by Diana Orgain | Mar 25, 2021 | Maternal Instincts Mysteries, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
Did you miss part one? From Bundle of Trouble Chapter One (Continued) Jim expertly navigated the San Francisco streets as we made our way to California Pacific Hospital. Even as the contractions grew stronger, I couldn’t stop thinking about George. Jim’s parents had died when he was starting college. George, his only brother, had merely been fourteen, still in high school. Their Uncle Roger had taken George in. George had lived rent-free for many years, too many years, never caring to get a job or make a living. Jim and I often wondered if so much coddling had incapacitated George to the point that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, stand on his own two feet. He was thirty-three now and always had an excuse for not holding a job. Apparently, everyone was out to get him, take advantage of him, “screw” him somehow. At least that’s the story we’d heard countless times. The only thing George had going for him was his incredible charm. Although he was a total loser, you’d never know it to talk to him. He could converse with the best of them, disarming everyone with his piercing green eyes. Uncle Roger had finally evicted George six months ago. There had been an unpleasant incident. Roger had been vague about it, only telling us that the sheriff had to physically remove George from his house. As far as we knew, George had been staying with friends since then. I glanced at Jim. His face was unreadable, the excitement of the pending birth diluted by the phone call we had received. I touched Jim’s leg. “Just because his...
by Diana Orgain | Mar 25, 2021 | Maternal Instincts Mysteries, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
I’m so excited to share with you the first chapters in Bundle of Trouble. It’s one of my best-selling mysteries and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! From Bundle of Trouble Chapter One The phone rang, interrupting the last seconds of the 49ers game. “Man!” Jim said. “Final play. Who’d be calling now?” “Don’t know,” I said from my propped position on the couch. I was on doctor’s orders for bed rest. My pregnancy had progressed with practically no hang-ups, except for the carpal tunnel and swollen feet, until one week before my due date when my blood pressure skyrocketed. Now, I was only allowed to be upright for a few minutes every couple of hours to accommodate the unavoidable mad dash to the bathroom. “Everyone I know is watching the game. It’s gotta be for you,” Jim said, stretching his long legs onto the ottoman. I struggled to lean forward and grab the phone. “Probably your mom,” he continued. I nodded. Mom was checking in quite often now that the baby was two days overdue. An entire five minutes had passed since our last conversation. “Hello?” A husky male voice said, “This is Nick Dowling . . .” Ugh, a telemarketer. “. . . from the San Francisco medical examiner’s office.” I sat to attention. Jim glanced at me, frowning. He mouthed, “Who is it?” from across the room. “Is this the Connolly residence?” “Yes,” I said. “Are you a relative of George Connolly?” “He’s my brother-in-law.” “Can you tell me the last time you saw him?” My breath caught. “The...
