Thursday, February 20, 2025

The Golden Hour Murder by Jeanne Quigley Character Interview & Giveaway

The Golden Hour Murder: A Robyn Cavanagh Mystery by Jeanne Quigley

About The Golden Hour

 

The Golden Hour Murder: A Robyn Cavanagh Mystery 

Cozy Mystery 2nd in Series 

Setting - New York 

Independently Published 

(February 11, 2025) 

Print length ‏ : ‎ 271 pages 

Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0DNXTBRNQ

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It’s October and Mother Nature has painted photographer Robyn Cavanagh’s suburban New York hometown in rich colors of red, orange, and gold. Autumn has provided many scenic locales to shoot, but Robyn is happily preoccupied with one particular landscape. She’s landed the biggest job of her flourishing career: a contract to photograph the lush Linden Acres farm.

Her work begins with sunshine-filled days of apple and pumpkin picking and starry nights featuring a spectacular display of glowing jack-o’-lanterns. The merry mood darkens after Robyn discovers the body of Doug Paxton, the estranged husband of a member of the Linden clan.

Robyn can’t look through her camera’s viewfinder without picturing Doug’s body in the Linden pumpkin patch. Along with her friend Will Vonderlin, she plays detective to solve Doug’s murder. Will the killer be caught before the apples and pumpkins are turned into Thanksgiving pies, or will Robyn lose her best client and watch her career fade along with the autumn colors?

Character Interview:

  What words or phrases do they overuse?

“We put the amateur in amateur sleuth.” My friend Will Vonderlin and I often say that to each other as we stumble through solving mysteries. We tend to form wild theories—Will more than I, but don’t tell him I said that—as we search for clues and discuss what we’ve learned.We don’t pretend to be geniuses or know-it-alls. We don’t take ourselves seriously, but we are earnest about helping the police find criminals.

     Do they have a catchphrase?

“Smile for the camera!” “Say cheese!” I’ll use these phrases and off-the-cuff lines when I’m photographing an individual or family. I know some photographers make funny, even off-color, remarks to their clients to relax them, but I’m still building my photography business and haven’t had many repeat customers yet to feel comfortable doing that. Though there are some remarks I won’t make. You know, remarks of a personal nature.

Fortunately, I don’t need these clichés for my latest job. I just started photographing Linden Acres, a local farm run by the Linden family. The orchards, crops, and fields don’t need encouragement from me to look pretty for the camera. They’re ready to go and just waiting for me to snap their photo.

  Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

I’m definitely an optimist. I have to admit, though, that I’ve grown pessimistic over the last few months with the deaths of two clients. They were murdered. I’ve seen the dark side of human nature and learned personal details I have no right to knowabout friends and acquaintances. But I’ve also seen how tragedy reveals the goodness in people, and my optimistic attitude is always restored when a killer is caught.

   Are they introverted or extroverted?

I’m an introvert. That suits me as a self-employed accountant who works from home. Photography, the second career I’ve been pursuing for a few years, has helped me get out of my shell, but it also fits my quiet, reserved nature. I get to hide behind the camera. No attention on me, everything is focused—pardon the pun—on the people in front of the camera. Taking portraits gets me out of my house and interacting with people in a more personal way than discussion of itemized deductions, cash flow, and accounts receivables does. I treasure the bonds I form while helping people mark their special occasions of graduations, births, engagements, and anniversaries.

I hate to say it, but being an amateur sleuth has pushed me to be more outgoing and involved in my hometown of Garland, NY. Though prying into a person’s business is not something I enjoy, I’ve had to question people to solve a case. While investigating the latest murder—Linden son-in-law Doug Paxton was killed on the farm—I’ve talked with everyone at Linden Acres, plus made two visits to a local winery and had conversations at our business association’s cocktail hour that were more substantial than the usual “small talk.”

One good thing about being an introvert: all the information I learn about people’s private lives is safe with me. I’m very good at keeping secrets.

  Do they ever put on airs?

Absolutely not! My mother would call me out if I acted the snob. I’d be grounded, even though I’m in my forties and live several blocks from my parents’ house.

 What bad habits do they have?

I have no control over this, but lately I’ve been finding dead bodies. I found soon-to-be bride Brooke Gibson in a backyard shed, and, most recently, I discovered Doug Paxton outside a barn at Linden Acres. Both were the victims of foul play.

This has led to another bad habit, which I mentioned earlier: I conduct my own murder investigations. I’d rather not, but what can I do?I’m involved, whether I want to be or not. I cared about Brooke and Doug. I know their families. I want justice, and since I’min the position to help the police, I’m obligated to give that assistance.

 What makes them laugh out loud?

My dad, Ed, is a riot. He has a quirky opinion on every topic, including the robot that roams the local supermarket’s aisles looking for spills and items on the floor. Dad’s retired and likes to “help” me with my investigations. He’d love to go undercoverand pretend to be a health inspector so he can snoop around Linden Acres. I’ve told Dad to shelve that idea, but I’d love to be present during that “inspection.” Talk about laugh out loud.

 How do they display affection?

I love a warm hug. From my parents, siblings, friends, and my sweet dog.

   If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

 I’d stop finding dead bodies. I’m busy with my photography and accounting work. I don’t need another job as an amateur detective.

 What is their obsession?

Taking the perfect photograph! Thank goodness for digital cameras. I can take hundreds of photos, immediately delete the shots I don’t like, and store the rest on a memory card. I can’t imagine having to carry around rolls of film and then having to develop all of them.

Now I have a second obsession related to my bad habit of finding bodies and investigating murders: I’m obsessed with finding the killers.Is there a support group for this? A self-help book I can read to cure myself of this obsession?

What are their pet peeves?

Clients who don’t smile for the camera. Or worse, make a goofy face to intentionally ruin the shot.If I wasn’t a professional and diligent about giving my clients perfect photos, I’d give those folks red eyes or cut half their body out of the photo.

  What are their idiosyncrasies?

Is discussing a murder case with your dog weird? Yogi is a great listener. He pays attention when I tell him about the clues I’ve found. He never answers or gives advice—he is a dog!— but talking out loud helps me sort through all the information I’ve gathered. So what if my colliehappens to be sitting at my feet, gazing at me with adoration?

This was fun! Thank you!

About Jeanne Quigley

 

Jeanne Quigley is the author of the Veronica Walsh Mysteries and the Robyn Cavanagh Mysteries. Unlike her fictional sleuths, she has never been a soap opera star, accountant, or professional photographer, but she has worked in the music industry, for an educational publisher, and in a county agency. She lives in New York’s historic Hudson Valley.

Website www.jeannequigley.wordpress.com
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Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Death By Trauma by Abigail Keam Giveaway

 

Death By Trauma: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery by Abigail Keam

About Death by Trauma

 


Death By Trauma: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery 

Cozy Mystery 

21st in Series 

Setting - Kentucky

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Worker Bee Press 

(February 17, 2025) 

Number of Pages 241 

Digital ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0D68F1P4W 

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In the Bluegrass world of oak-cured bourbon, antebellum mansions, and Thoroughbred horse farms are secrets—deadly secrets!

Josiah Reynolds knows this with good reason. She’s solved many a murder, but Josiah prays that she does not stumble across another body. The stress is too much, and she is happy to be invited to a winter sledding party at Haze Corbyn’s home. Corbyn is a former syndicated critic for newspapers and magazines, who retired to the Bluegrass, dabbling in his love of horses.

The party is a kickoff for the Victoria Weathers’ film retrospective at a local theater. Miss Weathers is even coming for the showing of her first movie and Corbyn’s event. Josiah is excited to meet her movie idol, so it comes as a big surprise when Haze Corbyn turns up dead at his own party.

Kentucky is not called “the dark and bloody ground” for nothing!

About Abigail Keam

Abigail Keam is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author who writes the Josiah Reynolds Mystery Series about a Southern female beekeeper turned amateur sleuth living in the glamorous world of oak-cured bourbon, antebellum mansions, and Thoroughbred farms.

Besides loving history, Kentucky bourbon and chocolate, Abigail loves honeybees and for many years made her living by selling honey at a farmers’ market like her protagonist, Josiah Reynolds. She is an award-winning beekeeper who has won many honey awards at the Kentucky State Fair including the Barbara Horn Award, which is given to beekeepers who rate a perfect 100 in a honey competition.

Miss Abigail has taken her knowledge of beekeeping to create a fictional beekeeping protagonist, Josiah Reynolds, who solves murder mysteries in the Bluegrass. While Miss Abigail’s novels are for enjoyment, she discusses the importance of a local sustainable food economy and land management for honeybees and other creatures.

She currently lives on the Kentucky River in a metal house with her husband and various critters. She still has honeybees.

Tagline – Mystery With A Shot Of Bourbon! 
Tagline – There’s justice, and then there is Josiah’s justice! 

Official Site http://www.abigailkeam.com

AWARDS 
2010 Gold Medal Award from Readers’ Favorite for Death By A HoneyBee
2011 Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By Drowning 
2011 USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 
2011 as a Finalist for Death By Drowning 
2011 USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 
2011 as a Finalist for Death By A HoneyBee 
2017 Finalist from Readers’ Favorite for Death By Design 
2019 Honorable Mention from Readers’ Favorite for Death By Stalking 
2019 Top 10 Mystery Novels from Kings River Life Magazine for Murder Under A Blue Moon2
2019 Honorable Mention from Readers’ Favorite for Death By Stalking: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery 2019 Top 10 Mystery Novels from Kings River Life Magazine for Murder Under A Blue Moon: A 1930s Mona Moon Mystery 

2020 Imadjinn Award for Best Mystery - Death By Stalking: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery 
2022 Finalist in Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Finalist for Best Historical Category - Murder Under A Full Moon 
2022 Finalist the Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award for Best Historical Category - Murder Under A New Moon 
2022 Death By Chance: A Josiah Reynolds Mystery Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Finalist for Best Cozy Mystery 
2022 Top Ten Mystery Novel by Kings River Life Magazine for Murder Under A Bridal Moon: A 1930s Mona Moon Mystery 
2022 Top Ten Mystery Novel by Kings River Life Magazine for Murder Under A British Moon: A 1930s Mona Moon Mystery

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Death By Drowning 
Death By Bridle 
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Death By Lotto 
Death by Chocolate 
Death by Haunting 
Death By Derby 
Death By Design 
Death By Malice 
Death By Drama 
Death By Stalking 
Death By Deceit 
Death By Magic 
Death By Shock 
Death By Chance 
Death By Poison 
Death By Greed 
Death By Theft 
Death By Betrayal 
Death By Trauma 
Death By Mistake


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Saturday, February 15, 2025

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Mariah Ankenman Excerpt & Giveaway

Can’t Help Falling In Love
Mariah Ankenman
Publication date: February 13th 2025
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Growing up with three brothers, Charlie Jackson had to be tough. Some might call her the B word, but she simply defends those who need it. Unfortunately, not everyone sees her protection as defense. Like the judge who ordered her to take anger management classes after she messed up her jerk ex’s car. Not a problem, a few months pretending to listen to a bunch of people talk about accessing feelings should go down as smooth as the vodka her family makes at their distillery.

Luc Woolf knows all about harboring anger at the world. Growing up with a father who liked the bottle more than his family, he suffered his fair share of rage. But he gave up that emotion long ago when he realized anger did nothing but make a person miserable. These days, he keeps a cool head and helps others process their emotions as a therapist. However, when he volunteers to moderate an anger management course, he meets the one person who tests his careful control, Charlie Jackson.

The two couldn’t be more at odds, but they can’t deny the scorching heat between them. This bad girl wants to show this good boy how much fun breaking the rules can be. After all, opposites attract. But when the struggles of real life interrupt their fun times, will their differences pull them apart or bond them together?

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Luc Woolf sat at the table, a smart-ass grin ticking up the corner of his mouth. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

The smooth, deep voice washed over her like silk. She would not laugh at his ridiculous attempt at humor. But damn it all, she felt the curve of her lips as a smile she couldn’t seem to stop, turned them up.

“Damn small towns.”

He chuckled. “I thought you owned a bar?”

“I do.”

“But you’re a server on the side?” He tilted his head. “There a large abolition following in Kismet I’m not aware of?”

“No. The distillery does great. So great in fact that we expanded into a restaurant. One of the servers had an emergency and needed her shift covered.”

Dark brows rose. “And the boss filled in?”

“We’re a family run establishment.” She shrugged. “It’s what you do when your family needs help. You help.”

Something passed through his eyes. Respect. She had no idea why, but it made a warm fuzzy feeling rise in her stomach. Luc seemed to understand and even applaud her actions of the evening. Stupid. She didn’t give a rat’s ass what he thought.

Then why was her heart suddenly racing?

“So,” he grabbed his menu again, breaking the moment. “What’s good here?”

“Everything. And I don’t just say that because I co-own the joint. Our chef is amazing. What do you like?”

“I’m not picky.”

He said that, but they were half an hour away from Denver. Hipster central. Trends took off like wildfire in the city and spread like the plague to the small tourists’ towns like Kismet. Currently they’d had to accommodate for everything from Paleo to gluten free patrons. She had no problem catering to a customer who had a food allergy, but she really hated the bandwagon eaters who fussed and complained because they were strictly gluten free and then ordered a piece of cheesecake with graham cracker crust.

“No allergies? No weird fad diets?”

“Do I look like I do fad diets?” He arched one eyebrow.

No, he did not. In fact, the man looked like he ate steel for breakfast and iron for dinner. A dark V-neck sweater clung tight to his chest revealing just a hint of chest hair. The sleeves were pushed up past his elbows, revealing tightly muscled forearms. Damn, had she ever found forearms sexy before? She did tonight.

“A meat and potatoes kind of guy?” Her mouth felt too dry. She swallowed, trying for the life of her to find some saliva. “Our steak is amazing, but if you prefer fish, we have a great salmon with dill sauce.”

He held the menu in his fingers, but his gaze focused on her. “It all sounds amazing.”

Her breath caught in her throat, brain blanking. How did this guy render her speechless with just a look? It wasn’t fair. No one should be that sexy.

“Um, yeah. It is.” Clever Charlie. “What can I bring you?”

He placed the menu at the edge of the table, eyes never leaving hers. “You pick.”

“What?”

“You own the place. You know what’s best. You pick something for me.”

Shaking herself out of whatever weird fog she’d been in, she laughed. “You want me to pick your meal.” He nodded. Licking her lips, she placed her hand on the table and leaned down. “How do you know I won’t poison you?”

He wasn’t exactly her favorite person, and she’d made no bones about it. He leaned toward her until they were inches apart. She could smell the sharp mint of his breath, feel its warmth on her lips and cheeks. Her blood began to heat, heart racing in her chest. This was ridiculous! She should not react this way to a man who’d done nothing but annoy the crap out of her since the moment she ran into him.

“You do need me to sign off on your anger management course. If I suddenly die after eating at an establishment you own it might look pretty sketchy to the judge,” he said the words in a teasing tone, the dimple in his cheek catching her eye at his wide grin.

Laughter bubbled out of her. “True. Plus, it’d be a shame to poison all that sexy.”

The moment the words left her mouth she wanted to shove them back in.

Surprise lifted his brow. “You think I’m sexy?”

Embarrassment flooded her, so she did what she always did when she felt insecure. She pushed away from the table, crossing her arms over her chest, and brought out her trademark sarcasm. “Don’t fish for compliments. You own a damn mirror.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “You’re not so bad yourself, Charlie.”


Author Bio:

Bestselling author Mariah Ankenman lives in the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her two rambunctious children and loving spouse who is her own personal spell checker when her dyslexia gets the best of her.

Mariah loves to lose herself in a world of words. Her favorite thing about writing is when she can make someone’s day a little brighter with one of her books. To learn more about Mariah and her books visit her website www.mariahankenman.com

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Friday, February 14, 2025

The Sun by Frank F. Weber Excerpt & Giveaway

The Sun
Frank F. Weber
Publication date: December 10th 2024
Genres: Adult, Thriller

Taytum Hanson, a determined and alluring attorney, steps into the sunlight, as she relentlessly searches for a loophole in her lover’s conviction. Is freeing Tug Grant the answer or the beginning of a new set of problems? Taytum’s passionate lifestyle and willingness to take on the Minnesota Mafia places her life in jeopardy. Jon and Serena Frederick face hard choices in this intense fast-paced thriller with a fierce pulse-pounding ending. If you enjoyed Scandal of Vandals you’ll love how The Sun warms and then burns.

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TUG GRANT
6:00 A.M., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2021
MINNESOTA CORRECTIONAL FACILITY – LINO LAKES
7525 4TH AVENUE, LINO LAKES

The cells in each pod at Lino are dull brown concrete with blue metal doors. I shiver as I glance out the thin side window, waiting for the day to start. Everybody wears two layers because there’s a chill that runs through this cellblock on a cold night that you can’t shake. The common area has blue metal tables and chairs bolted to the floor. It would be impossible to make a seat less comfortable than the flat steel circles mounted too close to our tables.

I’m tempted to call the Innocence Project. Dick Doden mur- dered my wife, Deb Grant. Doden testified that my friend, Roan Caruso, hired him for the hit. And that’s where the evidence ends. How the hell did I get convicted of murder-for-hire? Prosecutor Bridget Bare claimed the circumstantial evidence was over- whelming. But was it? Is taking out an insurance policy on your partner evidence of murder? Ten million dollars might have been a little excessive, but it’s not enough to convict a man of murder.

I had loaned Roan one hundred thousand dollars before Deb’s murder. That loan and the insurance were all they had. It was all circumstantial. Roan never implicated me.

Author Bio:

Frank Weber is a forensic psychologist who has completed assessments for homicide, sexual assault, and domestic abuse cases. His work has ranged from assessing murderers chained to the cement floor in the basement of a prison and assessing psychopaths to providing therapy for wealthy professionals who’ve engaged in multiple affairs. He has testified as an expert witness in numerous sexual assault and homicide cases, written seven different treatment workbooks, and in 2015 published a training series for psychologists which has been accredited by the MN Board of Psychology. He has received the President’s Award from the Minnesota Correctional Association for his forensic work, and recently received an award for excellence in his clinical work. Frank Weber has used his unique understanding of how predator’s think, victim trauma, and actual court cases to create a thrilling mystery. His debut novel, Murder Book, will be available in May, 2017.

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Perfectly Polished by Lynne Hancock Pearson Excerpt & Giveaway

Perfectly Polished
Lynne Hancock Pearson
(Keeney Builds, #2)
Publication date: February 10th 2025
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

He made good on his promise to call. She refused to answer.

Facing an embarrassing divorce and fighting against her controlling mother, Fiona doesn’t have time for the broody ex-con, despite toe-curling kisses that still star in her dreams.

Surprise doesn’t begin to describe her reaction when he appears in her company’s boardroom months later. And ignores her.

Tomas tells himself he’s no longer interested in the tightly wound executive. But he can’t stop wondering if she’s all right. Can’t stop wanting to pick up the pieces. Can’t stop thinking about how perfect she felt in his arms.

Defying her mother, Fiona gives Tomas a chance, and they connect over their shared dream of building affordable housing. The community rallies around them, but not everyone is on board, and roadblocks are thrown up to challenge their plan and their relationship.

Can they build something solid despite threats to their foundation? Is permanent even possible when family differences turn ugly?

Perfectly Polished is a small-town, opposites-attract romance between a burly builder who grunts more than he speaks and a polished professional who has never known love.

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Forty-five minutes.

Fiona Han discreetly turned off the alarm on her smart watch. It wasn’t that she was having a bad time, these were nice people. But they were people who knew far too much about her, and she was ready for this day to be over. With a small smile, she said, “I called an uber. Hilary, thanks for inviting me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

Fiona blinked and stared at Tomas Alvarado. “Umm… Thanks, but I’m fine.” She waved her phone at him and put it into her purse.

He stood and looked down at her. “I’ll drive you home.”

Eep!

She did not want to make a scene. He didn’t give off the axe-murderer vibe, and her friends were grinning at her like he was perfectly safe, but the man unnerved her.

Marcia Ortiz, a woman in her mid-fifties, and best friend to Fiona’s mother in law Iris, touched her hand. “You’ll be fine,” she murmured.

Fiona rose, tucked her purse under her arm and followed Tomas to the stairs leading from Hilary’s deck to the driveway. She glanced back at Marcia, who winked at her.

Eep!

Descending the stairs, she was aware of the man behind her. It seemed that for the past two weeks, Tomas had been at her back, without saying a word. Reaching the driveway, she faced three white pick-up trucks bearing the logo for Keeney Building Supplies, the company Iris owned. With a hand to her elbow, Tomas guided her to the one in the middle, distinguishable from the others by the rosary hanging from the rearview mirror, and opened the passenger door. Fiona eyed the distance up to the seat of the truck, then down at her pencil skirt and heels. Then she was up. Tomas placed her gently on the seat and reached around to buckle the seat belt.

“I’m not a child!” She glared up at him.

He met her eyes fully for the very first time. “I know you’re not.” He closed the door and walked around the hood of the truck.

Walk was the wrong word. Tomas prowled like a predator. Did that make her his prey?

He climbed behind the wheel, his presence taking up all the air in the truck. Fiona wanted to open the window, to breathe, perhaps to crawl out.

Placing a large hand on the back of her seat, he ignored her as he turned to back out of the driveway. She could smell him. If she turned her head, ever so slightly, she could brush up against his hand and rub his scent all over her. Where had that thought come from? Fiona shook her head and stared forward.

“I live on Dunlop Street,” she told him.

“I know.” Tomas met her eyes in the rearview mirror. “I changed the locks on your doors last week.”

“Right,” she said in a small voice. To keep the douche canoe of her soon to be ex-husband out. Her eyes got big. “I haven’t paid you yet! I’m so sorry, I forgot all about it. I can write you a cheque when we get to the house. It’s just –”

“It’s taken care of.”

“Oh.” Tomas worked for her mother-in-law. Iris must have had him do it. “Thank you.”

He drove in silence.

Not knowing how to converse with someone who clearly didn’t like to talk, she leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

She awoke to see Tomas scouring the word ‘cunt’ off her garage door.

Fiona threw herself from the truck, stumbling as she hit the ground. She righted herself and flew around the hood of the truck. Tomas whirled and grimaced.

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” she chanted, pacing back and forth in front of the garage. Scrawled in dripping red paint, each capital letter was at least two feet high.

Eddie.

He’d chosen a public and humiliating way to get back at her.

Author Bio:

Lynne Hancock Pearson writes fun, flirty, feel-good fiction that simmers at low heat. Set in the Pacific Northwest, they are stories of people finding their way, even if it takes a while to get there.

She lives near Seattle with two and a half finicky felines and one long-suffering husband. She is a left-handed middle child who grew up in the Great White North and is a proud member of the Métis Nation of Canada.

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