MUSE MONDAY
Writing murder mysteries is all in a
day's work until an obsessed fan brings Phoebe's stories to life.
My long awaited (to me anyway) release date for book two in my Love and Murder Series is right around the corner. Southwest of Love and Murder will release worldwide on January 7, 2015. You met Phoebe Anderson, best friend of Lacy Dahl, in The Art of Love and Murder. She and Lacy seem as different as night and day so I think you'll enjoy a deeper tread into Phoebe's life as a mystery writer. You heard mention of Chance's twin brother, Mason, in book one. What happens when Phoebe and Mason come together with murder right behind them is the story in Southwest of Love and Murder.
Mystery writer, Phoebe Anderson,
owes her success to killing her first husband on paper seventeen years earlier.
Now, someone has actually done it. When she decides to take a few days away on
the ranch of her best friend’s brother-in-law, she doesn’t expect romance to
find her...or murder to follow her.
Mason Meadowlark is happy with his
wild cowboy ways, avoiding love since the death of his baby and the end of his
marriage twenty years ago. When Phoebe shows up, he fights to control his
emotions, but soon wonders if she just might be worth the risk of opening his
heart again.
With an obsessed fan close on her
heels, Phoebe is thrown into her own murder mystery…and the next target on his
list is Mason.
Excerpt:
Phoebe
shuddered and stilled.
Like the aftershocks of an
earthquake, trembling overtook her body. Her knees wobbled, but Mason caught
her before she collapsed.
“What’s wrong?” He hugged her
briefly then brought his face even with hers. “Phoebe, tell me. Why are you
shaking? What’s happened?”
“Oh my God, Mason.” She spread
her hands on his chest and glanced back at the bathroom. “Tell someone to call
an ambulance. Hurry!”
He took a step toward the ladies’
room, but she grabbed his shirtfront. “No!” She peered around him and shouted.
“Someone call nine one one.”
Mason touched his pocket. “My
cell’s in the truck.” He grabbed the shoulder of a male customer, the closest
person to them. “You got a cell on you?”
The man nodded and pulled a phone
from his pocket.
“Call nine one one right now.
There’s been…” His face questioned her.
“Someone’s badly hurt in the
bathroom. Oh hell, hurry!” She thumped her palms against his chest.
The man pulled out his cell as he
raced into the ladies’ room.
Phoebe wrapped her arms around
Mason, tipped her chin upward, and found the words. “It’s that
waitress, Mason. Carla.”
His expression went blank, from
concern for her to no comprehension.
“There’s so much blood.” She
stifled a gag, the sweet, copper penny reek still heavy in her nostrils. “Her
throat.” A shudder rippled the length of her body. “I think she’s dead.”
If you've put off reading The Art of Love and Murder, make it a holiday treat for yourself. You can order print or eBook on line everywhere but here are a couple of quick links for you:
Sounds great! Can't wait. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Abigail.
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