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October 5, 2021
Bless Your Heart - Again!
Diffused - A Shear Disaster Mystery
All L.J. wanted to do was deposit the day's receipts in the bank, go home, and have a movie night with Kyle.
Was that too much to ask for?
But moments after entering the bank, they are caught up in a bank heist with a couple of novice robbers. To add insult to injury, the dead grandmother of the robbers, Grammy Anderson, appears to L.J. and instructs her to stop her no-account grandsons from ruining their lives. L.J. complies and gets caught up in another twist in the ever-growing tangle of corruption and death called the Sons of Mississippi.
Read the newest episode in L.J.'s battle against the Sons of Mississippi.
All L.J. wanted to do was deposit the day's receipts in the bank, go home, and have a movie night with Kyle.
Was that too much to ask for?
But moments after entering the bank, they are caught up in a bank heist with a couple of novice robbers. To add insult to injury, the dead grandmother of the robbers, Grammy Anderson, appears to L.J. and instructs her to stop her no-account grandsons from ruining their lives. L.J. complies and gets caught up in another twist in the ever-growing tangle of corruption and death called the Sons of Mississippi.
Read the newest episode in L.J.'s battle against the Sons of Mississippi.
June 2, 2021
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May 26, 2021
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April 28, 2021
UnderCut - A Shear Disaster Mystery (Book Three)
UnderCut - A Shear Disaster Mystery
The third book in the Shear Disaster Series was released yesterday afternoon!!! I hope you are enjoying L.J.'s adventures as much as I am. I have to admit I went from laughing out loud to pulling tissues out of the box to blot the tears from my eyes as I wrote it. It was quite an emotional journey for me - I hope it is one for you too!!!
Thanks for being one of my readers. You guys are my heroes!!!
Terri
The third book in the Shear Disaster Series was released yesterday afternoon!!! I hope you are enjoying L.J.'s adventures as much as I am. I have to admit I went from laughing out loud to pulling tissues out of the box to blot the tears from my eyes as I wrote it. It was quite an emotional journey for me - I hope it is one for you too!!!
Thanks for being one of my readers. You guys are my heroes!!!
Terri
March 16, 2021
Southern Writers Magazine
I was asked by Southern Writers Magazine to write about last year - the pandemic and other things we've experienced - and how we can use what we lived through and move forward this year.
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February 25, 2021
Foiled Is Live
Foiled - A Shear Disaster Mystery (Book 2) is available through Amazon now.
I LOVED writing Foiled - I got to go back to the South when it was -42 degrees up here in the North. I got to watch the relationship between L.J. and Van develop. And I had so much fun with Kyle - he could be my best friend.
Of course, there are scary and sad parts in the book. One of my beta-readers told me that she felt she was on a rollercoaster - in a good way.
I hope you enjoy Foiled!
Happy Reading!
Terri Reid Foiled - A Shear Disaster Mystery
I LOVED writing Foiled - I got to go back to the South when it was -42 degrees up here in the North. I got to watch the relationship between L.J. and Van develop. And I had so much fun with Kyle - he could be my best friend.
Of course, there are scary and sad parts in the book. One of my beta-readers told me that she felt she was on a rollercoaster - in a good way.
I hope you enjoy Foiled!
Happy Reading!
Terri Reid Foiled - A Shear Disaster Mystery
February 23, 2021
Foiled - A Shear Disaster Mystery (Book 2)
I'm releasing my newest book - Foiled - this week and I thought I'd give y'all a sneak peek!!
Sneak Peek - Foiled:
I decided to sit down and work on the books. No sooner had I started than my office door creaked open and Maribelle peeked in.
“You just gotta come out and see what the wind blew into the salon,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What?” I started to ask.
She shook her head to stop me and smiled. “Oh, no, you have got to see this to believe this,” she said.
I pushed back my chair and followed her back to the salon. My jaw nearly hit the ground and I had to clap a hand over my mouth to stop the gasp of shock. There, at the front of my salon, was Miss “Bless-Your-Heart” herself, Blaire Arrington. She didn’t see me as I came towards the front desk because she was too busy arguing with Ida.
“I know the owner of this salon,” she stated with determination. “And I’m sure, knowing who I am in this community, she would make sure I got an appointment immediately.”
Maribelle chuckled softly. “An appointment on the first bus out of town,” she whispered to me.
I moved closer to the desk and took a deep breath. “Why hello, Blaire,” I said. “It’s nice of you to drop by. What can I do for you?”
She smiled triumphantly at Ida, which immediately lost her ten points. Which, considering she walked in with a negative ten, she wasn’t doing too well.
“I’d like an appointment to get my hair done, with highlights,” she said. “With Kyle.”
I nodded and walked to stand next to Ida. Smiling, I put my hand on Ida’s shoulder. “Thank you so much, Ida,” I said. “I think I’d better handle this one.”
Ida rolled her eyes. “She’s all yours,” she whispered.
“What did she say?” Blaire demanded.
I turned slowly and met Blaire’s eyes with a complete lack of concern. “You wanted an appointment with Kyle,” I said, flipping open the appointment book. “For a cut, style, and highlights, correct?”
“Yes, that’s right,” she replied, showing a moue of displeasure because I hadn’t answered her question.
I glanced down at the book and then back up at her. “Morning or afternoon better for you?” I asked.
Her smile brightened and she glanced at her watch. “Afternoon,” she said.
I nodded. “I have an opening for Kyle on September 2nd at one o’clock,” I said, picking up a pencil and holding it as if I were ready to jot her name in.
“What!?!” she shouted. “That’s a month away.”
“And then his next appointment is a week later,” I said with a shrug. “He’s a very popular stylist.”
“But…but…I wanted an appointment today,” she said.
“Oh, today. Isn’t that sweet,” I said, enjoying every moment of this interaction. “We just don’t do walk-ins, Blaire. It’s appointment only.”
“Then make an appointment for me,” she demanded. “He can just fit me in.”
I smiled at her, then looked over at Kyle who was just finishing up with a client. “Kyle,” I called. “When you’re finished, could you come over here for a moment?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Kyle called back. “Let me just tell this ravishing woman how much I enjoyed our time together.”
The sexagenarian giggled like a schoolgirl. “Oh, you,” she said, digging into her purse and pulling out a hefty tip. “Now, don’t forget I have that wedding in two weeks and I just have to look better than Bunny.”
Kyle took the tip. “Thank you, darling,” he replied. “Don’t worry, I will fit you in. Just leave your number with Ida when you pay the bill and I’ll call you tomorrow with the time.”
Ida moved to the other side of the counter, rang up the charges, and took the woman’s phone number.
“I just love how he makes me feel,” she whispered to Ida.
“He’s very good at what he does,” Ida agreed with a smile.
“Bye, bye, Kyle,” the woman called as she pushed open the door.
“Bye darling,” Kyle called back as he walked to the desk and then he met my eyes. “So, what’s up, buttercup?”
“I need an appointment,” Blaire interrupted.
Kyle turned, took his time examining her, and then nodded. “Oh, honey, yes, you do,” he agreed.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing and turned my face down to look at the appointment book.
“That’s not what I meant,” Blaire countered with a self-important nod. “I’m a very important person in this town with a lot of influence. If I like you and I tell others, you will have your career made in this town.”
Kyle chuckled and didn’t bother to hide it. “Oh, honey, I’ve made it in New York City. And, as Frankie says, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.”
He stepped away from the counter and spread his arms out. “Start spreading the news,” he sang. “I’m leaving today.”
“I want to be a part of it,” Kasey replied.
“New York. New York,” Maribelle added.
Blaire looked around in astonishment. “What are you all doing?” she screamed. “I need an appointment. I just heard you tell that old lady you could fit her in. So, fit me in!”
Kyle stopped singing, turned and placed his elbows on the counter, and then rested his chin in his hands. “Well, sweetie, that’s because I like her,” he said.
Blaire looked like a fish, gasping for air. Her mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out. Finally, she pounded her fist on the counter, spun around, and marched out of the salon.
There was a moment of silence as Blaire stormed to her car. Then all the ladies in the salon started to clap.
Kyle turned around and bowed to his appreciative audience, then he looked at me.
“I sensed that she was wearing the fragrance Eau de Bitch,” he said with a smile. “I hope I didn’t go overboard.”
“You? Go overboard?” I said with a grin. “When would that ever happen?”
I hugged him. “You just made my day,” I replied.
Ida came over and hugged Kyle and then hugged me. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve wanted to wipe that smug, snooty smile off her face for the longest time.”
The phone rang and Ida picked it up. Her eyes widened and then she nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll write you in.”
She hung up the phone and started to laugh. “Well, you’ll never guess who just called to make sure we wrote her name in for September 2nd at one?”
“Well, ladies, by that time, we should have our song totally choreographed,” he said, kicking up his leg. “New York. New York.”
Sneak Peek - Foiled:
I decided to sit down and work on the books. No sooner had I started than my office door creaked open and Maribelle peeked in.
“You just gotta come out and see what the wind blew into the salon,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What?” I started to ask.
She shook her head to stop me and smiled. “Oh, no, you have got to see this to believe this,” she said.
I pushed back my chair and followed her back to the salon. My jaw nearly hit the ground and I had to clap a hand over my mouth to stop the gasp of shock. There, at the front of my salon, was Miss “Bless-Your-Heart” herself, Blaire Arrington. She didn’t see me as I came towards the front desk because she was too busy arguing with Ida.
“I know the owner of this salon,” she stated with determination. “And I’m sure, knowing who I am in this community, she would make sure I got an appointment immediately.”
Maribelle chuckled softly. “An appointment on the first bus out of town,” she whispered to me.
I moved closer to the desk and took a deep breath. “Why hello, Blaire,” I said. “It’s nice of you to drop by. What can I do for you?”
She smiled triumphantly at Ida, which immediately lost her ten points. Which, considering she walked in with a negative ten, she wasn’t doing too well.
“I’d like an appointment to get my hair done, with highlights,” she said. “With Kyle.”
I nodded and walked to stand next to Ida. Smiling, I put my hand on Ida’s shoulder. “Thank you so much, Ida,” I said. “I think I’d better handle this one.”
Ida rolled her eyes. “She’s all yours,” she whispered.
“What did she say?” Blaire demanded.
I turned slowly and met Blaire’s eyes with a complete lack of concern. “You wanted an appointment with Kyle,” I said, flipping open the appointment book. “For a cut, style, and highlights, correct?”
“Yes, that’s right,” she replied, showing a moue of displeasure because I hadn’t answered her question.
I glanced down at the book and then back up at her. “Morning or afternoon better for you?” I asked.
Her smile brightened and she glanced at her watch. “Afternoon,” she said.
I nodded. “I have an opening for Kyle on September 2nd at one o’clock,” I said, picking up a pencil and holding it as if I were ready to jot her name in.
“What!?!” she shouted. “That’s a month away.”
“And then his next appointment is a week later,” I said with a shrug. “He’s a very popular stylist.”
“But…but…I wanted an appointment today,” she said.
“Oh, today. Isn’t that sweet,” I said, enjoying every moment of this interaction. “We just don’t do walk-ins, Blaire. It’s appointment only.”
“Then make an appointment for me,” she demanded. “He can just fit me in.”
I smiled at her, then looked over at Kyle who was just finishing up with a client. “Kyle,” I called. “When you’re finished, could you come over here for a moment?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Kyle called back. “Let me just tell this ravishing woman how much I enjoyed our time together.”
The sexagenarian giggled like a schoolgirl. “Oh, you,” she said, digging into her purse and pulling out a hefty tip. “Now, don’t forget I have that wedding in two weeks and I just have to look better than Bunny.”
Kyle took the tip. “Thank you, darling,” he replied. “Don’t worry, I will fit you in. Just leave your number with Ida when you pay the bill and I’ll call you tomorrow with the time.”
Ida moved to the other side of the counter, rang up the charges, and took the woman’s phone number.
“I just love how he makes me feel,” she whispered to Ida.
“He’s very good at what he does,” Ida agreed with a smile.
“Bye, bye, Kyle,” the woman called as she pushed open the door.
“Bye darling,” Kyle called back as he walked to the desk and then he met my eyes. “So, what’s up, buttercup?”
“I need an appointment,” Blaire interrupted.
Kyle turned, took his time examining her, and then nodded. “Oh, honey, yes, you do,” he agreed.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing and turned my face down to look at the appointment book.
“That’s not what I meant,” Blaire countered with a self-important nod. “I’m a very important person in this town with a lot of influence. If I like you and I tell others, you will have your career made in this town.”
Kyle chuckled and didn’t bother to hide it. “Oh, honey, I’ve made it in New York City. And, as Frankie says, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.”
He stepped away from the counter and spread his arms out. “Start spreading the news,” he sang. “I’m leaving today.”
“I want to be a part of it,” Kasey replied.
“New York. New York,” Maribelle added.
Blaire looked around in astonishment. “What are you all doing?” she screamed. “I need an appointment. I just heard you tell that old lady you could fit her in. So, fit me in!”
Kyle stopped singing, turned and placed his elbows on the counter, and then rested his chin in his hands. “Well, sweetie, that’s because I like her,” he said.
Blaire looked like a fish, gasping for air. Her mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out. Finally, she pounded her fist on the counter, spun around, and marched out of the salon.
There was a moment of silence as Blaire stormed to her car. Then all the ladies in the salon started to clap.
Kyle turned around and bowed to his appreciative audience, then he looked at me.
“I sensed that she was wearing the fragrance Eau de Bitch,” he said with a smile. “I hope I didn’t go overboard.”
“You? Go overboard?” I said with a grin. “When would that ever happen?”
I hugged him. “You just made my day,” I replied.
Ida came over and hugged Kyle and then hugged me. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve wanted to wipe that smug, snooty smile off her face for the longest time.”
The phone rang and Ida picked it up. Her eyes widened and then she nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll write you in.”
She hung up the phone and started to laugh. “Well, you’ll never guess who just called to make sure we wrote her name in for September 2nd at one?”
“Well, ladies, by that time, we should have our song totally choreographed,” he said, kicking up his leg. “New York. New York.”
December 16, 2020
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December 15, 2020
Breakaway - A Mary O'Reilly Lost Files Book
Before I share the sneak peek of Breakaway - there is something that I'll put in the author's notes that you should know before you read it. Breakaway happens at the very end of Book 5 - when Mary is in a coma after being drugged by Gary Copper. (Did you ever wonder where Mary went while she was in that coma? Me too!) I hope you enjoy the sneak peek:
“Hello?” Mary called out, hoping she didn’t miss everyone.
“Hey,” Mike called back from the bottom of the stairs. “How did things go?”
“It was rough,” she admitted, slowly drifting down to her friend. “My parents are beside themselves with worry and Sean is blaming himself.”
“Why is everyone so uptight about what happened to you?” Victoria asked impatiently.
Mary looked past Mike to see the ghost of a young woman dressed in an expensive negligee and robe standing next to Mike. She turned back to Mike and grinned. “Am I interrupting something here?” she teased.
“Ewww,” Victoria responded, then she turned to Mike. “I mean, you’re totally hot and everything, but I’m not into keggers and bowling leagues. Which seems like would totally be your scene. No offense.”
“Oh, none taken,” Mike replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He turned to Mary and his look warned her not to tease him. “You are obviously not interrupting anything.”
Mary coughed to hide her laughter and then nodded diplomatically. “Well, then, great,” she said with enthusiasm and then turned to Victoria. “Hi, I’m Mary O’Reilly.”
“I’m Victoria Halsey. The Victoria Halsey,” Victoria replied.
“Oh, the Victoria Halsey,” Mary replied, acting impressed. “Wow.”
Mike stepped up next to Mary. “Do you know who she is?” he whispered.
“No idea,” Mary whispered back, a gleam in her eyes. Then she raised her voice to a normal level. “So, where’s Ian?”
“The hot guy with the Scottish accent?” Victoria asked. “He just left. We couldn’t go because we had to wait for you.”
“Oh,” Mary replied. “Well, I’m here. So, we can go.” Then she turned to Mike. “Where are we going?”
“Your choice,” he said. “Victoria is your newest client.”
“Oh, so she’s the job Faye mentioned?” Mary asked.
“I am not a job,” Victoria protested. “I am Victoria Halsey, and someone made a mistake.”
“Okay. Well, I guess we should go back to my house and figure out this mistake,” Mary decided.
“Great. Ian’s going to meet us there,” Mike said.
“Yeah, after he goes to the hospital,” Victoria added.
Mike glared at Victoria, not wanting to remind Mary of her body’s current state.
“Why is he going to the hospital?” Mary asked.
“To check on you, to see how you’re doing,” Mike replied.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot I’m in a coma,” Mary replied. “This is so weird.”
“And Ian wanted to apologize to some guy named Bradley for totally screwing up,” Victoria inserted.
“Will you just please be quiet?” Mike growled, glancing over his shoulder at Victoria.
“Why does Ian feel like he needs to apologize?” Mary asked. “Is Bradley blaming him for my kidnapping?”
Mike sighed and shook his head. “You know Bradley would never do that,” Mike replied. “Ian is feeling guilty because he was responsible for watching over you.”
Mary closed her eyes in frustration, then looked at Mike. “First Sean. Now Ian. Probably Bradley,” she met Mike’s eyes and sighed. “You too?”
He shrugged. “Well, if I had…”
She shook her head and shouted, “No! No, you are not at fault!”
She floated across the room, shaking her hands in frustration. Finally, she turned back to Mike. “When will the men in my life realize that no one is responsible for watching over me?” she asked sadly. “I am a grown woman. I am a former police officer. I am not some hot-house flower that can’t handle my own life and my own safety.”
Victoria sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. “And you did such a good job of it. You were kidnapped and are now in a coma. Yeah, great handling of your life.”
Mary turned her head quickly and stared at Victoria. “You were murdered, right?” she asked.
Taken aback for a moment, Victoria nodded slowly. “Yes, why?”
“No reason,” Mary shot back. “It just not a big surprise, that’s all.”Breakaway - A Mary O'Reilly Lost Files Book
“Hello?” Mary called out, hoping she didn’t miss everyone.
“Hey,” Mike called back from the bottom of the stairs. “How did things go?”
“It was rough,” she admitted, slowly drifting down to her friend. “My parents are beside themselves with worry and Sean is blaming himself.”
“Why is everyone so uptight about what happened to you?” Victoria asked impatiently.
Mary looked past Mike to see the ghost of a young woman dressed in an expensive negligee and robe standing next to Mike. She turned back to Mike and grinned. “Am I interrupting something here?” she teased.
“Ewww,” Victoria responded, then she turned to Mike. “I mean, you’re totally hot and everything, but I’m not into keggers and bowling leagues. Which seems like would totally be your scene. No offense.”
“Oh, none taken,” Mike replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He turned to Mary and his look warned her not to tease him. “You are obviously not interrupting anything.”
Mary coughed to hide her laughter and then nodded diplomatically. “Well, then, great,” she said with enthusiasm and then turned to Victoria. “Hi, I’m Mary O’Reilly.”
“I’m Victoria Halsey. The Victoria Halsey,” Victoria replied.
“Oh, the Victoria Halsey,” Mary replied, acting impressed. “Wow.”
Mike stepped up next to Mary. “Do you know who she is?” he whispered.
“No idea,” Mary whispered back, a gleam in her eyes. Then she raised her voice to a normal level. “So, where’s Ian?”
“The hot guy with the Scottish accent?” Victoria asked. “He just left. We couldn’t go because we had to wait for you.”
“Oh,” Mary replied. “Well, I’m here. So, we can go.” Then she turned to Mike. “Where are we going?”
“Your choice,” he said. “Victoria is your newest client.”
“Oh, so she’s the job Faye mentioned?” Mary asked.
“I am not a job,” Victoria protested. “I am Victoria Halsey, and someone made a mistake.”
“Okay. Well, I guess we should go back to my house and figure out this mistake,” Mary decided.
“Great. Ian’s going to meet us there,” Mike said.
“Yeah, after he goes to the hospital,” Victoria added.
Mike glared at Victoria, not wanting to remind Mary of her body’s current state.
“Why is he going to the hospital?” Mary asked.
“To check on you, to see how you’re doing,” Mike replied.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot I’m in a coma,” Mary replied. “This is so weird.”
“And Ian wanted to apologize to some guy named Bradley for totally screwing up,” Victoria inserted.
“Will you just please be quiet?” Mike growled, glancing over his shoulder at Victoria.
“Why does Ian feel like he needs to apologize?” Mary asked. “Is Bradley blaming him for my kidnapping?”
Mike sighed and shook his head. “You know Bradley would never do that,” Mike replied. “Ian is feeling guilty because he was responsible for watching over you.”
Mary closed her eyes in frustration, then looked at Mike. “First Sean. Now Ian. Probably Bradley,” she met Mike’s eyes and sighed. “You too?”
He shrugged. “Well, if I had…”
She shook her head and shouted, “No! No, you are not at fault!”
She floated across the room, shaking her hands in frustration. Finally, she turned back to Mike. “When will the men in my life realize that no one is responsible for watching over me?” she asked sadly. “I am a grown woman. I am a former police officer. I am not some hot-house flower that can’t handle my own life and my own safety.”
Victoria sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. “And you did such a good job of it. You were kidnapped and are now in a coma. Yeah, great handling of your life.”
Mary turned her head quickly and stared at Victoria. “You were murdered, right?” she asked.
Taken aback for a moment, Victoria nodded slowly. “Yes, why?”
“No reason,” Mary shot back. “It just not a big surprise, that’s all.”Breakaway - A Mary O'Reilly Lost Files Book
September 9, 2020
Ready to be SCARED?!?!?
Tales Around the Jack O'Lantern VII: A Mary O'Reilly Series Short Story
The Halloween tradition continued - a whole new selection of ghost stories from the O'Reilly family.
It's Halloween night and the O'Reilly's are gathered together for yet another night of ghostly tales and paranormal happenings. Between haunted homes and active morgues, to mischievous or affectionate ghosts, to the real reason why some of the O’Reillys don’t like to go down to the basement – this collection of stories will keep you entertained while shivers run up and down your spine. The perfect treat to get you in the mood for Halloween.
Enjoy!!!!
Terri
The Halloween tradition continued - a whole new selection of ghost stories from the O'Reilly family.
It's Halloween night and the O'Reilly's are gathered together for yet another night of ghostly tales and paranormal happenings. Between haunted homes and active morgues, to mischievous or affectionate ghosts, to the real reason why some of the O’Reillys don’t like to go down to the basement – this collection of stories will keep you entertained while shivers run up and down your spine. The perfect treat to get you in the mood for Halloween.
Enjoy!!!!
Terri
