Sep 162016
 
The winter snow has now faded into cold rain. Violet and Carly are busy decorating the store with organic chocolates in those adorable heart shaped boxes. Valentine’s Day is just a few days away and love is in the air. Carly thinks it might be time to help Violet find a date for Valentine’s Day, even though Violet seems to be more interested in replacing the dated flooring in the store. Will Valentine’s Day be murder?

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Sep 162016
 
Can grief turn a good person into a cold-blooded killer?

All Deena Sharpe wants to do is learn how to write a good mystery. Instead, she finds herself embroiled in one. A famous author has agreed to teach a writing class in the small Texas town of Maycroft. On the second day of class, his wife is killed in a car crash and the police suspect foul play. Is it some kind of hoax to teach his students about plotting a murder? Not likely. Before long, the list of suspects piles higher than Big Tex at the State Fair.

Deena is once again sucked into the investigation when her brother’s friend is accused of the crime. With Russell by her side, she must clear their friend’s name and stay out of trouble with Maycroft’s newest police detective. Not only that, but it’s Gary’s sixtieth birthday, and Deena’s mother-in-law is coming to town. What’s a Southern gal to do?

Fans of Agatha Christie and clean, cozy mysteries are sure to love the wit and twists of Sharpe Turn.

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Sep 162016
 
Sinister goings-on at a vacant 1800’s era opera house in Morelville have the residents of the village all tied up in knots and Faye Crane trying to solve multiple crimes and playing savior to history.

A Morelville Cozies Serial Mystery: Episode 5 – Pants On Fire

Something’s burning! Is it arson or just an unfortunate coincidence?

This serial mystery is great together with Book 1 of The Morelville Cozy series, The Passed Prop, to get all of the Crane and Rossi families back story but it can also be read as a stand-alone mystery. To start at the beginning of this serial, please read Episodes 1-4, available for purchase on Amazon or borrow them free via Kindle Unlimited.

Please use the ‘Look Inside’ feature to view the serial episode contents and remember you can download a sample of this episode to your Kindle for free.

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Sep 162016
 

What Others are Saying About Jayne Belmont – Private Eye

?I’m reviewing before I’m even done with this book! I love mysteries and to be honest, I haven’t read any good ones lately…until NOW!! This book is a page-turner. It pulls the reader in and holds on! I cannot wait for more from this writer! Wish I could give her ten stars myself!”

?If you are a mystery reader, THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU. This is a good book full of suspense. Characters have their unique identity which makes things interesting. Love the storyline that has been written very well. I was biting my nails 🙂 . Hope to see more books from this author.”

?The author had me roped in from the beginning. I was really curious to know how it was going to all play out. The ending was not what I had expected, which is what I expect when picking up a book mystery book! This is my first read for a Jayne Belmont series and I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

?The plot built up quickly and with no fuss to a dangerous climax, as Jayne, the detective, goes undercover into a secretive cult to probe the disappearance of a young girl. The characters come to life quickly, and you can see, smell and feel the environment of the book..laced with sandalwood..and blood. Highly recommended!”

These are just some of the reviews that have been posted on these Jayne Belmont individual crime mystery books. Now you can enjoy all four books together, one after the other. I combined these because, although they are all separate stories, they are best read in sequence.

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Sep 162016
 
Surf’s up, but this surfer dude is very dead…and Holly’s the prime suspect.

Autistic twenty something, ex-engineer and recent heiress Holly Lawson’s life has just settled down in sunny Destin, Florida after solving her Aunt Bess’s murder. Life is good, until a dead surfer washes up on the beach–one that very few people liked and that she was the last to see alive.

Can Holly help John Sands solve the murder of the dead surfer guy before the killer sets sights on her, and how will she handle her growing attraction to John? Does he even like her, or is she going to take a hard fall?

Excerpt:

“You really need to get off of my property, Bobby Joe—like now.” Holly Lawson yelled from the back porch of the beach house. She had recently named it Windswept after the lovely fall breeze that kicked up on mornings like this one.

“Sorry, Holly. Yeesh. Chill out. Can’t a friend crash for a night?” Bobby Joe Jones jerked his surfboard up from where he’d put it in the sand.

“Eh…I don’t know if we’re friends yet, Bobby Joe. Saying hi when you cut across the property isn’t really a basis for a strong, deep relationship.” Holly picked up Cujo who was mewling to be held.

“Aw, now. Come on.” Bobby Joe shook sand off of the towel he had slept on.

Holly felt some pity, but not much. He drank most of his money away when he was perfectly able to work. Bobby Joe loved to laze in the waves all day; surfing wasn’t something that could really be done here in Destin, but he definitely didn’t like to work.
“I wouldn’t mind, but you can’t sleep here, you know? It’s against the law, and it’s not safe. Plus, I’m not keen on someone milling around out here in the dark. You might scare me to death and get yourself shot. I don’t have a gun yet, but I’m thinking about buying one for my personal safety.” Holly smiled and sat down on the table and looked out over the sparkling, emerald hued waves of the Gulf. She knew that would get to Bobby Joe.

“I know, dude. I’m not gonna be doing this all the time, I swear. It was just one night.” He shook his head. “I’m out. See you later.”

“Hopefully not too soon,” Holly muttered as she sipped at the hot tea she had made. A mean wind was blowing in, and bruised clouds raced overhead. She had a funny feeling in her stomach, and that was never a good sign for how the day was going to turn out.

Of course, she might just have that feeling because she had asked John Sands to come over for a cup of coffee. She was brewing his cup now, and he was due here any minute. They had some things to rehash, and she needed to cut him a big check for the work he’d done on her aunt’s case. Holly had told him just to come on in through the front door and out to the back porch when he arrived.
Cujo purred in her arms.
“Yeah, yeah. This is the life, isn’t it?”

“Good morning, Holly.” John smiled, and her heart took a long, slow dive.

That wasn’t something it usually did, but he looked especially nice in a pair of light green shorts, a v-neck t-shirt, and sandals. He was the emodiment of a surfer dude himself, but he was actually anything but.
Holly knew that now. He was so much more, and it scared her how much she liked that about him.
“Good morning yourself.”

“I see Bobby Joe’s leaving. At least, I have a hunch he was here. That guy bothering you?” John’s brow knit as he watched the lone figure struggling down the beach.

“No, he’s harmless, but he was sleeping out here last night—right below the steps.”

John tapped his fingers on the table. “Not a good idea. That’s not safe for anyone.”

“I told him that.” Holly shook her head. “He doesn’t listen, you know?”

“I know. He only listens to the booze, sadly. He wasn’t always like that, but when his father died, he went down hill.” John paused and frowned. “Well, when I see him next, I’ll mention it, too. Now, where’s that coffee you promised?”

“Coming right up, detective.” Holly turned to g

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Sep 162016
 
After finding out her job at the Brimstone Press is at risk when an unkind journalist from her past gets hired, clever young witch and accidental cat lady River Halloway doesn’t think her day could get any worse. That is until someone new to town is killed during the Halloween celebration that her house hosts every year and one of the most well-loved people in town is accused of murder. Now, not only does River have to discover the identity of the true killer to save her friend from a lifetime in jail, but she must do so before her new colleague does, or else risk losing her job for good.

This is book 2 of the Brimstone Bay Mysteries series.

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Sep 162016
 

When Tess Savage is approached by an old colleague from her time with the police, she is determined nothing can make her go back.

That is until she hears that a four-year-old boy has been abducted and the police have no leads.

Tess finds herself working as a consultant alongside the police – some of her old colleagues and some new faces.

Although the boy’s parents are rich, Tess soon suspects this is about much more than money, especially when she suspects the boy’s father is lying to her.

Will Tess be able to crack the case before it’s too late and save the boy?

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Sep 162016
 
The sleepy oasis of Siwa in the Egyptian desert hides an assassin. The faculty of the American University of Egypt take a respite from the tumultuous events of Cairo by going on a week long trip to the desert, but they bring their squabbles and hatreds with them, resulting in the death of one of their own. Barbie Falcon, along with her ‘Watson’ Penelope and friends, Mitch and Rachel, are caught in webs of suspicion, outdated grudges, obfuscation, misplaced frivolities and nefarious kidnap. As Barbie and friends explore the ancient monuments, visited by Alexander the Great, lived in by Romans and ancient Egyptians, and visited over the years by pharaohs, kings and armies, they attempt to solve the mystery of the death of the Head of the History Department. Did he drown, or was he poisoned? And which of his past misdeeds inspired his killer? Barbie also reconnects with her lost love, only to lose him to… This is the third in the series of Teacher Abroad Mysteries.

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Sep 162016
 
This is a 8,000 words (around 45 kindle pages) CLEAN story with an HEA. Whole Serial is part of a bigger plot. Check for other books in this serial.

****** This is a way to say THANK YOU to our readers. When you purchase this book, you will also get 4 cozy mystery stories ABSOLUTELY FREE. It is approximately 500 Kindle pages of BONUS material******

Today only, you can get this collection for just $0.99 (THAT’S 80% off regular price!)

Tara hasn’t told Michael how exactly she’s keeping tabs on the Cyborg Strangler, and he doesn’t want to know. In the meantime, they’ve gotten a new case: an apparent high school suicide, only the principal is convinced that the high-achieving student wouldn’t have killed himself. When it is uncovered that the kids were playing a high stakes game…will Michael be able to pin down how the game works? Has Tara finally confirmed the identity of the strangler?

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EXCERPT FROM BOOK

In the airy warehouse, dust motes clung to Tara’s flashlight beam for dear life. Tara found what she was looking for in the largest section of the steel, corrugated building. Even in the near pitch darkness, the yellow of the school bus was obvious, and the abundance of safety reflectors shone brightly back at Tara. The bus was in perfect condition, not a victim of a crash or a bombing. The casual observer might wonder why a bus like this was even in an FBI warehouse, but Tara Winter was not a casual observer. She knew exactly why it was there. She remembered the conversation she had just the day before.

“You’ve got to leave this alone, Winter. Folks are starting to talk, and it’s not about that new, spiky haircut of yours either.”

“All I’m looking or is a straight answer.”

“And you were given one.”

“I don’t believe that answer.”

Agent Tom Coles of the FBI field office in Chicago, Illinois threw up his hands in mockery of Tara.
“Well there’s just no pleasing you is there? Look, this is simple. At this point, you’re no more than any other civilian. In fact, I shouldn’t even be talking to you this way. I do it out of respect for your reputation, but the fact that you were the primary on this case at the very beginning no longer has any bearing on which information I can give you. It’s gone over your head.”

Tara glared angrily at the agent, with his perfectly-pressed suit, his face without the slightest hint of stubble, and his shiny, unscuffed dress shoes. She hated it all.
“I just need to know if you’re looking into the high school teacher like I asked you to.”

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“You feds,” Tara said with disgust. “Can never tell the difference between what’s important and what’s right.”

“Officer Winter, all due respect…that’s bullshit.”

But it wasn’t bullshit, and now Tara knew for sure. There was no other reason for them to be looking at the bus. They were looking for evidence that might tie back to any of the victims of the Cyborg. Tara felt a sense of hollow victory in finding out that the FBI had in fact listened to her. Now, she could only hope that they didn’t hopelessly fuck everything up with their layer upon layer of bureaucracy. Over the years, as she was an excellent officer, Tara had been offered promotions that would have taken her out of the field, but she inevitably declined. Tara Winter was an officer of the law, not a politician.

A light in the warehouse snapped on, the sound of the massive box light turning on scaring Tara badly, freezing her to the spot. She turned off her flashlight and found that she was suddenly mostly blind in the darkness.
“Who’s there?” a voice called.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a story with an HEA. Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.


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Sep 162016
 
This is a 8,000 words (around 45 kindle pages) CLEAN story with an HEA. Whole Serial is part of a bigger plot. Check for other books in this serial.

****** This is a way to say THANK YOU to our readers. When you purchase this book, you will also get 4 cozy mystery stories ABSOLUTELY FREE. It is approximately 500 Kindle pages of BONUS material******

Today only, you can get this collection for just $0.99 (THAT’S 80% off regular price!)

Officer Tara Winter finally comes clean to her partner, Officer Michael Frante. She tells him what she’s learned about the man she believes to be the strangler, and what she has discovered the FBI already knows about him. The government agency is covering something up, and all signs point towards Foyet, Illinois as the center of the corruption. The officers take a leave of absence to go on a vacation…but will their vacation be any less bloody than a day on the job?

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EXCERPT FROM BOOK

Three girls had been found. None of them with ID. All of them out of his jurisdiction. He’d initially called state CID, but the FBI showed up and took things out of his hands. He didn’t mind. Morgan wanted nothing to do with this. And then the fourth body came. A local girl, Barbara Flint. She was a chubby, shy girl who kept to herself. The sheriff insisted on letting her mother know himself.

“She’s got nobody else in the world,” Morgan explained to the Fed, his sheriff’s hat in his hand. “You can talk to her after, but let me be the first.”

“We’ve got some of the most expert…”

“Do you think I don’t know how to talk to a grieving mother?” the sheriff burst out, unexpectedly angry. “I know how to do my job! More than I can say with certainty about you folks. What have you done since you’ve been here? Tell me, what have you done? Another girl has showed up dead, and she’s one of mine, and you want to tell me about expertise? How about putting some of that expertise to good use and find this sonofabitch who killed Barb Flint.”

The sheriff put his hat back on his head with force, and stomped out of the station to go and inform Maddie Flint.

He stepped out of his bronco and shut the door. There was a light on in the Flint house. Through the gauzy shade on the kitchen window, he could see Maddie Flint making breakfast. She was dancing around her kitchen, singing by the looks of it. Sheriff Morgan Hemsley put one foot in front of the other until they stood on her doormat.
He rang the bell.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a story with an HEA. Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.


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