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August 14, 2022
New Release!
It's release day for POISONED PROSE!
Bad things are happening...again.
Paige Provey has her hands full. Not only is she trying to salvage her career and trying to find the magical book that gave her witchy abilities (it's gone missing), but her estranged sister has appeared on her doorstep. A sister who likes to flirt with Paige's boyfriends. Hands off of Grim!
As if that's not enough, Paige has been asked to attend a book signing of a local author who just published a novel called Slasher of Sacrifice.
Really. That's the title.
When someone from the book signing winds up in a coma, at first Paige thinks is must be related to the missing book. But as more folks start falling into deep comas, she and Grim aren't so sure. Can they solve the mystery? Or will Paige succumb to the mysterious sickness infecting the town?
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WGC4XKV
Bad things are happening...again.
Paige Provey has her hands full. Not only is she trying to salvage her career and trying to find the magical book that gave her witchy abilities (it's gone missing), but her estranged sister has appeared on her doorstep. A sister who likes to flirt with Paige's boyfriends. Hands off of Grim!
As if that's not enough, Paige has been asked to attend a book signing of a local author who just published a novel called Slasher of Sacrifice.
Really. That's the title.
When someone from the book signing winds up in a coma, at first Paige thinks is must be related to the missing book. But as more folks start falling into deep comas, she and Grim aren't so sure. Can they solve the mystery? Or will Paige succumb to the mysterious sickness infecting the town?
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09WGC4XKV
August 11, 2022
3 Days Until Poisoned Prose!
Release day is coming up fast, y'all! Just to get you excited, here's an excerpt from the book!
https://books2read.com/u/m2eOKd
Chapter One
I stared at my sister, who had just knocked on my door. I hadn’t seen her in three years and had only spoken to her a handful of times since. So saying that I was surprised was an understatement.
She ran her fingers through her dyed jet-black hair and pulled a pair of lime-green-framed sunglasses from her eyes. “What? Don’t I at least get a hug?”
I moved in for an awkward embrace. “I’m just so…surprised to see you here. What are you doing?”
My gaze darted nervously to Snow, the ghost standing in the corner of the cabin. She nodded at the heaping gym bag that Cammie dropped on the floor. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that your sister is moving in.”
No. No. No. No. No. My sister couldn’t stay here.
Everywhere that Cammie went, bad things happened.
To me.
“Nice place you got here,” she said, dropping onto the couch and kicking her feet up. “Where should I sleep?
You got two bedrooms?”
I grabbed her feet and dropped them onto the floor. “No. There’s only one bedroom and it’s mine. All mine. You can’t stay here, Cammie. I’ve got…” Think, Paige.
Come up with something, anything that will convince her to go. “Cammie, look. There’s this book that I need to get to my agent. I’m in a bind, see. If I don’t write it, the publisher may void my contract and I’ll be broke.”
She gave me a stare full of pity. “I heard Walter already took your money. So you’re broke anyway.”
“Yes, but I’ll be more broke if you stay. You know how it is when I write. I can’t talk to people or have anyone around. I need all my focus so that I can conjure the story.”
“Trust me, you won’t even know that I’m here.”
She nestled farther back onto the couch. I could not let my sister get too comfortable. We were oil and water, you see, and didn’t get along. Not because we hadn’t tried. We just never saw eye to eye. And if I was honest,
I supposed there was some jealousy in our relationship as I’d become a once-successful author. Once being the primary adjective.
“Cammie, seriously. Don’t you have a third husband to get to? Or a job that needs help?”
“Nah, I took a vacation. When I saw in the paper that Walter was dead and found out that you were staying here at Willow Lake, I just knew that I had to come visit.
Oh, Paige, we are gonna have so much fun doing stuff
like fishing and boat riding. We’re gonna have ourselves a little vacation. But if you don’t mind, right now I’m dead tired.” She yawned for emphasis. “Just let me catch a few winks of sleep and then we can hit the town, and maybe I can catch me a good-looking rich man.”
Oh God. It was worse than I thought. She wanted to
stay. For days. “Listen, Cammie, all of that sounds great,
but maybe another time. Like, after I have this book written.” I laughed, trying to make light of a situation
that was terribly heavy. “Writing is so time-consuming.
There’s no room for anything or anyone else.”
“Nonsense. You’ll make time for me.”
Of course I would. This was just so quintessential Cammie, expecting people to bow down to her every whim.
“As much as I’d love for you to stay, I just don’t think now’s a good time.”
But her eyes were closed. She wasn’t even listening.
“Looks like you’re stuck with her,” Snow told me. “I’ll let y’all catch up. See you in a bit.”
Though I wanted to shout for Snow to come back and save me, the truth was, Cammie couldn’t see spirits.
Attempting to explain my recently acquired ability to communicate with the dead wasn’t exactly high on my bucket list.
“You doing okay?” she asked. Apparently my sister wasn’t already asleep. “You look like you just seen a ghost.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But listen, maybe we can put you up in a hotel or something.”
She tsked. “I cain’t ask my baby sister to put out any money for me. ’Sides, you got your own problems, what with Walter taking you to the cleaners and all. What a jerk. I always hated that SOB.”
“Cammie!”
“What?” She shrugged. “The truth’s the truth. Now, I’m just going to get a little shut-eye, and when I wake up, we can catch up and hang out.”
“I don’t think…”
“You don’t think what?”
That it’s the right time for us to catch up? How the heck could I explain to my sister that I’d been conked on the head by a magical book, could now see spirits and work magic, and that I was also on the hunt for said magical book because it had disappeared after falling on my noggin.
When I didn’t answer, she glared at me. “You ain’t gonna play that I’m-better-than-you card, are you?”
“What?” I plastered a hand to my chest. “No, I would never do that.”
She looked at me a long time before nodding. “Good. Because we’re sisters and Mama would want us to be together. I’ll only stay a few days. Just long enough for us to have some fun. You know, like the good old days.”
What good old days? Did she mean the ones when she would break a window and blame it on me? Or was she talking about when she accidentally kissed my boyfriend in the closet while we were playing spin the bottle? Just which good old days was my sister referring to?
But right as I was about to ask her, the sound of soft snoring filled the cabin. Great. She was asleep.
Then I remembered that I had a date with Grim that night. Oh crap. If Cammie laid her gaze on him, she’d want to steal him from me.
Well, I couldn’t let that happen, now could I?
https://books2read.com/u/m2eOKd
https://books2read.com/u/m2eOKd
Chapter One
I stared at my sister, who had just knocked on my door. I hadn’t seen her in three years and had only spoken to her a handful of times since. So saying that I was surprised was an understatement.
She ran her fingers through her dyed jet-black hair and pulled a pair of lime-green-framed sunglasses from her eyes. “What? Don’t I at least get a hug?”
I moved in for an awkward embrace. “I’m just so…surprised to see you here. What are you doing?”
My gaze darted nervously to Snow, the ghost standing in the corner of the cabin. She nodded at the heaping gym bag that Cammie dropped on the floor. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that your sister is moving in.”
No. No. No. No. No. My sister couldn’t stay here.
Everywhere that Cammie went, bad things happened.
To me.
“Nice place you got here,” she said, dropping onto the couch and kicking her feet up. “Where should I sleep?
You got two bedrooms?”
I grabbed her feet and dropped them onto the floor. “No. There’s only one bedroom and it’s mine. All mine. You can’t stay here, Cammie. I’ve got…” Think, Paige.
Come up with something, anything that will convince her to go. “Cammie, look. There’s this book that I need to get to my agent. I’m in a bind, see. If I don’t write it, the publisher may void my contract and I’ll be broke.”
She gave me a stare full of pity. “I heard Walter already took your money. So you’re broke anyway.”
“Yes, but I’ll be more broke if you stay. You know how it is when I write. I can’t talk to people or have anyone around. I need all my focus so that I can conjure the story.”
“Trust me, you won’t even know that I’m here.”
She nestled farther back onto the couch. I could not let my sister get too comfortable. We were oil and water, you see, and didn’t get along. Not because we hadn’t tried. We just never saw eye to eye. And if I was honest,
I supposed there was some jealousy in our relationship as I’d become a once-successful author. Once being the primary adjective.
“Cammie, seriously. Don’t you have a third husband to get to? Or a job that needs help?”
“Nah, I took a vacation. When I saw in the paper that Walter was dead and found out that you were staying here at Willow Lake, I just knew that I had to come visit.
Oh, Paige, we are gonna have so much fun doing stuff
like fishing and boat riding. We’re gonna have ourselves a little vacation. But if you don’t mind, right now I’m dead tired.” She yawned for emphasis. “Just let me catch a few winks of sleep and then we can hit the town, and maybe I can catch me a good-looking rich man.”
Oh God. It was worse than I thought. She wanted to
stay. For days. “Listen, Cammie, all of that sounds great,
but maybe another time. Like, after I have this book written.” I laughed, trying to make light of a situation
that was terribly heavy. “Writing is so time-consuming.
There’s no room for anything or anyone else.”
“Nonsense. You’ll make time for me.”
Of course I would. This was just so quintessential Cammie, expecting people to bow down to her every whim.
“As much as I’d love for you to stay, I just don’t think now’s a good time.”
But her eyes were closed. She wasn’t even listening.
“Looks like you’re stuck with her,” Snow told me. “I’ll let y’all catch up. See you in a bit.”
Though I wanted to shout for Snow to come back and save me, the truth was, Cammie couldn’t see spirits.
Attempting to explain my recently acquired ability to communicate with the dead wasn’t exactly high on my bucket list.
“You doing okay?” she asked. Apparently my sister wasn’t already asleep. “You look like you just seen a ghost.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But listen, maybe we can put you up in a hotel or something.”
She tsked. “I cain’t ask my baby sister to put out any money for me. ’Sides, you got your own problems, what with Walter taking you to the cleaners and all. What a jerk. I always hated that SOB.”
“Cammie!”
“What?” She shrugged. “The truth’s the truth. Now, I’m just going to get a little shut-eye, and when I wake up, we can catch up and hang out.”
“I don’t think…”
“You don’t think what?”
That it’s the right time for us to catch up? How the heck could I explain to my sister that I’d been conked on the head by a magical book, could now see spirits and work magic, and that I was also on the hunt for said magical book because it had disappeared after falling on my noggin.
When I didn’t answer, she glared at me. “You ain’t gonna play that I’m-better-than-you card, are you?”
“What?” I plastered a hand to my chest. “No, I would never do that.”
She looked at me a long time before nodding. “Good. Because we’re sisters and Mama would want us to be together. I’ll only stay a few days. Just long enough for us to have some fun. You know, like the good old days.”
What good old days? Did she mean the ones when she would break a window and blame it on me? Or was she talking about when she accidentally kissed my boyfriend in the closet while we were playing spin the bottle? Just which good old days was my sister referring to?
But right as I was about to ask her, the sound of soft snoring filled the cabin. Great. She was asleep.
Then I remembered that I had a date with Grim that night. Oh crap. If Cammie laid her gaze on him, she’d want to steal him from me.
Well, I couldn’t let that happen, now could I?
https://books2read.com/u/m2eOKd
August 8, 2022
Poisoned Prose Coming Soon!
Bad things are happening…again.
Paige Provey has her hands full. Not only is she attempting to salvage her career and trying to find the magical book that gave her witchy abilities (it's gone missing), but her estranged sister has appeared on her doorstep — a sister who likes to flirt with Paige's boyfriends. Hands off of Grim!
As if that's not enough, Paige has been asked to attend a book signing of a local author who just published a novel called Slasher of Sacrifice.
Really. That's the title.
When someone from the book signing winds up in a coma, at first Paige thinks it must be related to the missing book. But as more folks start falling into deep comas, she and Grim aren't so sure. Can they solve the mystery? Or will Paige succumb to the mysterious sickness infecting the town?
Amazon: https://books2read.com/u/4DPezQ
Paige Provey has her hands full. Not only is she attempting to salvage her career and trying to find the magical book that gave her witchy abilities (it's gone missing), but her estranged sister has appeared on her doorstep — a sister who likes to flirt with Paige's boyfriends. Hands off of Grim!
As if that's not enough, Paige has been asked to attend a book signing of a local author who just published a novel called Slasher of Sacrifice.
Really. That's the title.
When someone from the book signing winds up in a coma, at first Paige thinks it must be related to the missing book. But as more folks start falling into deep comas, she and Grim aren't so sure. Can they solve the mystery? Or will Paige succumb to the mysterious sickness infecting the town?
Amazon: https://books2read.com/u/4DPezQ
August 7, 2022
Books on Sale!
I don't know about where you live, but here in Alabama, it's HOT. I mean capital H-O-T. It's so hot that I decided to have a sale on books that remind me of cooler weather, and nothing reminds me of cooler weather more than Halloween and ghosts!
That's why I'm running a HUGE DISCOUNT on the first three books in my Southern Ghost Wranglers series. Book one is FREE, and books two and three are slashed from $3.99 to 99 cents! But only for a limited time!
If you haven't met Blissful Breneaux and the gang, now's your chance!
US DEAL: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...
UK DEAL: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B...
SOUL FOOD SPIRITS, book one in the series, is FREE in ALL Amazon stores: https://books2read.com/u/bQP8wE
Here’s a sneak peek of chapter one.
I always thought that working hard meant everything in my life would fall into place. Checking off a great job would mean checking off a great life in the big daily planner that was my mind. If I tried hard enough, shed enough plasma, and kissed enough butt, I could make it anywhere.
Turned out, I was wrong.
My dad’s death a few months ago left an oozing wound in the establishment he helped create—The Ghost Team. With the help of secret funding from the government, my dad, Vince Breneaux, created a crew of highly capable, clairvoyant agents whose single mission was to seek out rogue spirits, those hell-bent on attacking and plaguing the living, and send them on to the other side—the light, as we call it.
Naturally, since my father had been director of said team, when it came to promotion time, I was a shoo-in by a thousand degrees.
At least in my own opinion I was.
But that’s not how it worked out, and now it’s several months later and the bimbo that stole my job is staring down her pert little pixie nose at me.
US DEAL: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...
UK DEAL: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B...
That's why I'm running a HUGE DISCOUNT on the first three books in my Southern Ghost Wranglers series. Book one is FREE, and books two and three are slashed from $3.99 to 99 cents! But only for a limited time!
If you haven't met Blissful Breneaux and the gang, now's your chance!
US DEAL: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...
UK DEAL: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B...
SOUL FOOD SPIRITS, book one in the series, is FREE in ALL Amazon stores: https://books2read.com/u/bQP8wE
Here’s a sneak peek of chapter one.
I always thought that working hard meant everything in my life would fall into place. Checking off a great job would mean checking off a great life in the big daily planner that was my mind. If I tried hard enough, shed enough plasma, and kissed enough butt, I could make it anywhere.
Turned out, I was wrong.
My dad’s death a few months ago left an oozing wound in the establishment he helped create—The Ghost Team. With the help of secret funding from the government, my dad, Vince Breneaux, created a crew of highly capable, clairvoyant agents whose single mission was to seek out rogue spirits, those hell-bent on attacking and plaguing the living, and send them on to the other side—the light, as we call it.
Naturally, since my father had been director of said team, when it came to promotion time, I was a shoo-in by a thousand degrees.
At least in my own opinion I was.
But that’s not how it worked out, and now it’s several months later and the bimbo that stole my job is staring down her pert little pixie nose at me.
US DEAL: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...
UK DEAL: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B...
October 11, 2021
Pepper and Axel are Back!
Pepper and Axel are back in SOUTHERN CAULDRONS!
Everything is going great in Magnolia Cove. Well, almost great. There's a new sheriff in town and he's more like a pirate than a law enforcement agent. He's made it known that if folks don't do as he says, well, they're going to jail.
Nobody likes that. Not one bit.
So when a mysterious stag appears in Magnolia Cove, everyone is interested. Some only want to see the stag. Others want it for a trophy on their wall. All Pepper Reign wants to do is protect it, but not everyone feels the same way. With hunters, poachers, and animal right's activists all vying for the stag's being, it's no surprise that someone winds up dead.
And the new Sheriff Pirate is convinced that everyone is a suspect, but he particularly doesn't like Pepper.
To keep him off her tail, Pepper will have to go door-to-door to find the killer, all while managing her teething baby and attempting to keep Grandma Betty in line. Goodness knows, that's impossible.
But can Pepper do it? Or will this new Sheriff Pirate haul her into jail?
FREE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED!
AMAZON US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097CGGYH3
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B097CGGYH3
AMAZON CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B097CGGYH3
AMAZON AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B097CGGYH3
Everything is going great in Magnolia Cove. Well, almost great. There's a new sheriff in town and he's more like a pirate than a law enforcement agent. He's made it known that if folks don't do as he says, well, they're going to jail.
Nobody likes that. Not one bit.
So when a mysterious stag appears in Magnolia Cove, everyone is interested. Some only want to see the stag. Others want it for a trophy on their wall. All Pepper Reign wants to do is protect it, but not everyone feels the same way. With hunters, poachers, and animal right's activists all vying for the stag's being, it's no surprise that someone winds up dead.
And the new Sheriff Pirate is convinced that everyone is a suspect, but he particularly doesn't like Pepper.
To keep him off her tail, Pepper will have to go door-to-door to find the killer, all while managing her teething baby and attempting to keep Grandma Betty in line. Goodness knows, that's impossible.
But can Pepper do it? Or will this new Sheriff Pirate haul her into jail?
FREE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED!
AMAZON US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097CGGYH3
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B097CGGYH3
AMAZON CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B097CGGYH3
AMAZON AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B097CGGYH3
September 12, 2021
SPELL STRUCK IS HERE!
It's here! For those of you who've been waiting for Georgia Nocturne to return, she's finally arrived. SPELL STRUCK, the second book in my Paranormal Women's Fiction series, is finally here.
Grab it here --> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097KBMG15
And y'all, we're going to do some celebrating!
But first, here's what all the fuss is about:
Just when Georgia Nocturne is adjusting to life as a middle-aged spell hunter, she gets thrown for a loop.
A mysterious spell winds up in her hands—one that she and her husband Dane have to decipher or else risk unleashing dangerous magic into the world.
While Georgia is trying to keep people safe, the PTO needs her help, she discovers working with her husband isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be, and she still has to put dinner on the table.
Worse, there’s a mysterious wizard on the loose. He calls himself the Gator and he’s determined to wreak havoc in her small town.
Can Georgia discover the secrets of the spell, stop the Gator, and be a perfect wife? Probably not. But she’ll have fun trying.
I hope, hope, hope that you love it.
And to celebrate, I've got two things going on. Today, I will be hosting a HUGE launch party for its release in my private Facebook Group the Bless Your Witch Club. Y'all won't want to miss it. I'm giving away gift cards, signed paperbacks, cozy socks--the works!
Join the club here --> https://www.facebook.com/groups/10363...
Also, in case you haven't read SPELL HUNTER, the first book in this series, it's FREE right now! But don't wait to grab your copy. This deal won't last long.
Grab your FREE copy --> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P8YXYH9
Have a great week!
Grab it here --> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B097KBMG15
And y'all, we're going to do some celebrating!
But first, here's what all the fuss is about:
Just when Georgia Nocturne is adjusting to life as a middle-aged spell hunter, she gets thrown for a loop.
A mysterious spell winds up in her hands—one that she and her husband Dane have to decipher or else risk unleashing dangerous magic into the world.
While Georgia is trying to keep people safe, the PTO needs her help, she discovers working with her husband isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be, and she still has to put dinner on the table.
Worse, there’s a mysterious wizard on the loose. He calls himself the Gator and he’s determined to wreak havoc in her small town.
Can Georgia discover the secrets of the spell, stop the Gator, and be a perfect wife? Probably not. But she’ll have fun trying.
I hope, hope, hope that you love it.
And to celebrate, I've got two things going on. Today, I will be hosting a HUGE launch party for its release in my private Facebook Group the Bless Your Witch Club. Y'all won't want to miss it. I'm giving away gift cards, signed paperbacks, cozy socks--the works!
Join the club here --> https://www.facebook.com/groups/10363...
Also, in case you haven't read SPELL HUNTER, the first book in this series, it's FREE right now! But don't wait to grab your copy. This deal won't last long.
Grab your FREE copy --> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P8YXYH9
Have a great week!
August 17, 2021
It's Teaser Tuesday!
It's Teaser Tuesday! In honor of MUDROOM MYSTIC releasing, here's the first chapter.
Chapter 1
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching as Malene Fredericks, my grandmother, placed what must have been the fiftieth garden gnome in her front yard.
She straightened him in the dirt with a huff and glared up at me. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Going crazy,” I replied.
She pressed her lips into a sour frown. “For your
information, I am decorating my yard.”
“With a thousand garden gnomes?”
“That’s correct.”
“Why?”
She flared out her skinny arms and arched them together as if she was going to hug someone, but stopped short. “Because the garden gnome competition is two days away, and I plan to win.”
This was the first I’d heard of such a thing. “Garden gnome competition?”
She sniffed the air. “That is correct.”
“I don’t think that exists.”
My dog, Lady, who’d been sniffing grass down the street, padded up to us. She took one look at the minefield of red-hatted gnomes and broke out into barking. “Who are you looking at? I’ll punch you right in the throat! Stay back, tiny bearded men, or else I’ll bite your heads off.”
I leaned down and patted her back. Lady jumped and snapped at me. “Whoa, Trigger,” I soothed. “Those gnomes can’t hurt you. They’re inanimate objects.”
“I don’t care if they’re inanimate animates,” she bit back. “Them’s some creepy little men.”
I stifled a laugh as Malene’s face turned bright pink.
“Sorry, Malene. Lady’s not used to seeing so many garden gnomes.”
Lady stretched her nose forward and sniffed one of the tiny men that stood frozen, smiling into the distance. “Don’t you think having so many of them all together will spread diseases? Do they come to life at night and tinkle all over the yard?”
I barked a laugh. “Lady, they’re made of porcelain. They don’t come to life.”
She glanced at me skeptically. “Says you.”
Malene curled both her hands into fists and cemented them to her hips. “If all the two of y’all are going to do is criticize my lawn ornaments, you can leave.”
“Malene, I’m sorry.” And I did my best to sound like I meant it, too. “It’s just that in all the time I’ve lived here, I don’t remember a gnome competition.”
“We took a break from it,” she explained. “On account that there was a gnome shortage for a while.”
I arched a brow. “A gnome shortage?”
“Yeah, they were using up all the porcelain in England to make the gnomes so we couldn’t get any this far south. You know, gnomes aren’t as popular here as they are
over in Europe. They like their gnomes. So we had to put the contest on hold. But now we’ve got the gnomes back and I’m happy to say that I think my yard looks good. I might actually win this year.”
Well, if the previous winners had been lawns that looked like they’d vomited gnomes, then Malene was definitely in the lead.
“The only person I have to worry about is Gilbert Wilcox.”
I arched a brow. “Gilbert Wilcox?”
Malene scurried around, adjusting statue after statue—righting some and moving others. “Every year Gilbert wins the contest. I don’t know how he does it. He doesn’t have a ton of gnomes, but what he does have, he uses to his advantage.”
“You’re making him sound like a beauty pageant contestant,” I joked.
Malene looked at me with dead serious eyes. “If there was a beauty contest in town, Gilbert Wilcox would sure as heck be one of the top three. That man has more fashion sense than a red carpet model. He can take a scarf and drape it over a lamp, thereby changing the whole feel of room. I don’t know how he does it.”
Lady stopped chewing a clump of grass and answered, “Sounds like he just throws a scarf on a lamp. That’s how he does it.”
Malene swatted at her impatiently. “I know how he does it. I just don’t know how he does it.”
Lady glanced up at me perplexed. “Didn’t she just say the same thing?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
In the house beside us, the front door opened with a bang, and my grandfather, Willard Gandy, appeared. He took one look at Malene’s yard and slapped his face.
“Malene, don’t tell me it’s that time of year again, is it?”
Malene adjusted her dark round Jackie O glasses. “Okay, I won’t tell you it’s that time of year again. But get ready, because I’m going to need your yard. I ordered fifty more gnomes, and they’re due here any day now.”
Willard stormed down the front steps. “Don’t tell me you plan on putting them on my grass.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you that.” My grandmother pointed a bony finger, swollen at the knuckles, at him. “But I’ll need you to bring your wheelbarrow out front because I’m going to dump a couple of gnomes in it.”
“Malene, now it’s one thing for you to decorate your own lawn. It’s quite another for you to”—he gestured wildly as he searched for the right word—“destroy my yard while you try to beat Gilbert Wilcox for the golden gnome.”
Lady and I exchanged a look. A golden gnome? Now I’d heard everything.
Just then a car horn beeped the beginning of “Amazing Grace” up through the “how sweet the sound” part. I glanced behind me to see a convertible cyan Cadillac, circa 1960-something, slow down as it neared Malene’s.
Her eyes narrowed to slitty wedges of death. “Gilbert Wilcox,” she muttered bitterly.
The infamous Gilbert Wilcox came to a stop. He had a round face and even rounder body. One meaty hand clutched the steering wheel as if he was out on a leisurely cruise of Peachwood. His blond hair was oiled back, and a pencil mustache dusted his upper lip. A red scarf was tucked into the opening of his shirt, making him look quite debonair—in a 1940s sort of way.
“Why, Malene Fredericks,” he said jovially, “I’m surprised to see you out and about quite so early. Getting ahead on decorating, are you?”
“I am,” she said stiffly. “What are you doing, eyeing the competition? Cheating to make sure that you win this year?”
Gilbert threw his head back and laughed. “I assure you, I don’t have to cheat in order to win. I’m hoping that I’ll retain ownership of the golden gnome. But there are no guarantees.”
“Humph,” was all Malene managed.
Gilbert’s gaze flicked to me. “And what’s this? Are you recruiting help this year?”
“This is my granddaughter.” Malene jerked her hand at Gilbert. “You keep your paws off her, Gilbert. She’s got a boyfriend and he’s tough. He could crush a gnome with his bare hands.”
Oh, Lawd. How embarrassing.
“I see,” Gilbert managed. “Well, how do you do? I’m Gilbert Wilcox, five-time golden gnome champion.”
“Clementine Cooke,” I replied, taking the clammy hand he offered. “And wow, five-time champion. You must work very hard.”
Gilbert laughed bashfully. “Oh, it’s not hard work to win around here.”
Malene growled.
Gilbert’s gaze darted to her. Seeming to realize his mistake, he sputtered. “I didn’t mean that I don’t have any competition. Not at all. The competition in Peachwood is fierce. Malene always gives me a run for my money. She’s a tough cookie to beat.”
Malene nodded in approval. “I work hard at it every year.”
Gilbert lifted his nose and peered into the yard. “Looks like you’ve got a little bit of everything, don’t you? Even kissing gnomes.”
She did indeed have kissing gnomes. My grandmother also displayed fishing gnomes, sitting gnomes, napping gnomes, gnomes with their pants pulled down, biker gnomes, nudist sunbathing gnomes, gnomes sitting on toilets, and the list continued. There were so many gnomes it was giving me a headache to look at them.
“I’m very proud of my collection,” Malene chirped.
Gilbert nodded appreciatively. “Looks like you might have a shot of winning, as always.”
He said the words flatly, as if he didn’t believe them. Malene caught his tone, and a spark flared in her eyes. “What do you have going on in your yard this year?”
“Me?” He placed a hand delicately on his chest. “What do I have going on?”
Malene rolled her eyes. “Yes, you.”
“Hopefully less than what you’ve got,” Willard mumbled.
“Willard,” Gilbert exclaimed, “I could barely see you with all those gnomes around. How’ve you been?”
“Fine until I woke up this morning to this mess.” My grandfather raked his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know why it is, but this time of year always sneaks up on me.”
“You and me both,” Gilbert said innocently. But the gleam in his eye suggested otherwise. No one could be a five-time golden gnome champion and not have a strategy for how to win the trophy. “But I tell you, this year I’m going simple.”
Malene’s brows shot to peaks. She stuttered as if the very idea struck fear in her heart. “S-simple? You’re going simple?” She clutched the convertible’s passenger door. “What do you mean?”
Gilbert waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Oh, you know. I’m taking it easy.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said.
He chuckled. “Don’t believe it if you wish, but I promise you that you won’t see a grand display from me.”
Malene leaned over so far her nose nearly touched his. “So there won’t be any waterfall of gnomes?”
“Nope,” he said.
“No gnomes tumbling down the hill and spilling onto the sidewalk?”
“No.”
“Any gnomes dancing on your roof?”
“Not that either.”
“How about gnomes pushing up out of their graves?”
What?
Gilbert yawned. “No, no and no. I told you. I’m going simple. I’m not doing all of that mess.”
Malene eyed him skeptically. “I’ll buy it when I see it.”
Willard fired out, “Malene, if the man said he’s not doing all of that, then he’s not doing it.”
Malene jabbed her finger in Gilbert’s face. “You’ve got a plan to win. I know you, Gilbert. You’re scoping out the competition. You’re coming here and making me think you’re going easy so that I’ll believe I don’t have to work as hard. I don’t buy it. You’ll probably put out as many gnomes as you normally do and are just trying to trick me. Well it won’t work. I know your kind, with your beady eyes and shuffling gaze. Your lying don’t fool me.”
She spat out the last sentence and folded her arms for emphasis. We stood in silence. Even Lady had stopped chewing grass and stared at Malene, mouth agape.
Willard clapped his hands. “Malene, why don’t you come inside? It’s getting hot out here, and you could use a glass of sweet tea.”
“I don’t need a glass of sweet tea,” she said coldly.
“You sure? You’re getting awfully hangry. You get that way when your blood sugar drops. You could use some calories.”
Willard was practically pleading, but Malene wasn’t budging. She poked Gilbert right in the throat. “What are you up to?”
He laughed. “I’m not up to anything, Malene Fredericks. I was just driving by and practically telling you that I was going easy on my gnomes this year, and you’re accusing me of lying.”
“That’s because you are.”
The words hung heavily in the air. No one moved. I swear that no one even breathed. I know that I didn’t. I held my breath until my lungs burned. It was then and only then that I exhaled.
Willard murmured, “Oh no. Now she’s done it.”
And she had done it. Gilbert Wilcox’s face turned the color of a bright pink azalea. He glared at Malene and announced, “Well, I was going to go easy, but you,
Malene Fredericks, have pushed me over the edge. All I did was stop by for a friendly chat. But I see that you cannot deal with losing. So I am going to make sure that you lose the golden gnome for a fifth year in a row!”
With that, Gilbert hit the gas and sped off down the street, his tires squealing and the scent of burning rubber filling the air.
Malene brushed her hands. “I think that went well. What about y’all?”
She glanced over, waiting expectantly for my answer. How had it gone? Well, my grandmother had succeeded in ticking off her main competition for the gnome contest. She’d called him a liar and pretty much embarrassed herself and us. How had it gone? It had gone terribly.
But saying that wouldn’t help anything. So I grinned widely and replied in my most pleasant voice, “Would you look at the time? I’ve got a house to get to. Sorry that I can’t stay and chat. Lady, we’d better get going.”
She stared blankly at me. “You didn’t say anything about leaving.”
I laughed nervously under Malene’s laser-focused stare. “Didn’t I? Well, sorry that I forgot to say anything earlier. But we need to get to the new house. I’ve got some… um…some finishes to pick out.”
Malene’s voice became gravelly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were skirting around the question.”
I scoffed. “Who? Me? Never. But listen”—I started to back away—“the gnomes look great. I’ll see you soon. Willard, I think the decorations will look fabulous when they come in. See y’all later.”
With that, I grabbed Lady and crossed the street, narrowly managing to avoid Malene’s line of fire.
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Chapter 1
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching as Malene Fredericks, my grandmother, placed what must have been the fiftieth garden gnome in her front yard.
She straightened him in the dirt with a huff and glared up at me. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Going crazy,” I replied.
She pressed her lips into a sour frown. “For your
information, I am decorating my yard.”
“With a thousand garden gnomes?”
“That’s correct.”
“Why?”
She flared out her skinny arms and arched them together as if she was going to hug someone, but stopped short. “Because the garden gnome competition is two days away, and I plan to win.”
This was the first I’d heard of such a thing. “Garden gnome competition?”
She sniffed the air. “That is correct.”
“I don’t think that exists.”
My dog, Lady, who’d been sniffing grass down the street, padded up to us. She took one look at the minefield of red-hatted gnomes and broke out into barking. “Who are you looking at? I’ll punch you right in the throat! Stay back, tiny bearded men, or else I’ll bite your heads off.”
I leaned down and patted her back. Lady jumped and snapped at me. “Whoa, Trigger,” I soothed. “Those gnomes can’t hurt you. They’re inanimate objects.”
“I don’t care if they’re inanimate animates,” she bit back. “Them’s some creepy little men.”
I stifled a laugh as Malene’s face turned bright pink.
“Sorry, Malene. Lady’s not used to seeing so many garden gnomes.”
Lady stretched her nose forward and sniffed one of the tiny men that stood frozen, smiling into the distance. “Don’t you think having so many of them all together will spread diseases? Do they come to life at night and tinkle all over the yard?”
I barked a laugh. “Lady, they’re made of porcelain. They don’t come to life.”
She glanced at me skeptically. “Says you.”
Malene curled both her hands into fists and cemented them to her hips. “If all the two of y’all are going to do is criticize my lawn ornaments, you can leave.”
“Malene, I’m sorry.” And I did my best to sound like I meant it, too. “It’s just that in all the time I’ve lived here, I don’t remember a gnome competition.”
“We took a break from it,” she explained. “On account that there was a gnome shortage for a while.”
I arched a brow. “A gnome shortage?”
“Yeah, they were using up all the porcelain in England to make the gnomes so we couldn’t get any this far south. You know, gnomes aren’t as popular here as they are
over in Europe. They like their gnomes. So we had to put the contest on hold. But now we’ve got the gnomes back and I’m happy to say that I think my yard looks good. I might actually win this year.”
Well, if the previous winners had been lawns that looked like they’d vomited gnomes, then Malene was definitely in the lead.
“The only person I have to worry about is Gilbert Wilcox.”
I arched a brow. “Gilbert Wilcox?”
Malene scurried around, adjusting statue after statue—righting some and moving others. “Every year Gilbert wins the contest. I don’t know how he does it. He doesn’t have a ton of gnomes, but what he does have, he uses to his advantage.”
“You’re making him sound like a beauty pageant contestant,” I joked.
Malene looked at me with dead serious eyes. “If there was a beauty contest in town, Gilbert Wilcox would sure as heck be one of the top three. That man has more fashion sense than a red carpet model. He can take a scarf and drape it over a lamp, thereby changing the whole feel of room. I don’t know how he does it.”
Lady stopped chewing a clump of grass and answered, “Sounds like he just throws a scarf on a lamp. That’s how he does it.”
Malene swatted at her impatiently. “I know how he does it. I just don’t know how he does it.”
Lady glanced up at me perplexed. “Didn’t she just say the same thing?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
In the house beside us, the front door opened with a bang, and my grandfather, Willard Gandy, appeared. He took one look at Malene’s yard and slapped his face.
“Malene, don’t tell me it’s that time of year again, is it?”
Malene adjusted her dark round Jackie O glasses. “Okay, I won’t tell you it’s that time of year again. But get ready, because I’m going to need your yard. I ordered fifty more gnomes, and they’re due here any day now.”
Willard stormed down the front steps. “Don’t tell me you plan on putting them on my grass.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you that.” My grandmother pointed a bony finger, swollen at the knuckles, at him. “But I’ll need you to bring your wheelbarrow out front because I’m going to dump a couple of gnomes in it.”
“Malene, now it’s one thing for you to decorate your own lawn. It’s quite another for you to”—he gestured wildly as he searched for the right word—“destroy my yard while you try to beat Gilbert Wilcox for the golden gnome.”
Lady and I exchanged a look. A golden gnome? Now I’d heard everything.
Just then a car horn beeped the beginning of “Amazing Grace” up through the “how sweet the sound” part. I glanced behind me to see a convertible cyan Cadillac, circa 1960-something, slow down as it neared Malene’s.
Her eyes narrowed to slitty wedges of death. “Gilbert Wilcox,” she muttered bitterly.
The infamous Gilbert Wilcox came to a stop. He had a round face and even rounder body. One meaty hand clutched the steering wheel as if he was out on a leisurely cruise of Peachwood. His blond hair was oiled back, and a pencil mustache dusted his upper lip. A red scarf was tucked into the opening of his shirt, making him look quite debonair—in a 1940s sort of way.
“Why, Malene Fredericks,” he said jovially, “I’m surprised to see you out and about quite so early. Getting ahead on decorating, are you?”
“I am,” she said stiffly. “What are you doing, eyeing the competition? Cheating to make sure that you win this year?”
Gilbert threw his head back and laughed. “I assure you, I don’t have to cheat in order to win. I’m hoping that I’ll retain ownership of the golden gnome. But there are no guarantees.”
“Humph,” was all Malene managed.
Gilbert’s gaze flicked to me. “And what’s this? Are you recruiting help this year?”
“This is my granddaughter.” Malene jerked her hand at Gilbert. “You keep your paws off her, Gilbert. She’s got a boyfriend and he’s tough. He could crush a gnome with his bare hands.”
Oh, Lawd. How embarrassing.
“I see,” Gilbert managed. “Well, how do you do? I’m Gilbert Wilcox, five-time golden gnome champion.”
“Clementine Cooke,” I replied, taking the clammy hand he offered. “And wow, five-time champion. You must work very hard.”
Gilbert laughed bashfully. “Oh, it’s not hard work to win around here.”
Malene growled.
Gilbert’s gaze darted to her. Seeming to realize his mistake, he sputtered. “I didn’t mean that I don’t have any competition. Not at all. The competition in Peachwood is fierce. Malene always gives me a run for my money. She’s a tough cookie to beat.”
Malene nodded in approval. “I work hard at it every year.”
Gilbert lifted his nose and peered into the yard. “Looks like you’ve got a little bit of everything, don’t you? Even kissing gnomes.”
She did indeed have kissing gnomes. My grandmother also displayed fishing gnomes, sitting gnomes, napping gnomes, gnomes with their pants pulled down, biker gnomes, nudist sunbathing gnomes, gnomes sitting on toilets, and the list continued. There were so many gnomes it was giving me a headache to look at them.
“I’m very proud of my collection,” Malene chirped.
Gilbert nodded appreciatively. “Looks like you might have a shot of winning, as always.”
He said the words flatly, as if he didn’t believe them. Malene caught his tone, and a spark flared in her eyes. “What do you have going on in your yard this year?”
“Me?” He placed a hand delicately on his chest. “What do I have going on?”
Malene rolled her eyes. “Yes, you.”
“Hopefully less than what you’ve got,” Willard mumbled.
“Willard,” Gilbert exclaimed, “I could barely see you with all those gnomes around. How’ve you been?”
“Fine until I woke up this morning to this mess.” My grandfather raked his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know why it is, but this time of year always sneaks up on me.”
“You and me both,” Gilbert said innocently. But the gleam in his eye suggested otherwise. No one could be a five-time golden gnome champion and not have a strategy for how to win the trophy. “But I tell you, this year I’m going simple.”
Malene’s brows shot to peaks. She stuttered as if the very idea struck fear in her heart. “S-simple? You’re going simple?” She clutched the convertible’s passenger door. “What do you mean?”
Gilbert waved a hand in the air dismissively. “Oh, you know. I’m taking it easy.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said.
He chuckled. “Don’t believe it if you wish, but I promise you that you won’t see a grand display from me.”
Malene leaned over so far her nose nearly touched his. “So there won’t be any waterfall of gnomes?”
“Nope,” he said.
“No gnomes tumbling down the hill and spilling onto the sidewalk?”
“No.”
“Any gnomes dancing on your roof?”
“Not that either.”
“How about gnomes pushing up out of their graves?”
What?
Gilbert yawned. “No, no and no. I told you. I’m going simple. I’m not doing all of that mess.”
Malene eyed him skeptically. “I’ll buy it when I see it.”
Willard fired out, “Malene, if the man said he’s not doing all of that, then he’s not doing it.”
Malene jabbed her finger in Gilbert’s face. “You’ve got a plan to win. I know you, Gilbert. You’re scoping out the competition. You’re coming here and making me think you’re going easy so that I’ll believe I don’t have to work as hard. I don’t buy it. You’ll probably put out as many gnomes as you normally do and are just trying to trick me. Well it won’t work. I know your kind, with your beady eyes and shuffling gaze. Your lying don’t fool me.”
She spat out the last sentence and folded her arms for emphasis. We stood in silence. Even Lady had stopped chewing grass and stared at Malene, mouth agape.
Willard clapped his hands. “Malene, why don’t you come inside? It’s getting hot out here, and you could use a glass of sweet tea.”
“I don’t need a glass of sweet tea,” she said coldly.
“You sure? You’re getting awfully hangry. You get that way when your blood sugar drops. You could use some calories.”
Willard was practically pleading, but Malene wasn’t budging. She poked Gilbert right in the throat. “What are you up to?”
He laughed. “I’m not up to anything, Malene Fredericks. I was just driving by and practically telling you that I was going easy on my gnomes this year, and you’re accusing me of lying.”
“That’s because you are.”
The words hung heavily in the air. No one moved. I swear that no one even breathed. I know that I didn’t. I held my breath until my lungs burned. It was then and only then that I exhaled.
Willard murmured, “Oh no. Now she’s done it.”
And she had done it. Gilbert Wilcox’s face turned the color of a bright pink azalea. He glared at Malene and announced, “Well, I was going to go easy, but you,
Malene Fredericks, have pushed me over the edge. All I did was stop by for a friendly chat. But I see that you cannot deal with losing. So I am going to make sure that you lose the golden gnome for a fifth year in a row!”
With that, Gilbert hit the gas and sped off down the street, his tires squealing and the scent of burning rubber filling the air.
Malene brushed her hands. “I think that went well. What about y’all?”
She glanced over, waiting expectantly for my answer. How had it gone? Well, my grandmother had succeeded in ticking off her main competition for the gnome contest. She’d called him a liar and pretty much embarrassed herself and us. How had it gone? It had gone terribly.
But saying that wouldn’t help anything. So I grinned widely and replied in my most pleasant voice, “Would you look at the time? I’ve got a house to get to. Sorry that I can’t stay and chat. Lady, we’d better get going.”
She stared blankly at me. “You didn’t say anything about leaving.”
I laughed nervously under Malene’s laser-focused stare. “Didn’t I? Well, sorry that I forgot to say anything earlier. But we need to get to the new house. I’ve got some… um…some finishes to pick out.”
Malene’s voice became gravelly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were skirting around the question.”
I scoffed. “Who? Me? Never. But listen”—I started to back away—“the gnomes look great. I’ll see you soon. Willard, I think the decorations will look fabulous when they come in. See y’all later.”
With that, I grabbed Lady and crossed the street, narrowly managing to avoid Malene’s line of fire.
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August 10, 2021
It's Release Day!
It's release day! MUDROOM MYSTIC is finally here!
It's the annual garden gnome contest and all of Peachwood is a flutter with excitement. Especially Malene, who intends to win this year's golden gnome award. But plenty of others in town want to win, too, and when Malene's main competition throws a monkey wrench in her plans for victory, she comes up with her own plan to win.
That plan might include sabotage.
All Clementine wants to do is stay out of the contest, but when she gets dragged in kicking and screaming, she has no choice but to play nice.
Everything is going great until a murder takes place. Now, it's up to Clem and the gang to solve the mystery before they wind up the next victims of the Peachwood killer. Can they do it?
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It's the annual garden gnome contest and all of Peachwood is a flutter with excitement. Especially Malene, who intends to win this year's golden gnome award. But plenty of others in town want to win, too, and when Malene's main competition throws a monkey wrench in her plans for victory, she comes up with her own plan to win.
That plan might include sabotage.
All Clementine wants to do is stay out of the contest, but when she gets dragged in kicking and screaming, she has no choice but to play nice.
Everything is going great until a murder takes place. Now, it's up to Clem and the gang to solve the mystery before they wind up the next victims of the Peachwood killer. Can they do it?
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July 23, 2021
SOUTHERN CURSES now in AUDIO!
For those of y'all who've been patiently waiting (and I know you have been), SOUTHERN CURSES is now available in audio!
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The dead should stay dead...unless they were alive to begin with.
Life for Pepper Dunn is just beginning to slow down in the magical town of Magnolia Cove, Alabama, when her Uncle Donovan, who is supposed to be deceased, appears on her doorstep very much alive. Turns out
Uncle Donovan faked his death to avoid the werewolf mafia, a dangerous group who will stop at nothing to get their hands on him.
But when a hit on Donovan goes wrong and someone else winds up murdered, it’s up to Pepper and her boyfriend Axel to find the killer before another life is taken. Can she do it? Or will Pepper be next in line to face off against a killer? Find out now!
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The dead should stay dead...unless they were alive to begin with.
Life for Pepper Dunn is just beginning to slow down in the magical town of Magnolia Cove, Alabama, when her Uncle Donovan, who is supposed to be deceased, appears on her doorstep very much alive. Turns out
Uncle Donovan faked his death to avoid the werewolf mafia, a dangerous group who will stop at nothing to get their hands on him.
But when a hit on Donovan goes wrong and someone else winds up murdered, it’s up to Pepper and her boyfriend Axel to find the killer before another life is taken. Can she do it? Or will Pepper be next in line to face off against a killer? Find out now!
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July 22, 2021
New Pre-Order Alert!
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Midlife ain't no joke...
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But at forty-five, Georgia’s career is going nowhere and her family only pays attention to her when they need to be fed.
Frustrated with her humdrum life and the way her body is rapidly sagging and shifting as if it has a mind of its own, Georgia decides things must change.
That change comes with a blast from her past.
You see, she has a secret—she’s a retired witch and spell hunter.
Georgia decides to restore her powers and take a job hunting for a rare spell. But it turns out that Georgia is not the only hunter in town. A mysterious man also seeks the spell and he’ll stop at nothing to get it.
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Midlife ain't no joke...
On paper, Georgia Nocturne has everything—a great job and a beautiful family.
But at forty-five, Georgia’s career is going nowhere and her family only pays attention to her when they need to be fed.
Frustrated with her humdrum life and the way her body is rapidly sagging and shifting as if it has a mind of its own, Georgia decides things must change.
That change comes with a blast from her past.
You see, she has a secret—she’s a retired witch and spell hunter.
Georgia decides to restore her powers and take a job hunting for a rare spell. But it turns out that Georgia is not the only hunter in town. A mysterious man also seeks the spell and he’ll stop at nothing to get it.
Can Georgia prove that she still has what it takes to be a
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