Friday, April 29, 2016

Reviewer: What am I reviewing right now – Brian Kavanagh





A Belinda Lawrence Mystery: Murder on the Island


Blurb:

Belinda and Hazel find themselves on the island of Guernsey where they are invited by Sir Mark’s mother, Melba, Lady Sallinger. Other house guests include her parents, a handsome interior designer, a slovenly bookseller, a Jesuit priest, and Catherine, a mysterious woman writer. Soon after, the residents of the old Tudor mansion are thrown into confusion with the discovery of human remains buried in the garden.

The priest tells of the Guernsey Martyrs, burned alive in 1556 for theft, and he believes a silver cup from that theft, is hidden in the house. One murder and a second mysterious death lead to revelations of past crimes that resonate to the present day and result in an exciting resolution tinged by the islands history of Nazi occupation.


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Thursday, April 28, 2016

Reader: What I’m reading right now: Kerry Greenwood’s











Book 1: Cocaine Blues


The first classic Phryne Fisher mystery, featuring our delectable heroine, cocaine, communism and adventure. Phryne leaves the tedium of English high society for Melbourne, Australia, and never looks back.






Book 2: Flying Too High

In this, the second Phryne Fisher mystery, the 1920s' most glamorous detective flies even higher, handling a murder, a kidnapping and the usual array of beautiful young men with style and consummate ease - and all before it's time to adjourn to the Queenscliff Hotel for breakfast.



Book 3: Murder on the Ballarat Train


In Phryne's third adventure, Phryne is off to Ballarat for a week of fabulousness, but the sedate journey by train turns out to be far from the restful trip she was planning...






Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Editor: My Muse Author Troy H. Gardner – The Locked Door












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Description

MuseItUp Theme series: The Locked Door Series

Genre:  Dark Fiction/Horror

Tags:  Modern, horror, real estate

Words:  5202

Pages:  46

ISBN  978-1-77127-281-0

Price  $2.50



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Real estate agent Nina Taylor just wants a day off, but her boss has other ideas. Nina is called in to show a foreclosure to prospective buyers when her co-worker disappears. Everything goes well for Nina, until she discovers a locked door in the basement. Nina will stop at nothing to open the door and learn the house’s dark secrets.



Excerpt

Nina showed the happy couple around and learned they were planning on having a baby, so they needed a bigger place. She catered her explanations around starting a family and how close Dunham Court was to a private school. Nina brought them upstairs to see there was ample space for a nursery.

“We have to be honest,” Mr. Lewton said, which was a phrase Nina never cared to hear. “This house is great, but a lot cheaper than comparable homes. What’s the deal with it?”

“It’s a foreclosure,” Nina said. “The bank has to pay taxes, so it’s in their best interest to sell it for a little under market value so they don’t hold on to it for too long.”

“I was afraid you’d say it was a crack house or something,” Mrs. Lewton said with a nervous laugh. “I was actually looking for bullet holes.”

“So this belonged to some Wall Street broker?” Mr. Lewton asked.

“Actually, I’m not entirely certain. Leslie didn’t have time to fill me in, so I’m not sure exactly what the story was.”

“Legally you have—”

“I completely understand, Mrs. Lewton, and I assure you that I’m going to look into the house’s past and get a full run-down of anything you may need to know. I know it’s a little unorthodox. I’m sure Leslie was prepared for all of your questions, so you’ll have to excuse me.”

“That’s all right,” Mr. Lewton said. “As long as you get back to us fairly soon. We’d like to know if this was the sort of place with a porn dungeon or cock fights. That’s all.”

A door slammed from somewhere downstairs.

“Do you have another showing?” Mrs. Lewton asked, clearly disliking the idea.

“No. That was probably just the neighbors.”

“Sounded awfully close,” Mr. Lewton said.

“You’re not used to living so close to other people?” Nina asked.

“We’re moving out of an apartment building with several other tenants,” Mrs. Lewton replied tersely.

“Oh.” So what if they don’t like me, at least they like the house. “There’s still the basement to see. Shall we?”

Nina led the couple down two flights of stairs, and ushered them into the big, empty basement.

“At least we’d know what to do with your grandmother’s boxes,” Mrs. Lewton said, jabbing her husband lightly in the side.

“I like to think of a space like this as a blank canvas,” Nina said. “Full of possibilities. You could put a pool table in here or a fridge and a sofa. Anything, really.”

“It could certainly use a good scrubbing,” Mrs. Lewton said. Nina arched a brow. “But it is spacious.”

Mr. Lewton checked out the water heater while his wife, arms folded for warmth, slowly walked the perimeter of the room, getting a feel for it.

“What’s in here?” Mrs. Lewton asked as she reached the single door in the room.

“Oh, that?” Nina played it cool, moving over to the door as Mrs. Lewton reached for the doorknob. She could just picture it now, opening in on a cockfighting ring or a tiny meth lab. “Let me just—”

Mrs. Lewton grabbed the doorknob and turned.

“This one’s locked.”