Maggie and the Hidden Homicide is available today!
In this latest murder mystery, Maggie is sure the police are on the wrong track again. So of course she starts investigating on her own, and soon ends up smack in the middle of the case:
Just before midnight, Maggie knocked on Casablanca’s big front door.
Reese came to the door shirtless and in jeans, and she found herself doing the thing she usually did when she was stressed out: falling into his arms for a reassuring hug.
He held her close and patted her back and said, “what is it? what’s wrong?”
She pulled away when she got herself under control and explained that she was heading out to an abandoned building in the middle of the night to meet a suspected murderer.
He took the news reasonably well.
“Are you out of your mind?!” he shouted….
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In Hidden Homicide, poor Maggie stumbles across another dead body, and of course she is sure the police are after the wrong person. She’s not going to give up until she finds the truth. In the meantime, her buddy Reese Stevens is back in town, and determined to convince Maggie to take their relationship to the next level:
A figure came toward Maggie out of the fog.
It was a man, well over six feet tall, dressed only in shorts and running shoes, and even in the gray fog he seemed to have a golden glow about him, with blond hair glistening with mist, sun-bronzed skin on his bare chest and long legs, and well-defined muscles that made her unconsciously take in a breath at the sheer beauty of him.
She shook her head to clear it. “Reese! You’re back?”
He enveloped her in a big hug. She could feel his heart’s steady pulse against her ear as she rested her head against his chest.
He bent his head down and kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek as had been the usual limit of their contact. But a full-on, open-mouthed, straight-out-of-a-chick-flick kiss that truly swept her off her feet and left her leaning against him for balance.
When she got her breath back she pulled away from him. “Um,” she said eloquently, and he laughed….
Maggie and the Hidden Homicide is available to order now.
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea…
A job at an oceanfront amusement park had seemed like a fun way to spend the summer, but after her friend disappears, Hallie Reed begins to wonder if working in a haunted house is such a good idea:
Hallie’s scream echoed the ride’s sound effects as she felt a pair of powerful arms pull her back and off her feet.
She felt an instinctive terror coupled with disbelief. Attacked by a monster in a haunted house? This couldn’t be happening.
But this wasn’t one of the animated figures that sprang to life every time patrons passed by. This was a purely human monster, the kind she knew too well. She felt his breath warm on her neck, and heard him grunt with exertion as he struggled to get control of her flailing arms and legs.
She reached up behind her and scratched at where his face would be….
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A Valentine’s Day Treat!
Thanks to a lost little pup and a little clever amateur sleuthing, two lonely people will solve a mystery and find each other. Don’t miss this sweet Pajaro Bay short story.
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First look at Maggie and the Hidden Homicide, available for pre-order now:
Maggie faces her most confusing case yet when she finds a treasured beaded knife–in someone’s back! Can she figure out what happened before anyone else ends up dead? And when her buddy, movie star Reese Stevens, tries to make a fresh start after falling off the wagon, can Maggie keep him from going off-track?
You can learn more about Maggie and the Hidden Homicide here.
And here’s your first sneak peek. (Poor Maggie; it looks like she’s in trouble again!):
Maggie thought she could see something on the floor inside. Leave, her mind told her. Leave this place. You don’t want to see.
She closed her eyes, and felt along the wall of the trailer for a light switch. Found it. Heard it click on.
She stood there for what must have been a solid minute, with the light on and her eyes closed, not wanting to see.
The breeze pushed the door against her back and made her open her eyes, startled. And then there was no unseeing what was in the room.
Her instinct had been right. And wrong. Relief and horror battled in her mind, and all she wanted to do was get out of there. The person she was searching for wasn’t there.
But someone else was.
She could turn around. She could walk away. She could go back to the party and try to forget the image that had been instantly and forever etched into her brain when she’d opened her eyes.
But of course she couldn’t. She took a step into the room, then stopped, realizing there was evidence all over the floor and she had to stay back to preserve it.
Evidence of murder….