For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Jordan McAllister, and I always seem to get my cute little tushie in trouble, no matter where I go.

So, my wacky group of friends and I were invited to opening weekend at a new casino in Oklahoma, compliments of our friend from New York, the famous celebrity chef, George Christakis. We met George on a cruise ship where we both judged a cooking contest (Murder for the Halibut.)

Ha! Those of you who know me are cracking up right now. Me judging a cooking contest is like a five year old judging a writing contest. Who else would eat calf glands, thinking they were chicken nuggets, then nearly hurling on stage after finding out they were definitely not McDonald’s.

And what could possibly happen at a casino, you ask? Again, those of you who do know me are shaking your heads right now. You know I have a knack for snooping out danger, and that my crazy friends—aka, partners in crime—are always right there beside me.

On our first night at the casino, I noticed something fishy going on at the blackjack table with hundred-dollar poker chips. You’d think I would’ve minded my own business and not be so judgy, watching an elderly woman losing what I believed was her entire Social Security check.

Oh no! That’s not how I roll.

Growing up with four macho brothers in Amarillo, I had to learn how to play poker and blackjack at an early age or lose my allowance to those dudes every week. There was no playing Candyland or Monopoly at our house.

I wanted to help the woman out, but I knew this was highly discouraged around the tables.

So, I bit my tongue as I watched her play badly and lose a bundle. Imagine how surprised I was to see her cash out over seven grand at the cashier’s cage. I figured the woman was probably a heiress with money to burn.

Boy was I surprised. . .or was I?

All that was going on while the casino celebrated Cinco de Mayo with one of my friends teaching George’s New York chefs how to cook real Tex-Mex. Along with the cultural dancing, Tejano music, and the spectacular food, the weekend was a blast—until it wasn’t.

Did I mention the Chihuahua races? Oh Lordy, those little cuties dressed in tutus and tuxedos the colors of the Mexican flag, were the highlight of the weekend. If only I could bottle up some of that cuteness, the world would never need anti-depressants.

But I digress. Along the way, I met up with a local rancher who believed the casino property was stolen from him. Naturally, I had to help him. Oh boy! When will I learn to mind my own business?

Enchi Lotta Bodies, A Jordan McAllister Mystery #6
Genre: Cozy
Release: September 2022
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Jordan McAllister and her quirky friends are celebrating Cinco de Mayo this year at a new casino in Oklahoma, compliments of recent acquaintance—famous New York chef George Christakis. With margaritas flowing and Mexican cuisine piled high, the weekend promises to be one big party. However, Jordan can’t help herself and snoops her way into a scheme involving casino chips. The stakes are raised when the lead singer of the casino band turns up missing and more than one person has motive to want her out of the picture. It’s assumed the high-maintenance woman ran off with the CFO of the casino, especially when it’s revealed they were having a tryst, and that he’s also gone missing.

But after a local rancher, who believes the casino property was stolen from him, makes a scene at the resort and ends up in the secluded wine room with a gun to his head and Jordan as his sidekick, it becomes obvious that losing a few bucks at the blackjack table may be more than either of them gambled on.

About the author
Liz Lipperman started writing many years ago, even before she retired from the medical field. Her debut cozy series, published first as The Clueless Cook series and then later as the Jordan McAllister Mysteries, tells the story of a wannabe sportswriter who ends up in a small town in Texas as the culinary expert despite the fact that her skills in the kitchen stop at fried bologna sandwiches. Liver Let Die was followed by Beef Stolen Off, Murder for the Halibut, Chicken Caccia-Killer, and Smothered, Covered & Dead, a novella. Enchi-Lotta Bodies, the sixth book in that series, was released on September 13th. The Garcia Girls Mysteries, a soft-boiled, paranormal mystery series written as Lizbeth Lipperman and earlier titled Dead Sister Talking, debuted later with Heard it Through the Grapevine, Jailhouse Glock, Mission to Kill, and Rock Around the Corpse. Also writing as Lizbeth Lipperman, she published Mortal Deception and Shattered, both Romantic Mysteries. Her first military romantic thriller, SWEEPERS: Die Once More released in October of last year, along with a prequel, SWEEPERS: A Kiss to Die For. To contact her, go to lizlipperman.com.

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