Let's celebrate Jill Piscitello's new release! It looks SO GOOD! Congratulations, Jill!
When murder provides a welcome distraction…
On the heels of a public, broken engagement, Maeve Cleary returns to her childhood home in Hampton Beach, NH. When a dead body turns up behind her mother’s music school, three old friends land on the suspect list. Licking her wounds soon takes a back seat to outrunning the paparazzi who spin into a frenzy, casting her in a cloud of suspicion. Maeve juggles her high school sweetheart, a cousin with a touch of clairvoyance, a no-nonsense detective, and an apologetic, two-timing ex-fiancé. Will the negative publicity impact business at the Music Box— the very place she’d hoped to make a fresh start.
Excerpt from A Sour Note
With his mouth set in a grim line, he waited.
If anyone else had enough nerve to presume she owed them an explanation, she would respond with a solid mind your own business. Instead, the seventeen-year-old still inside her refused to tell him to get lost. “He was hiding money in his office.” This was one of those times when learning how to wait a few beats before blurting out inflammatory information would come in handy. Each second of passing silence decreased her ability to breathe in the confined space. She turned the ignition and switched on the air conditioner.
“How do you know?” His volume just above a whisper, each dragged-out word hung in the air.
“I found it.”
“When were you in his office?” He swiped at a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face, then positioned a vent toward him.
“Last night.” When would she learn to bite her tongue? Finn’s switch from rapid-fire scolding to slow, deliberate questioning left her unable to swallow over the sandpaper lump in her throat.
“Where was Vic?”
She stared at the back of the building, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut. “He’d left for the night.” If she averted her gaze, she could pretend his eyeballs weren’t bugging out of his head, and his jaw didn’t need a crane to haul it off his chest.
“You were at the town hall after hours? Did anyone see you?”
“A custodian opened his door for me.” She snuck a glance. Sure enough, features contorted in shock and horror replaced his boy-next-door good looks.
About the Author
Jill Piscitello is a teacher, author, and an avid fan of multiple literary genres. Although she divides her reading hours among several books at a time, a lighthearted story offering an escape from the real world can always be found on her nightstand.
A native of New England, Jill lives with her family and three well-loved cats. When not planning lessons or reading and writing, she can be found spending time with her family, trying out new restaurants, traveling, and going on light hikes.
I'm pleased to spotlight the latest from Author Michelle Godard-Richer! Love this author! Congratulations, Michelle!
No matter how much you want to forget them, some things cannot be unseen.
Jessica opens her bedroom window in the middle of the night to catch a breeze, but instead, she witnesses something that will change the course of her life forever—her neighbor, David, loading his wife’s body onto the back of the truck. She soon learns David knows what she saw and will stop at nothing to eliminate the only witness to his crime.
With her young son Bryce in tow, Jessica flees across the border to Montana. She discovers her first love, Jon Kent, is back in town after an early retirement from the FBI. But he isn’t the only one in town. David surfaces to unleash hell on Jessica and everyone she loves.
She scurried up the cabin stairs, glanced inside the door, and froze.
Oh, this is not good. This is not good at all.
A chair sat in the middle of the only room. Zip ties, a toolbox, a big jug of gasoline, and plastic were lined up next to each other on the floor. He meant to tie her up in the chair and torture her. And if help didn’t arrive soon, that may still be her fate.
Her breathing accelerated and the room tilted. She forced her breaths to slow and her feet to start moving. She couldn’t hide in the cabin. The front door was the only way in and out, a trap, and the huge drop behind the cabin, certain death. Gunfire continued to erupt. She spun.
David and Sheriff Hank were on opposite sides of Jon’s truck in a standoff.
A red stain spread on Sheriff Hank’s chest, and he fell to the ground.
About the Author
Michelle Godard-Richer is an award-winning thriller and romance author living in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Alberta. With her degree in Criminology, she writes edge-of-your-seat suspenseful stories with strong protagonists and diabolical villains.
Release Day for If Jelly Beans Were Kisses! Congratulations, Virginia Barlow!
He has her back when no one else does and entices her into his arms one jelly bean at a time.
“Can I give you a lift?” A sexy male voice spoke to her right.
Turning, she met Tillman’s blue-eyed gaze.
Getting into his car would break her vow to keep men a minimum of six feet away. This one possessed black hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, a sexy smile, and a killer body. Gazing down at his handsome face and breathing in the warm musk of his skin sent tingles through her. The man’s sex appeal hit her like a semi-truck, and her stomach fluttered with excitement. With little effort, he could have her naked in bed doing all the things Doug said she wasn’t any good at. Her brow wrinkled. She couldn’t risk the pain of rejection, and recent experience taught her all men were douchebags, no matter how appealing.
Shaking her head, she answered his question the only way she could. “No thanks. I need the exercise. See you at work.”
“You’re wet, cold, and you’re in your bare feet. Not to mention your broken arm and the bruises I know you’ve got. Get in the car, Andy, and tell me why your scumbag ex took your wheels.”
“You saw Doug?” Jill tripped on a rock and stubbed her toe. Cursing, she hobbled on one foot to see the damage, ignoring Tillman.
“I did.” He shifted into park and climbed out. Striding toward her, he opened the passenger door and waved her toward it. “What would my grandma say if she knew I let a lady in distress walk home alone, wounded, in the rain and did nothing to help?”
Jill stared at him and then at the car. She’d be too close and breathe the same air…
About the Author
I have always loved reading romance novels. I used to sneak them from my mom’s room as a young girl and read them while she was gone. As I grew older, my reading and tastes expanded to sci-fi, dystopian, paranormal, and fantasy.
I considered becoming an author in my late twenties but as a busy mother with toddlers; I didn’t have the time. Later, in my fifties, I tried it and have enjoyed every word since. I recently signed my thirteenth contract and am doing my happy dance as I type this. My husband of forty-one years is my greatest support as are all my kids. Most of them are grown and carving out lives for themselves. They are the beat of my heart and with every grandchild; the rhythm gets stronger. I enjoy every moment of my life.
Congratulations to Author Terry Segan on her new release, The Jelly Bean Jump Project! I'm so pleased to spotlight this enjoyable time travel romance. I've included my review at the end of the post -- following everything you need to know about the book plus an excerpt. Enjoy!
Fate drew them together. Will their dream of time travel keep them apart?
Keira longed to do something amazing with her life. When offered a chance to join a time travel program, she didn’t hesitate. With her soulmate by her side, nothing could be more perfect.
Grayson never believed happiness would find him until he met Keira. Lightning struck twice when both got accepted into The Jelly Bean Jump Project, a time travel experiment. Only a handful of applicants made the cut each year.
One of the requirements—no family ties. Keira and Grayson were alone in the world except for each other. An adventure of a lifetime awaited, until a glitch in the system threatened to tear them apart. Would they walk away from their fantasy or surrender their hearts in exchange?
After picking up my tray, I searched for my boyfriend. He hadn’t arrived yet, so I took a seat next to my roommate, Sandra. I set my book on the chair to my right.
“Sometimes I feel like we’re in prison wearing these dang uniforms,” Sandra said.
“I must admit, I do miss my skirts and capris, and it’s only been a week! At least we don’t have to wear those nerdy boots like the security staff.” I sprinkled sugar over my cereal and mixed it in.
“Someone’s got a sweet tooth.” The chair beside me scraped back.
“Desmond, I’m saving that for Grayson.”
He tossed my book onto the table before placing his own tray down and sitting. “You two aren’t joined at the hip, you know. He can sit across from you.” His shoulder rubbed against mine. “Besides, why should he get all the attention from the best-looking doll here.”
I scooted closer to Sandra. “Do you mind? I’m eating.” While Desmond’s looks rivaled the most dashing actors in Hollywood, his arrogance raked through me like fingernails on a chalkboard. His relentless flirting repulsed me, especially because Grayson and I were obviously a couple.
“Good morning, ladies. Ready for another day of Time Travel 101?” Grayson plunked down across from me.
“I could do that stuff in my sleep. Why do we have to get stuck with an instructor who is such a snooze?” Desmond shoveled eggs into his mouth. “Sorry to take your seat, Gray. Keira insisted.” He nudged me with his elbow.
Before I could protest, Grayson jumped in. “Don’t worry about it, Des. From here I get to stare into those amazing blue eyes.” He kept his sight locked on my face.
A warm blush filled my cheeks. I looked down, batted my eyelashes, and giggled like a schoolgirl.
“Why thank you, sir.”
“I don’t know whether to feel ill or jealous at the way you two fawn over each other,” Sandra said.
Her comment had been directed at Grayson and me, but her gaze focused on Desmond.
About the Author
Terry Segan, originally from Commack, NY, now resides in the desert where she’ll never require an ice scraper or snow shovel again. The beach is her happy place, but any opportunity to travel soothes her gypsy soul. The stories conjured by her imagination while riding backseat on her husband’s motorcycle can be found throughout the pages of her paranormal mysteries. Growing up immersed in sarcastic humor and science fiction movies, Terry’s goals are to cause her readers to laugh out loud, cry with joy, or cower under the covers wondering if the noise under the bed was real or imagined.
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Book Review: The Jelly Bean Jump Project by Terry Segan
A fun, refreshing, and suspenseful time travel romance!
The main characters Keira and Grayson are young, smart, ambitious -- and completely loveable. They're also brave, willing to participate in a time travel experiment that can guarantee neither their safety nor their return. They will travel ahead a decade at a time, and they look forward to sharing the experience together. All they know is that it's a great opportunity, that they can contribute, and that they love each other.
When they are unexpectedly forced to choose between separation or giving up their dreams, what will they do?
How much stress, separation, and treachery can love endure? My heart squeezed for them. I couldn't turn the pages fast enough!
The Jelly Bean Jump Project is a fun read with an adorable romance, twists and turns, and an interesting take on time travel.
I'm proud to showcase this cozy mystery that looks absolutely marvelous, Venus Rising by Tammy D. Walker.
Almost as soon as recent divorcee Amy Morrison begins her dream job as librarian aboard the world's most expensive luxury cruise liner, she nearly sinks it. She's tasked with hosting the debut of a painting celebrated but hidden for nearly sixty years. But the artist claims the painting isn't hers. And then, the artist goes missing. With the help of a retired academic couple lecturing aboard the ship, a dashing IT manager, and a housekeeping staff with a love of literature, Amy tries to solve the art fraud and kidnapping while rediscovering the adventurous side of herself.
Guests swirled around her. For the first time in her career, and maybe in her life, Amy Morrison stood in the middle of the sort of event she'd dreamed about hosting since starting her library science degree over two decades earlier. She spotted Brent at the doorway.
Brent excused himself from the guests with whom he'd been speaking. "Ten minutes until the unveiling. We want Venus out the window for the official portrait. Memoir, Diane, Venus, and, well, Venus."
"Will the photographer be able to do that? Get Venus with everything else?"
Brent shook his head. "We can edit it in. It's the experience we want to create for everyone here. It'll be the story everyone takes away and tells their friends, their social media connections, the world. Trust me."
"Oh, I do."
"Everyone will be talking about how impressive the painting is alongside the rebirth of Venus, so to speak." Brent checked his watch, a sleek digital band that barely rose above his wrist.
"I hesitate to ask,” Amy said in a low voice. “But isn’t Venus technically setting right now?”
“Details.” Brent waved his hand. “It doesn’t matter which way the planet is going. It’s the story that’s important.”
"But not the book?"
"The book." Brent seemed to stop himself from saying something. Which is what Neil did too often. Amy pushed her pale coral thumbnail into her bare ring finger and told herself to stop it. No thinking about the divorce tonight. No thinking about Neil. "The book is what it is."
"All part of the magic, right?" Which was Neil's favorite thing to say when things were going not as well as planned. She pushed her thumbnail into her ring finger again.
From the Author
My main character, Amy Morrison, is a Texan who loves her tea. We have that in common.
I realized in writing Venus Rising that I'd need a better handle on British etiquette. So I consulted Debrett's Guide to Hosting and Entertaining, of course. Main character Amy had copies of this book and Debrett's Handbook at her library back in small town Dawville, TX.
Writing Venus Rising was my staycation in 2020. I reread a lot of travel books, including Rick Steve's London, and this from my first trip to London and Paris, How to Pack, by Lauren Cardone. It's from 1998, so I ejoyed reading about how to pack older media. I certainly brought cassette tapes and a personal player on my trip in 1999!
As part of the extended "staycation", I dreamed about cruises such as Cunard's Transatlantic Crossings. I also got into the spirit of things by baking some of Cunard's recipes, including their fantastic scones!
Tammy D. Walker writes cozy mysteries, poetry, and science fiction. She's the author of Venus Rising (The Wild Rose Press 2023). As T.D. Walker, she’s the author of the poetry collections Small Waiting Objects (CW Books 2019), Maps of a Hollowed World (Another New Calligraphy 2020), and a forthcoming collection of sonnets about radio communications. When she’s not writing, she’s probably reading, trying to find far-away stations on her shortwave radios, making poetry programs, or enjoying tea and scones with her family.
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