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CHERYL HOLT does it again with another fast-paced, dramatic tale of seduction, passion, and romance. This time, love blooms on a lazy, decadent trip down the Nile! 

Lady Theodosia Postlewaite, known as Theo to her family and friends, has always had the worst luck. On the night her betrothal was to be announced, she was unwittingly caught in a compromising situation. With her engagement ended and her reputation in tatters, her incensed father demands she flee the gossip by accompanying her dour, grumpy aunt on a sightseeing trip to Egypt. Theo reluctantly agrees, and she’s determined to spend the months abroad proving she possesses the highest moral character. Most especially, she vows to never so much as speak to a handsome man ever again.

Soloman Grey has lived in Egypt for the past decade. His own scandal chased him out of London, and he’s built a new life for himself as an adventurer and explorer. Because of the gossip that ruined him, he doesn’t trust anyone, and he constantly vows that he’ll never so much as glance at a pretty woman ever again.

But when Soloman meets Theo, he’s dragged into her world in a dozen ways he never intended. She’s beautiful, funny, and lonely, and he can’t resist. Yet, he’s the bastard son of an earl, so he could never be worthy of her. When her relatives would do anything to keep them apart, dare he risk all to have her for his very own?


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An Excerpt from Chapter 2

The British citizens who journeyed to Cairo either knew him or knew of him. Since he’d just had to engage in a brawl on Miss Postlewaite’s behalf, he wasn’t in the mood for any rebuffs from her relatives.
Out on the verandah, a stern older woman was waving at them. A young lady was seated with her, and she was waving too.
Miss Postlewaite peeked up at him. “We don’t have to climb the stairs after all. My aunt and my cousin, Susan, are having tea on the patio.”
“I see that.”
She leaned nearer and murmured, “Please don’t mention the…incident at the bazaar. It would upset my aunt.”
“I’m sure it would. How will you explain your missing bonnet and scraped palms?”
“I’ll claim I tripped, my bonnet fell off, and a camel stepped on it. It was ruined, so I threw it away.”
“That will work.” He grinned, liking her more than he should. “You’re a skilled liar.”
“Not really. I’m surprised to discover that I have any talent for deception.”
“Perhaps it’s a natural and previously unnoted aptitude, Miss Postlewaite.”
“Perhaps.” She scowled. “And…ah…when I introduce you, could you…ah…call me Lady Theodosia?”
She blushed a charming shade of pink, and he had to fight not to flinch.
A bloody nobleman’s daughter!
There was no way his identity would remain a secret for much longer. He would have turned and stomped out, but she stopped him simply by slipping her hand into the crook of his arm.
“Aunt Edna is a bit stuffy,” she whispered, “and a bit forceful, but don’t let her rattle you.”
“She couldn’t possibly,” he whispered in reply.
“She has a gentle disposition, but she comes across as a tad harsh.”
“I’ll try to hold up, Lady Theodosia.”
His tone was overly mocking, and her scowl deepened. “Are you angry that I didn’t tell you sooner?”
“You might have warned me who you are.”
“There was no need. I’m not anyone of consequence.”
It was much the same comment he’d made about his own antecedents. Weren’t they a pair?

CHERYL HOLT is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon “Top 100” bestselling author who has published over forty novels.
She’s also a lawyer and mom, and at age forty, with two babies at home, she started a new career as a commercial fiction writer. She’d hoped to be a suspense novelist, but couldn’t sell any of her manuscripts, so she ended up taking a detour into romance where she was stunned to discover that she has a knack for writing some of the world’s greatest love stories.
Her books have been released to wide acclaim, and she has won or been nominated for many national awards. She is considered to be one of the masters of the romance genre. For many years, she was hailed as “The Queen of Erotic Romance”, and she’s also revered as “The International Queen of Villains.” She is particularly proud to have been named “Best Storyteller of the Year” by the trade magazine Romantic Times BOOK Reviews.
She lives and writes in Hollywood, California, and she loves to hear from fans. Visit her website at

Sarah Mayhew: Larger Than Life, Ready for Love ~ READY TO FALL & giveaway w/ Olivia Dade

Some people naturally have quiet, placid personalities. I am not one of them. Instead, I laugh loudly enough to be heard several city blocks away. I enjoy swearing. I adore dirty jokes. I cry often, at the first sound of a sad violin in a TV commercial or the sight of someone else’s grief. Worst of all, I’m a perfectionist. I’m hard on myself and sometimes hard on the people around me too.

In my past, I spent a lot of years with my head down, trying to avoid trouble and attention. Trying not to make waves, speak too loudly, or bother anyone with my desires. Trying to make myself smaller, in personality if not in body, so as not to inconvenience others.

Part of me believed that no one would love the real me. No one would put up with the loud, demanding woman I am much of the time.

I’m a feminist. I know my insecurity originated from gendered expectations of what a real woman—a good woman—should be like. But in my heart, I still bought into the stereotype.

And at some point, I realized I’d been doing myself a disservice for many, many years. The idea that only paragons of traditional femininity deserve or receive love is a load of crap. Intellectually, I knew that from a young age. Emotionally and on a visceral level, I should have understood it at least a decade ago, the day I met my husband—a man who not only tolerates my quirks, but loves them. Celebrates them.

You don’t need to be perfect to find love. You don’t need to be selfless or patient or quiet either.

In my writing, I wanted to make that clear. For myself, but also for my readers. So while some of my heroines are indeed quiet or patient—Penny and Mary spring to mind—others are definitely not. Angie, the heroine of My Reckless Valentine, is outrageous and funny and adventurous. Some of my other books not yet in print also feature heroines with big personalities.

And then there’s Sarah Mayhew, the heroine of Ready to Fall. In my fourth Lovestruck Librarians book, I decided it was time to tackle the librarian aptly nicknamed DQ (for Drama Queen). Loud, funny, and prone to hyperbole at all times, she’s almost given up on finding a man who’d love her for her quirks.

Luckily, she bursts into Chris Dean’s life at just the right moment, blasting him out of his taciturn isolation and stirring up unexpected emotion in his scarred heart. Outspoken and persistent, Sarah won’t let him hide anymore. And to a man like Chris, she’s irresistible.

She’s larger than life, and she deserves love. You do too, whether you’re retiring or wild, domestic or allergic to housework.

So I hope you enjoy Ready to Fall—and I hope it reminds you that good women come in all sorts of packages. Including yours.

 Elementary school teacher and part-time librarian Sarah Mayhew has the perfect plan: show off her cycling skills at her school’s bike retreat and attract her oblivious coworker in the process. Her end game? Fall in love. Only one problem: she needs to find someone to teach her how to ride a bike pronto. But when she catches sight of Chris Dean’s gorgeous physique, her best laid plans are about to go off track . . .

Chris is not looking for a girlfriend. He’s getting over his last one by focusing on his bike repair business. So when a feisty, sexy schoolteacher urges him to help improve her cycling skills, he does it strictly for the money. He vows he won’t repeat history, even for a blond bombshell like Sarah. But when the two find themselves alone on the road, they can’t help taking a detour straight into each other’s arms . . .

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While I was growing up, my mother kept a stack of books hidden in her closet. She told me I couldn’t read them. So, naturally, whenever she left me alone for any length of time, I took them out and flipped through them. Those books raised quite a few questions in my prepubescent brain. Namely: 1) Why were there so many pirates? 2) Where did all the throbbing come from? 3) What was a “manhood”? 4) And why did the hero and heroine seem overcome by images of waves and fireworks every few pages, especially after an episode of mysterious throbbing in the hero’s manhood?

Thirty or so years later, I have a few answers. 1) Because my mom apparently fancied pirates at that time. Now she hoards romances involving cowboys and babies. If a book cover features a shirtless man in a Stetson cradling an infant, her ovaries basically explode and her credit card emerges. I have a similar reaction to romances involving spinsters, governesses, and librarians. 2) His manhood. Also, her womanhood. 3) It’s his “hard length,” sometimes compared in terms of rigidity to iron. I prefer to use other names for it in my own writing. However, I am not picky when it comes to descriptions of iron-hard lengths. At least in romances. 4) Because explaining how an orgasm feels can prove difficult. Or maybe the couples all had sex on New Year’s Eve at Cancun.

During those thirty years, I accomplished a few things. I graduated from Wake Forest University and earned my M.A. in American History from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I worked at a variety of jobs that required me to bury my bawdiness and potty mouth under a demure exterior: costumed interpreter at Colonial Williamsburg, high school teacher, and librarian. But I always, always read romances. Funny, filthy, sweet–it didn’t matter. I loved them all.

Now I’m writing my own romances with the encouragement of my husband and daughter. I found a kick-ass agent: Jessica Alvarez from Bookends, LLC. I have my own stack of books in my closet that I’d rather my daughter not read, at least not for a few years. I can swear whenever I want, except around said daughter. And I get to spend all day writing about love and iron-hard lengths.

So thank you, Mom, for perving so hard on pirates during my childhood. I owe you. (@OliviaWrites)

Getting to Know You & THE LADY WHO SAW TOO MUCH w/ giveaway

Falling in love is a euphoric experience.  During the courtship phase of a new relationship, in the bliss of infatuation and lust, the object of our affections seems perfect—smart and funny, well-mannered and sensitive, and oh, so sexy.

Of course, we know no one is perfect. But even the most level-headed of us are tempted to idealize our love interest, if only a tad.

Getting to know someone takes time, though.  Reality looms on the horizon.  With each step deeper into the relationship, the view through our rose-colored glasses begins to clear, and that moment will strike when we realize that perfect person isn’t quite so perfect.

The more time spent together, the sooner this is likely to happen.  And what’s worse—and more frightening—that person’s view of us will change too.

We all want our significant other to see us at our best, especially in the beginning. We go to various lengths to achieve the image we want to project. It’s natural to want to hide our imperfections and the things we like least about ourselves. Our flaws, whether physical or emotional give weight to our fears of rejection. Oftentimes our fears are our flaws.

Little quirks can be endearing. Habits can be annoying. And some idiosyncrasies can be downright shocking. Our reactions to our partners’ flaws depends on the depth of our feelings and the progression of the relationship.  Unfortunately, the hero and heroine of The Lady Who Saw Too Much are far from in love and practically strangers when they marry, so there are a lot of surprises in store for both of them.

My heroine, Gianna, is so busy trying to hide her weaknesses, she’s stunned to discover her autocratic new groom has one of his own. He faints at the sight of blood.

Landen’s alarming reaction to the sight of blood mirrors my husband’s, and I will never forget the first time he fainted in my presence.  I was surprised.  He was embarrassed.  And we both learned a lot about each other that day.

Trusting someone to accept you—not for the person you might present to the world, but for who you truly are—is more difficult for some than for others. But with deepening intimacy comes the security and comfort of having someone know you so well, and vice versa.

Landen eventually discovers this later in the book, when he’s about to pass out again, only this time in public.

His thoughts spun through the droning buzz in his ears, the weightlessness in his limbs. Alex was the injured party, but in a few short seconds, Landen would swoon like a woman in front of them all.


The sound of Gia’s voice was a beacon through the din.

“Landen, look at me.” She tugged at his arm.

He blinked hard against the lure of nothingness pulling him under.

The buzz in Landen’s ears faded with every breath he took, every word Gia spoke. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He felt the soft caress of Gia’s hand, rubbing his back.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked.

He nodded, but he couldn’t yet speak.

“Good.” She kept rubbing his back, up and down, soft and steady.

The lightheadedness dissipated, as did his blurred vision, but he didn’t move. Gia’s touch felt so good. So soothing. Conflicting emotions battled inside him. He couldn’t trust her, and yet in this moment there was no one he trusted more. No one who knew him as well as she did. No one else who saw him for who he truly was.


While love is seldom perfect, finding the perfect person for you is true magic. Accept and cherish each other for all that you are.  Love is a gift, and the imperfections are part of the wonderful package.

Thank you for having me here.  I’ve enjoyed introducing my characters and hope readers will spend some time getting to know them by reading The Lady Who Saw Too Much.

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Cursed with prophetic visions and desperate to atone for a death she could have prevented, Gianna York swears she will never again ignore the chance to save a life. When she is hired by Landen Elmsworth to serve as companion to his sister, Gia repeatedly sees the image of her employer’s lifeless corpse floating in Misty Lake. As subsequent visions reveal more details, Gia soon realizes her best chance to save this difficult man is by becoming his wife.

At first, Landen Elmsworth believes the fetching Miss York might be right for a meaningless dalliance, but he grossly underestimates her capacity for cunning and soon finds himself bound until death to a woman he may never be able to trust. Yet in the dark of their bedroom they discover an undeniable passion–and a capacity to forge their own destiny . . .  



A three-time RWA Golden Heart nominee, Thomasine Rappold writes historical romance and historical romance with paranormal elements. She lives with her husband in a small town in upstate New York that inspired her current series. When she’s not spinning tales of passion and angst, she enjoys spending time with her family, fishing on one of the nearby lakes, and basking on the beach in Cape Cod. Thomasine is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Capital Region Romance Writers. Readers can find her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter: @ThomRappold.      Twitter @ThomRappold

An interview with Kara Lowe by Anya Summers & giveaway

What is your name? Do you have a nickname?

My name is Kara Lowe. I’ve never really had a nickname, well, at least not until Zeke and Chase. Anytime they call me ‘pet’ my knees have a tendency to go weak.

Where were you born? Where have you lived since then? Where do you call home?

I was born in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. I went to college in Tampa, Florida. And now I make my home in New York City.

What is one strong memory that has stuck with you from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting?

My dad leaving my mom and I. He decided he didn’t want to be a husband and father. I don’t think that type of abandonment is something you ever truly heal from, it’s more like something you carry with you.

You’re getting ready for a night out. Where are you going? What do you wear? Who will you be with?

That’s easy. I’d be with my best friend, Elise Beauregard. As for our clothing, it depends on whether we are attending a gallery opening, hitting up the latest club, or just grabbing a bit to eat. You haven’t lived until you’ve had Shake Shack on the run. Just thinking about their burgers my mouth is watering.

Where do you go when you’re angry? What do you do there?

In a city with such an exponential population it’s hard to get any piece and quiet. However, when I’m in a real funk. Meaning I could wipe the floor with someone, burning mad, I go ride the ferry over to New Jersey and back again. Something about getting out on the water gives me a little slice of piece I can’t seem to find on the crowded streets.

Have you been in love? Had a broken heart? Who was it and what happened.

Yes, once when I was in college. I was dipping my toes into the BDSM lifestyle and met a Dom. It didn’t work. I couldn’t submit to everything he wanted, as in, he wanted a slave and that’s just not in me.

What is your biggest fear? Who have you told this to? Who would you never tell this to? Why?

My biggest fear is that I will end up alone like my mother. I’ve never told anyone, not even Elise. It’d break my mother’s heart if I said anything. But I’ve come to see just how fragile she is and I’d like to think that I’m made of sterner stuff.

If you had to make a meal for me right now with only the ingredients in your refrigerator and pantry, what would you make me?

I’d probably make you a chicken, apple and gruyere quesadilla. It would change your life, I promise. Just thinking about it is making me hungry.

Look down. Describe what you’re wearing. Is this the way you’re normally dressed? If not, what do you normally wear?

I’m in a designer suit pants and blouse at the office. My clients expect a certain pedigree from their wedding planner, so much of my closet caters more toward work attire. Granted, if I was working at home, you can bet I’d be in a teeshirt and yoga pants.

What’s the one thing you want out of life that you don’t think you can have? Why can’t you have it?

I’m not sure commitment is for me. Trusting the other person will be there, will want to stay in it for the long haul. My past conditioning says otherwise, that people will leave you.

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They’re her business partners, so she shouldn’t get involved. Should she?

Kara Lowe is the successful owner of Bridal Dreams, where she works with happy couples to make their special day a fantasy come true. When she is asked to oversee the wedding of a lifetime on the other side of the world, she knows she needs to rely on the two men she’s recently gone into business with to ensure the elite couple’s wedding goes off without a hitch. What she doesn’t expect is for her two partners to decide that, in the wild hills of Scotland, anything goes—including all of her pent-up inhibitions.

Zeke Driscoll and Chase Manning have desired Kara for years; since well before their merger with Bridal Dreams. When a unique getaway wedding presents itself on the books, they decide the Dungeon Fantasy Club is the perfect place to unravel their partner’s sweet beauty and uncover the submissive they know is hiding inside her, just waiting to be let out. The two Doms will test Kara’s boundaries, knowing they’ve found the submissive to hold their hearts.

As Kara begins to lose her heart, she must face the reality of their ménage relationship. Will she be brave enough to commit to a lifetime with her two Doms?

This is the third book in the Dungeon Fantasy Club series by Anya Summers; however, like all the other books, it can be read as a standalone. It contains explicit sexual themes, including BDSM, MFM ménage, and some m/m action. If such content offends you, please do not purchase.

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Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a M.A. in History.

Anya is a #1 Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name, Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the midwest with her two furry felines.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers and Blushing Books!

Dungeon Fantasy Club Series

Her Highland Master, April 15, 2016

To Master & Defend, May 15, 2016

Two Doms for Kara, June 12, 2016

His Driven Domme, July 15, 2016

Her Country Master, August 17, 2016

Love Me, Master Me, September 16, 2016

Submit To Me, October 15, 2016

Her Wired Dom, November 14, 2016



Believing in the Supernatural with Nicky Peacock


 Believing in the supernatural.

As an author I do a lot of research, but as a very curious person I do much more. The supernatural has always intrigued me, so it’s not surprising that it creeps into my books – whether I want it to or not! My latest book, Lost in Wonderland includes a character called Shilo who has a very staunch belief in monsters. He’s convinced himself they are very real, so much so that he’s spent most of his life in a mental hospital, whiling away the days being fearful of a monster that he’s convinced took his mother and talking things through with a very understanding imaginary friend.

Now, I’m not saying that I’m a Shilo, but I deliberately created him to represent a significant part of my own personality – the believer.

I grew up on stories of ghosts and monsters and I was reading about these creatures long before the internet gave us unlimited access to every witness, urban legend, blurry photo and conspiracy article. I adored the thought that these things existing in our world – as long as they existed outside my own line of sight that is! I always found it fascinating that every culture has a legend to do with: a vampire, a sea creature, a Bigfoot and even demons. Most dating back to when these countries had no communication with one another and probably didn’t even know of each other’s existence. And it seems everyone I’ve spoken to has a ghost stories of some sort that they can tell. I actually live a ten minute drive from the famous British castle where Charles Dickens saw the ghost that inspired the phantom in his book, Bleak House.

I don’t know about you, but I have a very open mind about the supernatural; though, not so open that my brain drops out! My analytical side flares up with everything I read – that cold breeze that made you shiver could well be just poor quality window fittings and that lake monster you took a holiday selfie with might well be just an oozing pile of trash floating out to sea. I think we have to wonder, in this day and age with the technology we have at our everyday disposal, why we’re not brimming with irrefutable evidence of the supernatural. Maybe, like me, most of the human race like the idea of it, just don’t actually want to know for sure that it exists – I mean how would it affect the world if a pack of werewolves were discovered hiding out in a US national park? Worse, it had been covered up?

I’d love to hear your stories of supernatural events and experiences, so please feel free to contact me through my blog here:


Adult Dystopian with the RECALL CHRONICLES by Donna Dechen Birdwell

It’s 2125. Aging is a thing of the past but personal memories and desires are now under corporate management. Jenda Swain is a youthful 111 years old, content with her professional career, when a disturbing encounter with an old woman forces her to question her own identity, to begin searching for the woman she once was and might yet become. Her journey takes her into the arms of an activist artist who has a quest of his own; answers come together as their world falls apart.

Donna Dechen Birdwell has created a dystopian world as only an anthropologist can, with sensitivity and insight deriving from years of observation and dedicated study of the human condition. Donna is deeply convinced that storytelling is essential to our nature and that imagination is our most precious human trait. Donna is also an artist and former journalist and a native Texan.

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2125 marked the centenary of the entry of the miracle age prophylaxis Chulel into the marketplace. The occasion probably should have been marked by a celebration of some sort, but so few people remembered what life was like before Chulel that it would have seemed rather like commemorating the invention of water or air. So the year would come and go without fanfare.

Two people who did remember life before Chulel were the inventors of the drug, Drs. Max and Emily Feldman, who had lost their only child to Hutchinson-Guilford progeria syndrome (HGPS) back in 1977. “Progeria” referred to a set of diseases that caused premature aging due to a genetic anomaly; HGPS had been its most common (though still extremely rare) form.

The Feldmans had delayed “having a family” as people used to say, until after they both completed med school. Following their daughter’s death, they had devoted their careers to finding a cure for progeria. It had been a long haul. The first significant advance had come from another lab, which announced a promising new avenue of research in 2014. Pharmakon Corporation, and specifically the Drs. Feldman, built on this and in 2017 published preliminary results of a drug they named according to its active chemical components. Nobody now remembers that name.

The drug was ready for human trials by early 2018, and a dozen or so families from around the world came forward, traveling to the Pharmakon headquarters in Atlanta to let the Feldmans try out the drug on their afflicted sons and daughters, who had been diagnosed with either HGPS or one of the other, even rarer, forms of progeria.

What nobody knew was that Max Feldman was also testing the drug on himself. Even Emily didn’t know. Max Feldman was already 78 and although he checked out healthy enough, he had a family history of heart disease and atherosclerosis and there were certain aspects of the lab tests on the new drug as well as its effects on a small test group of bonobos that had irresistibly piqued his curiosity.

By the time the tests on human progeria patients were declared unequivocally successful in 2021, the people closest to him were beginning to notice something about Max. One of those people was the Feldmans’ lab assistant, Winslow Morris.

In the third month of the trials, Winslow noted that there seemed to be a couple of vials of the drug missing. He questioned Dr. Max about it, and was told it must be a mistake. When Winslow re-counted the next day against the numbers in the computer, he found no discrepancy. It happened again a couple of months later and this time Winslow kept his observation to himself. Again, the numbers mysteriously rectified themselves within a matter of hours. Then one day Winslow thought he saw Dr. Max slipping a vial of the medicine into the pocket of his lab coat. That’s when it clicked. Winslow started observing Dr. Max more closely. On the day before the results of the progeria field tests were formally announced, Winslow missed work. And then he disappeared altogether.

Winslow hadn’t needed to steal any of the medicine. He knew how to make it. His destination was China and within six months a new drug started showing up on the streets. It was called “Fontana” and it was touted as the “fountain of youth”. It was outrageously expensive and sold mainly to customer lists Winslow compiled by irrupting into databases of dermatologists specializing in cosmetic surgery. He was an instant millionaire.

Winslow did not know that Dr. Feldman had altered the dosage for his own use. Fontana consumers were overdosing, and before the drug had been on the street for a full year, its reputation went into free fall. People who were self-medicating with this black market miracle potion started to develop strange skin disorders, unexplained neuropathies, and a vulnerability to infection, all of which ended up on the list of warnings regarding possible side effects when the first generation of the real drug went on the market in 2025 under the name “Chulel.”

Winslow was sorry about all this. It cut his income stream down to nothing. But he took his multi millions and his remaining stocks of Fontana and fled.


Shadow of theHare, Recall Chronicles, Vol. II

Malia is a stubbornly dissident author and bibliophile in a world where books have ceased to matter and barely exist. She remembers how things changed through the 21st century, but after fifty years of self-imposed exile, she returns to a world far more terrifying than the one she fled. In Dallas, Nigeria, and India she doggedly pursues the truth her heart demands.


The café was down a couple of side streets, in an area of Dallas I hadn’t visited for decades. As soon as I sat down I saw her and I couldn’t help but stare. It had to be Jenda. When I saw her looking at me, I slid down off the barstool and walked over to her table.

You’re Jenda Swain,” I said, smiling, hoping she’d say, And you’re Malia Poole! But she didn’t. I hadn’t seen her in almost ninety years and it was clear she’d been taking the age prophylaxis, the miracle drug called Chulel that kept everyone young in our 22nd-century world. Almost everyone. She was giving me that look—that what-the-zujo-is-an-old-woman-like-you-doing-in-my-world look—followed by the averted eyes.

Of course you don’t remember,” I said. I pulled out a chair and sat across from her. “Nobody remembers much of anything anymore.” I looked down at my wrinkled, age-splotched hands and then up into her smooth, fresh face. It was hard to believe I was two years younger than Jenda. “I idolized you and your boyfriend, you know. Such temerity! The things you did…” I was hoping to elicit some of those things from her or perhaps startle myself into recalling what some of them were.

She said nothing, glancing around the café as if to offer an apology for my presence. For my existence.

A memory suddenly came to me: a full-color portrait of Jenda as she was in high school. Not this business-suited twit, but a passionate firebrand of a girl. An artist?

Do you still paint?” I wasn’t giving up. “You always had your mom’s gift for art.”

Jenda was clearly embarrassed and growing quietly angry. But I thought I detected the old passion under the surface. Come on Jenda—show me some of the old spunk.

She avoided my gaze. “I think you must have made some mistake.” Her tone was flat, dismissive. “You may know my name, but you clearly don’t know me.”

Her face flushed slightly and I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. Leaning forward, I looked into those eyes. “You need to ask more questions,” I said. I pushed my chair back and rose to go; then I looked down at her one last time. “You’re the one who doesn’t know who Jenda Swain is.”

My tears began to fall as soon as I was out on the street. I felt betrayed. Damn these disconnected memories! I have more memories than most people these days, but there’s that one year from high school—the period when I’m sure I knew Jenda best—that’s always been a blank. At least until recently. It’s cruelly ironic that now I’ve reached an age when normal memories start to fade, these submerged ones begin to wash up like shards of sea glass on a beach. I write them down, cataloging them like curios of uncertain provenance.

After I left the café, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jenda. She felt like a key to something. I may not remember a lot about her, but I do know that up-tight little prude with the pressed lapels isn’t the girl I knew in high school. I’m sure that back then she was a passionate Vintagonist. Something had happened to her; I thought I knew what it might be. In any case, I knew it was something very different from what happened to me.

I still identify with Vintagonists, those people who cherish and preserve old things, not as things in themselves but as links to our past, reminders of shared experiences, repositories of our stories. In the late 2020s and into the ‘30s, the Vintagonist movement was popular among young people like me and like Jenda Swain. While the corporations pushed us toward ever-higher consumption of infinitely recyclable short-cycle goods, Vintagonists celebrated antiques, vintage things, and so-called mementos. To signal our nonconformity, we wore badly mended clothes salvaged from the recycle bins, dyed our hair in shades of sepia, and adorned ourselves with relics like lockets and watch pendants. I still wear one of those, although mine has a more personal significance. We fed one another’s rebelliousness in frequent meetings and acts of protest that employed poems and songs and art. The movement dissipated after a while but never went away. Its roots ran deep.

Almost a century later, I feel once again the pull of those old ideas, a riptide tugging at my foundations. I’d found a place where I could have lived out the rest of my days in peace without having to deal with the outside world, but instead here I am, walking around in the corporate fantasyland where everyone is young—young and cheerful and bright. But it’s a flat white brightness—no spark, no color. People stare at me (like Jenda did) and then they don’t see me at all. I disappear. I don’t belong in their world and so they white me out.

I began making my way back toward my sister Leticia’s habitat. I knew she’d organized an event for the following night at her place. She’d told me that Jenda’s high school boyfriend Montagne would be there. I hadn’t seen him for the better part of a century. Maybe Montagne would have some answers. I’d told Jenda she should ask more questions; maybe it was time for me to ask some questions of my own.

I feel like a refugee here, uncertain about what comes next. Uncertain, too, about some of what went before, during that blank period around the age of fifteen. The past, for me, has generally been constructed from old novels; I adore historical novels. But with these strange memories drifting back, I think it’s time to reconstruct my own past, my personal history, and to find out just how much I can recall.

An interview with Jana Lane and Simon Huckby of CHINA DOLL

I am excited to interview America’s most famous ex-child star and current movie and now Broadway star, Jana Lane, and her agent since childhood, Simon Huckby. You are truly a legend, Jana.

Jana: In my own mind.

Simon: My baby doll was the top grossing child star ever. Nobody could out act her. Remember my baby girl as The Adorable Orphan, Jungle Girl, Pink Ballerina—

I’m not old enough to remember most of them.

Simon: Then you should get the videos and watch them. No better movies were ever made nor will ever be made, except for my baby doll’s two recent films His Obsession and Madame Senator—for which she won a well-deserved Academy Award!

Jana: Spoken like a true agent.

Simon: Who adores you, baby doll.

Jana: And adores your 10%.

Jana, you are still gorgeous at forty-one with your petite figure, layered blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and porcelain skin. Do you have a beauty regime?

Jana: I work out in my home gym each day—

Simon: In her gorgeous Hyde Park, New York estate.

Jana: –to music like “Maniac,” “What a Feeling,” “Gloria,” and “Cover Me.”

Simon: And her clothes are in perfect 1984 fashion with chic business suits and dresses, shoulder pads, lace gloves, leggings, and scrunchies.

Can you tell us about your mystery series, Jana?

Simon: Like my baby doll, the Jana Lane mysteries are perfection. They star my girly girl who I discovered at five years old starring opposite her father on Broadway in Sweet Nothings. I brought her to LA, and she starred in her first film, Daddy’s Girl, at six years old!

Jana: That’s all ancient history, Simon.

Simon: Like me.

How old are you, Simon?

Simon: Somewhere between sixty and Heaven.

Jana: Simon has always been a father figure for me.

Simon: Though I probably look more like a mother figure in my chartreuse jumpsuit and tangelo scarf. But the readers don’t want to hear about me. Let’s talk about my baby doll’s mysteries. In PAPER DOLL Jana at thirty-eight lives with her family in a mansion in picturesque Hudson Valley, New York. Her flashbacks from the past become murder attempts in her future. Forced to summon up the lost courage she had as a child, my baby doll ventures back to Hollywood, which helps her uncover a web of secrets about everyone she loves. She also embarks on a romance with the devilishly handsome son of her old producer, Rocco Cavoto. I always said she shouldn’t have married someone not in show business. It’s like marrying an alien species.

Jana: Simon, I’m happily married to Brian.

Simon: And Elizabeth Taylor was happily married to Richard Burton—twice!

Jana: In PORCELAIN DOLL (The Wild Rose Press), I make a comeback film and uncover who is being murdered on the set and why.

Simon: Her heart is set aflutter by her incredibly gorgeous co-star, America’s heartthrob Jason Apollo. Again, another opportunity missed!

Jana: The other suspects include my James Dean type young co-star, my older John Wayne type co-star, my children’s Eve Harrington type nanny, the film’s gossipy makeup and hair artist, a local reverend trying to stop the film’s production, and Jason’s pushy agent.

Simon: I hate those! In SATIN DOLL (The Wild Rose Press), Jana and family head to Washington, DC, where my girly girl plays a US senator in a new film, and becomes embroiled in a murder and corruption at the senate chamber. She also embarks on a romantic flirtation with Chris Bruno, the muscular detective. Jana rubs elbows with senators on both sides of the aisle, a lobbyist, and a Washington reporter.

Jana: And Brian goes through a personal crisis.

Simon: When doesn’t he? Brian should have been in show business. Anyway, the novels are full of mystery, insider show business mayhem, plot twists and turns, revealed secrets, and a shocking ending. Of course there is also romance for many characters, including for me! As they say, love is much better the second time around.

How have the reviews been for the series so far?

Simon: Amazing. How else could they be with Jane Lane as the star?

Tell us about the current release, CHINA DOLL.

Simon: I arrange for Jana to star in a Broadway play. So in CHINA DOLL (The Wild Rose Press), Jana heads to New York City to star in the Broadway mystery, where my baby girl is enchanted by her gorgeous co-star Peter Stevens—another actor, and faced with murder on stage and off. It is old home week and nepotism in action as the play is produced and written by the same producer (Stanley Rothman) and author (Katrina Wright) who produced and wrote Jana’s first Broadway play when she was five years old, Sweet Nothings—where I discovered her! My baby doll’s co-star from Sweet Nothings, the aging but still gorgeous and mysterious Savannah Stevens, is co-starring in China Doll, along with Savannah’s incredibly handsome and muscular son, Peter Stevens, in his Broadway debut.

Jana: Rounding out the cast are Rothman’s granddaughter Bella, my nephew Brad, and my youngest son B.J.

Simon: A star is born. That boy takes after his mother—and his mother’s agent.

Jana: And the play is directed by Katrina’s new husband.

Simon: The young studly Tony Cuccioli.

Jana: Also in the cast are Sally Chen a recent Tony Award winning actress, and Tate Moonglow a transplant from Off-Broadway.

Simon: In the mystery play within the mystery novel, Sally plays a young Chinese heiress who dies mysteriously. The suspects are Sally’s impoverished new husband (played by Tate), his ex-girlfriend (played by Bella), and their neighbors (played by Brad and Savannah). Jana plays the neighbor/amateur sleuth who figures out whodunit and why, and Peter takes on the role of the detective who entices her personally and professionally. During rehearsals, attractions come to the surface between Tony and Sally, Brad and Bella, Tate and Gary (B.J.’s new nanny), and even my baby doll and Peter.

Jana: Art imitates life as members of the production team of China Doll are murdered, and personal secrets are revealed.

Sounds like a nice list of suspects.

Jana: Everyone is a suspect, including Simon.

Simon: I’d never kill anyone, unless he tried to take away your top billing!

I’m guessing once again Jana lane uses the skills she learned as a child star to solve the crime.

Simon: From movies like The Girl Detective, School Spy, and The Cutest Scientist.

Who is your favorite character in CHINA DOLL? And why?

Simon: Jana Lane of course.

Jana: I really enjoyed Gary Royale, B.J.’s over anxious new nanny, and of course the Broadway musical buff Detective Douglas was great fun.

Simon: Savannah Stevens is an aging beauty with fond memories from her past on Broadway and as a movie star in Hollywood, yet she carries the burden of an aging actress in a youth-oriented society. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be headed over the hill.

With her gorgeous violet eyes, is Savannah based on Elizabeth Taylor?

Jana: Savannah is a smart, strong, talented woman like Elizabeth Taylor, however, she doesn’t have anywhere near as many husbands or such a troubled life. What great fun for me to co-star with Savannah in a play when I was five years old then again at forty-one.

Is Katrina Wright the highly successful mystery writer supposed to be Agatha Christie?

Jana: They are both very successful, older female writers, but Agatha Christie wrote many novels and a few plays, Katrina has written many many plays and no novels.

Simon: Also unlike Agatha Christie, Katrina has a young stud husband who just happens to get the job as director of Katrina’s play—to the producer’s (Stanley Rothman’s) chagrin.

David Mamet wrote a play on Broadway in 2015 called CHINA DOLL. Any connection to your novel.

Jana: No. It’s 1984. We can’t see into the future.

Joe Cosentino acted onstage with Bruce Willis in A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM and Nathan Lane in THE ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT. Was Joe able to use his theatre background in writing CHINA DOLL?

Jana: Joe wrote, directed, and acted in a number of plays. He used his experiences many times in CHINA DOLL when writing about the role of the playwright, director, stage manager, producer, actors, designers, and technicians. He knows first-hand what it’s like to do a read through, a blocking rehearsal, rehearsals, dress rehearsals, and performances, and the book is better for it. Though thankfully nobody was murdered in any of Joe’s plays.

Simon: Jana and I also gave Joe a great deal of information. We are constantly talking in his head.

How amazing that Jana’s youngest son B.J. takes so well to the stage.

Jana: Like mother like son—and grandfather and uncle.

Simon: And I’m B.J.’s agent!

In the novel Katrina and Stanley use their religious beliefs as a weapon to try to fire one of the cast members. Do you think people of faith will be offended by that?

Jana: I sure hope not. I am a Christian who prays and goes to church on Sundays.

Simon: My baby girl is a true Christian to me since she tries to love her neighbor as herself, not judge others, and help the downtrodden and outcasts. Jana stands up to Katrina and Stanley because she believes any kind of discrimination is wrong, and that freedom of religion is far different from the freedom to discriminate. My baby girl would have defended Katrina or Stanley if someone tried to discriminate against them as well.

As in the first three Jana Lane mysteries, Jana, you are tempted by a gorgeous man, this time the heartthrob younger actor, Peter Stevens. Tell us about your relationship with Peter.

Jana: I can’t imagine anyone not being enticed by Peter Stevens. He is tall, handsome, muscular, charming, and incredibly talented.

Simon: He’s what used to be a called a matinee idol.

And Jana goes through a major personal event.

Simon: I love that part of the story. It still brings tears to my eyes when I read it.

And Jana, you are reconnected with your nephew.

Jana: Who has changed his name and become a hungry for fame actor.

Simon: My baby doll tries to give him advice, but like many young people, he doesn’t take it.

Since the book takes place in 1984, it includes a great deal of history, music, fashion, and locations from the era.

Jana: Though China Doll is a fictitious play, Joe was able to place our theatre between the marquees of real shows playing at the time: Hurlyburly starring William Hurt and Christopher Walken and The Rink starring Chita Rivera and Liza Minelli.

Simon: And New York City is prominently featured in the novel with its luxury hotels, Central Park, Washington Square Park, Little Italy, and of course the theatre district.

Jana: As is the still new AIDS epidemic and the devastation it caused when ignored by our political representatives, as once again I sponsor a benefit for AIDS research.

Which scene in the novel did you each enjoy the most? And why?

Jana: I loved the only scene I’m not in, the hospital scene. It’s so touching.

Simon: I enjoyed our lunch at New York City’s most famous theatre district restaurant.

Many of the men in the series are strapping, muscular, good looking guys. Did Joe do that intentionally?

Simon: Many of the women are beautiful too. And there are characters like Katrina, Gary, Cornelius, and me who don’t fit that mold. Though in my day, I was quite the looker.

Everyone in CHINA DOLL seems to have a secret. Thank you for revealing them by the book’s end.

Jana: Each Jana Lane mystery is its own story. Readers get a complete mystery with each novel, as you said, full of revealed secrets.

You play fair in your mysteries, meaning the clues are there, and so are the plot twists and turns, and white knuckle shocking ending.

Jana: I don’t like mysteries where characters are introduced and the writer arbitrarily picks the murderer at the end. The readers feel cheated. At the end of a mystery, the readers should say, “Of course! How did I not see that?” I agree about the ending. It still makes my heart race when I read it and relive it.

Do you see the Jana Lane mysteries as a TV show?

Simon: I want to negotiate the deal. Joe wants to play me!

Who do you see playing Jana Lane?

Simon: There’s only one Jana Lane.

Does Joe have another mystery series besides the Jana Lane mysteries?

Jana: Yes, the Nicky and Noah comedy mysteries published by Lethe Press. Each novel is loaded with wacky humor and romance in a fast-paced whodunit. Since Joe is a college theatre professor/department head, and theatre departments are havens of mystery, secrets, romance, and high humor; the series takes place at an Edwardian style New England college. In DRAMA QUEEN theatre college professors are dropping like stage curtains. With the inept local detectives, it is up to Directing professor, Nicky Abbondanza to use his theatre skills (including playing other people) to solve the murders, while he directs a murder mystery onstage. Complicating matters is Nicky’s intense crush on Assistant Professor of Acting, handsome Noah Oliver, the prime suspect in the murder. In DRAMA MUSCLE Nicky and Noah have to use their theatre skills to find out why musclemen are dropping like weights in the Physical Education department while Nicky directs the Student Bodybuilding Competition. In DRAMA CRUISE (not released yet), Nicky and Noah go on a cruise to Alaska, and discover why college theatre professors are going overboard like lifeboats while Nicky directs a murder mystery dinner theatre show onboard ship.

Simon: But my baby doll and I aren’t in that series.

Who is your ideal reader of your books?

Jana: My ideal reader is a lover of mystery, romance, and Hollywood. Someone who craves being swept away by a story and becoming part of the novel. My reader loves clues, suspects, and plotlines that zigzag with numerous surprises leading to a shocking yet totally justified conclusion. Finally, my reader relishes in beautiful, lush locations and captivating characters as she/he enters the portal of a book.

What is your next mystery?

Jana: RAG DOLL, where I am offered the leading role in a TV pilot about an amateur sleuth.

Simon: Of course murder and romance ensue. After all, it’s a Jana Lane mystery!

How can your readers contact you?

Jana: Via Joe. He loves hearing from readers.

Simon: It gives him a break from listening to us.

Jana: They can contact him at:

Thank you Jana and Simon from the Jana Lane mysteries, with your latest release CHINA DOLL by Joe Cosentino, published by The Wild Rose Press.

CHINA DOLL, a Jana Lane mystery, by Joe Cosentino
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Jana Lane is back on Broadway in 1984—starring in a murder mystery. Life imitates art when members of the company are murdered. As Jana investigates, it’s clear she may be the next victim. Complicating matters is Jana’s uncontrollable infatuation with her leading man, gorgeous and muscular Off-Broadway actor Peter Stevens. Will Jana find the murderer before the curtain comes down on her?

Praise for SATIN DOLL, a Jana Lane mystery:

“A book that will captivate any reader! A page turner that won’t let you go! This is one author you can always depend on to publish a good read!!” Stormy Nights Reviewing

“Joe Cosentino is a brilliant mastermind when creating the perfect mystery series. In each novel in this intriguing series of his, Jana Lane Mysteries, readers are blown away by his writing. The instant readers jump into Joe Cosentino’s fictional world, the danger feels real, the suspense is killing, and the plot moves so fast. Action, lights, camera!” “A fast-paced murder mystery that readers will easily fall in love with…and one they can’t live without. Overall, I highly recommend this new title in the Jana Lane Mysteries and look forward to the next best adventure from Joe Cosentino.” Danielle Urban, Universal Creativity Inc.

Praise for PORCELAIN DOLL, a Jana Lane mystery:

“Porcelain Doll is Joe Cosentino at his finest. We are drawn back to the fashions and attitudes of the 1980’s in a character-driven story full of intrigue and passion.” Kirsty Vizard, Divine Magazine

“Beautifully written and intensely detailed, Porcelain Doll is one not to be missed. Flirtatiously decadent with a strong moral undertone, set in a decade of extraordinary social change this is a story of its period that is as poignant today as it was then. Joe Cosentino controlled the emotions that the book encouraged with a deft but delicate touch. Suspenseful and mysterious, Porcelain Doll is a masterful creation, one that was impossible not to be affected by.” Carol Fenton, BooksLaidBare Reviews

“Murder, mystery, and suspense are high inside of this brilliant masterpiece by Joe Cosentino.” “Every page fills the readers with intrigue.” “Edge of your seat mystery that lures readers instantly.” “Once you read it, you can’t put it down.” Danielle Urban Universal Creativity Inc.

Praises for PAPER DOLL, the first Jana Lane mystery:

“Paper Doll is a superbly crafted mystery with an eclectic cast of characters that will engage you and elicit some very emotional responses as you are completely caught up in the events that unfold in these pages. Everyone has secrets and the people in Paper Doll have them in spades!” Fresh Fiction

“If you like novels that are filled with new and old Hollywood, and a range of sub-plots, you are going to love this!” Saguaro Moon Reviews

“I liked that there was enough evidence for each of the suspects to keep me guessing until the very end.” Molly Lolly Reviews

“Joe Cosentino knows how to keep his readers’ interest with every page.” Universal Creativity Digital Magazine

“Mr. Cosentino has produced a masterpiece of mystery” “The story gripped me from the start and there were enough twists and turns, with a bit of romance thrown in for good measure, to keep hold of me until the end of the book.” “Great book, can’t wait for book 2.” Readers’ Favorite

Bestselling author Joe Cosentino won Divine Magazine’s awards for best mystery novel, best humorous novel, and best contemporary novel of 2015. He is the author of the Jana Lane mysteries: Paper Doll, Porcelain Doll, Satin Doll, and China Doll and the upcoming Rag Doll (The Wild Rose Press); the Nicky and Noah mysteries: Drama Queen, Drama Muscle, and the upcoming Drama Cruise (Lethe Press); the Cozzi Cove beach series: Cozzi Cove: Bouncing Back and Cozzi Cove: Moving Forward (NineStar Press); and the romance novellas: In My Heart anthology (An Infatuation & A Shooting Star), A Home for the Holidays, and The Naked Prince and Other Tales from Fairyland (Dreamspinner Press); and The Nutcracker and the Mouse King (Eldridge Plays and Musicals). As an actor, he has appeared in principal roles in film, television, and theatre opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. Joe is currently Head of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and is happily married.

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An interview with Kelley Jackson of MURDER AT THE MANSION & giveaway!

Kelly Jackson Interview by Janet Finsilver 

I sat down in front of the newspaper reporter’s desk. She wanted to interview me and write an article for the local paper about Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast.

“Thank you for coming in, Kelly. I’m Janet Finsilver, and I’d like to learn about you as the new manager of Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast and what changes might be happening there. Have you been to Redwood Cove before?”

“I have. I’m an employee of Resorts International, the company that owns the inn. When the previous manager, Bob Phillips, had a fatal fall off of a cliff, I was called in to run the place.”

The reporter made some notes. “I remember what happened. You and a group of locals discovered he was murdered.”

“Correct. The Silver Sentinels, a crime-solving group of seniors and Bob’s friends, were convinced his death was no accident. They were right.”

Janet sat back in her chair. “You found the killer.”

“Yes.” And it almost cost me my life.

The reporter smiled. “I imagine you’re hoping to not have any more excitement like that.”

“You bet. Running Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast and making it the best it can be is my goal.” Please, no more murders.

“What did you do before coming to Redwood Cove?”

“Mostly I worked on my parent’s ranch. They raise cattle all year and run a guest ranch in the summer. I had a few other jobs, but they weren’t a fit.” I wished fervently this one would be a match for me.

“Have there been any changes made at the inn?”

“Yes. I suggested we give each room a theme. My boss, Michael Corrigan, thought it was a good idea and that’s part of the renovation going on.” I was thrilled when he liked my suggestion.

“What are some of the themes?”

“There’s the Maritime Room, The Study, and the Ocean Suite to mention a few. We’re hoping people will like having a chance to pick one that corresponds with their interests.”

“What are you doing while the remodel is happening?”

“I’ll be working at a sister property, Redwood Heights.” I’d seen a picture of the imposing mansion and thought about how different it was from Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast. “Michael Corrigan is preparing to sell it. There are quite a few items from the 1800s that I’ve been asked to inventory.”

The reporter stood and extended her hand. “Thank you for your time, and welcome to our community.”

I shook her hand. “Thank you for doing the article.”

I walked through Redwood Cove on my way back to the inn. I absorbed the beauty of the towering redwood trees in the distance, the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean on my right, and the abundant vegetation along the path. I looked forward to being part of this town and making it my new home.

Little did I know the peaceful moment was about to be shattered by a shrill scream.


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Kelly Jackson returns to California to manage Redwood Cove Bed and Breakfast. While the inn is being renovated, she is assigned the task of inventorying a historic collection of objects from the 1800s housed at nearby Redwood Heights and to assist at the mansion during the Whale Frolic Festival. She’s also asked to learn what she can about the disappearance of some jewelry from visitors’ rooms.

Shortly after she arrives, Kelly finds a guest stabbed in one of the rooms, the door and windows locked from the inside. Then Gertrude “Gertie” Plumber, a member of the Silver Sentinels, a crime-solving group of senior citizens, is attacked. The police question Gertie’s son, Stevie, who is working at the mansion with his bed-bug and termite-sniffing team of beagles, Jack and Jill, about the jewelry thefts as well as the murder. Kelly and the Silver Sentinels must work together to solve the crimes before another life is lost and Stevie is put in prison.

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Janet Finsilver is the USA TODAY best-selling author of the Kelly Jackson mystery series. She worked in education for many years as a teacher, a program administrator, and a workshop presenter. Janet majored in English and earned a Master’s Degree in Education. She loves animals and has two dogs—Kylie and Ellie. Janet has ridden western style since she was a child and was a member of the National Ski Patrol. One of the highlights of her life was touching whales in the San Ignacio Lagoon. Murder at Redwood Cove, her debut mystery, was released on October 13, 2015. Her second book, Murder at the Mansion, is scheduled to be available on June 7, 2016.

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