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Cereal Killer (Maternal Instincts Mystery Series: Book Eleven) Sneak Peek – Chapter Three

Did you miss Chapter One? Did you miss Chapter Two? From Cereal Killer  Chapter Three Afraid? Vicente and I glanced at each other, grim expressions on our faces. But Luz waved her hand. “I’m sorry,” she said, regret in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have led with that. We’ll discuss it in a few minutes.” Gloria emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray, and Luz clamped her mouth shut. “Water and wine,” declared Gloria, setting the tray on the coffee table. Luz visibly flinched, but no one else seemed to notice. A moment later, Gloria disappeared back toward the kitchen. “So,” Luz said, “I understand you’ve done great work as a PI. Tell me about an interesting case you’ve solved.” “Well . . .” I reached for a water glass. “The most recent one was a murder on Alcatraz Island.” Her jaw dropped. “At the old prison? What happened?” “Well, it all started when my brother came to San Francisco on business . . .” A sizzling sound came from the kitchen, and a delicious smell wafted toward us. I sat up straighter, realizing all at once how hungry I was. We made small talk about my PI work and Luz’s winery for a few minutes, and despite the stress in her eyes, she was an easy conversa‐ tionalist and a lot of fun to talk to. How could someone as maddening as Vicente have such charming relatives? And then Gloria swept into the room carrying two plates, each holding a decadent-looking pastry. “Tortillas!” she cried, handing one plate to me and one to Vicente. “Thank you!” I breathed. I...

Cereal Killer (Maternal Instincts Mystery Series: Book Eleven) Sneak Peek – Chapter Two Continued

Did you miss Chapter One? Did you miss part one of Chapter Two? From Cereal Killer  Chapter Two Continued… And with that, he knocked on the door. A moment later, we were greeted by a lovely woman in her thir‐ ties, with olive skin and a warm expression. The family resemblance to Vicente was undeniable. Her dark curls spilled around her shoul‐ ders, and her eyes were red-rimmed. “Luz!” Vicente exclaimed. “What’s wrong?” “Vicente!” she replied, barreling into his arms for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She pulled back and reached out to shake my hand. “And you must be Kate. Thank you so much for coming. I’m . . . kind of desperate for help, to tell you the truth. “It’s my pleasure, truly. Your brother Gary has gotten me out a lot of jams.” Luz smiled but Vicente looked affronted. “Gary? What about me? I think I’ve gotten you—” Luz shoved him before he could finish. “Kate, please, come in.” Vicente held up a hand. “Hang on! You’re going to have to intro‐ duce Kate to abuela as my fiancée. My car broke down on the way here, and that’s the cover story we gave to the tow truck driver.” Luz stared at him, then glanced at me. “Please tell me you ran that story by her first.” Vicente shrugged, a gleam in his eye. Luz smacked his arm, her warmth giving way to exasperation. “Vicentito!” she scolded. “Esta embarazada!” Though her English was unaccented, she’d switched effortlessly into scolding him in Spanish. “Yes,” I muttered. “It was very embarrassing. Can’t believe he didn’t have...

Cereal Killer (Maternal Instincts Mystery Series: Book Eleven) Sneak Peek – Chapter Two

Did you miss Chapter One? From Cereal Killer  Chapter Two In the tow truck, Fred turned the key in the ignition. “Why don’t I drop you folks off at Luz’s place, and then I’ll take the car into the mechanic for you. I’ll call when I have an update.” “That’d be great,” replied Vicente, fiddling with the AC vent. “Really appreciate you coming out so quickly.” “Benefit of being a tow truck driver in a fairly small town—I usually get three or four calls a day from people in the surrounding area, but not so many that I get backed up with multiple urgent calls very often. Which is especially good on a hot day like this. Glad you folks were all right.” I didn’t say anything. I was wedged between Fred and Vicente in the cab of the truck, grateful for our ride to the vineyard but still steaming over the cover story Vicente had invented. Hello, 911? I’d like to report a murder. The victim? My dignity. I shot Vicente a death glare that burned hotter than the California sun, but he ignored me. If he expects me to giggle and hold his hand and act like we’re in love, he’s got another think coming. The tow truck eased out onto the road. “So,” Fred said. “When’s the wedding?” Vicente said, “In a few—” “We’re still discussing that,” I interjected coolly. “There’s been a little trouble in paradise, I’m afraid.” Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a look of amusement on Vicente’s face. Two can play this game. If he was going to dress...

Cereal Killer (Maternal Instincts Mystery Series: Book Eleven) Sneak Peek – Chapter One Continued

Did you miss part one of Chapter One? From Cereal Killer  Chapter One Continued… He let out a sigh. “So, that’s some background of why we don’t want people to know we’re investigating. I told you that she received some threatening notes?” I nodded. “We’ll look at them when we get to her house, but she told me that, whoever this person is, they know she bought someone else’s grapes. She thinks that may be the reason they’re harassing her.” “A rival vineyard?” He let out a sigh and turned up the air conditioning. “Maybe. Or maybe an ex-boyfriend. Thomas.” His lips curled into a sneer. “I always hated him. Smug idiot. He runs a local wine bar, and he recently expanded his business—bought the building next door to his bar and fixed it up as an all-inclusive wedding venue. Luz’s vineyard is beautiful, and people rent it out for events, especially weddings. Thomas is still in love with her and is trying to win her back, but he’s also trying to undermine her business and poach her catering and event contracts. It’s like he’s obsessed with her. The weasel.” “How long ago did they break up?” “About a year. And good riddance,” he muttered. A white Prius appeared, driving the opposite direction. I clumsily leaped out of the car and waved frantically, but I was too slow; the car passed us by. With a sigh, I sank back into my seat and closed the door. “We could always walk,” he said. I pointed to my pregnant belly. “Then again, maybe not,” he conceded. A horn beeped, and I...

Cereal Killer (Maternal Instincts Mystery Series: Book Eleven) Sneak Peek – Chapter One

From Cereal Killer  Chapter One “But what do you mean there’s no cell service?” I wailed, staring at my phone. Zero bars. From the driver’s seat, Vicente Domingo flashed his trademark smirk. Most women in most situations found his roguish, tall-dark-and-handsome shtick charming. In the best of times, I found it only mildly obnoxious. This was not the best of times. “No worries,” he crooned in his lilting Spanish accent. “I’m sure we won’t be stuck on the side of the road too long.” “It’s four thousand degrees outside!” I sputtered. “You’re exaggerating by exactly 3900 degrees.” The temperature gauge flicked from 100 to 101. I pointed to it. “Make that three thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine.” “Really—don’t worry, quierda. I’ll pop the hood and see if it’s an easy fix.” He opened the car door, letting in a whoosh of heat. “I’m not your love,” I muttered as he closed the door behind him. I traced the BMW’s black leather seat. Shouldn’t a car like this be too expensive to break down on us? When Vicente Domingo—a rival PI—had invited me out to the town of Golden to solve a mystery, I’d been excited . . . and a little confused. But I definitely hadn’t planned to end up stranded twenty- seven minutes from our destination, in ten-thousand-degree heat, while more than seven months pregnant with twins! How busy was this road, exactly? After passing Sacramento, we took highway 49 toward Golden, but a traffic jam a few miles earlier had sent us onto a back road through the middle of nowhere. I tried to remember how many...

Murder at the Clocktower (Gold Strike Mysteries: Book Three) Sneak Peek – Chapter One

From Murder at the Clocktower  Chapter One  Thanks to the rising price of gold, my hometown of Golden, California was in the midst of an unprecedented economic boost. That was one of the reasons I was returning home for the first time in over five years. Nerves fluttering through my belly as I parked my car, hiding under a sunhat and glasses. My hometown hosted many faces I didn’t care to revisit, as well as a hoard of memories I didn’t want to relive. But sometimes, that’s what being an adult is all about, facing traumas and ghosts, trying to better oneself despite them. At least, that’s what my therapist said. And goodness knows, I’d done my best to avoid both her advice and my trauma by practicing Balasana on the beach in Bali. For the time being, only one person knew that I was back: my childhood best friend, Tori Kemp. Despite my anxiety, I walked into the small café on the outskirts of Golden. With chipped paint and discolored tiles, the café was in desperate need of updating, but that was hardly surprising. The café had been here for over fifty years. It’d been my favorite place to visit with Steven. Steven. My throat tightened at the thought of him, and I pushed down the painful emotions bubbling in my chest. Across the open space, I spotted Tori in a corner booth. We had ruled the schoolyard together and seeing her now warmed my heart. She leapt out the booth and launched herself at me, giggling as she threw her arms around my neck. I realized that,...