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.
Excerpt:
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
Author Bio:
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
Contact JoAnne:
Website: Books and Paintings
by JoAnne
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