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May 23, 2015
New Release Sale
Happy Saturday and Memorial WeekendNew Release SaleLove Conquers All is now ON SALE for $0.99 (99 cents) for a limited time only onKindle, Nook, Kobo, iTunes, etc. This story is a short sequel to All For Love that is available for FREE for a limited time through Amber Quill Press.
by Kim Cox, Kim Cox BooksDigital List Price: $0.99 - Regularly $1.99This is a sequel to All For Love.
Release Date: May 18, 2015Carina and Tyler are finally back on track when Javier is up to his old tricks. He threatens them by playing on their fears and using their own love to turn them against each other.
Cover Art by Kim Cox Designs
Excerpt:
"I’m not asking, I’m telling. You’ll be mine again. For now, I’ll settle for sampling the pleasures of your sweet body." Javier snatched me by the wrist, pulling me to him. His kiss bruised my lips. I pulled away, slapping him across his cheek. He grabbed me again. "Don't you ever . . . you have two weeks to leave Tyler and come with me, or I’ll evict you and your husband."
"You can't, you don't own this--”
"I bought it just after you signed the rental agreement. Who do you think doubled your rent?"
Javier laughed in my face.
"You conniving, no account pole cat." I screamed at him.
"Call me all the names you want, Cheri, you will still be mine." He pushed me to the ground and walked back to his car.
Tyler had been through so much already, overcoming his gambling problem. I began to make plans to deal with Javier myself. I didn't like keeping things from Tyler but I didn't want to deter all the progress he’d made in the last few months...
by Kim Cox, Kim Cox BooksDigital List Price: $0.99 - Regularly $1.99This is a sequel to All For Love.Release Date: May 18, 2015Carina and Tyler are finally back on track when Javier is up to his old tricks. He threatens them by playing on their fears and using their own love to turn them against each other.
Cover Art by Kim Cox Designs
Excerpt:
"I’m not asking, I’m telling. You’ll be mine again. For now, I’ll settle for sampling the pleasures of your sweet body." Javier snatched me by the wrist, pulling me to him. His kiss bruised my lips. I pulled away, slapping him across his cheek. He grabbed me again. "Don't you ever . . . you have two weeks to leave Tyler and come with me, or I’ll evict you and your husband."
"You can't, you don't own this--”
"I bought it just after you signed the rental agreement. Who do you think doubled your rent?"
Javier laughed in my face."You conniving, no account pole cat." I screamed at him.
"Call me all the names you want, Cheri, you will still be mine." He pushed me to the ground and walked back to his car.
Tyler had been through so much already, overcoming his gambling problem. I began to make plans to deal with Javier myself. I didn't like keeping things from Tyler but I didn't want to deter all the progress he’d made in the last few months...
May 3, 2015
Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery Series
Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery SeriesHaunted Hearts – Book 1
Blurb:“Twists and turns abound in this suspenseful novel having the reader on the edge of their seat until the climatic conclusion.” – Nancy Carty Lepri, Freelance Editor, Reviewer, and Author of Tommy’s Amigo and Tiny Angel“Haunted Hearts by Kim Cox is a charming . . . ghost story . . . The ghost characters and their living relatives were all delightful and fun. And of course . . . there is romance as well as the mystery.” – Fallen Angel Reviews
Will Lana Malloy solve the twenty-year-old double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé by Memorial Day? If she can, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts for another year.
Scheduled Releases: Book 2: Get Out or Die - July 2015 Book 3: The Wedding Crasher - September 2015 Book 4: Christmas Cruise - November 2015 Buy Links
$2.99 at Amazon http://goo.gl/DlYOVX
Excerpt:Chapter One“How do you like it?” Lucy Ann Malloy, stood at the top of the stairs, turned to the right then to the left as she modeled the blue and green pastel dress. “I found it in the attic with some of my old things.” She lingered in the doorway of the main floor. “Well?”Lana Malloy looked up from editing the ad for her new PI business. “Nice,” she said and returned to her work.Lucy moved to Lana’s side and gazed over her shoulder. “What are you working on?“The ad for the local newspapers and a few magazines. I’ve got to figure out how to attract some business or I’ll never make it through the first month.”A chill filled the air surrounding Lana and she shivered, pulling her wrap tightly around her.“I have an idea and it’s actually a pretty good one. I know who your first client can be.”Without glancing away from her paper, Lana asked, “And who would that be?”“Me.”“You” Her interest piqued, Lana shifted in her seat to face her aunt. “What are you talking about?”Lucy’s white hair shone with blue highlights as if she’d just had it rinsed. She was very well preserved for someone who’d been dead twenty years. “Find my murderer so I can rest in peace. How about it?” Lana’s great-aunt had been with her since she moved into the old beach house in Charleston, South Carolina, five years ago.“But I need cash. Who would be paying for my services?” Lana smiled, pulling her reading glasses off and laying them on her desk. She loved her great-aunt, but she could be a card. Lucy had always been a rebel, always trying to be different from everyone else. “Besides, you died over twenty years ago. That’s a cold trail for sure.”“I got money, smarty—a lot of money that no one has found . . .” Lucy covered her mouth with both hands then removed them. “Oh well, the cat’s out of the bag now. I can’t spend it anyway.”“But you died more than—”“Let me finish. Shows how much you or any of those cops know.” She glided back and forth across the room as if she were dancing at her coming-out ball.“Well?”“Get out your pencil and pad and take notes.”“Not until I’m sure what you’re telling me is the truth.” Lucy sometimes changed details to suit herself and the moment, but she’d never talked about her death before today. Lana never questioned her because she thought it may be too painful for her aunt to relive.“Have I ever lied to you? Never mind, don’t answer that.” Lucy laughed as she stopped in midair, lowered herself down to the desk and hovered in a sitting position just above the surface. Then she crossed her legs. “It was late May. The last thing I remember, I was helping David eat his supper. He had been sick the last few days and I went over to visit. He didn’t eat much of his potato soup and I love potato soup on a cool night. You know that kind your mother used to whip up?” Lucy licked her lips. “I miss food more than anything else since I’ve been dead. There’s no need to eat anymore…no appetite.”“Get on with your murder case, please.”“Oh yeah. I tend to get sidetracked now and then,” she said, smiling, her eyes twinkling. “Anyway, I never left that room. Then I woke up in my own house dead and floating above my own body lying on the living room floor, right there in front of the sofa. The next morning, your mother came to see me and found me…I mean, my body. That’s it.”“Right. You were poisoned, but your murderer was never caught,” Lana mused.“You call yourself a private investigator? Elementary, my dear Lana. Use some logic. How did I get from Davide’s to my house?”Lana nibbled the eraser on the end of her pencil then flipped the paper over on her spiral notebook. She jotted down a couple of notes. “So…you believe you were poisoned at Davide’s home, but someone brought you back here either just before or after you died?”“By golly, I believe she’s got it.”“Are you sure you didn’t just forget going home?”“I didn’t forget. I was only sixty-five and not senile. Someone must’ve moved me while I was unconscious or after I died. Can’t you see that?”Lana stood and paced the room. “It’s a possibility, I guess. What did the police say?”“They said, ‘The old broad croaked. No suspects.’ And they investigated no further.” Lucy moved up behind Lana. “Clue number two, I’ve been reading up on my ghostly position as well. Did you know there are specific reasons why ghosts haunt places?”“No. What are they?”“According to this, my reason is…” Lucy took out a book, brushed the air above it until it opened to the bookmark, and then she started to read. “When someone is murdered and the murder goes unsolved, their spirit must wait around until the mystery is solved, usually around the anniversary of their death.”“Where did you get that book?”“Here, in this house.”Lana sauntered into the library and fingered through the books on the shelves. “I didn’t know we had all these books on ghosts and hauntings.” Lana smiled until she saw the woeful expression on Lucy’s face. She was serious about this and Lana felt badly she hadn’t realized it sooner. She loved the woman dearly, but often, Lucy kidded around so much it was hard to tell when her aunt was genuine. “Where did these come from?”“I found them in the attic, dusted them off and put them on the shelf last night. You believe me now?”“I don’t know. I’ll read over some of these today and see what’s what.” Lana brought a book back to her desk as Lucy followed. “What exactly did you figure out? And if you’ve solved it, why do you need me?”“Not everything. Just what I need to do to get to my resting place. I was killed on May 26, 1994, two weeks before Davide and I were to be married.”“So?”“I need to find my murderer by Memorial Day this year, or I’ll be stuck here until next year, same time.”“Why?”“Because that’s when I died.” Lucy placed her hands on her hips. “Haven’t you been listening? Anyway, the book says it’s the only time I’ll have the opportunity this year to claim my eternity.” She pointed to the book Lana held. “It’s on page fifty-two.”“Do you have any suspects?” Lana flipped through the pages. “This is interesting.”“That old buzzard I was trying to help.”“Davide? Your fiancé?” Lana lifted her head.Lucy shook her head in agreement. “That’s the buzzard.”“You two were going to be married in a few weeks. Why would he want you dead?”“That, I don’t know. But I think he’s as good a place to start our search as any. If it wasn’t him, it was someone in his family. They were all against us marrying. Especially his son, Anthony.”“Our search? But you can’t—”“But I can.” Displaying a sneaky grin, she said, “I read about it in that book. I can leave anytime I want. I just haven’t wanted to badly enough until now. Plus, I need to attach myself to something in order to leave. That something, or rather someone, is you.” She laughed.A couple of hours later, Lana regarded Lucy as she drifted into her office with a tray of food—a tuna fish sandwich with pickles and chips. She had been reading The Mysterious Hauntings.“I thought you could use some nourishment. Seafood is brain food, you know.”When Lucy floated back across the room, Lana glimpsed a terrified face in the window nearest the side door leading to the carport. It was her neighbor, Roxie Thomas, with curlers in her strawberry blonde hair and cold cream still covering her horrified face. When the dress glided toward a filing cabinet, Roxie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. The closed window muffled her screams.Other Books in the Lana Malloy SeriesGet Out or Die – Book 2 – Release Date: July 1, 2015
Blurb:Since the news of her first case, Lana Malloy’s Private Investigating/Mediator business is booming. At one pro-bono job, Lana helps a widow communicate with her late husband and learns of a frightening new ability she wasn’t aware she possessed-an ability that could give the spirit the upper hand if she’s not careful. Lana struggles for control when she encounters the angry ghost who doesn’t want to leave and who doesn’t want the occupants of the house to stay.Will Lana be able to control the situation or will the ghost sense he can overtake her? Does she have other abilities she can rely on to save her?
“Haunting tales of mystery and love that transcend time and death . . . In GET OUT OR DIE . . . Lana Malloy helps restless spirits, and the families they are haunting, find peace. The murder mystery aspect adds a nice touch of intrigue . . . a page turner . . .” ~ Paranormal Romance Reviews
” . . . showcase of the vivid imaginations . . . a delightfully stimulating read.” ~ The Romance Studio
“. . . outstanding . . .” ~ Coffee Time Romance
The Wedding Crasher – Book 3 – Release Date: September, 2015
Lana Malloy is getting ready to marry the love of her life, Tony Calabria. The night before they marry, she has a vision of a disturbing wedding and wonders if it’s a premonition of her own. Feeling silly for thinking that, she proceeds with her plans as scheduled.
During their honeymoon in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, Lana has visions of a young woman abducted by a madman, who will be forced to marry him if he isn’t stopped. She senses marriage isn’t the worst thing that could happen to this woman as she feels the threads of death circling her. She believes this isn’t the first woman the man has abducted and murdered; he’s killed before.
Lana can’t ignore her visions. Will Tony understand this isn’t an obsession, but a calling, and Lana has to do what she can for this young woman? Will she find the victim in time? If she doesn’t, life will never be the same.
Christmas Cruise – Book 4 – Release Date: November, 2015
Lana Malloy and Tony Calabria are ready for a much needed vacation. The first time they met, they’d talked about taking a cruise together but have never had the chance, so they decide to take a Christmas Cruise.
As Lana boards the cruise ship, she has an eerie feeling of death surrounding them. She ignores it at first thinking it’s her fear of the large ship since this her first cruise after all. The first night she has a vision of one woman’s rape and murder. It’s not long before she is confronted by the spirits of young women who had also been raped and then murdered. Now it’s up to her to find their murderer, someone who could be one of the crew members. Can she help these women find the justice they deserve?
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April 24, 2015
All This Time - 99-Cent Sale
All This Time ebook is now on sale for 99 cents for a LIMITED time only, regular price is $3.99
for ebook and $9.99 for print. Below is a blurb and an excerpt for All This Time.
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/All-This-Time-Romantic-Suspense-ebook/dp/B00SIJ4QM8
Amazon Print: http://www.amazon.com/All-This-Time-Kim-Cox/dp/150322807X/
Barnes & Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-this-time-kim-cox/1121115045
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id987550144
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/all-this-time
Review quote: “Filled with suspense, mystery as well as heart-filled emotion, All This Time offers a delightful read.” – Nancy Carty Lepri, Freelance Editor, Reviewer, and Author of Tommy’sAmigo and TinyAngel
Blurb:At thirty, Jenny Morgan’s biological clock is ticking. But as a fashion magazine CEO with a busy schedule and no significant other, her wish is unlikely to come true. When her father receives a terminal diagnosis, he wants a grandchild before he dies. With her religious beliefs, a sperm donor isn’t an alternative. Jenny’s only option is her single co-worker and best friend, Trevor Drake. Can she really trust him to be a good husband?
Trevor has loved Jenny since college, but she only sees him as a friend with no ambition. After he finds out her predicament, he proposes and sets out to prove he can provide everything she needs. Jenny is determined to have a prenuptial agreement with an “out” clause after one year. Can he convince Jenny of his love by then?
As if they don’t have enough on their plate, someone at the magazine is out to sabotage their marriage, their impending parenthood, and the magazine. Jenny is nearly killed in one such attempt. Can Jenny and Trevor work together to uncover their common enemy?
Excerpt: (Villain's POV)Prologue
After she took the last swig of cola, she hurled the empty cup into the trash and paced across the plush carpeting in front of her desk. The office was quiet—everyone had left hours ago, leaving her to finish their work as usual.
If it weren’t for her, the magazine would’ve folded years ago. But did any of them appreciate her? Her organizational skills? Her stamina? No! Damn all the Morgans, especially Joe Morgan.
Memories rushed into her mind. Ten years ago, when his wife died, who had looked after him day after day, made sure he ate, petted him, nurtured his aching heart and later, gave him her body to help him release the stresses he faced? She had, that’s who. Well, she hadn’t really had sex with him. A glass of wine with dinner and the knock-out powder fixed him right up. Who was to say what did or didn’t happen when Joe had awakened beside her and both of them naked?
She shivered at the image of sex with such a dried-up old prune.
To him, she had been just his secretary. His right-hand girl, that’s what she’d been, taking care of his business when his grief proved too much for him to handle and his precious daughter had returned to college, leaving him alone. When she invited him to her home, it gave him a change of scenery, a reprieve from staring at the same walls and the same rooms he’d shared with his late wife for thirty-five years. Joe had made promises of a promotion within the company during those times to repay her for helping him through his pain.
When she told him she was pregnant, he wanted to marry her and become his little missus, but that wasn’t her style. Running Morgan Fashions magazine was her dream. Not playing mommy, nor nursemaid to an old man. She would’ve made the sacrifice, though, if only for a little while. At least until she gained control of the magazine. Then he caught her, found the telltale sign on the sheets that morning when he’d arrived early for breakfast. As soon as she turned off the shower, she knew she’d been found out. She’d lied about being pregnant and he knew it. Joe was furious, called their relationship quits and demoted her to the mailroom.
She ground angry tears from her eyes. At first, she planned to burn the place to the ground, but knew she could catch more Morgans with sweetness rather than vengeance, especially after Joe retired and handed the reins over to his daughter, Jenny. All his promises had been lies. Joe’s plan all along had been to hand the company over to a blood relative.
That was ancient history. Her mind returned to the present. Too bad Joe hadn’t died from his heart attack last night. Jenny had tried to keep it a secret from the staff and everyone else. This girl keeps her ear tuned in for everything. That’s the only way she would be able to dish out just desserts to the Morgans.
She slammed her hands onto the desk. After scratching her way through college, she’d be damned if her business degree would amount to nothing. Now that the managing editor position was available, there was no way anyone was stealing it from her. Jenny liked ambition in her editors, and none of the other potentials had her determination or her persistence.
The only threat to her plans was that wimpy Trevor Drake. He might be Jenny’s best friend, but he didn’t measure up. He relied heavily on his assistant to keep him organized and the bachelor in him couldn’t turn away a pretty pair of legs if they killed him. Even if he got the position, she’d prove him incompetent and step right into the job and still come out as innocent as a newborn.
A sly smile spread across her lips. Like a mason lays his bricks one at a time to build a well-constructed house, she would triumph by tackling one obstacle at a time and use Trevor’s laid-back, pushover personality against him. He’d be a cinch to handle.
Jenny Morgan, however, would be much more difficult to fool. Yes, one obstacle at a time.
for ebook and $9.99 for print. Below is a blurb and an excerpt for All This Time.Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/All-This-Time-Romantic-Suspense-ebook/dp/B00SIJ4QM8
Amazon Print: http://www.amazon.com/All-This-Time-Kim-Cox/dp/150322807X/
Barnes & Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-this-time-kim-cox/1121115045
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id987550144
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/all-this-time
Review quote: “Filled with suspense, mystery as well as heart-filled emotion, All This Time offers a delightful read.” – Nancy Carty Lepri, Freelance Editor, Reviewer, and Author of Tommy’sAmigo and TinyAngel
Blurb:At thirty, Jenny Morgan’s biological clock is ticking. But as a fashion magazine CEO with a busy schedule and no significant other, her wish is unlikely to come true. When her father receives a terminal diagnosis, he wants a grandchild before he dies. With her religious beliefs, a sperm donor isn’t an alternative. Jenny’s only option is her single co-worker and best friend, Trevor Drake. Can she really trust him to be a good husband?
Trevor has loved Jenny since college, but she only sees him as a friend with no ambition. After he finds out her predicament, he proposes and sets out to prove he can provide everything she needs. Jenny is determined to have a prenuptial agreement with an “out” clause after one year. Can he convince Jenny of his love by then?
As if they don’t have enough on their plate, someone at the magazine is out to sabotage their marriage, their impending parenthood, and the magazine. Jenny is nearly killed in one such attempt. Can Jenny and Trevor work together to uncover their common enemy?
Excerpt: (Villain's POV)Prologue
After she took the last swig of cola, she hurled the empty cup into the trash and paced across the plush carpeting in front of her desk. The office was quiet—everyone had left hours ago, leaving her to finish their work as usual.
If it weren’t for her, the magazine would’ve folded years ago. But did any of them appreciate her? Her organizational skills? Her stamina? No! Damn all the Morgans, especially Joe Morgan.
Memories rushed into her mind. Ten years ago, when his wife died, who had looked after him day after day, made sure he ate, petted him, nurtured his aching heart and later, gave him her body to help him release the stresses he faced? She had, that’s who. Well, she hadn’t really had sex with him. A glass of wine with dinner and the knock-out powder fixed him right up. Who was to say what did or didn’t happen when Joe had awakened beside her and both of them naked?
She shivered at the image of sex with such a dried-up old prune.
To him, she had been just his secretary. His right-hand girl, that’s what she’d been, taking care of his business when his grief proved too much for him to handle and his precious daughter had returned to college, leaving him alone. When she invited him to her home, it gave him a change of scenery, a reprieve from staring at the same walls and the same rooms he’d shared with his late wife for thirty-five years. Joe had made promises of a promotion within the company during those times to repay her for helping him through his pain.
When she told him she was pregnant, he wanted to marry her and become his little missus, but that wasn’t her style. Running Morgan Fashions magazine was her dream. Not playing mommy, nor nursemaid to an old man. She would’ve made the sacrifice, though, if only for a little while. At least until she gained control of the magazine. Then he caught her, found the telltale sign on the sheets that morning when he’d arrived early for breakfast. As soon as she turned off the shower, she knew she’d been found out. She’d lied about being pregnant and he knew it. Joe was furious, called their relationship quits and demoted her to the mailroom.
She ground angry tears from her eyes. At first, she planned to burn the place to the ground, but knew she could catch more Morgans with sweetness rather than vengeance, especially after Joe retired and handed the reins over to his daughter, Jenny. All his promises had been lies. Joe’s plan all along had been to hand the company over to a blood relative.
That was ancient history. Her mind returned to the present. Too bad Joe hadn’t died from his heart attack last night. Jenny had tried to keep it a secret from the staff and everyone else. This girl keeps her ear tuned in for everything. That’s the only way she would be able to dish out just desserts to the Morgans.
She slammed her hands onto the desk. After scratching her way through college, she’d be damned if her business degree would amount to nothing. Now that the managing editor position was available, there was no way anyone was stealing it from her. Jenny liked ambition in her editors, and none of the other potentials had her determination or her persistence.
The only threat to her plans was that wimpy Trevor Drake. He might be Jenny’s best friend, but he didn’t measure up. He relied heavily on his assistant to keep him organized and the bachelor in him couldn’t turn away a pretty pair of legs if they killed him. Even if he got the position, she’d prove him incompetent and step right into the job and still come out as innocent as a newborn.
A sly smile spread across her lips. Like a mason lays his bricks one at a time to build a well-constructed house, she would triumph by tackling one obstacle at a time and use Trevor’s laid-back, pushover personality against him. He’d be a cinch to handle.
Jenny Morgan, however, would be much more difficult to fool. Yes, one obstacle at a time.
April 11, 2015
Haunted Heart - Sale Ends Soon
Haunted Hearts - Book 1 - Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery
Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Page Foundry, and Scribd for the low price of 99-cent sale price. Sale ends April 13, 2015.
Will Lana Malloy solve the twenty-year-old double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé by Memorial Day? If she can, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts for another year.
"Haunted Hearts by Kim Cox is a charming . . . ghost story . . . The ghost characters and their living relatives were all delightful and fun. And of course . . . ther is a romance as well as the mystery." - Fallen Angel Reviews
"Twists and turns abound in this suspenseful novel having the reader on the edge of their seat until the climatic conclusion." - Nancy Carty Lepri - Freelance Editor, Reviewer, and Author of Tommy's Amigo and Tiny Angel.
*Note: Haunted Hearts is a re-release. It was once part of the Enchanted Holidays Anthology. It has been edited and new scenes have been added since the previous release.
Here is a FREE peek at the fist chapter again:
EXCERPT
Chapter One
“How do you like it?” Lucy Ann Malloy, stood at the top of the stairs, turned to the right then to the left as she modeled the blue and green pastel dress. “I found it in the attic with some of my old things.” She lingered in the doorway of the main floor. “Well?”
Lana Malloy looked up from editing the ad for her new PI business. “Nice,” she said and returned to her work.
Lucy moved to Lana’s side and gazed over her shoulder. “What are you working on?”
“The ad for the local newspapers and a few magazines. I’ve got to figure out how to attract some business or I’ll never make it through the first month.”
A chill filled the air surrounding Lana and she shivered, pulling her wrap tightly around her.
“I have an idea and it’s actually a pretty good one. I know who your first client can be.”
Without glancing away from her paper, Lana asked, “And who would that be?”
“Me.”
“You?” Her interest piqued, Lana shifted in her seat to face her aunt. “What are you talking about?”
Lucy’s white hair shone with blue highlights as if she’d just had it rinsed. She was very well preserved for someone who’d been dead twenty years. “Find my murderer so I can rest in peace. How about it?” Lana’s great-aunt had been with her since she moved into the old beach house in Charleston, South Carolina, five years ago.
“But I need cash. Who would be paying for my services?” Lana smiled, pulling her reading glasses off and laying them on her desk. She loved her great-aunt, but she could be a card. Lucy had always been a rebel, always trying to be different from everyone else. “Besides, you died over twenty years ago. That’s a cold trail for sure.”
“I got money, smarty—a lot of money that no one has found . . .” Lucy covered her mouth with both hands then removed them. “Oh well, the cat’s out of the bag now. I can’t spend it anyway.”
“But you died more than—”
“Let me finish. Shows how much you or any of those cops know.” She glided back and forth across the room as if she were dancing at her coming-out ball.
“Well?”
“Get out your pencil and pad and take notes.”
“Not until I’m sure what you’re telling me is the truth.” Lucy sometimes changed details to suit herself and the moment, but she’d never talked about her death before today. Lana never questioned her because she thought it may be too painful for her aunt to relive.
“Have I ever lied to you? Never mind, don’t answer that.” Lucy laughed as she stopped in midair, lowered herself down to the desk and hovered in a sitting position just above the surface. Then she crossed her legs. “It was late May. The last thing I remember, I was helping David eat his supper. He had been sick the last few days and I went over to visit. He didn’t eat much of his potato soup and I love potato soup on a cool night. You know that kind your mother used to whip up?” Lucy licked her lips. “I miss food more than anything else since I’ve been dead. There’s no need to eat anymore…no appetite.”
“Get on with your murder case, please.”
“Oh yeah. I tend to get sidetracked now and then,” she said, smiling, her eyes twinkling. “Anyway, I never left that room. Then I woke up in my own house dead and floating above my own body lying on the living room floor, right there in front of the sofa. The next morning, your mother came to see me and found me…I mean, my body. That’s it.”
“Right. You were poisoned, but your murderer was never caught,” Lana mused.
“You call yourself a private investigator? Elementary, my dear Lana. Use some logic. How did I get from Davide’s to my house?”
Lana nibbled the eraser on the end of her pencil then flipped the paper over on her spiral notebook. She jotted down a couple of notes. “So…you believe you were poisoned at Davide’s home, but someone brought you back here either just before or after you died?”
“By golly, I believe she’s got it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just forget going home?”
“I didn’t forget. I was only sixty-five and not senile. Someone must’ve moved me while I was unconscious or after I died. Can’t you see that?”
Lana stood and paced the room. “It’s a possibility, I guess. What did the police say?”
“They said, 'The old broad croaked. No suspects.' And they investigated no further.” Lucy moved up behind Lana. “Clue number two, I’ve been reading up on my ghostly position as well. Did you know there are specific reasons why ghosts haunt places?”
“No. What are they?”
“According to this, my reason is…” Lucy took out a book, brushed the air above it until it opened to the bookmark, and then she started to read. “When someone is murdered and the murder goes unsolved, their spirit must wait around until the mystery is solved, usually around the anniversary of their death.”
“Where did you get that book?”
“Here, in this house.”
Lana sauntered into the library and fingered through the books on the shelves. “I didn’t know we had all these books on ghosts and hauntings.” Lana smiled until she saw the woeful expression on Lucy’s face. She was serious about this and Lana felt badly she hadn’t realized it sooner. She loved the woman dearly, but often, Lucy kidded around so much it was hard to tell when her aunt was genuine. “Where did these come from?”
“I found them in the attic, dusted them off and put them on the shelf last night. You believe me now?”
“I don’t know. I’ll read over some of these today and see what’s what.” Lana brought a book back to her desk as Lucy followed. “What exactly did you figure out? And if you’ve solved it, why do you need me?”
“Not everything. Just what I need to do to get to my resting place. I was killed on May 26, 1994, two weeks before Davide and I were to be married.”
“So?”
“I need to find my murderer by Memorial Day this year, or I’ll be stuck here until next year, same time.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s when I died.” Lucy placed her hands on her hips. “Haven’t you been listening? Anyway, the book says it’s the only time I’ll have the opportunity this year to claim my eternity.” She pointed to the book Lana held. “It’s on page fifty-two.”
“Do you have any suspects?” Lana flipped through the pages. “This is interesting.”
“That old buzzard I was trying to help.”
“Davide? Your fiancé?” Lana lifted her head.
Lucy shook her head in agreement. “That’s the buzzard.”
“You two were going to be married in a few weeks. Why would he want you dead?”
“That, I don’t know. But I think he’s as good a place to start our search as any. If it wasn’t him, it was someone in his family. They were all against us marrying. Especially his son, Anthony.”
“Our search? But you can’t—”
“But I can.” Displaying a sneaky grin, she said, “I read about it in that book. I can leave anytime I want. I just haven’t wanted to badly enough until now. Plus, I need to attach myself to something in order to leave. That something, or rather someone, is you.” She laughed.
A couple of hours later, Lana regarded Lucy as she drifted into her office with a tray of food—a tuna fish sandwich with pickles and chips. She had been reading The Mysterious Hauntings.
“I thought you could use some nourishment. Seafood is brain food, you know.”
When Lucy floated back across the room, Lana glimpsed a terrified face in the window nearest the side door leading to the carport. It was her neighbor, Roxie Thomas, with curlers in her strawberry blonde hair and cold cream still covering her horrified face. When the dress glided toward a filing cabinet, Roxie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. The closed window muffled her screams.
Book 2: Get Out or Die - July 2015
Book 3: The Wedding Crasher - September 2015
Book 4: Christmas Cruise - November 2015
Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Page Foundry, and Scribd for the low price of 99-cent sale price. Sale ends April 13, 2015.
Will Lana Malloy solve the twenty-year-old double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé by Memorial Day? If she can, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts for another year.
"Haunted Hearts by Kim Cox is a charming . . . ghost story . . . The ghost characters and their living relatives were all delightful and fun. And of course . . . ther is a romance as well as the mystery." - Fallen Angel Reviews
"Twists and turns abound in this suspenseful novel having the reader on the edge of their seat until the climatic conclusion." - Nancy Carty Lepri - Freelance Editor, Reviewer, and Author of Tommy's Amigo and Tiny Angel.
*Note: Haunted Hearts is a re-release. It was once part of the Enchanted Holidays Anthology. It has been edited and new scenes have been added since the previous release.
Here is a FREE peek at the fist chapter again:
EXCERPT
Chapter One
“How do you like it?” Lucy Ann Malloy, stood at the top of the stairs, turned to the right then to the left as she modeled the blue and green pastel dress. “I found it in the attic with some of my old things.” She lingered in the doorway of the main floor. “Well?”
Lana Malloy looked up from editing the ad for her new PI business. “Nice,” she said and returned to her work.
Lucy moved to Lana’s side and gazed over her shoulder. “What are you working on?”
“The ad for the local newspapers and a few magazines. I’ve got to figure out how to attract some business or I’ll never make it through the first month.”
A chill filled the air surrounding Lana and she shivered, pulling her wrap tightly around her.
“I have an idea and it’s actually a pretty good one. I know who your first client can be.”
Without glancing away from her paper, Lana asked, “And who would that be?”
“Me.”
“You?” Her interest piqued, Lana shifted in her seat to face her aunt. “What are you talking about?”
Lucy’s white hair shone with blue highlights as if she’d just had it rinsed. She was very well preserved for someone who’d been dead twenty years. “Find my murderer so I can rest in peace. How about it?” Lana’s great-aunt had been with her since she moved into the old beach house in Charleston, South Carolina, five years ago.
“But I need cash. Who would be paying for my services?” Lana smiled, pulling her reading glasses off and laying them on her desk. She loved her great-aunt, but she could be a card. Lucy had always been a rebel, always trying to be different from everyone else. “Besides, you died over twenty years ago. That’s a cold trail for sure.”
“I got money, smarty—a lot of money that no one has found . . .” Lucy covered her mouth with both hands then removed them. “Oh well, the cat’s out of the bag now. I can’t spend it anyway.”
“But you died more than—”
“Let me finish. Shows how much you or any of those cops know.” She glided back and forth across the room as if she were dancing at her coming-out ball.
“Well?”
“Get out your pencil and pad and take notes.”
“Not until I’m sure what you’re telling me is the truth.” Lucy sometimes changed details to suit herself and the moment, but she’d never talked about her death before today. Lana never questioned her because she thought it may be too painful for her aunt to relive.
“Have I ever lied to you? Never mind, don’t answer that.” Lucy laughed as she stopped in midair, lowered herself down to the desk and hovered in a sitting position just above the surface. Then she crossed her legs. “It was late May. The last thing I remember, I was helping David eat his supper. He had been sick the last few days and I went over to visit. He didn’t eat much of his potato soup and I love potato soup on a cool night. You know that kind your mother used to whip up?” Lucy licked her lips. “I miss food more than anything else since I’ve been dead. There’s no need to eat anymore…no appetite.”
“Get on with your murder case, please.”
“Oh yeah. I tend to get sidetracked now and then,” she said, smiling, her eyes twinkling. “Anyway, I never left that room. Then I woke up in my own house dead and floating above my own body lying on the living room floor, right there in front of the sofa. The next morning, your mother came to see me and found me…I mean, my body. That’s it.”
“Right. You were poisoned, but your murderer was never caught,” Lana mused.
“You call yourself a private investigator? Elementary, my dear Lana. Use some logic. How did I get from Davide’s to my house?”
Lana nibbled the eraser on the end of her pencil then flipped the paper over on her spiral notebook. She jotted down a couple of notes. “So…you believe you were poisoned at Davide’s home, but someone brought you back here either just before or after you died?”
“By golly, I believe she’s got it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just forget going home?”
“I didn’t forget. I was only sixty-five and not senile. Someone must’ve moved me while I was unconscious or after I died. Can’t you see that?”
Lana stood and paced the room. “It’s a possibility, I guess. What did the police say?”
“They said, 'The old broad croaked. No suspects.' And they investigated no further.” Lucy moved up behind Lana. “Clue number two, I’ve been reading up on my ghostly position as well. Did you know there are specific reasons why ghosts haunt places?”
“No. What are they?”
“According to this, my reason is…” Lucy took out a book, brushed the air above it until it opened to the bookmark, and then she started to read. “When someone is murdered and the murder goes unsolved, their spirit must wait around until the mystery is solved, usually around the anniversary of their death.”
“Where did you get that book?”
“Here, in this house.”
Lana sauntered into the library and fingered through the books on the shelves. “I didn’t know we had all these books on ghosts and hauntings.” Lana smiled until she saw the woeful expression on Lucy’s face. She was serious about this and Lana felt badly she hadn’t realized it sooner. She loved the woman dearly, but often, Lucy kidded around so much it was hard to tell when her aunt was genuine. “Where did these come from?”
“I found them in the attic, dusted them off and put them on the shelf last night. You believe me now?”
“I don’t know. I’ll read over some of these today and see what’s what.” Lana brought a book back to her desk as Lucy followed. “What exactly did you figure out? And if you’ve solved it, why do you need me?”
“Not everything. Just what I need to do to get to my resting place. I was killed on May 26, 1994, two weeks before Davide and I were to be married.”
“So?”
“I need to find my murderer by Memorial Day this year, or I’ll be stuck here until next year, same time.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s when I died.” Lucy placed her hands on her hips. “Haven’t you been listening? Anyway, the book says it’s the only time I’ll have the opportunity this year to claim my eternity.” She pointed to the book Lana held. “It’s on page fifty-two.”
“Do you have any suspects?” Lana flipped through the pages. “This is interesting.”
“That old buzzard I was trying to help.”
“Davide? Your fiancé?” Lana lifted her head.
Lucy shook her head in agreement. “That’s the buzzard.”
“You two were going to be married in a few weeks. Why would he want you dead?”
“That, I don’t know. But I think he’s as good a place to start our search as any. If it wasn’t him, it was someone in his family. They were all against us marrying. Especially his son, Anthony.”
“Our search? But you can’t—”
“But I can.” Displaying a sneaky grin, she said, “I read about it in that book. I can leave anytime I want. I just haven’t wanted to badly enough until now. Plus, I need to attach myself to something in order to leave. That something, or rather someone, is you.” She laughed.
A couple of hours later, Lana regarded Lucy as she drifted into her office with a tray of food—a tuna fish sandwich with pickles and chips. She had been reading The Mysterious Hauntings.
“I thought you could use some nourishment. Seafood is brain food, you know.”
When Lucy floated back across the room, Lana glimpsed a terrified face in the window nearest the side door leading to the carport. It was her neighbor, Roxie Thomas, with curlers in her strawberry blonde hair and cold cream still covering her horrified face. When the dress glided toward a filing cabinet, Roxie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. The closed window muffled her screams.
Book 2: Get Out or Die - July 2015
Book 3: The Wedding Crasher - September 2015
Book 4: Christmas Cruise - November 2015
March 30, 2015
Haunted Hearts: Lana Malloy Paranormal Mystery, #1
Releases today at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Page Foundry, and Scribd for the low price of 99-cent sale price. Sale ends in one week on April 6, 2015.
Will Lana Malloy solve the twenty-year-old double murder of her great aunt and her great aunt’s fiancé by Memorial Day? If she can, they’ll spend eternity together; if she can’t, they’ll be stuck as Haunted Hearts for another year.“Haunted Hearts by Kim Cox is a charming . . . ghost story . . . The ghost characters and their living relatives were all delightful and fun. And of course . . . there is romance as well as the mystery.” – Fallen Angel Reviews
“Twists and turns abound in this suspenseful novel having the reader on the edge of their seat until the climatic conclusion.” – Nancy Carty Lepri, Freelance Editor, Reviewer, and Author of Tommy’sAmigo and TinyAngel
*Note: Haunted Hearts is a re-release. It was once part of the Enchanted Holidays Anthology. It has been edited and new scenes have been added since the previous release.
EXCERPT
Chapter One
“How do you like it?” Lucy Ann Malloy, stood at the top of the stairs, turned to the right then to the left as she modeled the blue and green pastel dress. “I found it in the attic with some of my old things.” She lingered in the doorway of the main floor. “Well?”
Lana Malloy looked up from editing the ad for her new PI business. “Nice,” she said and returned to her work.
Lucy moved to Lana’s side and gazed over her shoulder. “What are you working on?”
“The ad for the local newspapers and a few magazines. I’ve got to figure out how to attract some business or I’ll never make it through the first month.”
A chill filled the air surrounding Lana and she shivered, pulling her wrap tightly around her.
“I have an idea and it’s actually a pretty good one. I know who your first client can be.”
Without glancing away from her paper, Lana asked, “And who would that be?”
“Me.”
“You?” Her interest piqued, Lana shifted in her seat to face her aunt. “What are you talking about?”
Lucy’s white hair shone with blue highlights as if she’d just had it rinsed. She was very well preserved for someone who’d been dead twenty years. “Find my murderer so I can rest in peace. How about it?” Lana’s great-aunt had been with her since she moved into the old beach house in Charleston, South Carolina, five years ago.
“But I need cash. Who would be paying for my services?” Lana smiled, pulling her reading glasses off and laying them on her desk. She loved her great-aunt, but she could be a card. Lucy had always been a rebel, always trying to be different from everyone else. “Besides, you died over twenty years ago. That’s a cold trail for sure.”
“I got money, smarty—a lot of money that no one has found . . .” Lucy covered her mouth with both hands then removed them. “Oh well, the cat’s out of the bag now. I can’t spend it anyway.”
“But you died more than—”
“Let me finish. Shows how much you or any of those cops know.” She glided back and forth across the room as if she were dancing at her coming-out ball.
“Well?”
“Get out your pencil and pad and take notes.”
“Not until I’m sure what you’re telling me is the truth.” Lucy sometimes changed details to suit herself and the moment, but she’d never talked about her death before today. Lana never questioned her because she thought it may be too painful for her aunt to relive.
“Have I ever lied to you? Never mind, don’t answer that.” Lucy laughed as she stopped in midair, lowered herself down to the desk and hovered in a sitting position just above the surface. Then she crossed her legs. “It was late May. The last thing I remember, I was helping David eat his supper. He had been sick the last few days and I went over to visit. He didn’t eat much of his potato soup and I love potato soup on a cool night. You know that kind your mother used to whip up?” Lucy licked her lips. “I miss food more than anything else since I’ve been dead. There’s no need to eat anymore…no appetite.”
“Get on with your murder case, please.”
“Oh yeah. I tend to get sidetracked now and then,” she said, smiling, her eyes twinkling. “Anyway, I never left that room. Then I woke up in my own house dead and floating above my own body lying on the living room floor, right there in front of the sofa. The next morning, your mother came to see me and found me…I mean, my body. That’s it.”
“Right. You were poisoned, but your murderer was never caught,” Lana mused.
“You call yourself a private investigator? Elementary, my dear Lana. Use some logic. How did I get from Davide’s to my house?”
Lana nibbled the eraser on the end of her pencil then flipped the paper over on her spiral notebook. She jotted down a couple of notes. “So…you believe you were poisoned at Davide’s home, but someone brought you back here either just before or after you died?”
“By golly, I believe she’s got it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just forget going home?”
“I didn’t forget. I was only sixty-five and not senile. Someone must’ve moved me while I was unconscious or after I died. Can’t you see that?”
Lana stood and paced the room. “It’s a possibility, I guess. What did the police say?”
“They said, 'The old broad croaked. No suspects.' And they investigated no further.” Lucy moved up behind Lana. “Clue number two, I’ve been reading up on my ghostly position as well. Did you know there are specific reasons why ghosts haunt places?”
“No. What are they?”
“According to this, my reason is…” Lucy took out a book, brushed the air above it until it opened to the bookmark, and then she started to read. “When someone is murdered and the murder goes unsolved, their spirit must wait around until the mystery is solved, usually around the anniversary of their death.”
“Where did you get that book?”
“Here, in this house.”
Lana sauntered into the library and fingered through the books on the shelves. “I didn’t know we had all these books on ghosts and hauntings.” Lana smiled until she saw the woeful expression on Lucy’s face. She was serious about this and Lana felt badly she hadn’t realized it sooner. She loved the woman dearly, but often, Lucy kidded around so much it was hard to tell when her aunt was genuine. “Where did these come from?”
“I found them in the attic, dusted them off and put them on the shelf last night. You believe me now?”
“I don’t know. I’ll read over some of these today and see what’s what.” Lana brought a book back to her desk as Lucy followed. “What exactly did you figure out? And if you’ve solved it, why do you need me?”
“Not everything. Just what I need to do to get to my resting place. I was killed on May 26, 1994, two weeks before Davide and I were to be married.”
“So?”
“I need to find my murderer by Memorial Day this year, or I’ll be stuck here until next year, same time.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s when I died.” Lucy placed her hands on her hips. “Haven’t you been listening? Anyway, the book says it’s the only time I’ll have the opportunity this year to claim my eternity.” She pointed to the book Lana held. “It’s on page fifty-two.”
“Do you have any suspects?” Lana flipped through the pages. “This is interesting.”
“That old buzzard I was trying to help.”
“Davide? Your fiancé?” Lana lifted her head.
Lucy shook her head in agreement. “That’s the buzzard.”
“You two were going to be married in a few weeks. Why would he want you dead?”
“That, I don’t know. But I think he’s as good a place to start our search as any. If it wasn’t him, it was someone in his family. They were all against us marrying. Especially his son, Anthony.”
“Our search? But you can’t—”
“But I can.” Displaying a sneaky grin, she said, “I read about it in that book. I can leave anytime I want. I just haven’t wanted to badly enough until now. Plus, I need to attach myself to something in order to leave. That something, or rather someone, is you.” She laughed.
A couple of hours later, Lana regarded Lucy as she drifted into her office with a tray of food—a tuna fish sandwich with pickles and chips. She had been reading The Mysterious Hauntings.
“I thought you could use some nourishment. Seafood is brain food, you know.”
When Lucy floated back across the room, Lana glimpsed a terrified face in the window nearest the side door leading to the carport. It was her neighbor, Roxie Thomas, with curlers in her strawberry blonde hair and cold cream still covering her horrified face. When the dress glided toward a filing cabinet, Roxie’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. The closed window muffled her screams.
Book 2: Get Out or Die - July 2015
Book 3: The Wedding Crasher - September 2015
Book 4: Christmas Cruise - November 2015
March 27, 2015
Love Those Scenic Routes
I live in the Western North Carolina Mountains and don't care to drive the Interstate highways, preferring to travel back roads and scenic routes. It doesn't matter if takes a little longer for me; although, I am looking for a faster way to work without taking an Interstate. I think I know of one but not sure if it will save time or take longer.
Part of my day job is to monitor the progress of our agency's programs, so I need to travel the four-county area of Buncombe (office location), Henderson, Madison, and Transylvania. There are many scenic routes you can take in the mountains which makes travel time more pleasant.
At first, I dreaded these drives but recently I have come to love them. Transylvania County is always a nice drive one you pass the airport on Hwy 280 into Brevard, being very relaxing and not the hectic push to speed of the Interstate. I've also loved the route to Madison County once I left I26 but even that section of Interstate from Asheville to Madison County isn't too bad.
Blue Ridge ParkwayA few months ago, I found a better route to Transylvania County, cutting out the need to go by the airport at all. I now jump onto the Blue Ridge Parkway and get off on Hwy 191 that will take me directly to Hwy 280. Love it! Isn't the image to your left much prettier than some old busy Interstate? I will admit there are also some beautiful views from the Interstate too--just not as close. On the parkway there are both the far off views as well as the up close and personal.
And this route can also be taken to Henderson County which I've driven a few times. Today, I found a new-to-me, scenic route to Madison County as well. To my right was similar to the left on the image above and to my left was a gorgeous river. My friend told me I was "so crazy" because I told her I didn't know exactly where I was but that I was in Madison County and it shouldn't take me much longer to get to her office. About ten minutes later I was driving into her parking lot. The trip actually took about the same amount of time as it would have on the Interstate. I loved it so much that I took the same way back.
I'm pretty good about getting where I need to go as long as I know if I need to go North, East, South or West. It may not be the fastest or shortest route but it is usually the nicest and the most beautiful and relaxing route--at least for me. I love my mountains.
Part of my day job is to monitor the progress of our agency's programs, so I need to travel the four-county area of Buncombe (office location), Henderson, Madison, and Transylvania. There are many scenic routes you can take in the mountains which makes travel time more pleasant.
At first, I dreaded these drives but recently I have come to love them. Transylvania County is always a nice drive one you pass the airport on Hwy 280 into Brevard, being very relaxing and not the hectic push to speed of the Interstate. I've also loved the route to Madison County once I left I26 but even that section of Interstate from Asheville to Madison County isn't too bad.
Blue Ridge ParkwayA few months ago, I found a better route to Transylvania County, cutting out the need to go by the airport at all. I now jump onto the Blue Ridge Parkway and get off on Hwy 191 that will take me directly to Hwy 280. Love it! Isn't the image to your left much prettier than some old busy Interstate? I will admit there are also some beautiful views from the Interstate too--just not as close. On the parkway there are both the far off views as well as the up close and personal.And this route can also be taken to Henderson County which I've driven a few times. Today, I found a new-to-me, scenic route to Madison County as well. To my right was similar to the left on the image above and to my left was a gorgeous river. My friend told me I was "so crazy" because I told her I didn't know exactly where I was but that I was in Madison County and it shouldn't take me much longer to get to her office. About ten minutes later I was driving into her parking lot. The trip actually took about the same amount of time as it would have on the Interstate. I loved it so much that I took the same way back.
I'm pretty good about getting where I need to go as long as I know if I need to go North, East, South or West. It may not be the fastest or shortest route but it is usually the nicest and the most beautiful and relaxing route--at least for me. I love my mountains.
March 22, 2015
Review: To Kill For and Blood Sport (Books 1 and 2 of The McKay Series) by AJ Carella
I just love a good mystery and these two books did not disappoint me. They drew me in at the very beginning and kept me engaged until the very end. I really liked Jamie and her brother Jake as well as their aunt Kat and Officer Finn. They were all very likable, drawn out characters that you can relate too.
In To Kill For , greed and jealousy lead to a bad decisions that could ruin one of the character's life.
In Blood Sport , children are at risk and need to be found before the villains get away for good.
There were just enough twists and turns to keep me guessing about what would happen next. A few hints are scattered throughout each one with a bit of a cliff hanger at the ends to lead to the next book in the series. I can’t wait to read the book three, Hard Time, and I purchased a copy today.
I really enjoyed both books and highly recommend them.
To Kill For (Book 1) Blurb:
Families are murder … do you trust yours?
Money and a handsome fiancé from a good family. What more could a girl want?
Jamie McKay appears to have the perfect life but things suddenly start to go horribly wrong. A sudden death and a run in with a would-be killer leave her alone, afraid and a long way from home.
Kat McKay, long estranged from her family, returns to the small town she hasn’t been back to since she walked away as a teenager. Determined to find out what happened to her niece she must face the demons from her past, and enlist the help of the man she left behind.
Can the McKay’s survive the explosive results?
Blood Sport (Book 2) Blurb:
Kat is settling in to her new life in Brecon Point but her future with Finn looks uncertain.
Can he ever forgive her for her betrayal?
A chance encounter along a lonely road forces them together and their personal problems must be pushed aside as they uncover a terrible secret that has been flourishing on their own doorstep.
Author Bio:AJ grew up in Switzerland but now lives by the sea on the South Coast of England.
She grew up reading mystery and suspense, romantic suspense and thrillers. These days she spends her time writing what she loves to read, suspense and romantic suspense.
To stay in touch, or contact AJ, please go via her Facebook Fan page here: http://www.facebook.com/ajcarella
March 7, 2015
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