July 2017 Releases

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July 1
Blood Red, White and Blue by Kathleen Delaney (Mary McGill #3)

July 3
The Steel Shark by Rebecca Cantrell (Joe Tesla #4)

July 4
Sowed to Death by Peg Cochran (Farmer’s Daughter #2)
A Panicked Premonition by Victoria Laurie (Psychic Eye #15)
The Fiesta Burger Murder by Rosie A. Point (Burger Bar) *new series*
Lions and Tigers and Murder, Oh My by Denise Swanson (Devereaux’s Dime Store #6)

July 8
Murder at the Male Revue by Elizabeth Perona (Bucket List #3)

July 10
Familiar Trouble by Carolyn Haines (Familiar Legacy) *new series*

July 11
Another Man’s Ground by Claire Booth (Branson #2)
30-Second Death by Laura Bradford (Tobi Tobias #2)
Down a Dark Road by Linda Castillo (Kate Burkholder #9)
Death in D Minor by Alexia Gordon (Gethsemane Brown #2)
The Fifth Reflection by Ellen Kirschman (Dot Meyerhoff #3)
To Kill a Hummingbird by J.R. Ripley (Bird Lover’s #4)
Betrayal at Iga by Susan Spann (Hiro Hattori #5)
Bikinis and Bloodshed by Anne Marie Stoddard (Aloha Lagoon #5)

July 18
Blame by Jeff Abbott
Killer Party by Lynn Cahoon (Tourist Trap #9)
Dead Storage by Mary Feliz (Maggie McDonald #3)
Collared by David Rosenfelt (Adam Carpenter #14)
Room For Doubt by Nancy Cole Silverman (Carol Childs #4)
A Distant View of Everything by Alexander McCall Smith (Isabel Dalhousie #11)
Divas, Diamonds & Death by Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens (Danger Cove Pet Sitter #2)

July 22
The Golden Hour by Marni Graff (Nora Tierney #4)

July 25
A Toast to Murder by Allyson K. Abbott (Mack’s Bar #5)
Paradise Valley by C.J. Box (Highway Quartet #4)
Wrong Side of the Paw by Laurie Cass (Bookmobile Cat #6)
Deadfall by Linda Fairstein (Alexandra Cooper #19)
Addressed to Kill by Jean Flowers (Postmaster #3)
Fatal Threat by Marie Force (Fatal #11)
Muffin To Fear by Victoria Hamilton (Merry Muffin #5)
Knot What You Think by Mary Marks (Quilting #5)
Murder at Chateau sur Mer by Alyssa Maxwell (Gilded Newport #5)
The Painted Queen by Elizabeth Peters and Joan Hess (Amelia Peabody #20)
Fire and Ashes by Elaine Viets (Death Investigator Angela Richman #2)

My Musing ~ Leave It to Cleaver by Victoria Hamilton

Leave It to Cleaver by Victoria Hamilton is the sixth book in the “Vintage Kitchen” mystery series. Publisher: Beyond the Page, June 23, 2017

In the brand-new Vintage Kitchen Mystery from the author of White Colander Crime, someone with an old grudge decides it’s time to bury the hatchet . . .

Vintage cookware and cookbook collector Jaymie Leighton has agreed to help her sister clear out the house of a deceased older neighbor, and she’s thrilled at the prospect of discovering antique kitchenware and other treasures—until she opens a vintage trunk in the cellar and finds the remains of a teenage girl with a cleaver buried in her skull. When the body of a second girl is found just days later in a nearby river, the clues all indicate that the crimes are connected—and that the culprit’s motives are hidden in the past.

Jaymie just wants to cut and run, but the victims were both high school classmates of her sister when they disappeared, and that makes Jaymie the perfect person to help the local police investigate the killings. As she dredges up old memories and even older rivalries and jealousies, her list of suspects grows. But Jaymie knows she’ll have to whittle it down to just one, and fast, because someone has decided to cut their ties to Jaymie—in the most fatal of ways . . .

Includes a vintage recipe!

I love this story where the past and present collided in the staging of this well-executed story. The mystery was tightly woven keeping me immersed in all that was happening from the discoveries of the bodies, to the recollection of the past and to the present where a killer lurks in plain sight. I like how this was set up with a slew of suspects and clues that had to be deciphered the more Jaymie dug deeper into the evidence that would eventually lead to the killer’s identity. The author had a way with the narrative bridging the gap between the decades and putting me in the middle of both time periods which felt rather comfortable not losing any steps in this storyline. Boasting a great cast of characters, engaging dialogue with a small-town atmosphere, this is the best book in this fabulous series and I can’t wait to see where we go next with Jaymie and her friends.

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FTC Full Disclosure – I received a digital ARC of this book from the publisher via NetGalley.

My Musing ~ The Tell-Tale Tarte by Maya Corrigan

The Tell-Tale Tarte by Maya Corrigan is the fourth book in the “Five Ingredients” mystery series. Publisher: Kensington, June 27, 2017

It s a cold January in the Chesapeake Bay area, but Cool Down Cafe manager Val Deniston has plenty to sweat over like catering a book club event, testing recipes for her Granddad s cookbook, and catching the author of a deadly tale of murder. . .

The last thing Val needs in her life is an unsolved murder, especially when the victim, an actor famed for impersonating Edgar Allan Poe, happens to be dressed exactly like her Granddad. To keep an eye on Granddad, whose latest job takes him to the home of Rick Usher, a local author inspired by Poe, Val gets herself hired as a cook in Rick s House of Usher. When she discovers the actor wasn’t the only one doing an impersonation, separating the innocent from the murderous becomes a real-life horror story. But Val must decipher a killer s M.O. sooner rather than later . . . or she can forget about finding poetic justice.

Includes 6 delicious five-ingredient recipes!

I love this book with its five-ingredient recipes and five clues that blends together perfectly to bring me a delightfully engaging whodunit that whets my appetite for more stories. The story was set at a comfortable pace that flowed easily from chapter to chapter keeping me engrossed in all that was happening as Val sought to clear her boyfriend’s name and protect her grandfather from an unknown killer. This well-written mystery was nicely done with a homage to Poe in how certain characters were portrayed and where everyone was suspect. Adding strategically placed twists and turns enhanced the telling of this tale and making this one of the best book in this endearing series.

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FTC Full Disclosure – I received an Advanced Reader Copy (ARC) from the author.

A day and night in the life with Sidonie “Sid” Rubin by Stefani Deoul

So I hear the usual ping. Which may not sound strange to you but it is for me. I mean, I can pretty much account for all my usual peeps—every one of them gets their own ping tone. So it’s not one of them.

And I know I should ignore it. But I can’t. I mean it’s probably spam. Or maybe even a wrong number.

By now I realize some of you might be thinking, “why don’t I just look at the damn phone and get it over with” which would demonstrate to me, that you, would be unaware of my present situation. You see, ever since the night my mother likes to call “l’affaire of the LARP” my electronic toys have been placed in durance vile – aka jail – aka the far wall of the living room of the apartment where the guards – aka my parental unit – sleep right along the other side of that wall.

Sleep. That’s what I should do. I should ignore the ping and go back to sleep. I look up at my glow-in-the-dark constellations strewn across my ceiling, seeking out Andromeda, “the chained lady”. I do love a bit of irony.

And you know I might have made it back to sleep, but for the follow-up ping. You know, the second one, reminding me I’ve missed the first one. And that’s the one that gets me. Which I suppose is the point. But that would be a debate for another night.

Tonight, it’s time for the Pink Panther sneak. I pull on my thickest socks, cue the theme song in my head and get my toes tipping. I remind myself to stick as close as possible to the walls. I read somewhere floorboards are more prone to squeak in the middle.

I peer around the corner. There it is. My contraband phone. Resting against my laptop, teasing, taunting, a mere two-sofa lengths away.

I wait, hidden against the hallway wall. I count to sixty. Inhale. I am so Ripley on a mission. Exhale. Go!

I pull the phone from its cord. The light blindingly flashes on. Fluck me! I freeze for just a second, gather my nearly exploded nerves and tip-toe-tear-the-heck out of there.

Victory. . .                                                                                                                                 . . . Of a sort.

I slide down to the floor, use my blanket to create a walled city of darkness and turn my phone on. It’s 3:20AM.

I look to see who pinged me. It’s a blocked number. But the two-line preview to the message leaves little doubt they know me. “Sid. . .thought you should see this.”

“Curiouser and curiouser said Alice.”

You know that might be a great quote for Mr. Clifton’s final exam!

No. Not now. Now is not the time to digress.

Time. That’s it. I look at the time on the message. 2:43AM. Over half an hour gone by already. Of course they didn’t need to be online to send it. They could have used a zillion services to ping me at a predetermined time. But who would pick 2:43 AM? Well, if I think about it, I might—if I wanted to seem casual about it, even if I wasn’t.

And it’s only to me. No Jimmy, Imani, Vikram or Ari. I wonder if this would bother me if I got it at 2:43 in the afternoon and not the middle of the night? But then, how would the sender know for sure when I’d find it?

I feel my arms kind of tingle. And suddenly my neck needs to twist. Maybe this is what people mean when someone says their “spidey senses” are at work?

All right Sid! Enough! You’ve risked being sentenced to permanent isolation for this. Open the attachment.

It’s a picture. Of a large purse, open at the top with what looks like the edge of a passport just peering out. And I don’t understand it. Why would I want to see this?

Talk about deflation.

WWVD, Sid! What would Velma do?

There must be something I am not seeing. So I two-finger enlarge and I two-finger enlarge again. End result is the checkered pattern gets fuzzier and fuzzier. I circle the edges, but there’s nothing there I can make out other than some kind of white wall and maybe an edge of a marble table thing?

And somewhere I must have drifted off, because enshrouded in my blanket tent, I do not see it, but I do hear it. Hear what, you ask? I hear the sound of sunrise aka the sound of my demise. It sounds like a very soft knock on my door.


I manage to wince out, “Oui, Mama.”

“It’s 6:30. You have thirty minutes to be ready.” For just a second all is quiet. But I know we’re not done. “And we both know you will come straight home.”

And my night, which began with a ping, ends with a clank. And this time, my jailer will keep her keys just out of reach.

You can read more about Sid in On A LARP, the first book in the NEW “Sid Rubin Silicon Alley Adventure” young adult mystery series.

Question: Do any of you know the truly scary part about being seventeen?

Answer: Your brain doesn’t actually know, understand or care what it can’t do; and, while this sounds great in theory, in my particular case, my under-developed brain apparently didn’t know I couldn’t fly.

So I jumped . . .
And I plummeted . . .

And I promise you, if I somehow manage to survive this act of immature-brain-encased-in-unbelievable-stupidity, I will gladly tell you exactly how I got here.

Which, for the record, is chasing a dark-web killer through the middle of a live action role-playing game, better known as a LARP.

On a LARP introduces readers to teen coder, Sid Rubin, a smartass—and super-smart—high school kid with a strong conscience and a knack for solving problems. This high concept, frenetic ride dives into the fascinating world of interactive role-playing when Sid recognizes the photo of a murder victim during an AP field trip to a police station. What starts out as an Aha! moment soon finds Sid and her unlikely posse of friends chasing a dark web killer through the middle of a live action role playing game. Sid and the gang work to unravel a deeply encrypted mystery while simultaneously enduring pop quizzes, endless Ted Talks, teenage heartbreak, suspicious parents, cosplay, and the irresistible lure of the NYC Public Library.

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Meet the author
Stefani is an award-winning author and television producer. On A LARP is the first book in her new, critically acclaimed, young adult mystery series, A Sid Rubin Silicon Alley Adventure.

Stefani’s debut novel, The Carousel, won numerous awards and her writing has been featured in many publications, including, Curve magazine, Outdoor Delaware and a host of contemporary blogs.

As a television producer her resume includes TV series such as Haven for the SyFy Network, The Dead Zone and Brave New Girl, Dresden Files and Missing.

Along with producing five seasons of Haven, Stefani finally succumbed to the allure of acting, “starring” as the off-camera, and uncredited, radio dispatcher, Laverne. When not traipsing around the world filming, she calls Sarasota, Florida home. Stefani would love you to visit her website at stefanideoul.com and to connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.

All comments are welcomed.

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A day in the life of Agnes Blythe by Maia Chance

The problem is, there are no ordinary days in Bad Housekeeping. Each day is its own unique fiasco.

My name is Agnes Blythe and sure, I may have neglected to do any exercise since I completed my high school P. E. requirement, but I’m in the prime of life. I’m twenty-eight years old. I have a college degree. I am in perfect health if you don’t count cellulite as a medical affliction (I don’t). I can take care of myself. Okay, maybe not in like a bar brawl in Honduras, but every day I pull on the big girl pants.

Which is why after moving back to my hometown, the idea of starting over basically from scratch was alarming. To say the least.

And helping Great Aunt Effie salvage the horror movie-grade wreck that was the Stagecoach Inn? Inconceivable.

Let’s set the scene. My hometown of Naneda (pop. 13,721) in the Finger Lakes region of Upstate New York is a picture-perfect college town. Trees arch over big lawns and lovely homes. Think prize-winning roses, picket fences, porch swings, and lifetime subscriptions to This Old House magazine for every mailbox, and you’re on the right track. Main Street is like a television sitcom set thanks to the Naneda Historical Society and its draconian ordinances. In leaf-peeping season the entire region blazes with Technicolor nostalgia, inspiring even the grimmest city-slickers to buy pounds of maple fudge and drool over the real estate listings in the Naneda Realty window.

Honestly, Naneda is too perfect. Creepily perfect. It’s just asking for trouble.

Bad Housekeeping is my sleuthing initiation story, I guess you could say. Before I tripped on my first dead body, my detective work was confined to playing CLUE and rolling my eyes at Magnum, P. I. reruns.

Hey, things change. People get framed. Seemingly ordinary townsfolk hide hideous secrets. And nerds like me get to save the day.


You can read more about Agnes in Bad Housekeeping, the first book in the NEW “Agnes and Effie” mystery series.

When 28-year-old Agnes Blythe, the contented bifocals-wearing half of an academic power couple, is jilted by her professor boyfriend for the town Pilates instructor, her future is suddenly less than certain. So when her glamorous, eccentric Great Aunt Effie arrives in town and offers a job helping to salvage the condemned Stagecoach Inn, what does Agnes have to lose? But work at the inn has barely begun when the unlikely duo find the body of manipulative Kathleen Todd, with whom Agnes and Effie both have recently had words. Words strong enough to land them at the top of the suspect list.

The pair have clearly been framed, but no one else seems interested in finding the real murderer and Agnes and Effie’s sleuthing expertise is not exactly slick. Nevertheless, they’re soon investigating a suspect list with laundry dirtier than a middle school soccer team’s and navigating threats, car chases, shotgun blasts, and awkward strolls down memory lane.

In Bad Housekeeping, the first novel in the Agnes and Effie cozy mystery series by Maia Chance, danger mounts, deadlines loom, ancient knob-and-tube wiring is explored, and the ladies learn a thing or two about the awful, wonderful mistake that is going back home.

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About the author
Maia Chance writes mystery novels that are rife with absurd predicaments and romantic adventure. Her first mystery, Snow White Red-Handed was a national bestseller. 2017 titles include Bad Housekeeping, Gin and Panic, and The Trophy Wives of Alpenrose. She lives on a soggy island in Washington State, where she plays laundress and cook to two imperious children and a cat, and takes secret solace in chocolate, amusing books, and vintage cocktails.

Visit her at maiachance.com and on Facebook.

All comments are welcomed.

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A day in the life with Laurel Beacham and a Jack Hawkes cameo by Ritter Ames

Hello, I’m Laurel Beacham, and with a job title of Art Recovery Expert and head of the London office of a venerable American art foundation, I’m not one for math and science theory. I leave that kind of hocus pocus for Nico, the gorgeous geek on my team. No, I’m more an arts and humanities girl, myself. However, I must admit the old rule about every action yielding an equal—and definitely opposite—reaction held true in my latest venture into art reclamation.

In other words, no good theft goes unpunished.

I probably should add here that I only steal things that have already been stolen. To return them to the rightful owner. Which is exactly what Nico and I were doing when we made a quick trip to France on a midnight foray. Thank goodness my climbing skills didn’t fail me.

When I made it back to London, I found out . . . My, my, how the tables can turn. And turn quickly.

No, this recovery wasn’t a sanctioned job by my boss at The Beacham Foundation in New York. This kind of mission never is. The official duties of my job entail more standard skills like negotiation, research, following clues, diplomatic discussions, and trailing the kind of ephemeral information I gain through a vast network of contacts—from Vatican sources to snitches on the street, through renowned art historians to shady contacts who go by aliases instead of legal names. One must be extremely flexible about knowing who to trust in my job and when, until I can locate stolen or lost masterpieces and circuitously return them via official channels.

Yet, sometimes speed is of the essence, making another rule apply in such clandestine instances: she who waits often loses the painting for good.

“That’s your motto, eh?”

Oh, hello, Jack. Let me introduce my. . .partner. . .would you say? This is Jack Hawkes.

“I would say partner. Though the term implies we always share information, so I can’t completely believe you think of us that way, Laurel.”

Like you haven’t ever held back intel. And still don’t.

“Fine. I’ll give you points for trying, if you’ll favor me with the same.”

Sure. Is that your phone ringing or mine?

“It’s my mobile. I’ll take this outside.”

Please do.

Good, he shut the door. And before you ask, Jack doesn’t work for the foundation, but he’s now an integral part of the four-person Beacham London team—though he’s actually the only Brit.

I thought at first he was a con man working to outmaneuver me on a sanctioned art recovery job, only to find his rap sheet and aliases had been manufactured by British intelligence services. However, his cunning charm and mastery of languages means he’s at home in most every setting. He also has resources that dovetail beautifully with the requirements of my team, though we still rely heavily on Nico for all our hacking needs because it eliminates the necessity for Jack to seek any pesky search warrants. Yes, he and I share the same squishy ethics on some things.

Mostly, Jack watches my back and I reciprocate. He often annoys me when he controls need-to-know info, but because I do the same I can’t really hold that against him anymore. Well, I try not to do so. Okay, it’s a challenge, I admit it, but I’m making an effort.

One thing I’ve learned being around art is that interpretation is all in the perspective. You can’t expect to know everything about a work of art with just one glance, and the same holds true with people. The more I know about a masterpiece or a person, the more I trust my instincts about what each is telling me. Jack isn’t the only person I’ve had to change my opinion on. And with the rate of the crowd around us who are good guys turning into bad, I’m glad I have a team to back me up in day to day operations.

Oh, and that recovery job on the masterpiece in France I mentioned earlier? Well, let’s just say my world quickly rotated on its axis after Nico and I cat burgled the painting back into the mainstream. But I’ll stop here, as I don’t want to give away the game. If you want to tag along with us, pick up a copy of Fatal Forgeries. My job is never the same two days in a row, but I can promise that it’s never boring.

If you’d like to join the adventure, pick up a copy of Fatal Forgeries, recently released by Henery Press on June 6th. I’ll give one signed copy of Fatal Forgeries to one lucky poster—print or e-copy (Kindle or Nook), winner’s choice. To enter, just comment with your favorite work of art. US entries only for print, please. The giveaway ends June 17, 2017. Good luck everyone!

You can read more about Laurel in Fatal Forgeries, the fourth book in the “Bodies of Art” mystery series.

When art recovery expert Laurel Beacham’s personal and professional worlds collide, she learns no good theft goes unpunished. Incomplete intel and a missing source compel her to make a huge mistake, and she’s left with a divided team. Every retrieved masterpiece has a price–and the cost of forgeries can be deadly. This time Laurel could lose not only her best lead, but also her most trusted ally. The stakes have never been higher, forcing her and her partner, Jack, to go on the run, crisscrossing Europe to evade the criminals. Except instead of two masterminds working against them, they realize there might be three. With no time to lose, Laurel and her team must pool their resources and work to set aside their differences before they become the next fatalities.

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About the author
USA Today bestselling author Ritter Ames writes the Bodies of Art Mysteries, her way of coaxing her husband into more European travel for “research.” Visit Ritter at ritterames.com

All comments are welcomed.

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A day in the life with Samantha Cambridge by Carlie Lemont

Hello, my name is Samantha Cambridge. I’m a thirty-year-old artist who was never supposed to do anything other than rule the business world. My parents had sent me to the finest schools they could afford, but after graduating with a business degree, I ran out on my first interview. I couldn’t bear the thought of sensible shoes, business suits, and endless meetings. Oh, those boring business meetings where you plot your own demise, so you won’t have to return.

Instead, I went to an art festival and met my mentor and friend, Desiree. An elderly French woman who taught me the ways of a starving artist. A life I’ve been living since that very day. Now, my days consist of walking my gigantic fur-child Freeway. I found him on the freeway, lost and scared, and fully grown. Or, at least that’s what I thought. Instead, he was a puppy and is now one hundred and eighty pounds of pure Irish Wolfhound love and affection.

I also spend my days mediating peace talks between my two best friends. They have the shops directly to the left and right of mine. Carol, is a no, nonsense woman with a sharp tongue, but a heart of gold. She’ll perform any ceremony as long as it’s legal and no one gets hurt. Her specialty is extreme weddings and dog-christenings. Carol is the Yin to Heidi’s Yang.

Heidi Olson went to school with me and got a business degree as well. During our school-days, she’d taken a DNA test and found out she was 1/120th Navajo and began pursuing their art, clothing, and jewelry with a passion. To make her more believable to the many winter visitors to the warm Arizona weather and open-air Cactus Swap Meet where they worked and sold their products, she wore a wig and used self-tanner to appear more Navajo than she actually was.

With me as the glue that holds us all together, we are inseparable. Our day consisted of bartering and haggling with customers who had way more experience than we do at the art of getting a good deal. That was until the fateful morning I tripped over a dead body in my store. I hadn’t seen him sprawled out on the floor until it was too late. I can still see his high quality Italian leather shoes and well-fitted pants. How had he gotten into my store in the first place?

Things went from bad to worse when my friends and I became the focus of the police investigation. Had it not been for the sexy news reporter, Ulysses Molina, I think I would have lost my mind. Ulysses showed up at my house late one night to go over some key pieces of evidence. But, you won’t believe what happened next.

You can read more about Samantha in Murder at a Discount.

Samantha Cambridge thought the day she tore up her business degree and walked away from the life her family had carefully planned out for her, to pursue her passion as a glass artist was the scariest day of her life.

Boy, was she wrong.

As it happens, the scariest day of her life turned out to be the day she stuck her key in the lock of her struggling flea market shop, intent on opening for business, only to find a mysterious dead guy on the floor.

Now, nothing but scary days loom ahead as she—prime suspect #1—her friends, fellow shop owners, and even her Irish Wolfhound, Freeway, get sucked into the fray. With the help of up-and-coming (and deliciously handsome) reporter, Ulysses Molina, Samantha searches for a killer in the crowd. Will she find the murderer or will hers be the next body found at the flea market?

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Meet the author
Carlie Lemont, is a Midwest transplant to the land of cactus, coyotes, and diamondback rattlesnakes. A traveler and collector of fine-things, she met her big-city husband, Ricardo, in the City of Angels. When she’s not trying to save the world, one geriatric patient at a time, she spends her time drinking coffee, eating pizza, and playing with their two, adorable rescue-dogs. Having an interest in the arts, she also spends quite a bit of time writing and creating beautiful glass mosaics, the flashier the better. Mostly, she enjoys spending time with friends and family who share her sense of humor and are willing to laugh at the most inappropriate times.

All comments are welcomed.