad luck!” I poked her in the ribs. “Don’t worry about that. It’s the neighbor’s cat.” I said it to calm her down, but the truth was I was superstitious too. The alley was curiously clean. There were no drops of blood like before. It was as if someone had scrubbed the concrete clean. I flipped open the lid of the black garbage can. There was no shoe. There wasn’t anything, not even garbage. “How weird! It was here,” I said to Wendy. “Where?” she asked. “The place is spotless. Garbage pickup isn’t until Monday,” I said. “Somebody must have picked it up,” she answered. I looked through the other bins quickly. The recycling and compost bins were half-full and seemed the same as before. “It doesn’t make any sense. Does it?” “No,” she said. “It doesn’t make sense that you would drag me out here to look at an empty trash can.” I poked her shoulder for her to be quiet, but she was just getting started. “It’s like the time you hauled me over to the Dress Stop...

Dying for Gold (Gold Strike Mysteries: Book One) Sneak Peek – Chapter Three

Did you miss Chapter One? Did you miss  Chapter Two? From Dying for Gold  Chapter Three I screamed as someone grabbed me from behind. The light in the Wine Jug was nonexistent. Okay, you could see, but barely. I always did better after my eyes had a chance to adjust, but Ginger and Wendy tackled me before that happened. Ginger giggled. “What are you so skittish about?” she shouted over the band, Oro Ignited, which was playing on the small stage in the corner of the bar. Wendy dragged me to their table and poured me a glass of a local white Zinfandel. The golden hills of California were fast becoming a mecca for small wineries that couldn’t afford the high real estate prices in Napa and Sonoma counties. It seemed that every day a new tasting room was popping up, and we were the happy beneficiaries. The wine was a bit too sweet for my taste, but it was cold, and I wasn’t in a complaining mood. “I found a bloody shoe in Jason’s trash.” Ginger frowned. “Was it an old shoe or what? What do you mean bloody?” “It was a man’s shoe. New shoe. Expensive. It looked like there were drops of blood on it. I told Jason about it, and when he went to check it out, it was gone.” Wendy refilled her wine glass. “Who cares about an old shoe? What happened with Jason? Did he pop the question or what?” I shook my head, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Ginger reached for my hand. “It’s going to happen, honey. Be patient.” I nodded, trying to...

Dying for Gold (Gold Strike Mysteries: Book One) Sneak Peek – Chapter Two Continued

Did you miss Chapter One? Did you miss part one of Chapter Two? From Dying for Gold  Chapter Two Continued He pinched the bridge of his nose as if the mere thought of groceries or anything to do with cooking gave him a migraine. “I dunno.” “It’s okay. I can poach the eggs.” I grabbed a pot and filled it with water as I brought him up to speed on the success of the sale and the overall events of the day. I ended with telling him that Dale Meyers was making life a living hell for the Living History Day. Jason sipped his wine, then groaned. “Dale’s a nightmare. He’s making my life miserable too.” “How’s that?” I asked. Jason looked like his thoughts were a million miles away, then he said suddenly, “I’ve been so busy I probably haven’t even told you yet, but my department head got transferred and now I report directly to Dale. It’s him who’s going to decide if I get promoted or not.” “Oh, Dale’s not so bad. I thought you guys got along. Wasn’t he the one who hired you?” Jason was a computer engineer who did his best work uninter‐ rupted. It was sheer misery for him to go into an office and meet with the business team, but once he and Dale met, Dale had arranged for Jason to telecommute, and Jason hadn’t stepped foot into the Sacra‐ mento branch in ages. Jason paled. “Yeah. Seems like a long time ago, though. A lot’s changed.” He suddenly looked depressed. “Why don’t you go work on your project while I...

Dying for Gold (Gold Strike Mysteries: Book One) Sneak Peek – Chapter Two

Did you miss Chapter One? From Dying for Gold  Chapter Two At six p.m., we finally ushered everyone out of the store. Three cases of champagne later, we’d rung in one of our best nights for fine jewelry. Dad was grudgingly pleased, even if gold had taken a back seat to fine stones for one day. Ginger was beside herself, squealing every three minutes. “We need to go out and celebrate!” “I have a date with Jason,” I said, pressing my hand against my tummy to quell the butterflies. Tonight could be the big night! “Right, right,” Ginger said. She glanced over at Wendy. The two never went out without me, but it seemed that the day had been so successful that they might be gearing up for it. “Well, do you want to get a glass of Chardonnay with me over at the Wine Jug?” Wendy shrugged. “Sure, why not? I’ve tolerated you all day. I might as well tolerate you a little longer.” Ginger giggled as if Wendy had been joking. I pinched Wendy. “Be nice.” Wendy laughed. “Okay, I’m just kidding. Besides we need to be together so you can call us when you get your big news.” I slipped my cell phone into my pocket. “Don’t worry, I’ll call you guys. How late will you be at the Wine Jug?” “Late,” Ginger said. “We’re celebrating. We’re going to be late.” Wendy glanced at her watch. “Well, my darling husband will be home from the mine—” Ginger grabbed Wendy’s arm. “No you don’t. If we go to the Wine Jug together, you can’t ditch me.” “I’ll...