Monday, May 23, 2016

Catch a Clue - Find New Authors

Every Monday catch a clue about a new to you mystery, thriller, or suspense book or author. 

Authors: In comments give readers a five sentence passage from one of your books. 

genre (mystery, thriller, suspense)
buy link
Website or Amazon Author page link. 

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Ellen Byron said...

by Ellen Byron

Ellen Byron Writes

Lia took a seat next to Maggie and began filling gris-gris
bags. She pulled a safety pin out of a box on the table and
then took a tiny black bag that smelled like anise and pinned
it inside Maggie’s tank top above her heart.
“Oh please, Lia. I am so not in the mood for love these
“It’s not for love.”
Maggie, feeling uneasy, looked at her cousin. “Then what
is it for?”
“Protection,” Lia said grimly. “From evil.”

Paty Jager said...

His departure lessened the tension in her shoulders and lightened the air. She walked over to the altar and ran her hands over the polished stone. Cold chilled her back. Her mind numbed as fear and regret entered her chest.
What did it feel like to be placed upon this stone and know that you would never see another day or embrace love?

Secrets of a Mayan Moon
Romantic Suspense/ Action Adventure
by Paty Jager

JB Schroeder said...

UNHINGED (Book 1 in the Unlikely Series)
JB Schroeder
Romantic Suspense

“This is where I live,” Tori said. Stop pursuing me. We have nothing in common.”
Aiden had been fighting this attraction to her since the moment he saw her steaming with frustration, cheeks flushed, in the checkout line of his store. Finally, he’d decided to ignore the warning bells and just…see.
And here she was saying no. Didn’t she know what a challenge did to him?
Aiden shrugged. “Homes. Cars.”
He tucked a piece of hair that had escaped back behind her ear, then slid his hand to her nape and tugged her closer, forcing her outstretched arm to bend at the elbow. Tenderly, except now he held her fast.
“They’re just trappings, Tori.”

Thank you, Paty!!! This is cool!

Patg said...
“What other ghost?”
“The ones in the hallway.”
He shook his head and shrugged.
“So, who are you?”
“Well, that’s my son living in the next apartment.”
“So you are the policeman who disappeared at the same time as the ghost in the hallway was murdered?”
“Really?” Pauly nodded. Pauly shrugged. “Do you know who murdered that one?” Pauly shook her head. “Could be the same person that murdered me.”

Josie Brown said...

by Josie Brown
(Political Thriller)
Apple iBooks:

“It was an unseasonably warm New Year’s Eve, and the throbbing mass of partygoers centered around the fountain at the Bellagio was for the most part feeling no pain.

One in particular was especially numb. His captors had made sure of it, doping him up with a cocktail of drugs—a potent mix of zombie cucumber, scopolamine, and some botulism thrown in for good measure—that left him too paralyzed to move, to speak, to cry, let alone to shout out to the crowd that he was, quite literally, a ticking time bomb.

As the Bellagio’s famous fountain pulsated to the sensual sounds of Sinatra, Carlos Rodriguez glared hard at those around him in the hope that someone—anyone—might be able to read the fear in his eyes, if not for his sake, then for the rest of them.

Illuminated in the hotel’s many roving spotlights, their faces melded into a living collage: flirting, blowing horns, laughing, and screaming.

He tried to scream, too, but nothing came out—not a whisper; the drugs ensured that.

Then there it was—the countdown: 58...57...56...”

Leslie Langtry said...

by USA Today Bestseller, Leslie Langtry

Genre: Comedy/Mystery



If anyone requests "Ukulele Lady," I'm out of here. I'm not going to do it. Not again. Not for the millionth time. Is that the only song tourists know? Yeesh. Please, tiki god of the Ukulele, don't let me kill a tourist today.

"'Ukulele Lady!'" a dumpy, middle-aged man in a Frankie Goes to Hollywood T-shirt screams. He gives me a knowing nod with his balding head to indicate he's the only one in the room who knows true Hawaiian culture.

I hate him. I imagine bludgeoning him with my koa wood uke.

But I don't. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of koa wood? Well…I don't know either, but I'd guess it isn't easy.