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Sunday, March 14, 2021

Surely bail was a standard employee benefit... #CozyMystery #Review #Giveaway

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Blurb

Sometimes even the most carefully conceived burglary can take an unexpected turn. Florence Palmer has her eye on concert violinist Aaron Levy's priceless violin. Unfortunately, she finds it's already been stolen. Her surprise doubles when the virtuoso she'd planned to burgle offers to hire her to help him steal it back. But they're not the only ones looking for the missing violin. When Flo inadvertently becomes the prime suspect in a case of murder, she and Aaron need to clear her name. Will they find the real killer and get the violin back to its rightful owner without anyone else, especially themselves, being killed?

Excerpt

I was going to use my “one phone call” (assuming a person really gets one and that’s not just something they say in the movies) to call Aaron, but I didn’t have to bother. Almost as soon as I arrived at the police station, Aaron, who obviously had been watching developments and following the police car I was in, walked in and inquired how I might be released. Given the relatively minor nature of the charge, despite what they might actually suspect, and my clean record, despite all the burglaries they were thankfully unaware of, bail was set according to a standard schedule rather than my having to wait to see a judge the next day.

I don’t know how much it cost Aaron to bail me out, but of course whatever it was, he could well afford it; and besides, he owed it to me. After all, I was really just his employee, and surely posting bail is a standard employee benefit.

When all the necessary papers had been signed and funds transferred, Aaron and I walked out into the sunshine that I’d been afraid I wouldn’t be seeing for quite a while.

On the way to Aaron’s car, I gave him a hug and a little kiss on the cheek and thanked him for extricating me from the pokey and doing it so quickly. He looked a bit embarrassed by that, but he cleared his throat and said in his best businesslike manner:

Okay, so why’d you shoot him, and where’d you put the violin?”

Review by Lisabet Sarai

Florence Palmer – Flo to her friends – makes her living as a burglar. She chose this career after getting frustrated with arduous and low-paying alternatives like being a house cleaner, and has discovered that she’s quite good at it. She’s always alert for potential new heists, so when she learns that world-famous virtuoso Aaron Levy has brought his near-priceless Guarneri violin to Seattle for a series of concerts, she sniffs an opportunity. Her plan to sneak into his fancy hotel suite works like clockwork, until the violinist returns unexpectedly to find her with the loot in hand. It looks as though she’s finally slipped up – until she learns that the instrument she’s found is a copy, the real antique has been stolen, and Levy wants her help in getting it back.

Murder with Strings Attached is a light-hearted caper with engaging characters, lots of clever detail, and a whiff of romance. Once you’ve accepted the slightly implausible premise, the plot unrolls briskly, with plenty of snappy dialogue and frequent humor. Despite the title, murder is not the focus of this tale. Two corpses do show up, but they’re almost tangential to the main plot, which involves gaining access to the nearly impregnable mansion of the collector who engineered the original theft, finding the item in question, and getting away without getting added to the tally of dead bodies.

It must be tricky to write a novel where the main character is a criminal, but Mark Reutlinger pulls it off. You can’t help liking Flo. She’s intelligent, hard-working, thorough, resourceful – and cute in the bargain, which does help when you’re trying to allay someone’s suspicions. Aaron’s portrayed as a bit of a bumbler (after all, he left his precious violin in his car, in a highway rest area!), but turns out to have a few surprises up his sleeve. Flo’s somewhat ditsy best friend Sara rounds out the cast. Sara’s prone to drinking a bit too much and going to bed with strangers. However, she’ll do almost anything for her buddy Flo – as long as she’s not risking jail time.

Like Florence, the author of this novel has an orderly and detail-oriented mind. Watching Flo plan and execute the heist is almost as satisfying as listening to a symphony. Then when she finally sets the operation in motion, you’re on the edge of seat, because as Flo knows well, all it takes in one miscalculation – or just plain bad luck – to scuttle a great scheme and land you in prison.

I do wonder, though, about the other heists for which dear Florence is responsible. What about the victims? She doesn’t seem to have much of a conscience. Of course, in this tale, the goods are being stolen by their actual owner, but presumably this isn’t the case for most of her jobs. Flo is smart enough to succeed in an occupation that’s less risky and not quite so morally dubious. Although she does get a bit of a thrill from the chase, she’s too down-to-earth to let that influence her decisions. So why doesn’t she realize that being a burglar bound to end badly?

Probably I’m thinking too much for a cozy mystery. Indeed, I don’t have a lot of experience with this genre, but I’m guessing you’re not supposed to delve too much into the characters’ motivations, just enjoy the ride. And in the case of Murder with Strings Attached, I did.

About the Author

MARK REUTLINGER is an attorney and former law professor. He now writes novels in which the law is frequently broken, including his “Mrs. Kaplan” cozy mystery series (MRS. KAPLAN AND THE MATZOH BALL OF DEATH and A PAIN IN THE TUCHIS) and the political thrillers MADE IN CHINA and SISTER-IN-LAW: VIOLATION, SEDUCTION, AND THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES (under the pen name M. R. Morgan). MURDER WITH STRINGS ATTACHED is his latest novel. He is also a reviewer for the New York Journal of Books.

Mark and his wife Analee live in University Place, Washington, where in addition to reading and writing he plays clarinet with the Tacoma Concert Band and enjoys tennis, biking, exotic cars, model railroading, and various arts and crafts. He has no idea where he finds the time for it all.

Visit Mark at MarkReutlinger.com and MRMorganAuthor.com.

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Friday, May 15, 2020

Traveling with your family can be murder - #CozyMystery #Iceland #Giveaway @ark_author


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One wedding party + one estranged mother = another vacation that goes awry for Naomi.

Naomi is off on another international vacation. She thinks traveling with her mother will be the most difficult part of her trip until she meets the rest of the tour group—a wedding party. It only gets worse when she finds the groom dead. Everyone’s a suspect on her Icelandic tour of this stunning country.

Excerpt

NÆSTA MORGUN {NEXT MORNING}

I had only one thought at breakfast. How did a young man die on vacation? There was no accident, no trauma, no nothing. He was fine one moment. Dead the next. It didn’t make sense.

I looked at my phone. I did the quick math. It was the middle of the night for Charlotte. I still considered calling. Awake Charlotte or just woken up Charlotte would give me the same answer—I had lost my mind. Just woken up Charlotte would be more angry about it.

I could hear her saying that it was ludicrous that I had found a dead body on vacation. Again. But this wasn’t a murder.

Milo’s death had to be what it appeared to be. A tragic accident. He drowned. The police were doing their due diligence in the unexpected death. An autopsy would reveal an accident. I could return to enjoying my vacation, with my mother.

Or at least trying to.

What are you doing?” I asked my mother when I returned to the room after breakfast.

She was writing in a notebook, as if she were journaling. It had to be her latest fad.

Recording my recollection of the event,” she answered.

Didn’t the police take your report?” I asked.

Yes.” She put her pen down and closed the book. “But this is for Dateline.”

For what?” I asked

For the investigation show. You have to know it. I watch every weekend.”

And why would you need notes?” I asked.

Because I’m sure we’ll be called in.” There was an excitement in her voice that was disturbing. “We were eyewitnesses. You pointed it out to that guide.” She seemed oddly proud of that.

Sigi,” I told her.

Yeah, the guide. They’ll probably want to talk to him too. But maybe his company won’t let him talk to the press. It’s not really the publicity the touring company would want, right?”

I ignored her question. “Did you see something useful?” I asked.

Not that I know of. But these shows would want to talk to anyone who could give them any perspective. I had a bird’s-eye view of all of you. You were only a few feet away. You flirted with the dead man shortly before his death.”

I did not flirt with the groom, Mother.”

I’m not judging,” she retorted. “He was a good-looking guy. You’ve done worse. Do what you want on vacation. Anyway, the shows won’t care.”

Shows?” I asked.

Definitely. There’s 48 Hours, plus the ID Network has a bunch of shows. We would do them all.”

This was not the mother-daughter bonding I had envisioned. Not that I had ever envisioned mother-daughter bonding for us.

She didn’t note my horror and continued, with even more excitement. “New groom dies on vacation. That’s a big story. Plus, he’s handsome. They always love when the handsome ones die.”

Mother!” I rebuked. “He drowned. Why would Dateline or any of those shows do a story on a drowning?”

Because he was murdered! Had to be. Who drowns snorkeling in clear calm water? I Googled it. No one has died there before. You heard the police. They told us to stay in town.”

Considering our return flight isn’t for several days, I think we’re good.” I went into the bathroom but then stopped. “What do you mean you Googled it?” My mother was not good with technology. That was more her mother’s area of expertise. “Let me see this Google search.”

She handed me her phone. The detective had told me others had died there. I couldn’t imagine he would be wrong. Or worse, that my mother was right.

I hit her internet browser and pulled up her last search. “Death at Thingamajig.”

I handed her back her phone. “We were at Thingvellir yesterday, Mother. Not at ‘Thingamjig’.”

Close enough,” she said, dismissing me.

I didn’t bother Googling deaths in Iceland for her. We still had a few more days on vacation and I wanted to leave the hotel again.

I glanced at my watch. “We have two hours until our tour.”

What tour?” she asked.

Check the itinerary. I’m going to walk around ReykjavĂ­k.”

The hotel was at Old Harbour with the city center only a few blocks away. As I exited the hotel, I took in the harbour’s pier with the many fishing and tour boats docked. The pier was lined with large teal buildings, housing restaurants and touring services. Mount Esja was in the distance.

I took a deep breath of the clean air. No smog here. Other than spending time with Pops as a child, I could not remember ever breathing air as fresh.

I read the harbor’s sign about the touring companies stationed there. Whale-watching options were plentiful. I’d have to check back later on pricing when they opened.

My phone rang as I walked up the hill toward the city center. I almost didn’t check it, assuming it was my mother, asking where we were going later. I was surprised when I saw Charlotte’s name and face appear.

What is it with you and finding dead bodies on vacation?” she asked when I accepted the video call.

I didn’t find a dead body on this vacation,” I answered.

That’s not what Mom said.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I shouldn’t have been surprised my mother had told Charlotte. I should be surprised that I didn’t get this phone call last night. “Okay, technically, I found it. I noticed it before anyone else and I pointed it out to the guide. But the guide really found it.”

She smiled. “You certainly found your travel partner on this one, didn’t you?"

What do you mean?” I asked.

Mom! She’s keen on the whole murder thing.”

The man drowned. It’s a shame. Tragic, really. But not murder.”

She huffed. “Ooh. I get it.”

I didn’t like her tone. I didn’t know what it meant, but I knew it wasn’t good. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

Mom thinks it’s a murder, so you think it’s an accident. You always have to take the opposite side from her.”

About the Author

A R Kennedy lives in Long Beach, New York, with her two pups. She works hard to put food on the floor for them. As her favorite T-shirt says, ‘I work so my dog can have a better life'. She’s an avid traveler. But don’t worry. While she’s away, her parents dote on their grand-puppies even more than she does. Her writing is a combination of her love of travel, animals, and the journey we all take to find ourselves.













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Thursday, June 7, 2018

Another case for The Talking Dog Detective Agency -- #CozyMystery #giveaway #GermanShepard @MorganKWyatt

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Blurb

Comic Con is in full-swing and all is well. But no sooner does the biggest event of the year begin before a mysterious wave of identify thefts overshadows the grand affair.

While Nala tries to rein in Karly’s efforts to use the con for dating purposes, she also finds herself the target of a brazen thief. If she and her crime-solving canine companion don’t find the culprit, her bank accounts could be wiped cleaned.

Can Nala and Max bring an end to the chaos before it’s too late?

Excerpt

There are upswings in the private eye business. The winter holidays were one of them. Ironically, Nala experienced another surge in February near or even after Valentine’s Day. Instead of potential Romeos and Juliets checking out online dates, verifying everything he or she professed was real, it swung to finding the missing love interest. For reasons too numerous for Nala to count, the holiday celebrated by florists and confectioneries made perfectly appropriate love interests vanish like the morning fog in strong sunlight.

Her lips twisted as she considered the term appropriate love interest. If the person was a stand-up kind of girl or guy, they wouldn’t disappear due to a sentimental holiday. It wasn’t like she was an expert on the matter, but she assumed it wouldn’t be the right thing to do. Her phone rang.

Spring break allowed her a solid ten days she could vote herself entirely to her investigative work. Now, all she needed was business. Maybe the call could be just that.

Max, her rescue German shepherd mix, who had been enjoying a snooze in the late afternoon sun, opened his eyes. The phone rang a second time, forcing him to push up into a sitting position. He fixed her with an indignant stare. “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

She held up her hand. “On the third ring, I don’t want to appear anxious or that we have no business.”

He gave a snort as his front legs slid out, allowing him to resume his prone position. His eyes remained open and one ear went up.

Nala Bonne. Private investigator. Discreet is our first, middle, and last name.”


About the Author


M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries and The Talking Dog Detective Agency. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands-on approach. Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog. Overall, both are a fun series to create and read.

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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Sneak PeeK: Purr M for Murder by T.C. LoTempio (#mystery #feline #giveaway)

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Blurb

Sydney McCall left behind an ex-fiancé and a New York advertising job to return home to Deer Park, North Carolina and help her sister, Kat, run the local animal shelter, Friendly Paws. Determined to save the shelter from financial trouble, Sydney and Kat organize a cat café fundraising event at a local coffee shop. Things are looking up until their landlord, Trowbridge Littleton, threatens to shut down the event. When Sydney drops by his art gallery to make peace, she finds Kat--along with Littleton's dead body.

Local homicide detective Will Worthington--who just happens to be Sydney's old high school crush--is highly suspicious of the sisters' involvement. Desperate to clear their names from the suspect list, Sydney pounces on the investigation. With the help of one of the shelter cats, a savvy orange tabby named Toby, Sydney begins poking her nose into other local businesses whose owners may have benefited from Littleton's death--until the killer notices she's pawing a little too closely at the truth.

Excerpt

We were in the doorway now. A large desk was at the far end of what appeared to be an office. The light was coming from a small lamp perched on the edge of the desk, and as we crossed the threshold, it flickered and then went out. Kat shone the pencil thin beam of the flashlight around the room, letting out a sharp cry as it hit the wall nearest us. “Lightswitch,” she squealed, and a minute later the room was filled with a harsh fluorescent light.

I glanced around. Yes, this was definitely an office, and not a very tidy one at that. There were several file cabinets pushed up against the far wall, and two of the drawers in the one on the left were half open. Papers were strewn across the desk, and some file folders had dropped onto the floor and were scattered across the Oriental rug.

Good Lord,” my sister exclaimed. “For someone always so fastidious about his appearance, he certainly likes to work in a mess.”

I frowned. “It looks more to me like it’s been ransacked. Someone was searching for something. What do you think, Kat? Kat?”

My sister had moved over to the far corner of the room and was standing before a large wardrobe. “Wow, this is beautiful,” she said, lifting a hand to run it over the smooth exterior. She balled her hand into a fist and rapped it against the wood. “Solid oak. I saw a picture of one like this in a catalog. French, dates back to the late 1800’s. I wonder what it’s doing in his office?”

Who knows? Maybe he keeps his suit jackets in it,” I said. “Why do you care, anyway?”

It’s such a beautiful piece,” my sister murmured. “Too good for that rotter. It seems out of place in this office.”

Maybe it just came in and he’s got it here for pricing,” I ventured.

Maybe. I wouldn’t mind having something like this,” Kat said, running her hand once again across the smooth wood. “It looks deep enough – I wonder if the doors swing out all the way? It would be great to put a TV in.”

I eyed the piece. “That thing looks hand-carved. He probably wants an arm and a leg for it.”

Probably.” She gave the handle a tug. “Hm. The doors seem to be stuck.”

I waved my hand impatiently. “Oh for goodness sakes, leave it alone. Must you examine it now?”

Her lower lip thrust forward. “Yes. Who knows, I might not get another chance.”

I shot her a sharp look. “You’re not thinking of buying this, are you?”

She sighed deeply. “I suppose not. Littleton will probably want some astronomical figure for it. But I might never get another opportunity to see such a finely made one up close.” She shot me an appealing look. “Give me a hand, won’t you? You’re strong. Maybe if we both pull on the handle at the same time it’ll open.”

I knew my sister. Once Kat made up her mind about something she was like a pitbull with a bone. I knew when it was futile to argue with her. “Okay, fine. But if we get this open, one quick look and then we’re out of here.”

She nodded and I placed my hand on top of hers. “On the count of three, give it all you’ve got. One, two—three.”

We both tugged at the same time and suddenly the door flew open. We went staggering backwards at the same time the body of Trowbridge Littleton, his eyes bulging almost out of their sockets, tongue lolling to the side, hit the floor at our feet.


About the Author

While Toni Lotempio does not commit – or solve – murders in real life, she has no trouble doing it on paper. Her lifelong love of mysteries began early on when she was introduced to her first Nancy Drew mystery at age 10 – The Secret in the Old Attic. She (and ROCCO, albeit he’s uncredited) pen the Nick and Nora mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime – the first volume, MEOW IF ITS MURDER, debuted Dec. 2, 2014. Followed by #2, CLAWS FOR ALARM. #3, CRIME AND CATNIP, is out this December. She, Rocco and Maxx make their home in Clifton, New Jersey, just twenty minutes from the Big Apple – New York. Catch up with them at www.tclotempio.com and www.catsbooksmorecats.blogspot.com




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