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A day in the life of Nina Spark by Junie Coffey

When I set fire to my life in New York and left the noise, grime and a cheating ex-husband behind to start anew on Pineapple Cay, I certainly did not expect the bad old days to follow me down here in the form of my once-upon-a-time boss Professor Philip Putzel.

Philip arrived today. When I woke up this morning. I brewed a cup of coffee and took it out onto my back porch. The air was still, except for the trill of songbirds in the flowering shrubs beside the cottage. The sea was mirror smooth, lazy waves tumbling onto the white sand beach. Having grown up in a northern climate, I still thrill at the sight of that turquoise water and palm trees.

The peace didn’t last. My next door neighbor is back on island, and we had words. His name is Les and he’s a professional gambler, so he says. Anyway, after an unsatisfying exchange in his front yard, I left him to do his thing, and headed out to the airport to meet Philip. Philip’s hired me to organize a conference here on Pineapple Cay. He’s a difficult man, but I’m in no position to turn down a decent paying gig when it comes along.

Anyway, it was good to see some of the old gang. My old friend Victor Ross has come over from London for the event. Dr. Sylvia Putzel-Cross, Philip’s glamorous ex-wife arrived in style of a charter plane flown by a handsome pilot she met in the hotel bar last night. Things were decidedly frosty between her and Philip. Philip’s eager young assistant Bridget has accompanied him to Pineapple Cay. She must get by on her enthusiasm alone. Victor arrived with a very intense young man in hipster khakis carrying a knapsack bulging with notebooks and papers. Razor Hudson, a rising star at the Carmichael Institute of Leisure Studies, who has a chip on his shoulder about some slight he’s suffered at Philip’s hand recently. It should be an interesting week.

After dropping them all at the Inn to unpack, I stopped into the Redoubt, a breezy bar and grill on the waterfront to wait for my wash at the laundromat. The glass doors onto the deck overlooking the beach were open, and a sweet sea breeze floated in off the water. Danish was working the lunch shift. I slid onto a stool at the bar to wait for him to take my order. He swooped in, looked deeply into my eyes and said,

“Nina, everyone dies. Not everyone lives.”

His latest mantra. A true enough saying, which if printed in elegant script next to a picture of a waterfall in the pages of Oprah Magazine might be inspirational and life-affirming, but coming from Danish, Coconut Cove’s mailman-slash-yoga instructor-slash-bartender, it has an ominous ring to it. He’s up to something.

Danish is basically a good guy, but I don’t have time for any of his schemes right now. I’ve got my hands full for the next week with Philip and the conference at the Inn. I don’t know when I’ll see Ted again. I catch myself looking for his tall figure and distinctive broad-brimmed fishing hat in the crowd meeting the mail boat down on the wharf or in the Redoubt after sundown, but he hasn’t been around for days.

Anyway, there’s a new novel on my nightstand, a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge and a hammock hanging in the shade of the coconut palms on the beach in front of my cottage, beckoning to me. I just need to deal with Philip first, then I’ll get back to easy-living in the islands.


You can read more about Nina in Beachbound, the follow-up to Sunbaked in the “Pineapple Cay” mystery series that was released on August 8, 2017.

Living well is the best revenge . . . but not the only one.

Someone tried to kill Professor Philip Putzel. Sure, Nina’s arrogant former boss has a history of run-ins with everyone—Nina included—but expecting to find a real suspect in a banquet hall full of dull, book-toting academics? They’re more likely to kill a good joke than a fellow colleague. When Nina is questioned, her curiosity about whodunit leads her to investigate on her own, despite her promise to police chief Blue Roker.

Now Nina and her friends Pansy and Danish are combing the beaches for clues. And they’d better act fast, because someone out there is still planning to make good on a killer grudge.

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Giveaway: Leave a comment below for your chance to win a print copy of Beachbound. U.S. and Canadian entries only, please. The giveaway ends August 26, 2017. Good luck everyone!

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About the author
Junie Coffey lives with Fisherman Fred and Hurricane Annie in a little town north of forty-five degrees latitude, which got two hundred inches of snow last winter. She has worked as a travel writer and has both lived and worked throughout the Bahamas and the Caribbean, spending time in the islands every chance she gets. Beachbound is her second novel in the Pineapple Cay series featuring accidental sleuth Nina Spark. To learn more about the author and her work, visit www.pineapplecay.com.

All comments are welcomed.

My Musing ~ Deadly Tails by Beth Prentice

Deadly Tails by Beth Prentice is the second book in the “Unleashed” mystery series. Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing, August 2017

Chloe McDermott’s life in Westport is pretty close to perfect. She has a good job, a gorgeous boyfriend, Brody, and an adorable little dog, Theo.

But when Chloe receives a gift of an old chessboard from an elderly friend, her perfect life unexpectedly falls apart. Theo is dognapped, the chessboard is stolen, and her friend apparently commits suicide in his home. But when the autopsy reveals a murder, Chloe knows something doesn’t add up, and she suspects the old game board is at the center of it all. She enlists the help of her boyfriend’s hot-headed father and her flamboyantly fabulous BFF to get to the heart of the truth. Can she solve the riddle and find a killer before Theo is added to the body count? Or will she lose her little furry friend forever?

What an amusing book that tickled my funny bone. This fast-paced light whodunit was both entertaining and engaging. The narrative hit the right spot, pulling me in as I had to know what happens next. The mystery was well-crafted with suspects and clues that kept me in tuned to every scene and action. The situations the cast got entangled with was a hoot and I can’t wait for the next book in this delightfully appealing series.

My Musing ~ Pizza To Die For by Lea Wait

Pizza To Die For by Lea Wait. Publisher: Sheepscot River Press, August 2017

At fourteen, future chef Mikki Norden is ready for any kitchen emergency – except the unexpected death of her mentor, Mr. Baldacci. But Mikki’s learned a lot about solving crimes from her mother, an almost-published mystery author, so when the local New Jersey police rule Mr. B’s death a heart attack, she knows she has to prove otherwise, even if she’s a very amateur detective.

Mikki grows up fast as she discovers secrets surrounding Mr. B and his restaurant . . . and within her own family.

Wacky characters and situations make this a memorable coming-of-age mystery for readers of all ages.

This was an enjoyable short story that grabbed my attention immediately. When our heroine finds her mentor’s body, she suspects foul play and that’s when the adventure begins for this young amateur sleuth.

This evenly-paced drama perfectly matched how well the story flowed from chapter to chapter keeping me in tuned to all that was happening. From moving across the country and learning about her family’s history, Mikki is determined to find the person involved in Mr. B’s death. The author sets the stage for this light whodunit with a well-crafted mystery with plenty of suspects and I enjoyed watching how it all played out with each clue bringing me closer to the identity of the killer. With a great cast of characters that includes the two “body guards” whose idea of helping is amusing due to their ineptitude at getting the job done, this was a fun read and I would love to read more adventures with Mikki and her family.

Cover Reveal ~ Bones To Pick by Linda Lovely

I am excited to share with you the cover for the first book in the NEW “Brie Hooker” humorous mystery series from Henery Press, coming October 24, 2017.


Title: Bones To Pick
Series: Brie Hooker #1
Genre: Humorous Mystery
Publisher: Henery Press
Website: Linda Lovely

Living on a farm with four hundred goats and a cantankerous carnivore isn’t among vegan chef Brie Hooker’s list of lifetime ambitions. But she can’t walk away from her Aunt Eva, who needs help operating her dairy. Once she calls her aunt’s goat farm home, grisly discoveries offer ample inducements for Brie to employ her entire vocabulary of cheese-and-meat curses. The troubles begin when the farm’s pot-bellied pig unearths the skull of Eva’s husband, who disappeared years back. The sheriff, kin to the deceased, sets out to pin the murder on Eva. He doesn’t reckon on Brie’s resolve to prove her aunt’s innocence. Death threats, ruinous pedicures, psychic shenanigans, and biker bar fisticuffs won’t stop Brie from unmasking the killer, even when romantic befuddlement throws her a curve.

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Meet the author
Linda Lovely finds writing pure fiction isn’t a huge stretch given the years she’s spent penning PR and ad copy. Linda writes a blend of mystery and humor, chuckling as she plots to “disappear” the types of characters who most annoy her. Quite satisfying, plus there’s no need to pester relatives for bail. Her newest series offers good-natured salutes to both her vegan family doctor and her cheese-addicted kin. She’s an enthusiastic Sisters in Crime member and helps organize the popular Writers’ Police Academy. When not writing or reading, Linda takes long walks with her husband, swims, gardens, and plays tennis.

Giveaway: Leave a comment below for your chance to win a copy of Dear Killer, No Wake Zone, Dead Line, Dead Hunt and Lies, either Kindle/Nook (open to everyone) or paperback (U.S. residents only), winner’s choice. That’s FIVE books! The giveaway will end July 25, 2017. Good luck everyone!

Cover Reveal ~ 16 Millimeters by Larissa Reinhart

I’m excited to reveal the cover for the second book in the “Maizie Albright Star Detective” mystery series from Past Perfect Press, coming October 17, 2017.

A word from Larissa. . .
While I was in Japan, Georgia became the number one place to film movies, leaping past California, New York, and Canada. And thanks to Pinewood Studios building their American headquarters a few miles from my home, my hometown has become a mini-Hollywood. I’ve returned to Peachtree City, Georgia, and now have hipsters in my Kroger and movie stars working out in the local gym (not that I would know on the last one, but my BFF saw Thor doing pushups on her way to Zumba). There’s something called Vitality Bowl next to the Kroger. It claims to only make healthy food. And the quaint (old and dirty) BBQ joint I loved has disappeared.

“Georgiawood.” This is what partly inspired my new series, another humorous mystery, but with a heroine who’s about 180 personality degrees different from my other series’ heroine, Cherry Tucker.

In the first book, 15 Minutes, ex-teen TV and reality star, Maizie Albright, returns home to Black Pine, Georgia, determined to start a new career as a private investigator, modeled after her childhood starring role in Julie Pinkerton: Teen Detective. For a license in Georgia, she needs training and there’s only one gumshoe in Black Pine: Wyatt Nash of Nash Security Solutions. He’s got a hard body, Paul Newman eyes, and no interest in having an ex-actress for an apprentice. Unbeknownst to Maizie, the reality show cast of All is Albright and her stage-monster manager also follows her to Georgia.

Maizie’s got a big learning curve to overcome—not only in private investigations but also in life as a non-celebrity—but an optimistic disposition, years of therapy, and donuts will help her become the independent thinker her manager always hoped she wouldn’t become.

Check after my excerpt for a way to win the first book in the Maizie Albright Star Detective series, 15 Minutes! I hope you enjoy it!

Title: 16 Millimeters
Series: Maizie Albright Star Detective #2
Genre: Humorous Mystery
Publisher: Past Perfect Press
Website: larissareinhart.com

In continuing her career-makeover quest as a for-real detective, ex-teen and reality star Maizie Albright has a big learning curve to overcome. A sleuthing background starring in a TV show— Julia Pinkerton, Teen Detective—does not cut the real-life mustard. It doesn’t even buy her lunch, let alone extra condiments. Her chosen mentor, Wyatt Nash of Nash Security Solutions, is not a willing teacher. He’d rather stick Maizie with a safe desk job and handle the security solutioning himself. But Maizie’s got other plans to help Nash. First, win Nash’s trust. Second, his heart.

Wait, not his heart. His respect. His hearty respect.

So when a major movie producer needs a babysitter for his hot mess starlet, Maizie eagerly takes the job. But when her starlet appears dead, and then not dead, Maizie’s got more than an actress to watch and a missing corpse to find. Body doubles, dead bodies, and hot bodies abound when the big screen, small screen, and silent screams collide. Maizie’s on the job, on the skids, and on thin ice, hunting a killer who may be a celebrity stalker. And Maizie just might be the next celebrity who gets snuffed.

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About the author
A 2015 Georgia Author of the Year Best Mystery finalist, Larissa writes the Cherry Tucker Mystery and the Maizie Albright Star Detective series. The first in the Cherry Tucker series, Portrait Of A Dead Guy (2012), is a 2012 Daphne du Maurier finalist, 2012 The Emily finalist, and 2011 Dixie Kane Memorial winner. The sixth mystery, A Composition In Murder was released November 15, 2016. The debut in the Maizie Albright Star Detective series, 15 Minutes was released January 24, 2017. Her family and Cairn Terrier, Biscuit, lived in Nagoya, Japan, but just moved back to Georgia. See them on HGTV’s House Hunters International “Living for the Weekend in Nagoya” episode.

Find Larissa chatting on Facebook, Instagram, and Goodreads, or join her Facebook street team, The Mystery Minions.


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Chapter Three

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Music continued to thump through the porch’s floorboards. I rang, then hammered on the door again, tried the knob, and wondered what Cambria was doing with videographer kits. Maybe they were doing pre-release documentary footage for marketing and the final DVD extras. Or she had another job before Leonard’s movie started. I tore off another lemon poppyseed hunk, popped it in my mouth, and thought about leaving. I glanced behind me to the long, long, long path back to the club. Wiggled my pained toes. Considered sitting on the porch to wait. With the basket of muffins. Noted the recent tightness of my jeans. Then traipsed to the right-side window to see what Cambria was doing.

Light gleamed between the curtains and shone on a California King with rumpled sheets and a spread that had half-slid off the bed. Satin-cased pillows had been piled in the middle. Other para-phernalia had been scattered across the sheets. My lemon poppyseed chewing slowed and I felt heat suffuse my cheeks.

I didn’t want to know what kind of filming Cambria had been doing. Or not doing. I backed away from the window, turned toward the stairs, and stopped.

The kind of filming Cam-Cam might have been doing was the exact kind of “shitting up his movie,” Leonard Shackleton had been talking about. Cambria could be blowing her chance for this epic part if she and her boyfriend were getting frisky in front of a camera. A professional camera, by the look of the kit.

Why in the hell would they make a “home movie” with what looked like the kind of camera a documentary director would carry? This wasn’t a GoPro box or a camcorder. My heart thudded and blood heated to shoot up the back of my neck.

Shizzles, Cambria was going to blow her shot and my shot and Nash’s shot all in one idiotic, depraved video.

Unless I stopped her.

I spun around and pounded on the door. After waiting another beat, I tromped off the porch and circled the villa to the bedroom side window. A slope made the window too high for easy peeking, but the blinds were up and no curtains barred the view. I tiptoed around to the back of the villa. At the far end, a screen door swung out to reveal a locked, windowed door leading to the tiny kitchenette. The bathroom window revealed nothing except Cambria had a crap ton of makeup.

I stepped away, and spied a pile of logs. Found a sturdy looking piece cut evenly on both ends, hefted it against my satin blouse, and walked back to the bedroom window. Dropped the heavy log, missing my toes by an inch, positioned it below the window, and attempted to pull the splinters from my off-the-shoulder ruffles. Gave up on the splinters and cursed Cambria for her stupidity and for ruining my Juan Carlos Obando. Climbed on the log, rose to my toes, and peered in the window.

Saw the body on the floor.

And fell off the log.

Giveaway: Have you ever had a TV show or movie film in your town? What was it like for your community? Leave a comment below for your chance to win a signed copy of 15 Minutes. US entries only, please. The giveaway ends July 15, 2017. Good luck everyone!

All comments are welcomed.

My Musing ~ The Clock Strikes Nun by Alice Loweecey

The Clock Strikes Nun by Alice Loweecey is the fourth book in the “Giulia Driscoll” humorous mystery series. Publisher: Henery Press, May 2017

When terrified Elaine Patrick knocks on Driscoll Investigations’ door and insists her house is haunted, Giulia Driscoll’s first response is “we don’t handle ghosts.” When Elaine’s housekeeper and crackpot filthy rich cousin descend on Giulia and demand she find out who’s trying to steal sweet, fragile Elaine’s family business out from under her, that’s a different story. They want DI to provide Tarot readings, ghost hunting sessions, and even an exorcism.

Ghost hunting? There are apps for that. Tarot readings? Experts in the skill are right across the street. Exorcisms? Having a priest for a brother-in-law comes in handy. Giulia plunges into a crash course in all things supernatural, convinced everything happening to Elaine is stagecraft.

Except when it isn’t. Giulia’s about to discover a new dimension to sleuthing, if she can survive attempted murder long enough to see through the web of lies around her client.

Love, love, love this book. When a client comes to her office speaking of hauntings and such, there’s nothing else to do but seek help from your friendly business associate and your brother-in-law priest and what happens after that is a delightfully entertaining jaunt through the world of ghosts, readings and mayhem, oh my!

This was a fun book to read and quickly became a page turner as I had to know what happens next. The author did a great job in setting this mystery, which was nicely done, with a bevy of suspects and it was fun watching how it all played out with clues sprinkled throughout the story. There were some tense moments where the author’s description of a few scenes had me clutching my heart as our heroine faced a perilous situation, but nothing knocks her down. And that twist at the end when all was revealed, I did not see that coming. Great job! The main characters were accounted for and present and all played pivotal roles that enhanced the telling of this tale. The secondary characters were eccentrically entertaining and added to the mystique in this wonderfully engaging tome. Bonus to me was seeing the homage to my favorite monster and other sci-fi mentions. This is by far, the best book in this most endearing series and I can’t wait to see what exciting adventures awaits Giulia and her friends.

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A day in the life with Ivy Meadows by Cindy Brown

My name is Ivy Meadows. Actually that’s my stage name. My real name is Olive Ziegwart, which my dad says means “victory nipple” in German, and my agent say is a very bad name for an actor. So now I’m Ivy Meadows. As you may be able to tell, I’m an actress. I also work part-time at my Uncle Bob’s detective agency, so it’s not unusual for me to be searching for someone. It is unusual for me to searching for a little black pug, but my friend Marge’s dog Lassie had joined a pack of feral Chihuahuas that were running amok through Sunnydale, a retirement community on the edge of the Arizona desert. I really needed to find Lassie before a coyote did. And I loved him and Marge so much that I did the near-impossible: I got up at five o’clock in the morning.

Yes, five o’clock. In the morning. The last time I was up at five o’clock I was still awake from the night before. “Not a morning person” is stamped heavily on my DNA. But I’d heard that the pack of Chihuahuas was most active in the early morning and late night and I was at a callback for Annie Get Your Gun last night. So I bit the bullet, got up before anyone ever should, and drove to Sunnydale, where I went through a Jack in the Box drive-through. I took a big swig of coffee as I pulled back into traffic and promptly burnt my tongue. Even that didn’t wake me up entirely. I drove until I came to the spot where I’d seen the Chihuahuas disappear into the desert the night before last. I eased my truck onto the gravelly shoulder and scanned the desert, now charcoal gray under the lightening sky. Nothing.

Even so, I put my plan into action. I got out of the car with my two big Jack in the Box bags. I took a wrapped-up kiddie hamburger from one bag and threw it as far as I could into the desert. I had a pretty good arm, so the burger made it forty feet, rattling a desert broom bush as it touched down. I lobbed another one a bit closer to the road, then another, until I had a Hansel and Gretel trail of burgers leading to the road. Before getting back in my truck, I carefully placed the piece de resistance—a bacon ultimate cheeseburger—on the shoulder near my truck. Lassie loved cheeseburgers. And he loved me. I figured if I could get him this close, his cheeseburger-and-Ivy love would be strong enough to overcome his yearning for a pack, and he’d leave the Chihuahuas and come with me.

I waited in the cab of my truck with the window rolled up, partly because the pre-dawn morning was chilly, but mostly so the dogs would smell hamburgers instead of me. I sipped at my cooling coffee and watched the sun rise over the desert, its long fingers painting the desert gold.

The desert broom near the first burger shook. I watched carefully, but I couldn’t see any animal. Then again, Lassie was black and the Chihuahuas were short. The next bush moved. Definitely something there. I eased open the car door a crack so I could call Lassie when he got near. I watched the brush along the hamburger trail shiver as the dogs got closer.

Wait, what was that rumbling noise? Not thunder. No clouds in the sky. I heard it again, a low growling noise. Oh, sheesh. I took the lone breakfast sandwich out of the Jack in the Box bag and bit into it. Ugh. Cold egg and sticky cheese. At least it could keep my grumbling stomach from scaring the dogs away.

Or was it my stomach? No. Another growl, definitely from outside the truck. And closer. I slid down so most of me wasn’t showing and peered out the dirty window. Two figures slunk close to the dirt, gray and tan bodies blending into the indistinct shadows thrown by the rising sun. They came closer, and yes, they were growling. The noise made the hair on my arms stand up. So I did what any human being would do. I jumped out of the car.

“You better not eat Lassie!” I yelled at the surprised bobcats, whose ears flattened against their heads when they saw me. “If you do, I’ll come for you. And you owe me twenty bucks. Hamburgers don’t grow on bushes, you know.”


You can read more about Ivy in Ivy Get Your Gun, the fourth book in the “Ivy Meadows” mystery series.

There’s a new sheriff in town—and she can sing! When Gold Bug Gulch’s actor-gunslinger Mongo winds up shot for real, actress and part-time PI Ivy Meadows goes undercover as the ingénue in the tourist town’s melodrama. Unfortunately, she’s distracted by a pack of marauding Chihuahuas, a problematic love life, auditions for Annie Get Your Gun, and a personal mission: to show people the real Annie Oakley.

What’s more, the no-good, yellow-bellied varmint who killed Mongo isn’t finished with the Gulch—or with Ivy. Will our heroine prove she can get a man with a gun—before the killer gets her?

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About the author
Cindy Brown has been a theater geek (musician, actor, director, producer, and playwright) since her first professional gig at age 14. Now a full-time writer, she’s the author of the Agatha-nominated Ivy Meadows series, madcap mysteries set in the off, off, OFF Broadway world of theater. Cindy and her husband live in Portland, Oregon, though she made her home in Phoenix, Arizona, for more than 25 years and knows all the good places to hide dead bodies in both cities.

She’d love to connect with readers at cindybrownwriter.com (where they can sign up for her Slightly Silly Newsletter) or on Facebook or Twitter.

All comments are welcomed.

Cover Reveal ~ The Clock Strikes Nun by Alice Loweecey

I’m thrilled to reveal the cover for the fourth book in the “Giulia Driscoll” mystery series, coming May 30, 2017.

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Title: The Clock Strikes Nun
Series: Giulia Driscoll #4
Genre: Humorous Mystery
Publisher: Henery Press
Website: Alice Loweecey


When terrified Elaine Patrick knocks on Driscoll Investigations’ door and insists her house is haunted, Giulia Driscoll’s first response is “we don’t handle ghosts.” When Elaine’s housekeeper and crackpot filthy rich cousin descend on Giulia and demand she find out who’s trying to steal sweet, fragile Elaine’s family business out from under her, that’s a different story. They want DI to provide Tarot readings, ghost hunting sessions, and even an exorcism.

Ghost hunting? There are apps for that. Tarot readings? Experts in the skill are right across the street. Exorcisms? Having a priest for a brother-in-law comes in handy. Giulia plunges into a crash course in all things supernatural, convinced everything happening to Elaine is stagecraft.

Except when it isn’t. Giulia’s about to discover a new dimension to sleuthing, if she can survive attempted murder long enough to see through the web of lies around her client.


About the author
Baker of brownies and tormenter of characters, Alice Loweecey recently celebrated her thirtieth year outside the convent. She grew up watching Hammer horror films and Scooby-Doo mysteries, which explains a whole lot. When she’s not creating trouble for her sleuth Giulia Driscoll or inspiring nightmares as her alter-ego Kate Morgan, she can be found growing her own vegetables (in summer) and cooking with them (the rest of the year).

You can also connect with Alice on her Amazon page.

Book is available for pre-order at retail and online booksellers.

A day in the life of Maizy Emerson by Kelly Rey

motion-for-mischiefJamie Winters mentioned that someone wanted to know about a day in her life, but since she’s really old, like in her thirties, she’s in bed asleep or something right now, so you’re getting me instead. Consider yourself lucky. Don’t tell her I said this, but if we were Batman and Robin, she’d be Robin, and who wants to know what he’s up to all day long?

I’m Maizy Emerson, I’m seventeen, and I help Jamie solve murders. She’s got a job as a glorified legal secretary for a low class law firm, and I do hard and unnecessary time in the classroom, but we rock at the detective thing. My Uncle Curt doesn’t like it much that Jamie keeps finding dead people, but he still helps out sometimes. Which is good for Jamie, because she kind of has a thing going with Uncle Curt. Besides, he’s pretty useful when we need some muscle. Or someone to drive the getaway car.

Personally, I have no time for romance. Sometimes I let Brody Amherst buy me a Sizzli, but that’s just a resource retention calculation on my part. Jamie drives the stegosaurus of cars, so we need to be able to rent Honest Aaron’s junkers when hers breaks down. Honest Aaron doesn’t care that The Man is conspiring to keep me from getting my driver’s license, and I don’t mind little things like rusted-out floors and bloodstains. It’s a symbiotic relationship.

Just because my dad’s a cop doesn’t mean I can’t shop locally.

I should probably tell you that I mostly observe the arbitrary societal norms designed to oppress free thinkers and teenagers, but I had to crash Oxnard Thorpe’s wedding because Jamie was supposedly getting paid to be the maid of honor, and if you know anything about Jamie, it’s that she hates weddings. So there was bound to be serious entertainment value there. It was only a perk that Oxnard was the Adult Diaper King of New Jersey. The situation practically required me to buy that tasteful five dollar thrift store gown and show up. I had a pretty good time, too. If you’ve never checked out a gazillionaire’s mansion, I recommend it. Don’t judge. If rich people don’t want anyone to conduct self-guided tours, they shouldn’t hold parties.

Anyway, for some reason, all the guests left after the food fight, so there was no one around when Jamie and I found the groom dead in the swimming pool. Which might’ve seemed like an accident if Oxnard hadn’t given so many people a reason to want to kill him. We got some help, (if that’s what you want to call it) in finding the killer from Eunice Kublinski, the new lawyer in town. Eunice will be fierce once she gets that fainting problem under control.

And that’s how we got involved in Motion For Mischief.


You can read more about Maizy in Motion For Mischief, the fourth book in the “Jamie Winters” mystery series.

Legal secretary and sometimes-sleuth Jamie Winters thought she’d seen it all. . . until now.

When Oxnard Thorpe, the Adult Diaper King of New Jersey and one of Parker, Dennis’s most important clients, is found dead in the swimming pool of his sprawling mansion on his wedding night, his bride gives Jamie and her teenaged sidekick, Maizy, the green light to find the killer. Could it be the faded society maven, the bridesmaid for hire, the harried housekeeper, Oxnard’s embittered twin siblings, the surly wedding planner, the groom’s sketchy colleague, or even the not-so-blushing bride herself? Just when it seems things couldn’t possibly get more confusing, they get an assist from Eunice Kublinski, the firm’s timid new attorney with a morbid fear of public speaking—which makes things much, much worse! If Jamie doesn’t unravel the truth quickly, she may just be next on the killer’s list!

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Meet the author
Kelly Rey is the author of the Jamie Winters Mysteries and co-author with Gemma Halliday of Sherlock Holmes And The Case Of The Brash Blonde. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading, working out, and avoiding housework.

All comments are welcomed.

Motion For Mischief is available at online booksellers.