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KILLER WEED
by Manning Wolfe
July 29 – August 16, 2024 Virtual Book Tour

 

 

Synopsis:
Merit Bridges Legal Thrillers

 

GET READY FOR A LEGAL SHOWDOWN, LIKE NO OTHER, IN MANNING WOLFE’S GRIPPING THRILLER, KILLER WEED!

Austin attorney, Merit Bridges, steps up to defend a client whose twin sons are targeted in a fiery attack on a lucrative medical marijuana field. Once again, Merit is thrust into a dangerous game of deception with a corporate giant pulling strings. With their ruthless hired gun, Raiden Prince, eliminating obstacles with chilling precision, Merit finds herself in a high stakes battle for justice. As Merit thwarts the ambitions of the dangerous corporation, Prince turns his sights on her. With his mastery of disguise, he lurks in the shadows. But Merit, her clients, and her trusted team aren’t going down without a fight. Can Merit navigate a labyrinth of legal issues, protect her client, and survive Raiden Prince? Prepare for a twisty confrontation that no one can see coming. From award winning author Manning Wolfe comes the fifth installment in the electrifying Merit Bridges Legal Thrillers. Can be read in any order. DIVE IN TODAY! Killer Weed will keep you on the edge of your seat!

 

Book Details:

Genre: Legal Thriller

Published by: Starpath Books Publication Date: July 25, 2024 Series: Merit Bridges Legal Thriller, Book Five

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MY REVIEW

Sometimes, not often, I come across a book that bogs down when going into detail about how something works. Not so with this book. I found it amazing. Never knew how difficult it was to legally farm pot. The author did her research. She shared the ins and outs of the legal hemp and marijuana business. For those who manage to get one of the licenses to grow pot, there are so many hoops to jump through. So much red tape. That’s where the politicians and lawyers play a huge part. They navigate through the confusion, making sure the players are on the up and up.

The illegal pot business is dangerous. So is the legal one. It’s a business that brings in billions. For some, they would do anything to get a piece of that pie. From threats to sabotaging the crops, to arson and even murder.  Killer Weed indeed. It’s a fast paced thriller with some characters that you’ll love and some that you’ll want to…. well, erase from the picture. This is my first dive into the series and now I want more.

4 STARS

 

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Read an excerpt:

Chapter 1
Raiden Prince prowled the field on foot, a solitary figure moving purposefully in the dark through the field of tall green leafy stalks. The summer night wrapped around him like a shroud, making his eyes appear as black as pools of Texas crude oil and concealing his clandestine mission. In the velvet light, only the shape of the vegetation was visible, but the outline of the three-pronged leaves was unmistakable. He threw gasoline from a red gas can onto the field of hemp, backing up as he worked, so as not to soak his jeans or work boots with the flammable liquid. He returned the red can to the bed of his pickup, retrieved another gas can and moved to the opposite side of the field. There, he emptied the flammable liquid onto a greenhouse made of a steel frame and plastic sheeting, filled with high grade medical marijuana plants, some labeled Peanut Butter Breath, and others Blue Dream. The silence of the night was broken only by the rhythmic chirping of dog-day cicadas, and Prince’s off-key rendition of Red Headed Stranger. He did his best Willie Nelson imitation in his practiced backwoods Texas accent. He mimicked the elastic voices, that he’d heard most Texans use, by eliding certain syllables. All the vowels were stretched out in the middle of each word, and the end of them clipped, especially ones ending in ing. The music was just to set the mood for the evening’s tasks. He preferred rap. After he’d soaked the greenhouse, Prince backed toward the two lane county road as he threw the last of the gasoline. He then moved out of the field, onto the caliche roadbed, where he walked back to his old rusty pickup truck and placed the second gas can in the bed beside the first. # Brad and Thad Lane, each on an ATV with custom paint jobs and extra-large wheels, cut across the pasture from their picturesque home on the hill above the expansive farm owned by the Lane family. They often rode late at night when they could sneak out without waking their mother, Gladys. She was a heavy sleeper, as the pure of heart often are, but she was still a protective mother and didn’t like the twins roaming the acreage in the dark. Brad, the larger of the two, now shirtless, and already tan, played defensive end on the local high school football team, the Giddings Buffaloes. Thad, three minutes younger, wearing a white wife-beater undershirt, played tight end and was the more talented of the two. He was often compared to Travis Kelce because he was fast and often carried the ball in for the team’s touchdowns under Friday night lights, a Texas passion. Riding around the family farm was not an issue for the seventeen-year-olds, even at night. They knew every inch of the family property, as they’d been using it as their personal playground since they could walk. They had certain hiding places for their special crops. Not marijuana, there was plenty of that. Their secret was growing small patches of maize or clover near their bird blinds so they could enjoy a good season of dove hunting in the fall. It was called baiting, and was illegal, but this was their land, and they didn’t follow many rules once they entered the gate to the property they called home. The twins cut low into a narrow creek bed caused by hundreds of years of rain runoff, then peaked again at the top of a low mound overlooking the growing fields. From their vantage point atop the rise, Brad spied a solitary figure below, near the county road, his movements casting eerie shadows against the moonlit landscape. Brad’s brow furrowed in confusion as he pointed out the intruder to his brother. “Who is that?” Thad’s eyes narrowed as he squinted into the darkness, his instincts going on high alert. “Don’t think I know him. What the hell is he doing?” They watched the intruder move further onto the country road, then recede, taking a squarish object that appear to be a gas can with him. The man placed the can in the back of a pickup and returned to the edge of the field. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and just as he was about to thumb the heel, the twins came tearing down the rise, bearing down on the intruder on their ATV’s, while shouting obscenities. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “This is private property, Asshole.” At that moment, Prince thumbed the wheel, sparking the flint, and tossed the flaming Zippo, lighting up the edge of the field. The fire caught and expanded flaring toward the twins. They zigged and zagged, skirting the field and avoiding the flames by driving through a wet creek at the edge of the heat. Marijuana smoke puffed out of the burning field and then the greenhouse, the plants expelling gases that smelled sweet and exotic. Prince moved back toward his pickup, placing his right hand in his pocket and grabbing his keys to expedite his exit. He moved quickly, but the twins were quicker. Thad bounded his ATV up out of the creek bed and headed straight for Prince. Thad knocked Prince down with the front bumper, and Brad came charging up behind Thad. Prince pulled himself up, dropping his truck keys in the onslaught, and picked up a large limb that had fallen from a nearby oak. He swung it over and caught Brad across the chest with the heavy weapon before Brad could come to a complete halt, knocking him from the ATV. The machine continued into the roadbed and across to the neighboring fence, where it was caught by barbed wire and abruptly died. Thad did a wheelie in the road, turned back, stopped his ATV, and jumped off to help his brother. While he was bending over Brad, Prince came up behind him and slammed the same offending tree limb into the back of Thad’s head, knocking him out cold. Prince went down again as his right leg gave way from the injury caused by Brad’s ATV. Prince got up, limped nearer to the twins, and hit them again, although they were both already unconscious. “Stay down.” Prince sat down on a nearby rock outcropping to catch his breath and assess the situation. The fire popped and flared as he watched and listened for fire trucks that might have been dispatched. The two young men had seen his face and his truck. He could not risk their exposing him or his employer to scrutiny. Feeling the urgency to leave the scene of his crime, he made a decision. He limped back over to the bodies and dragged each twin in turn to the edge of the flames, leaving first Brad, and then Thad to be consumed by the fire. Prince then returned to his truck, but when he put his hand in his pocket to fetch his keys, there was nothing there. It was only then that he remembered dropping them when the first boy’s ATV had taken him down. He limped back to the area where he had been hit and searched the leaves, grass, and waning Bluebonnets with the flashlight on his phone. His search was in vain, and when he heard the siren of an approaching fire truck, and the grinding sound of another ATV coming closer from the direction of the farmhouse, he jumped into his truck and jerked the wires from beneath the dashboard. He hot-wired the engine, and it sparked and sputtered to a start. Prince threw gravel on his exit from the roadside and headed down the county road, leaving a trail of white caliche dust to mingle with the smoke from the burning field. *** Excerpt from Killer Weed by Manning Wolfe. Copyright 2024 by Manning Wolfe. Reproduced with permission from Manning Wolfe. All rights reserved.

 

 

About Author Manning Wolfe:

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Manning Wolfe

MANNING WOLFE, an award-winning author and attorney residing in Austin, Texas, writes cinematic-style, smart, fast-paced thrillers and crime fiction. Manning was recently featured on Oxygen TV’s: Accident, Suicide, or Murder. * Manning’s legal thriller series features Austin attorney Merit Bridges, including Dollar Signs, Music Notes, Green Fees, and Chinese Wall. * Manning’s new Proxy Legal Thriller Series features Houston attorney Quinton Bell and includes: Dead By Proxy, Hunted By Proxy, and Alive By Proxy. * Manning is co-author of Killer Set: Drop the Mic, and twelve additional Bullet Book Speed Reads. As a graduate of Rice University and the University of Texas School of Law, Manning’s experience has given her a voyeur’s peek into some shady characters’ lives and a front-row seat to watch the good people who stand against them.

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Turning thirty can be murder!

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Scooping Up Scandal

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Little Dog Diner Book 7

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by Emmie Lyn

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Genre: Cozy Mystery

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Turning thirty can be murder!

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When a body is discovered next to the Little Dog Diner on her milestone
birthday, Dani Mackenzie finds herself scooping up a scandal instead
of cutting cake.

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The prime suspect is the new owner of the Blueberry Bay Grapevine, but
the victim’s stepbrother and ex-girlfriend also have means, motive,
and opportunity.

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With this trio of suspects, it will take a good nose to uncover whodunnit.
At least Dani has her best friend—her Jack Russell, Pip—at her
side to help sniff out the killer! But in the meantime, her kick-off
to her thirties is turning into more of an upside-down cake than a
celebration as she uncovers money, a business scandal, and thwarted
love at the core of this crime.

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It will take the victim’s black Labrador and finding a winning lottery
ticket to solve this mystery, but Dani never throws in the towel.
Will she and Pip once again use their experience at solving mysteries
to bring justice to Misty Harbor, Maine, or will they be caught in
the crosshairs of the killer?

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My day off wasn’t supposed to start with a phone call startling me half to death. But it did.

I fumbled on the nightstand to silence my ringing phone even before my sleep-deprived brain surfaced through the fog.

“Hello?” I mumbled. The time blinked 5:30 on my watch. Really? Who was making calls at that hour? If I’d been fully awake, I would have checked the caller ID. But you know how it is. I reacted before thinking when caught by surprise. Or when aroused from a deep sleep. Oh, well. Too late to hang up and go back to dreamland. Because an unintelligible whisper came through the phone. Creepy.

Awake now and heart pounding from the unknown, I scooched up against the headboard until I was sitting up straight. Was this a crank call before the sun was barely above Maine’s Blueberry Bay? So much for sleeping in on the one day my Little Dog Diner was closed.

Pip, my Jack Russell terrier, looked at me with her head cocked as if asking what was going on? I had no more of a clue than she did.

I heard my name coming through the phone. “Dani? Dani Mackenzie?” The caller seemed confused as if she wasn’t sure she had the right number.

At first, I didn’t recognize the voice.

“Uh-huh?” I said, wishing I’d let it go to voicemail.

With my husband Luke out of town for a few days, I knew this wasn’t his deep, rumbling tone, so I was ready to hang up when I realized he wasn’t calling with some kind of emergency.

But then I heard, “It’s Cam. Camilla Carter?” Finally, a name to go with the mystery caller. “The Blueberry Bay Grapevine? I hope I didn’t wake you,” she said low.

Why the whisper, I wondered. Was she afraid she’d wake the rest of the neighborhood?

Just then, Pip pushed her head under my arm and knocked the phone loose. When I grabbed it, I hit the speaker button, absently scratching under her ear. Of course, Pip leaned in for more love from me, at the same time Cam’s breathing startled me, amplified now and suddenly sounding like a buzzsaw.

“I’m awake,” I said, hearing the annoyance in my voice.

“I’m really sorry, Dani.” Cam paused. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

Fair enough, I thought, but her apology did little to soothe my irritation.

“What’s wrong, Cam?” I asked, hoping it was something simple like she’d locked herself out of her office and hoped I had a spare key. I did unless she’d changed the locks. Cam had just bought the weekly Grapevine newspaper from my grandmother, Rose Mackenzie. She’d moved into an apartment over the paper in a building next door to my diner and hadn’t made many friends yet. So, this early morning phone call made sense.

But when she hadn’t broken the silence on her end of the phone, I sat up a bit straighter, curious. “Cam? Are you okay?”

She whispered, “It looks like someone’s trying to break into your diner.”

That got my attention. “Call the police, Cam. I’m on my way.”

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Emmie Lyn grew up in a small town in
New England, much like the towns where her female characters
live—scenic, quaint and filled with colorful characters. She loves
to create mysteries with twists and unexpected turns that draw
readers in and capture their imagination.

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Emmie lives in rural Massachusetts with her husband, a rescue terrier, and
a black cat with a bad attitude. She shares twelve acres with a wide
variety of wildlife including deer, bunnies, turkeys, and many
songbirds. When she’s not busy thinking of ways to kill off a
character (for a book, of course!) she enjoys a cup of tea and
chocolate in her flower garden, hiking, or spending time near the
ocean.

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Heart & Soul

by Toby Negus

 

 

Genre: Lyrical Inspirational Prose

Synopsis

Truths beautifully expressed

Toby Negus, author and illustrator of The Heart Knows What the Mind Cannot See, has created a collection of lyrical inspirational prose messages coupled with colorful and mesmerizing symbolic illustrations that speak to the soul.

The author has continued his exploration of the most transformational psychospiritual concepts that lie deeply within all humans, bringing the wisdom of heart and soul into the light for our minds to connect with and grow from. He weaves his messages through a variety of topics, including love, freedom, choice, truth, self-awareness, the now moment, healing, peace, and most importantly, the role of the heart and soul in enlightening humanity’s journey on Planet Earth. Connections are made among these concepts to help readers make the same connections in order to find peace in their own lives.

As an artist, the author takes his ethereal subject matter, fuses it with the colors and shapes presented by his own spiritual muse, and gives the reader a visceral inner transformation through symbol, intense color, and cosmic shape.

Heart and Soul creates a deep and beautiful immersion for the reader into their own heart’s beautiful depths.

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Enjoy this peek inside:

What’s love got to do with it?

Everything!

Without love, hope has no home, courage no direction, and fortitude no purpose. It is why we dance and why we give. It brings meaning to life; for without love there is no colour, no passion, and no joy.

Its presence can sustain us through the darkest hours and the wildest storms. It calms the troubled mind and mends the broken heart.

Our love gives us strength for a leap of faith, a trust in life, a wish for tomorrow, and a living of the day. It is why we will always try again, to lift ourselves up and be what we love. And when we do this, when we renew ourselves with some act of love, we are as Creation, and Creation lives because of it.

What’s love got to do with it?

Love is why we live.

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About Author Toby Negus:

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Toby Negus is an artist, both with paints and of the spirit. His work reflects a deep commitment to meeting life on its terms and an equally deep understanding of human nature.

Toby has studied and taught spiritual and personal development in the UK and around the world for over two decades. He is qualified in advanced counselling, as a life coach and as a Cognitive Behaviour therapist. He is an Amazon best-selling author of a collaborative Conscious Creators book and has illustrated and self published two books on the subject of self-awareness and the spiritual journey. He has articles published in national magazine and has given talks and run workshops in support of his published work within the UK.

In the last few years, he has created many pieces of artwork that are a reflection of his spiritual journey. These have appeared in magazines and have been exhibited in the UK.

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  Ron’s journey is met with life-affirming friendships and lessons along the way.

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Exiles

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Reflections of Michael Trilogy Book 3

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by L.J. Ambrosio

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Genre: Contemporary Fiction, Coming of Age

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 In this final book in the Reflections of Michael Trilogy, Michael’s
wish was for Ron to exile himself in the heart of Paris with its
beautiful culture and citizens as they protest and fight for the soul
of the city. Ron’s journey is met with life-affirming friendships and
lessons along the way.

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A story that began with A
Reservoir Man
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concludes with this final book, Exiles.

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What readers are saying:

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Each character
Ron meets during his personal journey is unique, and they all feel
like real people, something Ambrosio has proven time and again is a
strength of his. If you enjoy literary fiction with an epic personal
journey woven through the pages, then you need to read this trilogy.”
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This book,
like the ones before it, evokes a range of emotions—laughter, fear,
excitement, wonder, and grief. Ambrosio’s ability to weave these
feelings into the narrative is what makes the trilogy so special.”
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Exiles is a
brilliant book that will leave you spellbound with its emotional
payoff. Author Ambrosio’s finale to the Reflections of Michael
Trilogy is a must-read for anyone who appreciates literary fiction
that speaks to the soul.” – Goodreads Review

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CHAPTER ONE

 

A cool autumn breeze, in the twilight, wrapped around our exile who sat on a bench in front of a bookstore that resembled a place we might find in a Tolkien novel. On this street, rue de la Buccheri, was the bookstore Shakespeare and Company. The store itself was famous for housing the books of many great literary artists on their shelves. They also supported any young or old artistic vagabonds by allowing them to sleep in the aisles of the bookstore on makeshift beds when finding themselves homeless.

Ron, who managed the store, sat on this bench every evening thinking of Michael. Ron thought of things he remembered and how much he learnt from Michael. He felt the emptiness in his soul, yearning to have that connection just one more time. He had lived in Paris for six years now, a brief time for an exile, yet he was free from a society drowning in untruths; his refuge was the bookstore.

Just like every night, as Ron prepared to close the store, he occasionally checked the front of the store, looking for his friend. Then, he noticed another young man still looking at books on the outside shelves.

Ron moved outside to get a closer look at the late customer under the guise of moving the outdoor book bins back inside. He suddenly noticed that the young man was putting a book down his pants.

Ron raised his voice and shouted for the thief to put the book back on the shelf. The young man, caught in the act, ran away.

The young man sprinted and tripped while running past the café. In this stumble, he decided to turn the corner and make his way rapidly toward la Seine.

Ron, weak in the legs from forgetting the spirit of his youth, had been managing bookstores more than living life. His legs pumped forward. but with the awkwardness of an old man who had forgotten how to walk. In a few seconds he was up to speed and ran faster to catch the thief.

Near the corner, Ron had missed his opportunity to slow and check for other people walking, so he slammed into a group of women. He especially blasted into an old lady whose groceries flew into the sky, and a yogurt splattered against a wall and the faces of the other women. She turned to condemn her assailant, but he was already on the next block in pursuit of the thief.

He spotted the thief at the Notre Dame Hotel, out of breath, leaning against a pillar. Surprised at the thief’s choice to stop here, he slowed down and let his feet pound the street into a halt.

Ron grabbed at him but still missed his shoulder.

“Give me the book back!” he said, very loudly.

The thief just shrugged his shoulder, a mocking smile. His smile made the act of chasing him through the streets feel silly, as if this were a game that had been played and he took it too seriously.

The thief looked at Ron and asked, sarcastically, “What language are you speaking?”

“What do mean? I am speaking French!”

Our thief laughed, turned to a random man who walked down the street, and said, “This young man thinks he is speaking French Go ahead say something to this stranger; he will tell you are speaking some other language other than French!”

“I will call the police,” Ron said firmly.

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A Reservoir Man

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Reflections of Michael Trilogy Book 1

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Reflections on the Boulevard

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Reflections of Michael Trilogy Book 2

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 Louis J. Ambrosio ran one of the most nurturing bi-coastal talent
agencies in Los Angeles and New York. He started his career as a
theatrical producer, running two major regional theaters for eight
seasons. Ambrosio taught at 7 Universities. Ambrosio also
distinguished himself as an award-winning film producer and novelist
over the course of his impressive career.

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Meet Rue Channing. She’s just the witch to finish what her ancestors started.

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Rue the Slay

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Laurel Haven Witches Book 1

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by ReGina Welling

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Genre: Paranormal Women’s Fiction

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 Three hundred years ago, four

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witches went into the forest to cast a spell of protection against

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the evil creeping into their town but they were too late.

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Today, Rue Channing never sees it coming, and she should because seeing is
her special power. Still, who would have expected to be kidnapped and
hauled off to a small coastal town in Maine?

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But that is exactly what happened. Now, Rue, a lover of order and strict
routines, is dragged out of her comfort zone and into a new life in
the small, coastal town of Laurel Haven.

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Things could not be worse, she thinks, until she meets the man next door and decides
they could. Ry McFadden is the most infuriating man on the planet.
He’s a study in contrasts; grumpy yet generous, intensely private,
but somehow open. Rue can’t think what to do with him, except she
can, and that just makes things worse.

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The problem is, Ry McFadden just might be part of Rue’s destiny as she learns she’s
been brought to Laurel Haven to finish what her ancestors started.

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“Excuse me. I don’t think that area’s for paying customers.”

The man’s voice sounded like Alan Rickman and Benedict Cumberbatch had a baby but without the British accent. He could read me a bedtime story, Rue thought as the deep tones shivered across the air.

“No worries. I’m not planning to pay for anything.”

“Get back here,” he called out when she took another step.

Dismissing that, Rue waggled her fingers over one shoulder but kept going and caught Tansy pulling another sheet of cookies out of a professional oven that Rue knew damn well she couldn’t afford. How much debt had Tansy racked up in a single morning?

Still, the scents of sugar and butter set Rue’s stomach grumbling. “You’re hired if you want the job. I have no idea how to run a bookstore, but if you stay on, I guess we’ll figure it out between us, so I’d like to make it official. Providing we don’t go out of business in a week because I can’t afford the stock or that stove. Or the ingredients in those cookies come to that.”

Grinning—did the woman ever not smile?—Tansy did a little two-step, bobbled the cookie sheet, then set it on the stainless worktable. “Not to worry. We’ll talk about the finances later.” With practiced speed, she transferred warm cookies to a lined display tray. “I have a customer waiting for these.” Picking up the tray, Tansy headed out, leaving Rue to follow.

“You mean Mr. Grumpy?” She kept her voice low since Tansy was nearly out of hearing distance anyway. The woman moved like lightning.

“They’re still warm,” Tansy was saying when Rue came up behind her. “You came in at just the right time.”

Mr. Grumpy turned a million-watt smile on her and accepted the cookie Tansy offered, but his expression hardened when he turned toward Rue. “I’m not sure how they do things where you’re from, but in Laurel Haven, customers know enough to stay on this side of the counter.”

“Oh, but—“

Rue cut Tansy off. “I’m glad to hear it, but I believe I’ve already mentioned I’m not a customer. My name is Rue, and this is my shop, so if it’s okay with you, I’ll go anywhere I please.”

“You’re one of…them.” He nodded toward Tansy. “That explains some things.” His hazel eyes searched her face as if looking for validation of something she didn’t quite understand. He offered his hand when she came out from behind the pastry case. Steeling herself for what she might see, Rue took it. It wouldn’t bode well for her business if she ran off potential customers. Even ones like him.

The vision of him armed with a sword, his eyes blazing black, and riding a dark horse through misty woods slid across Rue’s mind, bringing with it a bone-deep sense of recognition. Here was the figure that had haunted her most romantic dreams come to life.

“I suppose I am,” she said.

“Then, I guess I’m your new neighbor. I live upstairs.”

“You have more than that in common.” After popping two cookies in a bag, Tansy joined them.

“I can’t imagine what,” Rue muttered. This man was clearly an outlaw of some sort. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have seen what she’d seen. He certainly looked the part with dark hair falling recklessly over his furrowed brow, eyes narrowed, and lips that might have been kissable if they weren’t set in a stern line. Even annoyed, Rue had to admit, he packed a hell of a punch.

He wasn’t Rue’s type at all. Not one little bit.

Grinning, Tansy made the introductions by pointing and naming them in turn. “Ry. Rue.”

Okay, now Rue understood. They lived in the same building and had names that sounded sort of similar. As far as common ground went, she figured theirs was roughly the size of a postage stamp. The man put her hackles up even when he wasn’t talking.

“Ry?” she said, unable to help herself. “What’s that short for? Wait, let me guess. It’s Ryder, right?” A wicked smile tugged at her lips. “Ryder…Storm. That’s it, isn’t it? Or maybe it’s Ryder Strong. Either one sounds like the perfect name for an urban cowboy with a hero complex.”

Where had that come from? Rue considered herself a circumspect woman, but everything about this day brought out the worst side of her tongue.

“The name’s McFadden, ma’am,” he drawled and tucked his thumbs into his belt. “Ryland McFadden at your service, but you can go ahead and call me Ryder if it helps you feel better.” He cocked his head to the side. “What’s Rue short for? Wait. Let me guess. It’s Rudella, isn’t it? Like Cinderella, only meaner.”

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I live in Maine with my husband, a silly flufferpup named Dash, and a
crazy cat named Cricket. I write full time and also create mixed
media artwork when I get the chance.

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When I was three, my mom brought home a new book and when she went to read
it to me, I read it to her instead. That was when she realized I’d
learned to read. Since then I couldn’t even estimate the number of
books I’ve read. It’s a lot!

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Murder at Mistlethwaite Manor
by AJ Skelly

 

Murder at Mistlethwaite Manor
Historical Cozy Mystery 
Setting –  Mistlethwaite Manor, Christmastime, in 1895 England
Publisher ‏ : ‎ Quill & Flame Publishing House (June 26, 2024)
Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 252 pages
ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1957899786
ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1957899787
Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0D2VJKH2B

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Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None meets The Gilded Age in this delicious, suspenseful murder mystery.

When Lady Emma Grace Hastings receives a much-coveted invitation to the most auspicious Christmas party of the season—one that comes with a 10,000 pound prize for the winner of a mysterious game—she cannot believe her good fortune.

But as the guests are assembled at Mistlethwaite Manor, the chilling intent of the game is revealed. Each guest has cause for alarm, because all of them have secrets, and to win the prize money, those secrets must be exposed.

Things take a sinister turn when Emma Grace finds herself caught between her old love and her soon-to-be betrothed. Suspicions abound, and old wounds are opened. The dead body in the study does not help. Nor does the raging winter storm that prevents escape from the manor. Emma Grace must battle her heart, use her wits, and put her sleuthing skills to the test to survive the weekend alive.

Because there is a murderer among them.

And no one with secrets is safe.

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About AJ Skelly

AJ Skelly is an author, reader, and lover of all things fantasy, mystery, and fairy-tale-romance. And werewolves. She has a serious soft spot for them. As an avid life-long reader and a former high school English teacher, she’s always been fascinated with the written word. She lives with her husband, children, and many imaginary friends who often find their way into her stories. They all drink copious amounts of tea together and stay up reading far later than they should.

You can read more of her short stories at www.ajskelly.com.

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Death Secrets

by January Bain

 

 

Genre: Crime Thriller

Synopsis

A gripping thriller that explores the lengths one will go to for family, and the resilience needed to stand against the darkness.

In the shadow of Alaska’s towering peaks, Anna Hale is haunted by a past painted in flames and betrayal. Marked by the tragic death of her mother and the scars of a childhood marred by violence, Anna has fought tirelessly to build a semblance of normalcy, only to have it shattered again and again. The latest blow comes when her sister, Tia Pace, vanishes without a trace, reigniting old wounds and casting Anna into a nightmare where she’s the prime suspect.

As she grapples with her stepfather’s execution and the weight of suspicion, another crisis looms: Zoe Pace, her other sister, has disappeared in an eerily similar manner. The only clue a sinister black rose and a chilling letter. When her brother Josh, now a dedicated cop in the Anchor Police Department, begs for her assistance, Anna is pulled back into the fray. Despite the agony of reopening old wounds, she embarks on a desperate quest to unravel the mystery of her sisters’ disappearances.

Faced with the unforgiving Alaskan frontier, Anna must confront a tangled web of corruption and deceit, with a copycat killer moving in the shadows. With every tick of the clock, Anna’s hope for a normal life slips further away, but her resolve to find her sisters and bring them home burns fiercer than ever. Will Anna’s journey through the cold, dark paths of Alaska lead her to her sisters, or will she find herself lost in the depths of a conspiracy that threatens to consume everything she holds dear?

Dive into this chilling tale of loss, courage, and the relentless pursuit of justice against the backdrop of Alaska’s unforgiving wilderness. Order your copy now.

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Anna Hale cranked up the volume on her headphones, desperate to study for her high school English exam scheduled for the morning, but the hypnotic beat couldn’t mask the loathed voice of her stepfather growing louder by the second.

“You whore! Sneaking around and giving me those pious looks. You don’t think I don’t know better. I should throw you out right now, you and your bitch of a daughter!”

The soft sounds of her mother trying to pacify him were indistinct, impossible for her to hear.

Pass out already, old man.

She tried forcing her mind on the textbook, but the lines of printing blurred, making it hard to concentrate. If the subject at hand was a math or science quiz, she’d ace both without much effort. And that one computer module they’d had this semester had fascinated her. She yearned for a career in data processing, discovering all the secrets. That was if she got a choice. Her stepfather was threatening to make her leave school early to help bring more money into the household. She rolled her eyes in disgust. The guy just couldn’t hold down a job. Never his fault, like his shitty attitude wasn’t a factor. Or that his breath so often stank of booze, and his body of stale sweat.

The conversation from earlier between her and her mom bothered her like a harbinger of things to come, making it harder to focus. “I’ve made arrangements. If anything happens to me—go next door. Alex and Cindy Pace will look after you. And you get along so well with Josh and the twins.”

Her mom had talked over Anna’s every denial of anything ever happening to her. Anna was going to keep her mom safe. Learn karate or something badass at the gym to give her the upper hand. But her mom had made her promise and she had gone along with it. Anna didn’t want her mom worrying more than she already did, not that she wouldn’t stay and help her if worst came to worst. She’d never desert her mom. They had to stick together, no matter what.

Another loud series of barks drew her attention away from her favorite daydream of getting a high-paying job, of taking her mother far, far away. She’d also warned her to stay out of it, that her stepfather couldn’t help himself having to work at a job he hated, but Anna’s stomach churned with the effort. She wiped her damp palms on her patched jeans, straining to hear, the test long forgotten.

A loud crashing sound of something falling erupted downstairs. She dumped the headset and jumped off the bed, then raced down the narrow staircase in her sock feet, her pulse hammering in her ears, her head about to explode. She rounded the sharp corner that composed the L-shaped kitchen and living room, the clean but faded linoleum with most of the square-shaped pattern worn down to gray splotches, slippery beneath her feet. Her disgusting bear of a stepfather stood over her mom, his meaty fists raised like a boxer, his pugnacious face darkened by raw hatred.

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January Bain is an award-winning author who firmly believes that stories unite us, that good stories help us to discover the commonality of the human experience by supporting values, empathy and understanding. She writes with her heart, mind, and soul, hoping that her novels will touch your life, giving you moments of freedom as you fly with her to other worlds.

Bain has had the pleasure of select novels being turned into games, and her work is also available in different languages.

January and her husband live in rural Canada on peaceful acreage where a variety of wildlife comes to visit regularly and expect to be fed and paid attention to.

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 His inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can save them both.

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Cordelia Manor

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A Haunted Hearts Series Book

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by Adam J. Ridley

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Genre: LGBTQ M/M Paranormal Romance

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His inheritance may lead to his death, unless a magical caretaker can
save them both.

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Evan inherits a mysterious manor house that’s filled with restless spirits and Cary is the
manor’s magical caretaker charged with managing them.

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When the two meet, they unwittingly become the target of one of the manor’s most vengeful
ghosts.

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Despite the dangers, a passionate and deep love blossoms between them. Will that love be
enough to protect them as they unravel Cordelia Manor’s secrets, or
will the past repeat itself, destroying them and all they’ve built
together?

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Cordelia Manor is part of the Haunted Hearts series.

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Series about love and the things go boo in the night. Join us on our
romantic journeys over 10 books from some of your favorite authors!
Be sure to read the entire series so you don’t miss a moment of
falling in love, or sometimes falling into a happily ever after-life!
Each book is a standalone but why not read them all? Everyone
deserves the HEA!

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After years of writing romance under the pen name Blake Allwood, I decided
to pursue my other genre passion, fantasy and science fiction. Adam
J. Ridley is the reality of that pursuit.
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My husband of 28 years and I have had an adventurous life. We’ve had many businesses, we’ve
raised over twelve foster children, two of which we adopted, and had
at least two professional careers.

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To say we are people who seek experiences is an understatement.

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As I’ve grown older, my passions seem to be better reflected in my imagination. Fantasy,
urban fantasy, and science fiction all allow me to escape into
worlds that transcend life. I’ve always been a major lover of
fantasy writing and started reading it at a rather young age.

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We’ve been doing this since 2017 and y’all, we love it.

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Rockstar Book Tours.

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CABARET MACABRE: A Locked-Room Mystery
(Joseph Spector Series)

Author: Tom Mead

 

 

Pub. Date: July 16, 2024

Publisher: Mysterious Press

Formats: Hardcover, eBook, Audiobook

Pages: 320

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Find it: Goodreadshttps://books2read.com/CABARET-MACABRE 

 

This latest puzzle mystery from the author of Death and the
Conjuror
 and The Murder Wheel takes stage magician
sleuth Joseph Spector to a grand estate in the English countryside.

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Victor Silvius has spent nine years as an inmate at The Grange, a private
sanatorium, for the crime of attacking judge Sir Giles Drury. Now, the judge’s
wife, Lady Elspeth Drury, believes that Silvius is the one responsible for a
series of threatening letters her husband has recently received. Eager to avoid
the scandal that involving the local police would entail, Lady Elspeth seeks
out retired stage magician Joseph Spector, whose discreet involvement in a case
Sir Giles recently presided over greatly impressed her.

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Meanwhile, Miss Caroline Silvius is disturbed after a recent visit to her
brother Victor, convinced that he isn’t safe at The Grange. Someone is trying
to kill him and she suspects the judge, who has already made Silvius’ life a
living hell, may be behind it. Caroline hires Inspector George Flint of
Scotland Yard to investigate.

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The two cases collide at Marchbanks, the Drury family seat of over four
hundred years, where a series of unnerving events interrupt the peace and quiet
of the snowy countryside. A body is discovered in the middle of a frozen pond
without any means of getting there and a rifle is fired through a closed
window, killing a man but not breaking the glass. Only Spector and his mastery
of the art of misdirection can uncover the logical explanations for these
impossible crimes.

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An atmospheric and puzzling traditional mystery that pays homage to the
greatest writers of the genre’s Golden Age, Cabaret Macabre is
the third book in Tom Mead’s Joseph Spector series, hailed by the Wall
Street Journal
 as “a recipe for pure nostalgic pleasure.” The books
can be enjoyed in any order.

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MY REVIEW

Dust off the old brain pan folks. This one will put it to the test. How does a man get shot to death in a locked room and there are no bullet holes in the windows? How does a body get in the middle of a frozen pond? See, I told you this would be a tough solve. I love it when it’s tough. Makes me wish I was Peter Falk’s character, Lt. Columbo. Remember that show. He knew who did it, how they did it and why from the first time he met the suspect. The fun was seeing how he figured it out and proved it.

The cast or characters couldn’t be more fascinating…. or different.  An inmate at an insane asylum. A judge and his wife. A retired stage magician. An inspector from Scotland Yard. They all brought something to the table.

And the author did his best to keep my thoughts spinning and leading me down the garden path to some dead ends. Gotta love it when you have no clue of the who and how and still derive so much pleasure in not knowing.

This is the third book in the series and didn’t require my having to read the first two. It read easily as a stand alone. But, I want more by this author and will be grabbing those too.

5 STARS

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Reviews:

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“Ingenious . . . Mead hides all
the clues in plain sight, constructing a fair-play puzzle that will delight and
challenge readers who love pitting their own wits against the author’s. It’s
another crackerjack entry in an exceptional series.”― Publishers
Weekly STARRED REVIEW

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“Mind-bogglingly complex . . . A lovely valentine to Mead’s idol, John
Dickson Carr, and even more to Clayton Rawson’s tales of The Great
Merlini.”― Kirkus

 

 

Enjoy this peek inside:

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Bit by bit, Joseph Spector’s
world was shrinking. He was an old man now; his friends were dying off one by
one; his legs and back ached. A new decade―the 1940s―was scarcely a year away,
but to Spector this felt less like a new beginning than an eked-out ending.

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However, time had left two
of Spector’s attributes mercifully unharmed. The first was his mind, which was
as quick and devilishly brilliant as ever. The second was his hands, which had
lost none of their spindly dexterity. In the distant past he had been a music
hall conjuror, and he still dressed like one in a suit of black velvet, with a
cloak lined in red silk. He brought a touch of old-world flamboyance into the
murky 20th century; he walked with a silver-tipped cane and dabbled in the
occult. He was out of step with his era, and yet he was an indelible product of
it; an embodiment of the baroque, the Grand Guignol.

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Spector was on his way back
from a meeting of the London Occult Practice Collective when he first realised
someone was following him. The meeting had been out in Greenwich. It was a
pleasant trip with good food, good conversation, and one or two amusing tricks
into the bargain. Spector waited for the train back into the City feeling fat
and happy. But as he perched on one of the metal benches which lined the
platform, he felt eyes on him.

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It was mid-afternoon, and
already dusk was closing in. The platform’s overhead lamps flickered to life
and clutches of travellers chatted, smoked and stamped their feet to stave off
the chill. Spector sat motionless with his bare fingers twined around the
handle of his cane.

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Once he realised he was
under scrutiny, he waited a moment or two to make sure it was not simply his
imagination, or a trick of the gathering dark. But it wasn’t. Somewhere among
the little clusters of waiting travellers, somebody was watching him. Very slowly,
Spector turned, and with a sweeping glance took in the entire vista of the
platform. There were a few lone commuters, but only one viable suspect: a tall
man whose head was now hidden behind a three-day-old Herald. Spector studied
the man’s lower half, which was all that could be seen of him. Smart, tailored
trousers and impeccable patent leather shoes; a poor choice for this weather.
Whoever the man was, he was certainly no professional.

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Soon enough, the train
arrived in a shriek of steam, and Spector smiled to himself as he boarded.

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He disembarked at Paddington
and took a gentle amble through the crowds. He was in no rush to get back to
Putney. And once again, the eyes were on him. The man followed him along the
central concourse, past the various concession stands, as he threaded his way
through the bustle and toward the stone steps down into the Underground. Before
he began his descent, Spector cast a quick glance in the man’s direction, just
to check that he had not lost him.

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He hadn’t. There the fellow
was, loitering in the shadow of a nearby pillar beneath the clock. Spector
headed down the steps, and the man followed.

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His pursuer maintained a
careful distance on the Tube, but even though he frequently employed his
out-of-date newspaper, Spector got a good look at the man’s face. He was
younger than Spector had first thought, which went a considerable way toward
explaining these idiotic “Boy’s Own” antics. He had a merciless
Gwynplainian grin, but there was a vacancy in his eyes that told of both
ignorance and arrogance. He was convinced that he had the upper hand.

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Stepping off the train at
Putney, Spector ascended the steps to street level and wondered briefly how
best to go about dealing with this fellow. There were two places in which he
was truly comfortable: the first was his home in Jubilee Court, a weird ramshackle
dwelling crammed with decades’ worth of macabre bric-a-brac. The second was the
nearby public house, The Black Pig; an ill-lit, low-ceilinged Elizabethan
tavern. To step through its door was to step back in time. Spector was as much
of a fixture there as the brass beer taps; it would not be the same without the
grey fug of his cigarillo smoke choking the atmosphere, or his skeletal,
cheerily funereal figure seated by the fire in the snug. From time to time he
gave impromptu displays of legerdemain: cardistry or coin manipulation to
bamboozle the regulars.

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The Black Pig glowed warmly
at the other end of the street, its painted sign swinging in the icy breeze.
The young man halted. The magician had pulled off some kind of vanishing
act―the street was empty. The young man continued at a slower pace, his brow
creasing. He tilted his trilby back, as though he might find Joseph Spector
hiding behind the brim.

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“What in the
hell―” he said, before his words were cut off by a sudden, sweeping motion
at his feet. The silver-tipped cane clipped his ankles and sent him sprawling,
his hat scudding off into the darkness.

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The young man rolled onto
his back with a groan, and Joseph Spector towered over him. The old conjuror
smiled. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

 

 

About Tom Mead:

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Tom Mead is a Derbyshire mystery writer
and aficionado of Golden Age crime fiction. His debut novel, Death and
the Conjuror
, was an international bestseller, nominated for several
awards, and named one of the best mysteries of the year by The Guardian and Publishers
Weekly
. Its sequel, The Murder Wheel, was described as “pure
nostalgic pleasure” by the Wall Street Journal and “a delight”
by the Daily Mail. It was also named one of the Best Traditional
Mysteries of 2023 by CrimeReads. His third novel, Cabaret
Macabre
, will be published in 2024.

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7/4/2024

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Waffle

Excerpt

7/5/2024

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Excerpt

7/6/2024

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7/7/2024

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IG Review

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7/12/2024

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Review/IG Post

7/13/2024

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Review/IG Post

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7/14/2024

Lifestyle of Me

Review

7/15/2024

Fire
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Review/IG Post

7/16/2024

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7/17/2024

Edith’s Little Free Library

IG Review/LFL Drop Pic/TikTok Post

7/18/2024

Country Mamas With Kids

Review/IG Post

7/19/2024

Kim’s Book Reviews and Writing Aha’s

Review/IG Post

7/20/2024

The Momma Spot

Review/IG Post

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7/21/2024

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IG Review

7/22/2024

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Review/IG Post

7/23/2024

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7/24/2024

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Review/IG Post

7/25/2024

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Review/IG Post

7/26/2024

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7/27/2024

A Blue Box Full of Books

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7/28/2024

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Review

7/30/2024

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There is a murderer among them. And no one with secrets is safe.

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Murder at Mistlethwaite Manor

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by AJ Skelly

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Genre: Historical Romantic Suspense, Mystery

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Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None meets The
Gilded Ag
e in this delicious, suspenseful murder
mystery.

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When Lady Emma Grace Hastings receives a
much-coveted invitation to the most auspicious Christmas party of the
season—one that comes with a 10,000 pound prize for the winner of a
mysterious game—she cannot believe her good fortune.

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But as the guests are assembled at Mistlewaithe Manor, the chilling
intent of the game is revealed. Each guest has cause for alarm,
because all of them have secrets, and to win the prize money, those
secrets must be exposed.

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Things take a sinister turn when
Emma Grace finds herself caught between her old love and her
soon-to-be betrothed. Suspicions abound, and old wounds are opened.
The dead body in the study does not help. Nor does the raging winter
storm that prevents escape from the manor. Emma Grace must battle her
heart, use her wits, and put her sleuthing skills to the test to
survive the weekend alive.

.

Because there is a murderer among them.

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And no one with secrets is safe.

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“If you’ll follow me, my lady.” The same maid, skin pale and hair nearly white blonde under her tidy white cap, bobbed a curtsy and indicated I should follow her down another chilly hallway.  Thick, vibrant carpets muffed our steps as I trailed the woman, trying not to ogle outright at the vast displays of wealth lining the walls.  Paintings, statuary, tables inlaid with mother of pearl and studded with semi-precious stones.  Tapestries likely worth more than a king’s ransom covered huge swaths of the stone.

We traipsed up two flights of curving stairs to yet another ornate hallway, this one dark with alternating paneled wood and red and gold damask cloth.

“Your chambers, my lady.  All the guest chambers are here on the third floor.  Women to the right side of the hallway, men to the left.  Do you require anything else momentarily?  Your luggage should all be present and accounted for.”

I stepped inside the room and delighted in the dazzling array of lush greens and soft pinks, completed by a sparkling chandelier hanging from the middle of the room.  Glass orbs dangled from its gilt arms, bending and refracting the light into a thousand rainbows across the walls and into the shadowed corners of the room.  My trunk and suitcase were stacked neatly beside a cherry wood vanity, which was set with a silver comb, brush, and mirror.  Another card with my name on it lay on its marble surface.

Excitement hummed beneath my skin, and suddenly I couldn’t wait to be alone to tear into this newest missive from my most elusive host.

I would avoid bloody hands this time.

“That will be all, thank you,” I demurred.

Once the door was shut, I abandoned all decorum, hiking my skirts above my ankles and racing to snatch the missive.

Tearing the envelope open like a savage, I slowed and reverently took out the folded card.

 

Lady Hastings,

 

Welcome to Mistlethwaite Manor.  I trust your stay here will be most memorable.  Please wear your finest holiday frock to dinner tonight.  The games will begin promptly at half past six.   Bring all your wit and charm and come prepared.

 

Yours truly,

The Master of Mistlethwaite

 

Come prepared?

Prepared for what?

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AJ Skelly is an author, reader, and
lover of all things fantasy, history, and fairy-tale-romance. And
werewolves. She has a serious soft spot for them. As an avid
life-long reader and a former high school English teacher, she’s
always been fascinated with the written word. She lives with her
husband, children, and many imaginary friends who often find their
way into her stories. They all drink copious amounts of tea together
and stay up reading far later than they should.


You can read more of her short stories at www.ajskelly.com.

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