Sunday, May 31, 2015

"The Deep End" by Julie Mulhern

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
The Deep End
(The Country Club Murders Book 1)
by Julie Mulhern


The Deep End is the first book in Julie Mulhern's Country Club Murders series set in the 1970s. Coming October 2015: Guaranteed to Bleed.


The Deep End is currently on tour with Enchanted Book Promotions. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Swimming into the lifeless body of her husband’s mistress tends to ruin a woman’s day, but becoming a murder suspect can ruin her whole life.
It’s 1974 and Ellison Russell’s life revolves around her daughter and her art. She’s long since stopped caring about her cheating husband, Henry, and the women with whom he entertains himself. That is, until she becomes a suspect in Madeline Harper’s death. The murder forces Ellison to confront her husband’s proclivities and his crimes - kinky sex, petty cruelties and blackmail.
As the body count approaches par on the seventh hole, Ellison knows she has to catch a killer. But with an interfering mother, an adoring father, a teenage daughter, and a cadre of well-meaning friends demanding her attention, can Ellison find the killer before he finds her?

Excerpt
“You want to know my name?”
“Seems only fair. You know mine.”
“Everyone calls me Jones.”
I put the can back on the table. The aluminum made a hollow sound. “What do your parents call you?”
He mumbled.
“Pardon me?”
He mumbled again.
“Did you say Anthony?”
“No.” He glanced over his shoulder at the mirror then leaned forward and whispered, “Anarchy.”
I had to have misheard him. “That’s not a name.”
“It is in San Francisco.”
No wonder he went by Jones. Detective Follow-the-Rules was named Anarchy? “How?”
“My father wears his politics on his sleeve.”
Professor Jones advocated for the abolition of law. Detective Jones enforced them.
And I thought I had problems with Mother.
My fingers, quite of their own volition reached across the table. I stopped their progress before they touched Detective Jones’ hand.
We both stared at them, my hand hovering an inch above his. It was as if some magnetic force was drawing me to touch him, to connect. My gaze traveled to his face, tanned, lean, a frame for the nicest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Those eyes looked into mine.
We sat, opposite sides of the table, our hands almost touching, our questions forgotten.
Then I remembered who we were. Detective Jones didn’t need empathy from a murder suspect any more than I needed sympathy from the man who might arrest me.

Praise for the Book
"Part mystery, part women’s fiction, part poetry, Mulhern’s debut, The Deep End, will draw you in with the first sentence and entrance you until the last. An engaging whodunit that kept me guessing until the end!" ~ Tracy Weber, Author of the Downward Dog Mysteries
"What truly stands out is the development of Ellison as a very realistic and very likable character ... Not to be overlooked is the humor and wit that entertains throughout the novel as readers enjoy following an intelligent heroine completely coming into her own as a compelling, funny, and very intelligent woman." ~ Kings River Life Magazine
"A well-written traditional mystery ... Plotting is tight and suspense-filled with plenty of twists and turns. Ellison was a likable character and I'm looking forward to reading more about her." ~ Loralee Peterson, NetGalley Reviewer
"What a fun read! Murder in the days before cell phones, the internet, DNA and AFIS." ~ Books for Avid Readers
"Intriguing plots, fascinating characters. From the first page to the last, Julie’s mysteries grab the reader and don’t let up. When all is resolved and I read the last page, I wanted to read more." ~ Sally Berneathy, USA Today Bestselling Author
"Ms. Mulhern weaves a tidy tale of murder, blackmail, and life behind the scenes in the Country Club set of the 70s ... an excellent mystery, highly recommended, and I eagerly await the next in the series." ~ Any Good Book

About the Author
Julie Mulhern is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean -a nd she's got an active imagination. Truth is - she's an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog, and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions. She is a 2014 Golden Heart® Finalist. The Deep End is her first mystery and is the winner of The Sheila Award.



Giveaway
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Saturday, May 30, 2015

"Crossing Danger" by Colleen Helme

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Crossing Danger
(Shelby Nichols Adventure Series Book 7)
by Colleen Helme




Crossing Danger is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
Shelby Nichols isn’t your average soccer-mom turned private investigator. She’s more on the quirky side with a little wild thrown in. That’s because a near-fatal gunshot wound to the head left her with the ability to read minds. This lands her in all kinds of trouble, and this time is no exception.
Helping a reporter, Billie Jo, get the low-down on a case is just the tip of the iceberg. When her best friend’s niece goes missing, Shelby is pulled into a conspiracy that involves the police and the leader of a violent drug ring. Add to that a stranger in town with ties to the mob-boss she works for, along with a known assassin out to kill him, and Shelby is crossing danger at every turn.
Will she find the answers in time? Or will this be her last adventure?

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Excerpt
Chapter One
I stood inside the small women’s locker room dressed in white drawstring pants that ended several inches above my ankles, and a robe-like top that crisscrossed to close in front. Luckily, I wore a black tank top underneath, since there wasn’t anything besides a white belt to hold it together.
I tied the belt in a knot and let out a breath, hoping I’d done it right. The white training uniform was a bit stiff, and worse, felt like a poufy marshmallow around me. I let out a disgusted huff, knowing that I looked like the womanly version of the Pillsbury dough-boy.
Billie Jo waited just outside the door, but it was hard to step out there dressed like this. Did I really need to do this? Especially since I’d know what everyone was thinking about me? Reading minds often came in handy, but not in situations like this.
Of course, the fact that a serial killer had recently taken me hostage and nearly killed me certainly helped. It was time to learn some self-defense, so nothing like that could ever happen to me again.
So what if I looked silly, and that with my ‘superpower’ of reading minds I’d know what everyone thought of me. I could take it. Besides, I had to start somewhere, right?
I took a calming breath and opened the door.
Billie smiled encouragingly before glancing down at the way I’d tied my belt. Her brows drew sharply together, and she was thinking it looked like a disaster. No way did she want me out on the mat looking like that. “Here…let me help you with that. Tie it this way…” She demonstrated how to do it, then pulled it tight. “Okay. Now you’re good to go.”
“Um…thanks,” I said.
She didn’t miss the embarrassed flush creeping up my neck and was thinking I should just suck it up and be grateful she was there to keep me from looking like a dork. With an indulgent smile that contradicted her thoughts, she turned and led the way to the mat.
Swallowing my pride, I followed behind, noting that her black skirt-like pants with the waist-high belt looked ten times better than my outfit. Compared to her, I looked like I was still in my underwear and had forgotten to put my pants on.
A vision of getting out there and everyone laughing at me crossed my mind but, given how Billie made sure my belt was right, I didn’t think she’d let me embarrass her like that. Still, once we got to the mat, I let out a relieved breath to find I wasn’t the only one wearing white training pants.
Billie did a quick bow before stepping onto the mat, so I bowed as well. I followed her to stand in a line before the teacher, or Sensei, as everyone called him. He wore the same black pants as Billie but, on him, they seemed more dignified and masterful. He was also a big, tall and brawny kind of guy. With his long, gray-black hair pulled back into a ponytail, he intimidated the crap out of me.
He caught my gaze and nodded a cool greeting while I tried to hide my jittering nerves. After he introduced me to the rest of the class, we began with a few stretches and warm-ups. Then he taught us that the most important part of Aikido was learning how to fall safely and then roll around to get back up.
Besides Billie, there was only one other woman in the class. Her name was Melissa, and she was a second-degree black belt like Billie. With the two of them paying special attention to me, I began to relax and actually started to enjoy myself. Even the rolling-around part didn’t seem so bad. They showed me some basic techniques, and my confidence grew.
Near the end of class, Sensei asked if I had any questions, so I blurted out the one thing I’d been thinking about all night. “Yeah. I was just wondering…if someone was to get me in a choke hold with his elbow around my neck and started dragging me backwards, would I be able to get away?”
His gaze caught mine, and his eyes narrowed. He was thinking that, from the fear in my eyes and the tone of my voice, it probably wasn’t a rhetorical question. No. I had the look of someone who’d been there, and a spike of anger rushed over him. He’d seen it more times than he liked, and it always made him furious.
“Yes you can. I’ll show you how.” He turned his gaze to Melissa and asked her to help him demonstrate the technique. Since she was about my size, and he was huge, I was interested to see how she could possibly take him on and come out on top.
He stood behind her and clamped his elbow around her neck beneath her chin. “The first thing you do is tuck your chin down so they can’t choke you.” She did this, and Sensei proceeded to explain how she needed to pull down on his elbow and step back, then grab his wrist and forcefully push outward with his elbow still bent. “At this point, you will break his arm.”
Whoa! That sounded pretty awesome, and I couldn’t help smiling with wicked delight. He demonstrated the technique a few more times, adding different variations to the attack, and then asked me to practice with him. Him! The biggest guy in the class!
I nervously licked my lips and, as he put his arm around my neck, that feeling of helplessness washed over me. But he patiently talked me through the moves and, after breaking his hold a few times, confidence replaced my fear. I even forced him to the mat once. Who would have thought? By the end of class, I was pumped. This was the right place for me, and I could hardly wait to come back and learn more.
As I changed my clothes, I envisioned how fun it would be to take Ramos down. Since I had an appointment with Uncle Joey the next day, I could even try it then. With that happy thought, the fact that I had to see Uncle Joey didn’t seem so bad.
He was the crime boss who knew my secret that I could read minds, and Ramos was his hit man and bodyguard. We’d shared a few life-and-death situations together over the last several months, and now we had a complicated relationship…complicated because, as much as I didn’t like the whole mob-boss thing, I still liked Uncle Joey.
Ramos also held a special place in my heart, especially after what happened a few weeks ago. My breath hitched just thinking about how he’d saved me from being burned alive. In fact, he’d risked his own life to save mine, nearly dying in the process. How could I ever turn my back on either of them?
In my head, I knew it was wrong to work for a mob-boss and his hit man but, so far, that didn’t stop me from going to his office every time he called. At this point, helping him out was like second nature to me, and I didn’t even question it. Only…now it looked like I was part of his organization, and if he went down, I’d probably go down with him.
It kind of made my chest hurt, but thoughts of jail time for being in his employment still didn’t stop me. Nope. Not even a little. Somehow, Uncle Joey had gained my loyalty and trust. It was somewhat disconcerting to realize, that no matter how wrong it was, I still couldn’t bring myself to stop helping him. Whoa, was I ever in too deep, or what?
The door opened a crack, and Billie peeked in. “Hey Shelby, are you dressed?”
“Um…yeah,” I said, grateful for the interruption. “Just putting on my shoes. Why?”
“I just got done with the weirdest phone call from Addie Matern. Remember her? She’s the Attorney General’s secretary?”
“Of course,” I said.
“I’ve been trying to reach her for the last several days, and she just texted me that she was leaving town. For good. I called and convinced her to meet with me before she left. I don’t know what in the blazes has gotten into her, but with your premonitions, you might be able to figure it out. Is there any way you can come?”
“Um…well…”
“Please? If she takes off now, we might never have what we need to take down Grayson Sharp.”
“Okay…sure.”
Billie was a reporter for the newspaper, and I’d helped her with a few of her stories. She in turn had helped me out a few times. She didn’t know the truth that I could read minds, instead believing that I had ‘premonitions’ and that’s how I figured things out. It was the same thing I’d told Detective Harris, or ‘Dimples’ as I liked to call him.
It hit me how complicated my life had become. Not only did I help Uncle Joey whenever he needed me, but I had started my own consulting agency, and it sometimes involved helping the police and now Billie. My plate was pretty full. Still, I couldn’t turn her down. “Where’s the meeting?”
“Same place as before…Gracie’s Tavern. I’ll drive us out and then bring you back here for your car when we’re done.”
“That should work.” I finished tying my shoes and then sent a quick text to my husband, Chris, telling him I’d be a little late.
During the drive, Billie told me what was going on with the investigation into Grayson Sharp, the Attorney General, and his not-so-law-abiding ways. “That weasel won’t resign,” she complained. “And it looks like the legislature and the county attorney’s office are dragging their feet about investigating him…even though they said they would.”
Billie also worried that she might have to shoulder some of the blame since she hadn’t turned her evidence, in the form of a thumb-drive, over to the proper authorities. “That thumb-drive Addie gave me won’t be enough without her testimony to back it up, so she can’t leave town. You have to talk some sense into her.”
“So…you didn’t turn the thumb-drive over as evidence?”
“Uh…no. I probably should have, but I was worried that someone might lose it…you know…on purpose?”
“How much of it did you print in your article?”
Her lips turned down with disapproval, and she glanced at me. “Well…maybe if you’d read it, you’d know.”
“Hey…I had a lot going on right then. At least I helped you.”
“Okay, okay…sorry.” She knew I was right and that she needed to calm down. “I mentioned a few of the cases that made it to the attorney general’s office, which he had dismissed for no good reason, and stated that all of the accused businesses had made sizeable donations to his campaign. It was enough to get the ball rolling without disclosing the details on the thumb-drive. I figured I’d save those for insurance, in case they dropped the investigation. But without Addie, I don’t know if any of that will matter.”
“Yeah…I can see how that could be a problem.”
We pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside the tavern. Addie was already there, and relief poured over her to see us. With her wide eyes and pale face, she looked ready to bolt and, from her thoughts, I gathered that if we hadn’t come in just then, she would have.
Billie smiled to put her at ease, but the tension radiating from her was hard to miss. “Hey Addie, thanks for stopping. What’s going on? Why are you leaving?”
She glanced between the two of us and nervously licked her lips. “I can’t be a part of this. I thought I could help, but it’s too involved.” She was thinking about the threatening notes and the phone call from a man who told her to leave town or she’d be dead before the day was out.
“Besides, my mom needs me back home right now. My dad’s got some health issues, and she really needs my help around the house.”
That wasn’t true, but the caller had also threatened to hurt her family if she didn’t do the ‘right thing,’ so it only made sense to use that as the reason for her abrupt departure. “I’m sorry I have to go home, but you’ve got the thumb-drive. You really don’t need me.”
“But we do,” Billie protested. “The thumb-drive won’t go far without your testimony. Besides, you don’t need to worry. No one knows you gave me that thumb-drive, so you’re perfectly safe.”
“Safe?” she blurted. Then realizing her outburst might give her away, she continued. “I mean…yeah…so if it goes to trial, I’ll come back and testify. I promise.” She checked the time and stood. “Well…I’ve got to go. At this rate, I’m going to be up half the night driving, and my mom’s expecting me as soon as I can get there. See you.”
She grabbed her jacket and hurried out of there like someone had lit a short fuse in the seat of her pants. As the door shut behind her, Billie turned to me. “Looks like someone got to her, and she’s running scared.”
“Yeah…I think you’re right. And whoever it is, they know about the thumb-drive. What did you do with it anyway?”
“It’s…” Billie glanced at me. “It’s in a safe place.” But she was thinking that locking it in her desk drawer at work might not have been such a good idea. In fact, she hadn’t checked on it in a while, and a shiver of alarm passed over her. “Do you mind if we stop by my office on the way back to the dojo? I just want to make sure it’s still there.”

Praise for the Book
"I loved this book and can see that Shelby will be going places as mysterious Blake is in the picture and might involve Shelby in intelligence. Exciting!" ~ Bookgyrl "J."
"I really love this woman and all the other characters that spice up the investigation. I love how Colleen had written a book that has all the elements of a gripping suspense mystery: evolving plot, evocative setting, and engaging characters." ~ Claire "Coffeeholic Bookworm"
"Great!!! LOVE it If you are looking at this book you have probably read the earlier books; it is not essential, but the relationships develop through the series so there is an advantage to reading all of them. I would strongly suggest that you read Carrots at least before reading any of the others. Colleen Helme has created characters that move into your heart so the people matter as much as the plot. But the plots are great and are an important part of the story." ~ Jeanie Jackson
"Wow! Colleen has done it again! I absolutely loved Crossing Danger! I had no idea how this book would end and couldn't put it down. I stayed up late two nights in a row so I could finish it. Shelby is so awesome! These books just keep getting better and better! This series is definitely one of my all time favorites!" ~ Erin C. Pascoe
"The way this has been written you get the feeling that you could be living next door to this woman. The mind-reading-thing is written to show how it affects her life as it happens almost day by day so that it seems pretty natural to believe it. Even her working for a mob boss and the local police become believable as it develops over time. I recommend HIGHLY that you read the series from the beginning because the author does not waste a lot of time giving backstory." ~ J. Kucinski

About the Author
As the author of the Shelby Nichols Adventure Series, Colleen is often asked if Shelby Nichols is her alter-ego. "Definitely," she says. "Shelby is the epitome of everything I wish I dared to be." Known for her laugh since she was a kid, Colleen has always tried to find the humor in every situation and continues to enjoy writing about Shelby's adventures. "I love getting Shelby into trouble ... I just don't always know how to get her out of it!"
Colleen lives in the Rocky Mountains with her family. Besides writing, she loves a good book, biking, hiking, and playing board and card games with family and friends. She loves to connect with readers and admits that fans of the series keep her writing.

Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card.

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