Hello Paty, and thank you for having me today. I will be awarding two lucky people who comment each a paperback or PDF of their choice. The choices are: Murder Most Foul, Wicked Intentions, Twisted Love, The Crime of the Century, Flagitious, Loves, Myths, and Monsters, or Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between.
Blurb for “Murder Most Foul” - a detective/mystery
When two dismembered torsos wash up on the banks of the local river in the small industrial town of Pleasant Valley, residents are horrified. Between contradicting statements, police ineptitude, lust, lies, manipulation, incest, the motorcycle gang The Devil’s Disciples, crooked cops, and a botched crime scene, everyone becomes a suspect.
The young beautiful Jackie Reeves, a registered nurse, believes the killer is a man from her past. She contacts the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. An arrest is made, but Harmon and Jackie believe an innocent man is being railroaded by local cops. How far will these lover’s go to solve this heinous crime before anymore killings. Determined to find the truth, Agent Harmon and Jackie are forced to run a gauntlet of deep trouble and turmoil, which marks them for death.
Minutes later, Agent Harmon was knocking on the door of his adversary. The Agent found the ex-golden boy, playing pool in a custom-designed game room.
“Care to shoot some pool, Harmon?” Malloy asked, pocketing the three-ball in his solo effort. “I've been expecting you.”
“I would have been here sooner, but something came up.”
“You mean your conversation with Barstow? I just got the phone call,” Malloy said, and banged in another shot. “As much candy as he eats, I‘m surprised he's not dead. For myself, I hope to get shot by a jealous husband.”
Harmon frowned at such conceit. “I'm sure you will be.” Harmon's initial visual sweep of the room showed an elaborate collection of exotic animal heads and civil war weapons. He turned to Malloy, “You prospered being a cop.”
“My wife came from money,” Malloy lied.
Harmon knew it, too. The spacious room contained a fifty-one- inch television screen, two fifty-four-inch ceiling fans, a pinball machine, and a built-in stereo system. He opened with, “Why was your investigation centered on Vernon James and no one else?”
“Thomas and I caught James in insignificant lies early in the investigation. If he'd lie about insignificant things, he'd lie about important things, like murder,” Malloy said.
“Just because Vernon James is a liar and pervert, doesn't make him a murderer,” Harmon replied.
“Maybe not, but James was also obsessed with obtaining personal articles of Lorena's,” Malloy said.
“You mean her diary and the letters she sent to Dorothy Connors?” Harmon asked. “Perhaps Vernon wanted those items for fear of public humiliation, or blackmail from the teenagers.”
“That's possible, but everything pointed to Vernon James from where I stood,” said Malloy, chug-a-lugging his beer.
“There are several witnesses.”
“Yeah, and one of those witnesses is your girlfriend. The others are drunks, bums and drug users,” Malloy stated, adamantly.
“Well, then, explain the father and son witnesses who saw a man fitting your description emerging from the cornfield, where the limbs were found, early morning on October 14th,” Harmon said. “And those two men were acquainted with you for years.”
“I was nowhere near that cornfield on the evening of October 14th nor the morning of October 15th,” Malloy said firmly.
“Then where were you at the time of the murders?”
Malloy replied, “Um...er...with...uh...a lady friend.”
“And I'm sure she'll vouch for you,” Harmon said.
Sitting back, Malloy said. “Lorena had a lot of men mad at her.”
“Were you one of them?” Harmon asked.
“Me and Lorena had a couple of good times, that's all it was.”
“One of those good times got you canned, didn't they?”
“Like I said, there were mistakes made,” Malloy confessed.
“That's the understatement of the year,” Harmon scoffed. “First you seduce the dead girl just before her demise, destroy evidence, then refuse to look at other suspects. Are you hiding something?”
“Look, we're through talking. My statement is in writing at the Sheriff's Department. If you want to discuss anything further, do it through my attorney.”
Reviews for “Murder Most Foul”
1. 5 ***** BTS Magazine-December 2013 Issue 17- Reviewer Marie Haney
Review: The author recreates the scenes with dramatic fashion, adding characters that are so realistic; it feels like you're living the moment right along with them. She is a wonderful storyteller, paying attention to every intricate detail and leaving you hanging onto every word. If you're a fan of crime thrillers, this book will definitely not disappoint!
2. Goodreads author James gives "Murder Most Foul" 5***** on March 2013
Review: What can I say about this book? I absolutely loved it. It is one of those books that when you start it is very hard to put down. Everything is very descriptive and exciting it will always keep your interest peaked for more. Maybe the only way it could be better for me is reading it aloud to others around a campfire. It is a wonderfull read. Well done JoAnne Myers, well done.
3. Goodreads author Emily Capeles gives "Murder Most Foul" 4 **** on June 2013
I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint.
When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at: booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
3 fun facts about JoAnne:
1. I have commissioned a writer/director to transform Murder Most Foul into a screenplay, so that I may offer it to production companies as a film project.
2. When I was 5 years old, my mother had me believing that if I ate magic hay, I would turn into a horse. I was crushed when I discovered that untrue.
3. In the late ‘90’s I lost so much weight, that one evening while wearing a black dress, to a bar, I sneezed and my underwear fell to my ankles. All I could do was laugh along with the on-lookers.
Other books by JoAnne:
"WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology
"LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology
"THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY," a biography true-crime
“POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN”
"TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology
“FLAGITIOUS,” a crime/mystery anthology
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I laughed like crazy about your funny facts. Magic hay...funny, too.
thank you gladys for commenting. It really means a lot to me. All the best to you.
Funny facts. One time I lost a slip.
Enjoyed reading the comments. I liked horses as a kid on the rancj
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