Tuesday Teaser: Guest Post ‘Eye of the Crow’ by Maris Soule

  “P.J.!” Wade said my name with enough force to bring my attention back to him. “Why didn’t you call me?” “I guess I should have,” I admitted. Except, I didn’t want him worrying . . . or questioning how I always managed to get myself into dangerous situations. “I heard he had a gun.” A shiver went through me as I remembered that gun pointing at me. “I don’t think he wanted to shoot anyone. His hand was shaking and...

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Teaser Tuesday: Guest Post ‘Eat Crow and Die’ by Maris Soule

  I stumbled into the dining room and grabbed the cell phone from the table as it began to ring again. “What?” I practically yelled. “P.J.?” I recognized Wade’s sister’s voice immediately. Ginny has a sexy, throaty way of talking that always reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. She’s also a very nice person and certainly didn’t deserve to be yelled at. I softened my tone. “Yeah, it’s me.” “I tried your home number....

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Tuesday Teaser: Guest Post ‘As the Crow Flies’ by Maris Soule

Smoke, burned pasta, and blackened cheese greeted me when I lowered the oven door. I opened a window and grabbed a dish towel. Waving the cloth back and forth under the smoke alarm, I finally moved enough fresh air by its sensor to silence the irritating sound. The lasagna, however, was beyond saving. I settled for a peanut butter sandwich and filled Baraka’s dish with his usual quantity of kibble. Our dinners eaten, I began to clean the...

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Tuesday Teaser: Guest Post ‘The Crows’ by Maris Soule

“You say the body’s in the dining room? Where’s this door lead?” “My kitchen.” He nodded. “I think we can let you inside where it’s warmer, but you’ll have to stay where I tell you. This is now a crime scene.” “No, it’s a where-he-died scene. That’s where the crime occurred.” I pointed toward the woods. He looked that direction, and that’s when I noticed his eye lashes. Why is it men always get the beautiful blue...

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Friday Feature: Julie Mulhern

  New Orleans, 1902 A killer walks the streets of New Orleans, eviscerating men and leaving them in the streets, and for madam Trula Boudreaux, it’s bad for business. Trula needs help but she’s not prepared for Zeke Barnes, the charming would-be savior who darkens her doorway-or the yearning he awakens. For while Trula knows well the delights of lust, she avoids love at all costs… Investigating the killer was one thing,...

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