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Double Up with Gretchen Archer

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“What’s going on in D’Iberville, Davis?” My immediate supervisor, Jeremy Covey, a tank of a man—former Mississippi Bureau of Investigation, current head of security at the Bellissimo, future unemployment-benefit recipient—took his seat at our weekly roundtable on that long ago fateful Monday morning.

“Football,” I announced. “We’re getting a football stadium.”

“Stadium?” No Hair asked. (Jeremy Covey was egg bald, which is why I called him No Hair.) (He said bald was the new black.) “Just a stadium?”

“Well, surely a team too,” I said. “What do you think they’ll name it? The Biloxi Gamblers?”

“Has it been announced we’re getting a football team?” My husband, Bradley Cole, didn’t look up from his P&L, which, at the time, was all P. “I haven’t heard a word about a football team. That’d be big news, Davis.”

I dug for the thin notes I had somewhere in my spy bag and introduced them to Elias Johnson, the Johnsung Corporation, the Semi-Pro Football League of America, and Blitz, Inc. Then I rattled off Hyatt Johnson’s vital and record-breaking statistics. “Football,” I said. “What else would it be?”

“I remember that Dallas game.” A goose walked over No Hair’s grave. “The bottom half of that boy’s leg was going the wrong way.”

Bradley looked out the conference room window and across the Bay. “Football?”

The room grew still as we quietly contemplated tailgate parties. At least that’s what I quietly contemplated.

“Anything out of the ordinary on the land purchase?” my husband asked.

“The blind trust is still blind.”

“How’s that out of the ordinary?” he asked.

“Don’t you want to know who owned it?”

“Does it matter?”

“I think it does,” I said. “A mystery man sits on a prime tract of land for decades, turns down a thousand offers, then for some reason, up and sells?”

“What if it was a mystery woman?” No Hair asked.

Bradley was back in his P&L. “Obviously, the seller wants to remain anonymous.”

I poured myself a cup of coffee. “A woman would never sell a bird sanctuary to a football team.”

“If she needed the money, she would,” No Hair said. “Whoever sold that property needed cash. Find someone around here who needed a quick ten million, Davis, and you’ll find the person we can thank for a football team. We’re going to need sky boxes.” He jotted himself a note. “And a corporate suite.”

“We don’t need a corporate suite.” Richard Sanders, owner of the Bellissimo, blew in the door and around the conference table dropping thick glossy folders in front of everyone. “We need deck shoes.” He took his seat and smiled. “We’re going on a cruise.”

It was the first we’d heard of a cruise and the last we heard of football for a long time, because from that moment on, our energies, waking hours, and capital gains were devoted to the Bellissimo’s quarter-billion-dollar investment in a luxury floating casino, the S.S. Probability. That’s a quarter billion. But it was Mr. Sanders’s money. And he could spend it however he wanted, or, as it turned out, lose it however he wanted.

The cruise ship experiment almost put the Bellissimo under, and it wouldn’t go away. In the aftermath of the maiden, and only, Bellissimo-sponsored voyage, the books bled red. We were operating at a loss for the first time since the doors opened. The adventure was behind us, thank goodness, but far from over, because we were defendants in a class action lawsuit opposite forty-eight plaintiffs suing the Bellissimo for “abstruse winnings.” And the irony there was that the forty-eight plaintiffs could buy our operation with the loose billion-dollar bills they pulled out of their pockets and threw down with their Rolls Royce keys at the end of the day. Yet they were suing us, because we couldn’t verify what they’d won or lost in the Probability casino. Thus the abstruse winnings.

Which, ahem, also turned out to be my fault.

My point? We’d known for a year that Blitz bought the Bay. Three months after the papers were signed, we lived in a dust cloud when they brought in fifty bulldozers and cleared the land. A month after that, it was the lead story at five for a week when Blitz bought every Katrina Cottage the Mississippi Emergency Management Agency had been trying to unload for ten years, shipped them in, dropped the mini-houses in the parking lot of a long-defunct Kmart in the next-door town of Gautier, then moved in a construction crew of twelve hundred.

Blitz built a Company Town.

They put La-Z-Boys, Netflix, and pool tables in the empty Kmart.

Why?

I couldn’t begin to answer that question before Blitz made their most disconcerting move: They closed the construction site. They built a twenty-four-foot-tall privacy fence around the fifty-two acres, and another interior privacy fence near the waterline at—I assumed—the stadium site. Visibility zero, guards posted around the clock, and the property just happened to be in a thin strip of nearby Keesler Air Force Base’s no-fly zone, so we couldn’t even get an aerial peek at what Blitz was doing behind the black fences. We never saw it coming because we couldn’t see it coming.

And now the Bellissimo was going under.

Thanks to me.

If I’d been doing my job, I could have stopped it. Or at least slowed it down. At the bare minimum, we could have been prepared. To say I felt responsible was to say there were stars in the sky, the desert was hot, and Bill Gates had a little money in the bank.

There was a reason I’d dropped the ball so hard. In fact, there were two.

The day my husband and I stood on our terrace and watched through binoculars as bulldozers mowed down the Bay was the day we found out we were pregnant. The day the news broke that Blitz bought hundreds of tiny houses from MEMA was the day after Bradley and I learned we were having twins. The day the construction crews rolled in from all over the southeast to occupy Kmart Estates just happened to be the day our general operations and casino manager, Bryant Ramsey, walked off the job. He left a note on his desk: Sanders, Cole, and you too Covey, I’m thrilled to inform you I’m resigning as of this minute. Consider this bridge burned. And when the fences went up, which was when I should’ve dropped everything, I couldn’t drop anything, because I was six-months pregnant with twins cruising the Caribbean on the S.S. Probability.

What happened next would prove to be the worst day ever for the Bellissimo Resort and Casino and the very best day ever for Mr. and Mrs. Bradley Cole. The day the privacy fences came down and the scaffolding shot up, the day Blitz could no longer hide the fact that they weren’t building a football stadium, was the very day our twins were born. Bradley and I became parents to two perfect babies on a Friday morning in July, and the Biloxi Sun Herald headline read, “A Forty-Story Football Stadium? We Don’t Think So.”

From my living room on the twenty-ninth floor of the Bellissimo, I spent the rest of the year breastfeeding, truly, around the clock, and looking through my Celestron 127EQ PowerSeeker telescope watching Blitz build out their hotel-resort-casino. Billboards went up across the Southeast: Blitz. The Best Play.

Question: What was your most memorable moment at a casino? Was it a life-changing jackpot? Did you see Wayne Newton at the Flamingo’s Paradise Garden Buffet? Did you check into your casino hotel room and find baby sharks swimming in the bathtub? (It happened to Davis Way.) If you’ve never been to a casino you can still play. Tell us why you’ve never stayed up all night playing Double Diamond Deluxe. And call Gretchen. Tag along the next time she’s off on a casino research mission. (Hard job. Hard, hard job.)

Random winner will receive a full autographed paperback set of the Davis Way Crime Caper Series. Doubles Whammy, Dip, Strike, Mint, Knot, and Up. US entries only, please. The giveaway ends March 22, 2017. Good luck everyone!


You can read more about Davis in Double Up, the sixth book in the “Davis Way Crime Caper” series.

On behalf of USA Today bestselling author Gretchen Archer and the entire Henery Press crew, welcome aboard flight Double Up. Fasten your seatbelts for non-stop action as stiff competition blows into town and the resulting turbulence threatens to take down the Bellissimo Resort and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. Super Secret Spy Davis Way Cole, who lives on the twenty-ninth floor of the hotel with her CEO husband and newborn twins, takes it hard. If the casino goes belly up, she won’t be a stay-at-home mom because she won’t have a home. Not to mention her husband won’t have a job.

Davis can’t find a way to stop the inevitable end of the Bellissimo life she loves until her ex-ex-mother-in-law shows up, unexpected and definitely uninvited. Davis makes the best of a bad Bea Crawford situation and recruits her for a little corporate espionage work, which would’ve been great, had Bea not turned out to be the world’s worst spy.

Ever.

Seatbacks and tray tables in their upright positions as we prepare for a bumpy ride with babies, bankruptcies, besties, and shrimp. (Shrimp?)

Enjoy your flight.

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About the author
Gretchen Archer is a Tennessee housewife who began writing mysteries when her daughters, seeking higher educations, ran off and left her. She lives on Lookout Mountain with her husband, son, and a Yorkie named Bently. Double Up is the sixth in the Davis Way series published by Henery Press. She’s a USA Today bestseller, and her short story, Double Jinx, available at all eReader retailers, has been nominated for an Agatha Award. Connect with Gretchen at gretchenarcher.com.

All comments are welcomed.

Double Up is available at retail and online booksellers or you can ask your local library to get it for you.

My Musing ~ Double Up by Gretchen Archer

Double Up by Gretchen Archer is the sixth book in the “Davis Way Crime Caper” mystery series. Publisher: Henery Press, March 21, 2017

double-upOn behalf of USA TODAY bestselling author Gretchen Archer and the entire Henery Press crew, welcome aboard flight DOUBLE UP. Fasten your seatbelts for non-stop action as stiff competition blows into town and the resulting turbulence threatens to take down the Bellissimo Resort and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. Super Secret Spy Davis Way Cole, who lives on the twenty-ninth floor of the hotel with her CEO husband and newborn twins, takes it hard. If the casino goes belly up, she won’t be a stay-at-home mom because she won’t have a home. Not to mention her husband won’t have a job.

Davis can’t find a way to stop the inevitable end of the Bellissimo life she loves until her ex-ex-mother-in-law shows up, unexpected and definitely uninvited. Davis makes the best of a bad Bea Crawford situation and recruits her for a little corporate espionage work, which would’ve been great, had Bea not turned out to be the world’s worst spy.

Ever.

Seatbacks and tray tables in their upright positions as we prepare for a bumpy ride with babies, bankruptcies, besties, and shrimp. (Shrimp?)

Enjoy your flight.

Gretchen Archer has done it again. She has delivered another dynamite mystery where nothing is left to the imagination when shrimp is involved. Davis has to work her way through a caper and it’s with her tenacity and determination that sets the stage for this deliriously amusing tale that only Davis Way Cole can be featured.

The strength of the narrative embraced me as the tempo of this page turning drama reached its crescendo knocking me off my feet with the non-stop action that kept me immersed in all that was happening in this fast-moving drama. The author did a brilliant job in capturing the essence of all the players and the roles they played in this wild ride that soared as the stakes got higher and higher. Expertly written with engaging dialogue and a great cast of characters, this is the best and now my favorite book in this terrific series and I can’t wait to see where Davis and the gang take me next.

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

Free From Henery Press – Double Jinx by Gretchen Archer

In celebration of Gretchen Archer’s 2016 Agatha-nominated short story, DOUBLE JINX is free at Instafreebie.

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Davis Way Cole and Nowhere to Go by Gretchen Archer

Double KnotAt midnight, the clock clicking from Saturday to Sunday, I locked the door to my stateroom behind me. I gathered my cat, pajamas, vitamins, toothbrush, and was in a hurry for the bed when I stepped into the gold bathroom and saw an envelope taped to the mirror above the vanity. It was addressed to me. I recognized my name right away; I’ve had it all my life. The problem was—I took slow and steady steps toward the envelope—no one outside 704 knew my name. Correspondence to me aboard Probability should have been addressed to Bianca Sanders. Not Davis Way Cole. I reached for it, curious and apprehensive at the same time. I opened it to find a photograph of my boss, No Hair. My knees gave way and the vanity caught me. Hands bound behind his back, legs secured at the ankles, clothes disheveled, his tie gone and his lower lip split wide open, he was in a straight chair against a wall between two dark porthole windows. No Hair was someone’s prisoner. He looked straight at me when the picture was taken, his eyes apologetic, but everything else about his expression and posture was livid.

My head swam and I saw stars. I backed up to the square porcelain bathtub in the middle of the gold floor and sat down on the wide edge. I read the letter.

Mrs. Cole,

To ensure your safety and that of your guests and loved ones, sit back and settle in, because you’re not leaving your suite. Rest assured no harm will come to anyone as long as you follow these simple instructions: Do not attempt to escape or make contact with anyone. Jeremy Covey will be detained for the duration of the cruise, as will you and your party. You will walk off this ship unharmed if you cooperate.

Unfortunately, the medical staff accompanying you tried to board with controlled substances and was refused passage. They’re not looking for you. Your photography crew has been reassigned. They’re not looking for you. No one is looking for you. There’s no way out. Not only is escape impossible, you will most assuredly jeopardize everyone’s welfare if you attempt any overt attention-seeking endeavors. In other words, Mrs. Cole, don’t start a fire. You’ll burn.

Arrangements have been made to communicate with your husband for you. Should you try to contact him directly and by some miracle succeed, you run the risk of never seeing him again.

Relax, follow these simple instructions, and all will be well. Attempts to escape, alert your husband, the authorities, or other passengers will be met with deadly consequences. It’s up to you.

And that was it.

We were hostages on a luxury cruise liner.


Double Knot is the fifth book in the Davis Way mystery series, published by Henery Press, April 2016.

Super Spy Davis Way sets sail on a Caribbean cruise aboard the MS Probability with fifty billionaires, a boatload of Louis Vuitton luggage, Anderson Cooper, and her mother. (Her mother?) The weather is perfect, the seas are calm, and Suite 704 is spectacular. Until the door slams shut. For good.

Obviously, it’s a system glitch. Surely someone will show up to free Davis, Miss Hawaii, and the creepy staff. But when the minutes turn to hours and the hours stretch into a day, Davis knows it’s up to her. With $50,000 in casino chips, a pot roast, and a crash course in banking, she races against the clock to determine why they’re being held, stop the people behind it, and find a way out.

Secrets are revealed, antiquities are destroyed, and they’re running out of dishes. It’s mayday on Probability when Davis Way realizes that only the truth will set her free.

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About the author
Gretchen Archer is a Tennessee housewife who began writing when her daughters, seeking higher educations, left her. She lives on Lookout Mountain with her husband, son, and a Yorkie named Bently. Double Knot is the fifth in her Davis Way Crime Caper series.

Connect with Gretchen at gretchenarcher.com, @Gretchen_Archer and on Facebook.

Giveaway: Leave comment below for your chance to win a hardcover copy of Double Knot. US entries only, please. The giveaway will end April 19, 2016 at 12 AM EST. Good luck everyone!

All comments are welcomed.

My Musing ~ Double Knot by Gretchen Archer

Double Knot by Gretchen Archer is the fifth book in the “Davis Way Crime Caper” mystery series. Publisher: Henery Press, April 2016

Double KnotSuper Spy Davis Way sets sail on a Caribbean cruise aboard the MS Probability with fifty billionaires, a boatload of Louis Vuitton luggage, Anderson Cooper, and her mother. (Her mother?) The weather is perfect, the seas are calm, and Suite 704 is spectacular. Until the door slams shut. For good.

Obviously, it’s a system glitch. Surely someone will show up to free Davis, Miss Hawaii, and the creepy staff. But when the minutes turn to hours and the hours stretch into a day, Davis knows it’s up to her. With $50,000 in casino chips, a pot roast, and a crash course in banking, she races against the clock to determine why they’re being held, stop the people behind it, and find a way out.

Secrets are revealed, antiquities are destroyed, and they’re running out of dishes. It’s mayday on Probability when Davis Way realizes that only the truth will set her free.

All I can say is “wow.” What a terrific story that was deftly written with great execution that I could not put this book down until the last word was read, as I quickly devoured every aspects of this intensely riveting drama that had my heart pumping and adrenaline rising. Locked in a cabin aboard a luxurious cruise ship takes center stage in the latest exploits featuring Davis Way Cole and it will test all her skills and knowledge to thwart a formidable foe to save her friends and family.

This was a nail-biting exercise for me as the author’s narrative placed me in the middle of all the actions and I watched with great aplomb as Davis and her cohorts step by step did what was necessary to free themselves and the manner in the way it was done was excellent. There were some moments that were humorous (scenes with Jess, Fantasy and her mother) and some that were very emotional (scenes with Fantasy and her mother), and through it all, my eyes were glued to this story to see how this was all going to end.

This is by far the best book in the Davis Way series and I applaud the author for taking this bold step in telling this story.

On The Job With Davis Way Cole by Gretchen Archer

Double MintJeep USA rewarded the top fifty Jeep dealerships in North America by sending the franchise owners and their families to Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii, where they spent two glorious weeks in private villas with names like Kamaole Estates, Hula Paniau, and Wailea Beach. Sixteen-year-old Kiki Logan, whose father owned the Jeep dealership in Jackson, Mississippi, hooked up with seventeen-year-old Austin Griffith, whose father owned the Jeep dealership in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. They lied to their parents in general, but specifically about sneaking out to meet the other. They hid on a strip of secluded beach beside a shallow saltwater lagoon and drank spiked Hawaiian Punch for most of the second week. Fast-forward eight months, and it’s Hele Mai ‘Oe I Ko Maua Male ‘Ana! (We’re Getting Hitched!) and Hāpai Kaikamahine! (It’s a Girl!) at the Bellissimo Resort and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Where I work.

My name is Davis Way Cole. I’m a redhead, a newlywed, and lead investigator on an undercover team for the casino, which is to say I, along with my partners Fantasy Erb and Baylor (just Baylor, like Batman), perform workplace duties no sane person would ever agree to. Tonight’s impossible task? The Hawaiian Jeep wedding.

The families were bitter rivals and sworn enemies from way back who couldn’t agree on anything, much less a wedding venue, so the wedding was booked on our neutral ground. Huge wedding. The $100,000 package. It was all so Romeo and Juliet.

The mother of the bride and the mother of the groom raised all kinds of hell in the weeks leading up to the wedding, which was nothing compared to the fits they pitched when they checked in and began tearing it up in person. Our special events coordinator, Holder Darby—mid-fifties, ’80s big hair, wears Birkenstock clogs every single day of the year—who’d been with the Bellissimo booking, organizing, and being paid very well for coordinating every wedding, reunion, and conference since 1996, walked off the job. She didn’t show up for work Wednesday or Thursday, and finally on Friday, the day of the rehearsal dinner, Human Resources tracked her down. Holder told them she would never set foot in the Bellissimo again, ever, she’d had it with being bullied, threatened, and strong-armed by Groom’s Mother, send her last paycheck via the United States Postal Service, and don’t call back. All because of a Hello Kitty cake.

Until she could be replaced, Holder’s job fell in my lap. Starting with the Hawaiian wedding. Mission? To keep the Jeep people from killing each other over a Hello Kitty cake. Here’s how stupid this fight is: The groom’s cake is a towering Minecraft number garnished with diamond, emerald, and eyeball cupcakes.

The ballroom was split down the middle. The families marked their territories with two completely different decors, menus, and live entertainment. This marriage was doomed.

We made it through dinner without incident, the Hello Kitty cake was cut and served without bloodshed, and it looked like we were home free when the very pregnant bride propped her swollen feet in a chair and the older Jeep guests began nodding off. It was the dance bands who started the war. The lead singers began arguing from their respective stages over headset microphones. Ugly things about each other’s questionable paternity. F-bombs all over the place. In the blink of an eye, thirty musicians were off those stages and in a pile on the dance floor, fists and bass guitars flying. Every wedding guest under the age of sixty hit the dance floor and joined in.

Fantasy and I, on opposite sides of the brawl, spoke via earpieces.

“Where’s Baylor?” I asked. “He needs to get in there and break it up.” A man’s shoe flew in front of my face. Then a bridesmaid’s bouquet.

“Need some help over here, Davis.”

I hopped on a chair and spotted Fantasy across the ballroom. She was wrestling a fire extinguisher away from a wedding guest who was trying to run out on the dance floor with it.

Good idea. I pulled my phone from my pocket, hacked the Bellissimo’s building management control system, and turned on the sprinklers. Five alarm, full blast, make it rain.

It took until midnight to get the soggy guests sorted and disposed of. Thirteen were hauled off to jail, including five from the Top 40 band, two from the Jazzy Lounge band, and just the one Groom’s Mother. The other guests were sent to their hotel rooms, with the bride and her family traveling via ambulance to Biloxi Regional Medical Center where she delivered a seven-pound five-ounce baby girl. The whole time, a cleaning crew pushed industrial wet-dry vacs through the ballroom. The groom was finally located in a guest room with a Hello Kitty bridesmaid, dry as a bone. I didn’t get home until one in the morning, and when I did, I woke up my husband.

“Bradley.” I climbed into the warm bed. “You have to call Holder Darby and make her come back to work.”

He pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead. “You have frosting in your hair.”


You can read more about Davis in Double Mint, the fourth book in the “Davis Way Crime Caper” series, published by Henery Press. The first three books in the series are Double Whammy, Double Dip and Double Strike.

GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment by 12 a.m. eastern on July 28 for the chance to win a signed hardcover copy of Double Mint plus swag. The giveaway is open to U.S. residents only. Winner will be notified within 48 hours after giveaway closes and you will have three days to respond after being contacted or another winner will be selected.

About the author
Gretchen Archer is a Tennessee housewife who began writing when her daughters, seeking higher educations, ran off and left her. She lives on Lookout Mountain with her husband, son, and a Yorkie named Bently. Double Mint is the fourth Davis Way Crime Caper. You can visit her at www.gretchenarcher.com.

My Musing ~ Double Mint by Gretchen Archer

Double MintDouble Mint by Gretchen Archer is the fourth book in the “Davis Way” caper mystery series. Publisher: Henery Press, July 2015

It’s convention season at the Bellissimo Resort and Casino and Davis Way Cole barely notices. It’s hard to pay attention when you live in a Jambalaya Junkyard. But when Special Events Coordinator Holder Darby walks off the job just as five hundred Alabama bankers pour in the front door, Davis steps up.

Or would that be in? Definitely in. Davis steps in. It.

Not only has the convention director vanished, but a certain Bellissimo guest is missing. One who forgot to pack the million dollars he left in the bathtub. It looks like our redhead newlywed Super Secret Spy’s lazy summer is over when the Bellissimo vault is robbed. Can Davis connect the dots before it’s too late? Can she get her Taser gun back from Bianca Sanders? Will she be stuck with Eddie Crawford’s 1962 Cadillac forever? What Davis needs is a little faith. And a lot of luck.

DOUBLE MINT.
New money. Old sins. Back to jail. And a cat.
(A cat?)
Break the Bank.

Love it! Davis has made her Way in this delightfully entertaining tour de force. The author’s descriptive and creative narrative pulled me in immediately in this fun-filled and action-packed drama that quickly became a page turner as I could not put this book down until the last sentence was read. The latest caper has Davis on full alert scrambling to solve a puzzling and intricate case that had ties to a missing event planner, a banker’s convention, a mint load of loot, and winning slot machines and when it is all put together, I was on a dazzling and fast-paced ride that I did not want to come off. Hilarity ensued as antics after antics and escapades after escapades kept me constantly engaged as the mystery of who was doing what to whom took hold and came full circle with some surprising results. This is the best one yet in this series and I can’t wait to see what happens next with Davis and her friends.

Viva Las Vegas with Davis Way by Gretchen Archer

Double StrikeWelcome to the Bellissimo Resort and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi, where dreams come true, especially if you dream of going flat broke at a five-star resort on the beach. If that’s your dream, come see me, but be warned: For every sane person who walks into this casino, nine crazies follow.

My name is Davis Way, I’m a Super Secret Spy for the Bellissimo, and my job is to keep the crazies at bay. A tall order most days. For the last twelve days, our team of three—me, my partner Fantasy, and our man-child Baylor, who Fantasy and I have joint custody of—have been chasing down Crazy Hat Lady. Three of us, one of her, twelve long days. CHLady has been loose in the casino (freaking everyone out) bewitching gamblers and taking their good luck. (Eighty years old, has outrun us seventy-nine times.) (She’s back at Sea Breeze Elder Care where she belongs and this time with an alarm in her hat.) It got to the point of humiliating that between me, Fantasy, and Baylor, we couldn’t catch the old bird. One day we came close. We had her cornered in a gift shop.

“Ma’am,” I said, “you can’t go around the casino pulling people’s good luck hair out of their head. It hurts and it’s rude.”

“And kicking total strangers with those hiking boots of yours doesn’t knock the good luck out of them either,” Fantasy told her.

While we were distracting her with our sage advice, Baylor was bringing up the rear to tackle her. That old woman had eyes in the back of her crazy hat. She grabbed a ceramic fish serving platter off a display shelf and tried to beat the stew out of Baylor with it, cracking it over his head. So here’s some advice: If you’re in the casino and you suspect the person beside you is cra cra, nine out of ten times you’re right. And if you’re playing a slot machine, minding your own business, and all of a sudden one strand of hair is painfully plucked from your head, it means Crazy Hat Lady has chewed through her Sea Breeze Elder Care leash. Again.

More Bellissimo advice? You got it.

*Never split tens. For one, you already have a winning hand. For another, everyone at the blackjack table will be mad at you.

*Don’t try to beat up slot machines. Really, don’t.

*For the last time, no, the casino can’t cash your Home Depot gift certificate.

*You people out there stealing all the hotel pillows, please, think about it. Why do you want a pillow 400 people have slept on?

*The best sandwiches at the Bellissimo are at Shakes, the ice cream parlor. I’m not sure what a chipotle is, but it’s very good on a sandwich.

*There is no positive outcome to a casino scenario that includes Red Bull and vodka.

*Baccarat is a violent game. Those Baccarat players have anger issues.

*Anything can happen. We had a girl here last week who’d been left at the altar. It was to have been a small wedding, then a three-night honeymoon at the Bellissimo. I met her when the brakes went out on her 1992 Ford Festiva hatchback; the girl and the car wound up in the Bellissimo front fountain. Across the hatch window, in black spray paint, it read, Hit that Bubba. The poor girl, standing in water up to her knees, wearing a wedding dress two sizes too big, mascara everywhere, had twenty-seven dollars to her name. Fantasy and I kept her company while her Festiva was being airlifted out of the fountain. We calmed her down, cleaned her up, and pointed her to the casino. First, she won a car. A brand new Range Rover Sport. Then she was dealt a mini royal in spades at a three-card progressive poker table, netting her a cool $672,480. By Sunday, news of our jilted bride’s good fortune spread around her hometown of Iuka, Mississippi. Bubba showed up, found her in the Bellissimo salon as the finishing touches of her head to toe makeover were being applied. Bubba changed his mind; he was ready to get married. She gave him $500 and a pat on the back. “Bubba, I hope to never lay eyes on you again,” she said, “but try your luck in the casino. Anything can happen.”


You can read more about Davis in Double Strike, the third book in the Davis Way Crime Caper Series, published by Henery Press. The first book in the series is Double Whammy.

GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment by 6 p.m. eastern on October 24 for the chance to win a copy of DOUBLE STRIKE plus a swag pack. The giveaway is open to U.S. residents only. Three lucky winners will be selected at random.

Meet the author
Gretchen Archer is a Tennessee housewife who began writing when her daughters, seeking higher educations, left her. She lives on Lookout Mountain with her husband, son, and a Yorkie named Bently. Double Whammy, her first Davis Way crime caper, was a 2013 Daphne du Maurier Award finalist and hit the USA TODAY bestsellers list.

You can visit her at www.gretchenarcher.com, on Facebook or Twitter.

My Musing ~ Double Strike by Gretchen Archer

Double StrikeDouble Strike by Gretchen Archer is the third book in the “Davis Way Crime Caper” mystery series. Publisher: Henery Press, October 2014

Bellissimo Resort and Casino Super Spy Davis Way knows three things: Cooking isn’t a prerequisite for a happy marriage, don’t trust men who look like David Hasselhoff, and money doesn’t grow on Christmas trees. None of which help when a storm hits the Gulf a week before the most anticipated event in Bellissimo history: the Strike It Rich Sweepstakes. Securing the guests, staff, and property might take a stray bullet. Or two.

Bellissimo Resort and Casino Super Spy Davis Way has three problems: She’s desperate to change her marital status, she has a new boss who speaks in hashtags, and Bianca Sanders has confiscated her clothes. All of which bring on a headache hot enough to spark a fire. Solving her problems means stealing a car. From a dingbat lawyer.

Bellissimo Resort and Casino Super Spy Davis Way has three goals: Keep the Sanders family out of prison, regain her footing in her relationship, and find the genius who wrote the software for futureGaming. One of which, the manhunt one, is iffy. Because when Alabama hides someone, they hide them good.

DOUBLE STRIKE. A VIP invitation to an extraordinary high-stakes gaming event, as thieves, feds, dance instructors, shady bankers, kidnappers, and gold waiters go all in. #Don’tMissIt

In the quirky and eccentric world of Davis Way I found laughter throughout this delightfully humorous tale. The exploits, the antics, the trial and tribulation of doing the right things keeps this story fresh as scene after scene we are guaranteed a fun time with Davis and her friends. What was supposed to happen in Davis’ personal life hits a roadblock and I laughed at her attempts to fix the problem and that’s where we got to meet the craziest people that Davis encounters while also doing her job. Gold paint; bull doo; and a Smerle simply wreaks havoc where laughter and trouble ensues. The author did a great job in providing me with an engaging and entertaining experience in that I’m looking forward to the next exciting escapades with Davis and her friends. #LoveIt #BestOneYet