Sunday, July 29, 2018

PROMO BLITZ: Josie James and the Teardrops of Summer by Lily Mae Walters @rararesources @LilyMaeWalters1

  • Age Range: 8 - 12 years
  • Grade Level: 3 - 6
  • Series: Josie James (Book 1)
  • Paperback: 266 pages
  • Publisher: Crimson Cloak Publishing (June 1, 2018)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 168160535X
  • ISBN-13: 978-1681605357

Josie James is an ordinary 13-year-old until something extraordinary happens during her summer holidays.
While staying at her Great Grandmother's cottage in the country she finds herself swept into the cursed world of Suncroft where it is perpetual winter.
Her new friends believe she could be the Chosen One who it is foretold will lift the curse, but there are more pressing matters.

The Teardrops of Summer - magical crystals that render the owner immortal - have been stolen.  Along with her telepathic husky-dog Protector Asher and her new friends, Josie must race to find the 
Teardrops and prevent a catastrophe for their world.

Author Bio

Lily Mae Walters chose her pen name in honor of her beloved grandparents who also star in the Josie James series.

She is married with two teenage children and two huskies that are the inspiration behind Murphy and Asher in the books.

Lily Mae lives in Nuneaton, England and finds herself using local places and even her old school in her stories.

Family and friends mean the world to Lily Mae and many will find themselves popping up throughout the series.

Lily Mae also writes for adults under the name of Florence Keeling.

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Thursday, July 26, 2018

Death Unmasked (A Novel Of Reincarnation & Retribution) by Rick Sulik

Psychological Thriller

  • Mass Market Paperback: 264 pages
    • Publisher: Christopher Matthews Publishing (November 16, 2015)
    • Language: English
    • ISBN-10: 1938985834
    • ISBN-13: 978-1938985836

    Synopsis: A reincarnated evil is stalking the women of Houston. With each murder, the madman quotes an excerpt from the Oscar Wilde poem, “The Ballad of Reading Gaol.” A huge smokestack belching smoke, a ragged flea market double-breasted wool coat, and an old antique picture frame, bring the distant past back to haunt Houston Homicide Detective, Sean Jamison. With those catalysts, Jamison knows who he was in a past life and that he lost the only woman he could ever love. Searching for his reincarnated mate becomes Jamison’s raison d’ĂȘtre as he and fellow detectives scour Houston for a brutal serial killer. The memory of timeless love drives Jamison’s dogged search for a serial killer, determined to finish what he started decades earlier.
    Each clue brings Jamison closer to unmasking his old nemesis. Tenacious police work, lessons learned in the past, and intuition may be the only weapons he has in preventing history from repeating itself.

    Review: The first 20% or so of this book, which really sets up the rest, had me thinking I might have to give up on finishing it. I just couldn't get into that part of it at all.

    The remaining 80%, however, was amazing. It was so much more than just a murder mystery. It delves into the idea of reincarnation, and the ability to recognize those who have been important to you in your past lives. It was one of the more unique stories I've read so far this year. There were a lot of "main characters," which meant we didn't get to know most of them all that well, which was disappointing.

    The ending, and the way the author wrapped everything up in the last several chapters was well-done. He wrapped up both the murder mystery and the reincarnation story without leaving any loose ends.

    Rating: Four stars

    About the Author: Rick Sulik was born and raised in Youngstown, Ohio. After completing high school in Boardman, Ohio, he enlisted and served four years in the United States Air Force Military Police. After receiving an Honorable Discharge, he worked three and a half years with the Houston, Texas Police Department, twenty-two years with the Pasadena, Texas Police Department, and ten years as a courthouse bailiff with the Gonzales County, Texas Sheriff s Department, before retiring in 2013.

    Thursday, July 19, 2018

    BOOK TOUR AND GIVEAWAY: Into The Woods by Mindful Writers Retreat Authors

    • Series: Mindful Writers Retreat Series
    • Paperback: 280 pages
    • Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (May 11, 2018)
    • Language: English
    • ISBN-10: 1718965427
    • ISBN-13: 978-1718965423

    Into the Woods is the title and theme for this assortment of short stories, poems, essays, music, and one walking meditation. Each piece is unique in tone and genre and the result is that the collection captures the fascinating, frightening, fun, healing, and fantastical wonder of time spent in the woods. The twenty-six contributors who attend Mindful Writers Retreats in the mountains of Ligonier, Pennsylvania, are donating one hundred percent of the proceeds to support the research and work of The Children’s Heart Foundation.

    Available at....

    Review: This is a great anthology, which is sure to contain something for everyone. Although each piece is related to the theme of "Into The Woods," each author gives it his/her own spin. There are a variety of genres and styles represented. I chose to read one or two of the short pieces at a time, and then take time to let them sit in my mind and allow myself to savor them. 

    I had favorites in each category:
    In the short stories, my favorite was THE ELF DOOR by Eileen Enwright Hodgetts. The main character feels as if she is becoming invisible after the death of her husband (with an apparently large group of family members moved into her home). She purchases an elf door at the store, and waits for an opportunity to nail it to the tree. Will she actually move into the cozy house in the tree, or will she return home to her family?

    My favorite poem is FOREST BATHING by Martha Swiss, which you can read in the excerpts below.

    OUT OF THE WOODS by James Robinson, Jr. was my favorite essay. It is incredibly humorous, and nearly all of it resonates with me. 

    I have volunteered to share my review and all the opinions are 100% my own.

    Rating: Four stars

    Book Excerpts
    Short Story
    by Kathleen Shoop

    Ellie Trumbull squinted out the window of the Uber, gripping the door handle. The car swerved and bounced up the long driveway leading to the retreat center where the courts had sent Ellie for punishment. She grabbed her stomach to stave off nausea, but when it began to launch itself she smacked the driver’s arm. He slowed and stopped. Ellie pulled the handle and tumbled out of the door onto all fours, heaving.
    She gasped for breath, dizzied. Voices sounded as she struggled to stand. She focused on the group heading toward her: two women, a man, and several children who simply bolted past her, their squealing laughter filling the air.
    A graceful woman with gray bunned hair and dark skin approached. She took Ellie’s arm and pulled her close, leading her into a building. “Welcome. I’m Vera.”
    “I’m Alice.” A stout woman with platinum spiked hair followed along.
    A lanky man with hair so perfect it looked plastic picked up Ellie’s duffel bag. “I’m Brandon. Your husband’ll send the rest of your luggage shortly.”
    Ellie grunted. They led her upstairs. Brandon rushed ahead to open a door. Ellie shuffled inside.
    “Your room,” he said. “I’ll set your bag here.”
    Ellie looked over her shoulder to see him smiling, as he’d been doing since she arrived. “Thanks, Guy Smiley.”
    She ignored his question, held onto one of the top bunks and surveyed the space. Three large windows at the end of the room and three sets of bunks with plastic mattresses belted the perimeter.
    Ellie collapsed onto a bed.
    “Plastic makes it easy to clean,” Vera said.
    “Shut those.” Ellie shook her hand at the windows.
    The woman sighed, closed the curtains and lowered the blind that covered the center pane. She lifted Ellie’s feet off the floor and swung them onto the bed. “Housekeeping’ll make up the bed in a little bit.”
    “Fine,” Ellie groaned.
    Vera loosened Ellie’s shoelaces.
    Ellie snatched her feet away. “I’m fine.”
    Vera backed away, her large hands flailing for a moment before she tucked them against her belly. “Our healing circle begins in an hour.”
    Ellie turned away and balled up. Leave me alone.
    And a few seconds later the door clicked shut.
    Giggling children and the sound of feet running down the hallway outside Room 2 woke Ellie. Her mouth was desert dry, so she headed downstairs to the great room where she saw a kitchen area. With the kids gone, the silence felt good.
    Ellie startled at the sight of Alice, Vera, and Guy Smiley sitting around an island. Guy Smiley poured coffee. Healing circle.
    “Ellie,” he said. “Welcome.”
    Vera sliced banana bread. The scent threatened Ellie’s stoic facade. A smile tugged her lips, but she tucked away the fleeting happy sensation, hid it where it wouldn’t remind her how Maggie’s face would light up when she bit into her favorite treat.
    Alice clomped her feet onto the coffee table. Vera batted them away and pushed the banana bread toward Ellie.
    She looked away.
    “I’ll take hers,” said Alice.
    “I’d like to begin,” Vera said, her voice gentle and melodic. “The healing circle guides us into continued acceptance and strengthens our endurance as we grow through the pain that comes with losing a child. Each of us understands the daily shock of waking and realizing our lives will never be the same. So how do we go on?”
    Guy Smiley sipped coffee. “Feels good to be with everyone.”
    “Each time we meet I do better back home,” Vera said.
    “Same,” Alice said.
    “We hope you’ll find our group helpful, Ellie,” Vera said.
    When Ellie didn’t respond the others went around describing how they lost their child. Ellie blocked out every word, rubbing her temples. Her own pain was enough. She wasn’t about to invite theirs inside. Her gaze strayed to the kids outside, the game of tag that left them breathless, rolling down the hill and out of sight. How lucky they were.
    “Ellie?” Alice asked. Ellie turned her gaze back to see Alice glaring.
    “It’ll help,” sweet Vera said. “To share.”
    Guy Smiley slid forward in his seat, fingers steepled. “Change brings…blah, blah … comfort, healing…” He droned on and on and finally, Ellie’s mind snapped back to what he first said.
    Change?” Ellie said.
    He nodded. They all did.
    Ellie’s anger surged. She wiped spittle from her lip. “I don’t want change. I feel Maggie more now than I ever did… before she died I couldn’t wait to get to work, or girls’ night out or go away with my husband. My daughter… difficult from the day she was born… is dead. I’ll never sit with you people thinking about change and eating stinking banana bread.”
    She stood and stomped away.
    “She don’t want help,” Alice said.
    “But her husband…” Brandon said.
    Ellie got farther away, unable to hear what they said. Her husband? He was finished with her. She jogged to her room and crashed onto the mattress that housekeeping hadn’t yet returned to make. She covered her face and held back tears. With balled fists she tried to resist.
    But she couldn’t.
    Up off the bed, Ellie dug through her duffel and found it. Vodka. Cap unscrewed, she gulped, washing away the scent of banana bread, the thought that she’d never again see Maggie’s smile when she took a bite of it.

    Short Story
    by Wende Dikec

    The lights went out, and Eira held her breath, waiting for the emergency generator to work. It started with a shudder and a horrific crunching noise, but at least it continued to function.
    She closed her eyes, feeling the fear in her chest ease when she heard the comforting sound of the humming engine. She couldn’t bear the thought of being left cold and alone in the dark.
    Tugging her pale, blond hair into a ponytail, she pulled her ragged wool cardigan tightly across her body and walked over to the window of Alexander House, a grand name for such a Spartan hunting cabin, to peek outside. She waited for the sun to come up, looking out the dirty glass pane, and continued to stare out the window long after the sun rose in the sky. She didn’t know why she bothered. She saw nothing outside except the same white expanse she’d seen every day for the last five lonely months.
    Eira opened the door to grab some wood from the pile for her fire, her body flinching from the chill of the icy wind. She had enough wood to last a few more weeks, and then she’d have to make the dangerous trip into the forest to chop more. She dreaded it, but not as much as she dreaded living without the generator. If she rationed carefully, she’d have enough fuel for another month, but she wasn’t sure what she’d do after that. She hadn’t planned on being stranded for such a long time. Spring should have arrived almost two months ago.
    She blinked in surprise when she saw a figure moving toward her house, struggling in the waist deep snow. Eira squinted against the harsh sunlight reflecting off the white landscape, trying to make out if the approaching form was human or animal, friend or foe, but she could see very little at this distance. She stumbled back into her warm little house, and reached for her heavy coat. She quickly slipped on her snowshoes before grabbing her gun, a nervous sense of excitement building inside her. If it was a person, it would be the first human being she’d seen in months. If it was an animal, she’d shoot it and have food for a week. And if it was one of the strange ones, the creatures that were no longer human yet not completely animal, she’d kill it without remorse and leave its carcass for the hungry bears to find.
    She waited on her front porch, her gun ready as it came closer. It looked human, bundled under layers of heavy clothing, but she wasn’t taking any chances.
    “Who are you?” she asked, her voice echoing in the quiet wilderness.
    The figure stopped moving and looked directly at her. She could see a dark beard covering the skin exposed beneath protective ski goggles. It was a man.
    “My name is Ben,” he said, his voice sounding scratchy and strange, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time. “I saw the smoke from your fire. Can I come in and warm up?”
    Eira paused, considering his request. He seemed human enough, but it was a risk. He could steal her food, hurt her, or take her precious fuel. She weighed her options quickly. Loneliness won out over caution, but she wasn’t stupid. She clenched her gun as she waved him in.

    by Martha Swiss

    I am alone in this place that is alive, anticipating the gift before me.
    I open it slowly, with grateful breath, footsteps and heartbeats,
    then thankfully sink into the purifying molecules of chlorophyll and humus.
    I bask, now able to sense the purpose of ferns, snakeroot, noble trees and the creek that tumbles past my feet.

    Crayfish pay me no mind in their muddy caverns.
    Trees skyrocket overhead, on a mission.
    Chipmunks skitter through leaf litter
    and a kingfisher pounds its teal wings heading upstream.
    I am dwarfed by the hillside vaulting from the floodplain. Boulders and saplings cling to its spine.

    I am free to bathe here in clarified cells of cambium, xylem and phloem.
    I wring my sponge in the generosity of flora.
    The stream’s effervescence cleanses the tangled energy seeping from my pores.

    I celebrate my fresh spirit with a confetti of scarlet, orange and yellow leaves that bob on the breast of the creek
    as silently,
    the trees disrobe.

    Short Story
    by Ramona DeFelice Long

    After three weeks in jail, Mama asked me to talk to Judge Rousseau about getting her some decent food to eat.
    Mon Dieu,I am wasting away,” Mama said from her cell. Behind her, the narrow cot was covered with a quilt from home, and on top of the wooden crate she used as a table was a kerosene lamp on a doily. She’d left a half played game of solitaire spread over the doily. Where she got playing cards, I didn’t know. The Bible that had been on the pillow was nowhere to be seen.
    She showed me her bowl of half-eaten stew. I think it was stew. “That old cow Lorraine Badeaux is poisoning me.”
    “Hush, Mama,” I said. “Mrs. Badeaux is doing no such thing.”
    Mama pressed her face between the bars. Her eyebrows and cheeks lifted up. That, plus the pounds she’d lost eating jail food and all the naps she took out of boredom, made her look as young as me. Trust Mama to turn getting arrested into getting prettier.
    “Geneva,cher, just go ask him,” Mama wheedled. “That sheriff can hardly look at this slop. He passes me my plate and runs away. Or maybe he believes I’ll bewitch him, too.”
    I begged her not to joke about that.
    She narrowed her eyes at me. “And pour l’amour de Dieu, when you go see the judge, don’t wear what you got on. You look like a blind nun dressed you.”
    “Your hair’s all right, but get you some lipstick and rouge and use it. Judge Rousseau is old, but he ain’t dead.”
    No, he wasn’t, but his brother-in-law was, and that’s why Mama’s bail was set high as the moon. But explaining that to her was like talking to a tree stump.
    I said I had to leave. I was Mama’s only visitor, and she was bitter. Where was our family? Where were her friends? She was lonely and felt forsaken. I never told her that, at home, nobody came to visit me either, and I had not even murdered anybody.
    Most days she begged me to stay, but tonight she told me to get on home. I suppose she thought I had a busy evening ahead tarting myself up before going to see the judge.
    When the young deputy was on duty, he sat in a chair five feet away from Mama’s cell, as if he thought I’d help my mother escape by slipping a bolt cutter under my dress—a dress fit for a convent, indeed, because my teacher contract said I had to “act and keep my person modestly.” I worried every day I’d be fired over Mama’s scandal.
    Sheriff Reyes usually sat in his office up front and read the newspaper. When my visiting time was over, he always asked, “Things all right, Miss Geneva?”
    I answered, “Yes, Sheriff, thank you,” except for the time or two when Mama asked for a warmer shawl or the quilt off her bed.
    Once, horrifyingly, I had to say I needed to come right back; when he frowned, I whispered that Mama needed some womanly things. He let me into her cell with a paper sack that he did not inspect. Had I been wily, I could have slipped her anything—a pistol, liquor, tonic from Madame Velda—but wily was Mama’s way, not mine. The sheriff trusted me. If you can’t trust a twenty-year-old spinster schoolteacher who dresses as modestly as a nun, you have faith in no one.
    Tonight, Sheriff Reyes stood at the window. The kerosene lamp on his desk lit him up from behind: tall, broad-shouldered, brown hair cut short but still wavy. On one of those shoulders was the scar from a shell that blew him out of the sniper’s nest he’d sat in for three days, picking off Germans but never giving away his position. I’d read that in the Bossier City newspaper, when he’d come home a hero after the war ended.
    He turned around and said, “Your mother’s right. Mrs. Badeaux can’t cook.”
    I didn’t speak; he was also very handsome.


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    Mindful Writers Retreat Authors 
    Many of the writers who contributed to the anthology. 
    The retreats happen at Ligonier camp and conference center in Ligonier, PA. Tenth retreat is coming up this fall!

    Twenty-six Mindful Writers Retreat Authors contributed to Into the Woods. The group consists of bestsellers, award-winners, first-time authors, seasoned veterans, poets, memoirists, essayists, musicians, journalists, novelists, and short story writers who are traditionally, self and hybrid published. At Mindful Writers Retreats the labels don’t create a hierarchy, but instead reveal the richness of those who attend. Every single writer contributes to the magic and the fun that results from meditation, walking in the woods, and hour upon hour of mindful writing.

    Authors in alphabetical order:
    Lorraine Bonzelet
    Wende Dikec
    Teresa Futrick
    Selah Gray
    Hilary Hauck
    Michele Zirkle
    Eileen Enwright Hodgetts
    Larry Ivkovich
    Lori M. Jones
    Kimberly Kurth-Gray
    Laura Lovic-Lindsay
    Ramona DeFelice Long
    MaryAlice Meli
    Gail Oare Sher Pensiero
    Kim Pierson
    Cara Reinard
    James Robinson, Jr.
    Larry Schardt
    Linda K. Schmitmeyer
    Carol Schoenig
    Kathleen Shoop
    Martha Swiss
    Amy Walter
    Madhu Bazaz Wangu
    Denise Weaver

    Many of the writers who contributed to the anthology. 
    The retreats happen at Ligonier camp and conference center in Ligonier, PA. Tenth retreat is coming up this fall!

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    Thursday, July 12, 2018

    BLOG TOUR: The Secret Life Of Mrs. London by Rebecca Rosenberg


    Genre: Historical Fiction
    • Paperback: 348 pages
    • Publisher: Lake Union Publishing (January 30, 2018)
    • Language: English
    • ISBN-10: 1542048737
    • ISBN-13: 978-1542048736

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    San Francisco, 1915. As America teeters on the brink of world war, Charmian and her husband, famed novelist Jack London, wrestle with genius and desire, politics and marital competitiveness. Charmian longs to be viewed as an equal partner who put her own career on hold to support her husband, but Jack doesn’t see it that way…until Charmian is pulled from the audience during a magic show by escape artist Harry Houdini, a man enmeshed in his own complicated marriage. Suddenly, charmed by the attention Houdini pays her and entranced by his sexual magnetism, Charmian’s eyes open to a world of possibilities that could be her escape.
    As Charmian grapples with her urge to explore the forbidden, Jack’s increasingly reckless behavior threatens her dedication. Now torn between two of history’s most mysterious and charismatic figures, she must find the courage to forge her own path, even as she fears the loss of everything she holds dear.
    Review: I have to admit to not knowing much about the lives of Jack and Charmain London--which may have been an asset in reading this book. It meant that I could simply enjoy it as a work of fiction, without being too concerned about how accurately it portrayed their lives.

    I found myself fascinated by the relationship between the Londons and the Houdinis as presented in this story. While Charmain seemed to find Houdini so very different to Jack, I thought they were remarkably similar--they both treated their wives badly while giving much more attention to other women, they both appeared to be very ego-driven and self-centered. Meanwhile, Charmain and Bessie, for the most part, accepted the men as they were and stayed in their marriages BECAUSE of who the men were, in my opinion.

    This book is very well written and gives a great look into the literary/celebrity world during the WWI era.  As a first novel, it's a roaring success, and I look forward to future efforts from this author.

    Rating: Four stars

    About The Author
    California native Rebecca Rosenberg lives on a lavender farm with her family in Sonoma, the Valley of the Moon, where she and her husband founded the largest lavender product company in America, Sonoma Lavender. A long-time student of Jack London’s work and an avid fan of his daring wife, Charmian, Rosenberg is a graduate of the Stanford Writing Certificate Program. THE SECRET LIFE OF MRS. LONDON is her first novel, following her non-fiction, LAVENDER FIELDS OF AMERICA.
    Rebecca Rosenberg’s next historical novel is GOLD DIGGER the story of BABY DOE TABOR.

    Sunday, July 8, 2018

    BOOK BLITZ: Home Is Where The Bark Is (Paws Fur Play Mysteries Book 1) by Stella St. Claire


    Home Is Where the Bark Is
    By Stella St. Claire
    Genre: Cozy Mystery
    • Series: Paws Fur Play Mystery #1
    • Publication Date: July 2, 2018
    • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
    • Language: English
    • ASIN: B07F7KQ7WY
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    Willow Wells is officially an entrepreneur. With the first phase of her dog gym’s renovation complete, and a success, Willow is ready for more. A doggie spa to be exact. The plan is to win an upcoming dog show, not only giving her the funds for the expansion but a national advertising campaign with the winning dog, Lady Valkyrie. Everything is going according to plan—and Willow can see the future in all its gold medal and dog grooming glory—until Terry Gib, Lady Valkyrie’s owner, is accused of murder.

    Willow thought that Terry had come to Pineview just for training, but it turns out Terry has ties to the town; a painful past that links her to a local bed and breakfast owner. And now that owner is dead. As Willow races to clear Terry and save their chance at victory with Lady Valkyrie, the rest of her life begins to fall apart too. Wednesday is distracted, her father is anxious, and Griffin, the man she’s coming to depend on, is threatening to leave her—so he can woo her.

    Now Willow is forced to make some big decisions: about who she trusts, who she should believe, and who she should date before she loses it all forever.

    About the Author
    Stella lives and breathes cozy mysteries! With her head always buried inside these books, it’s no wonder that she would put pen to paper to bring her own cozy mysteries to life. The words flew onto the page, and she’s already teeming with ideas for the next cozy mystery series.

    With her trusted canine by her side, it seemed only natural to be inspired by her beautiful beagle Doogle and the many hours they spent walking through scenic New England villages. When Stella’s not reading books, she’s off on road trips, exploring every nook and cranny in neighboring towns, seeking inspiration for her next book. She’s keen to see what her fellow cozy critics think of “Happy Tails Dog  Walking Mysteries,” so please leave a review and share your thoughts on Stella’s Website, Facebook, Bookbub or Goodreads!

    Thursday, July 5, 2018

    BOOK TOUR AND GIVEAWAY: Blownup In Paradise (Paradise Series #14) by Deborah Brown

    Genre: Cozy Mystery
    • Series: Paradise Series
    • Paperback: 422 pages
    • Publisher: Paradise Books, LLC (March 3, 2018)
    • Language: English
    • ISBN-10: 0998440450
    • ISBN-13: 978-0998440453

    I’ve come a long way since inheriting my Aunt Elizabeth’s Tarpon Cove house and her beach cottages full of quirky residents. I strap a Glock to my thigh as easily as I slip into flip-flops.

    Even Fab is going legit… mostly. When she’s hired to investigate some high-end boat thefts in Biscayne Bay, I go along to do what I do best. Chat up the help to get the real story.

    Neither of us expected the case to explode—literally—and take out one of Miami’s richest men. And possibly a mistress, though no one’s found her body floating among the bits and pieces.

    Somewhere in the Miami upper-crust’s phony smiles and even phonier alibis there’s someone who wanted to see Marshall Sacks dead. Someone willing to ruin Fab’s and my lives to keep their secret. It’ll take calling in every favor I’m owed to keep us out of trouble.

    The Paradise series, are Florida Keys mysteries, “great as stand-alone reads, but they're like won't be able to devour just one!”

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    "South Florida author Deborah Brown books are infectious.

    "My love for these quirky characters grows with every book! Hope they never end!"

    "This fabulous duo exudes so much sassiness and strong willed characteristics that I absolutely cannot get enough of." 
    Above reviews from Amazon

    Review: This is Madison and Fab's most explosive adventure, both literally and figuratively. Meanwhile, Creole is making plans for his future--will he return to the police force or try something new--and the girls are behaving more responsibly, for the most part, when it comes to their PI jobs. Once again, Brick is up to no good and dragging the girls along with him until they catch on.   Life at The Cottages continues to be one misadventure after another--and it was great to see Creole step up and put the fear of God into a group of tourists!

    The end of the book shares a very special secret, and I can't wait to read the next book to see what's going to happen next.

    As usual, this is a very well written story. Ms. Brown has created characters that series readers can care about, who feel like family by this point. And her description of the Tarpon Cove area put you right in the thick of the Florida Keys...which is a great mini-vacation any time of year.

    I will be anxiously awaiting the release of book #15, Psycho In Paradise.  

    I received this book to review through Beck Valley Books Book Tours, I have volunteered to share my review and all the opinions are 100% my own.

    Four stars

    Read an excerpt HERE

    Also available in the Paradise Series

    Christmas in Paradise (Florida Keys Mystery Series Book 13)  

    About the Author
    I've been writing, in one way or another for as long as I can remember; poetry, sappy short stories (my best friend made me swear that I’d never show anyone until I changed the names), and a romance novel shoved under my bed.

    I wanted to create books with a wide-range of unforgettable characters, with heat and romance, and lots of guns. It wouldn’t be complete without a slice of humor and charm.

    I live with my family and demon children aka rescue cats in South Florida.

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