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A day in the life of astrologer Julia Bonatti by Connie di Marco

My profession isn’t an easy one. Oh, I know, people assume being an astrologer is a snap. They think I just flip on the computer, open my astro program and pull amazing predictions out of the air. Uh uh. Doesn’t work like that.

I have to spend time, sometimes hours, with a natal chart. I have to figure out where a new client is at in their lives, what planetary cycles have occurred, which transits are coming up, and most importantly why they’re coming to see me at this particular time. I can usually figure it out, that’s why I prefer they not tell me why they want an appointment. I’d rather approach the chart without any preconceived notions, look at it with a clear mind.

It’s not psychic power. If they want a psychic, I’d send them to The Mystic Eye to see my colleague Zora. She’s actually a very good psychic, but trust me, I can deal in more detail and not to sound egotistical, but I can also give my clients a plan for the future.

I have some terrific clients. I really do. And most of them are lovely people that I like very much. But then there are the others . . .

The Stone Face Client – this guy won’t move a facial muscle or respond at all. He’ll sit like a statute and not even give a nod of acknowledgement, as if he expects a performance. No no no . . . doesn’t work like that. This is a give and take situation. Even when you say, “Let’s talk about what happened when you were ten.” Still no response. Because I can see it in their chart that something traumatic happened at that point in their life. So then of course, I pretty much have to tell them what happened when they were ten. It’s like chipping away at a mountain of rock. Exhausting!

The Redundant Client – she’ll come back in six months or a year with the very same problem, as if it’s just happened and I know then she didn’t listen to a thing I said at our last appointment. She has not moved on and has not taken my advice, even when I try to change her perspective and point the same thing out in a different way.

The Freebie Client – these are the ones who call on the phone and launch into their latest drama. Because they showed up once for an appointment, they expect free advice for the next ten years.

Now, I’m perfectly happy to repeat what I’ve told them at their last session, but I’m not about to get into anything else unless they want to make an appointment. I mean I’m kind and understanding, but I’m not running a charity.

The Misdirection Client – they arrive with loads of business and career questions, but I know they’re really struggling with a romantic dilemma. When I introduce that subject they bounce back to chatting about their careers, and continue talking as if I hadn’t asked a question. It’s like pulling hen’s teeth.

The No-Show Client – they’ve made an appointment but they’re terrified. They’ll call half an hour before they’re due to arrive (after I’ve done all the work I might add) and cancel with some excuse. What I really love is when they call again, make an appointment and still get cold feet and cancel. I mean, why? I’m not going to bite. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

And that doesn’t take into account my clients who inveigle me into investigations and crime solving. Believe me, I’ve gotten into a lot of trouble trying to help people.

I don’t mean to complain. I really don’t. I love what I do and my clients are, for the most part, terrific people. But you’ll get a taste of some of the things I have to deal with in the Zodiac Mysteries. And just wait till you find out what happens in my next adventure ~ All Signs Point to Murder. I hope I make it through alive. If I do, I’ll never complain about a client again. I swear!

Still, I wouldn’t change my profession for the world!


You can read more about Julia in All Signs Point to Murder, the second book in the “Zodiac” mystery series.

The stars predict a wedding-day disaster, but San Francisco astrologer Julia Bonatti never expected murder.

Julia Bonatti is alarmed by the astrological signs looming over Geneva Leary’s wedding day, but nobody asked Julia’s opinion and being a bridesmaid means supporting the bride no matter what. Even with the foreboding Moon-Mars-Pluto lineup in the heavens, no one’s prepared for the catastrophes that strike: a no-show sister, a passed-out wedding planner, and a lethal shooting in the dead of night.

With anger and grief threatening to tear the Leary family apart, Julia is determined to understand how such a terrible tragedy could have occurred. As she digs deeper into the family’s secrets, her astrological insights lead her to some rather unexpected conclusions.

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About the author
Connie di Marco is the author of the Zodiac Mysteries from Midnight Ink featuring San Francisco astrologer, Julia Bonatti, who never thought murder would be part of her practice. All Signs Point to Murder is the second in the series, released August 8, 2017.

Writing as Connie Archer, she’s the national bestselling author of the Soup Lover’s mystery series from Berkley Prime Crime. You can find her excerpts and recipes in both The Cozy Cookbook and The Mystery Writers of America Cookbook. She is a member of International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.

Connect with Connie at conniedimarco.com, or on Facebook, Twitter and Amazon.

All comments are welcomed.

A day in the life with Dayna Anderson by Kellye Garrett

My name is Dayna Anderson and I used to be famous. But unlike Cinderella and Snow White, my fairy tale didn’t end with happily ever after. Instead, it came crashing down a year and a half ago, and I joined the rest of the mere mortals.

Having had fleeting fame, I’m not recognizable as much as familiar. They just can’t figure out how they know me, so they assume it’s from home. I’ve been from places like Seattle, Omaha, and in one case Wasilla, Alaska. I’ve always said there is at least one black person everywhere. Folks all seem to think that lone integrationist is me.

The familiarity is courtesy of the Chubby’s Chicken chain. For almost two years, I somehow ended every situation—and commercial—with the catch phrase “Don’t think so, boo.” Eighteen months ago, Chubby’s abruptly ended my contract with the all-too-standard “we’re going in a new direction” spiel to my now-former agent. I was fine with it—at first. I just knew there was more in my future than just chicken wings.

I was wrong. Dead wrong. So wrong that I am officially unofficially retired from acting. I’m also officially broke, which especially sucks because my parents’ house is going into foreclosure. It’s not like I’m not looking for a job. I am. I just can’t get hired—not even as a bikini barista.

That’s the only reason I got involved in all of this, I swear. To help Mama and Daddy. I was running out of options. There aren’t too many job opportunities for someone whose only skill is the ability to juggle while speaking in a German accent.

So when I drove past that hit-and-run and saw that LAPD billboard offering a $15,000 for information on the accident, I figured I had two choices: get the reward or become a stripper. And I don’t possess nearly enough inner thigh strength needed to properly work a pole.

Plus, it’s not like I’m trying to solve murder. I’m just trying to remember the car so I can give a description to the police and help them solve it. I’m pretty sure I saw the car that hit Haley Joseph. Problem is I can’t remember what the dang thing looks like. Not that I’m willing to let that stop me from getting that reward money for my parents. I’ve even recruited my best friends Sienna and Emme to help but so far we aren’t having much luck.

Of course, this all would be easier if I wasn’t avoiding him—not so easy when your longtime crush is now Hollywood’s current It Boy and star of the new CBS hit LAPD 90036. I can’t look up without seeing him on a billboard or on my TV. He was there when we drove past the accident. But we haven’t spoken since that night Haley died and it’s all because of a slight misunderstanding involving his hand and my non-stripper-worthy thigh. My friends aren’t even allowed to mutter his name. He’s like Voldemort, except with a nose.

So now I’m doing everything I can to remember the car. Heading back to the crime scene. Talking to witnesses. I even tried hypnosis. I’m determined to get this reward.

I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? Right?

But just as a safety net, maybe I should sign up for the clinical trial that hangs you upside down for two straight hours.


You can read more about Dayna in Hollywood Homicide, the first book in the NEW “Detective by Day” mystery series.

Library Journal’s August Debut of the Month!

Dayna Anderson doesn’t set out to solve a murder. All the semi-famous, mega-broke black actress wants is to help her parents keep their house. After witnessing a deadly hit-and-run, she figures pursuing the fifteen-grand reward isn’t the craziest thing a Hollywood actress has done for some cash.

But what starts as simply trying to remember a speeding car soon blossoms into a full-on investigation. As Dayna digs deeper into the victim’s life, she wants more than just reward money. She’s determined to find the poor woman’s killer too. When she connects the accident to a notorious Hollywood crime spree, Dayna chases down leads at paparazzi hot spots, celeb homes and movie premieres. She loves every second—until someone tries to kill her.

And there are no second takes in real life.

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Meet the author
Kellye Garrett spent 8 years working in Hollywood, including a stint writing for the CBS drama Cold Case. People were always surprised to learn what she did for a living—probably because she seemed way too happy to be brainstorming ways to murder people. A former magazine editor, Kellye holds a B.S. in magazine writing from Florida A&M and an MFA in screenwriting from USC’s famed film school. Having moved back to her native New Jersey, she spends her mornings commuting to Manhattan for her job at a leading media company—while still happily brainstorming ways to commit murder. Her first novel, Hollywood Homicide, is released by Midnight Ink on August 8, 2017.

Connect with Kellye at kellyegarrett.com.

All comments are welcomed.

My Musing ~ Hollywood Homicide by Kellye Garrett

Hollywood Homicide by Kellye Garrett is the first book in the NEW “Detective by Day” mystery series. Publisher: Midnight Ink, coming August 8, 2017

hollywood-homicideDayna Anderson doesn’t set out to solve a murder. All the semi-famous, mega-broke black actress wants is to help her parents keep their house. After witnessing a deadly hit-and-run, she figures pursuing the fifteen-grand reward isn’t the craziest thing a Hollywood actress has done for some cash.

But what starts as simply trying to remember a speeding car soon blossoms into a full-on investigation. As Dayna digs deeper into the victim’s life, she wants more than just reward money. She’s determined to find the poor woman’s killer too. When she connects the accident to a notorious Hollywood crime spree, Dayna chases down leads at paparazzi hot spots, celeb homes and movie premieres. She loves every second―until someone tries to kill her.

And there are no second takes in real life.

From the first page to the exhilarating escapades to that last line, this book took me on a fun ride where a simple desire turns into more than just that and took our heroine and friends on an adventure that kept me entertained and engaged in all aspects of this well-executed drama.

The author took great care in telling this story with a nice tempo that set the stage as the visually appealing narrative kept me glued to the pages as Dayna’s search for a killer took me through the hills of Hollywood with Sienna, Emme and Aubrey bringing up the rear. From a hit and run, to murder, to consignment shopping, to finding clues to calling tip lines to car chases to role-playing to solving a murder to all that Hollywood has to offer is what you’ll find in this enticingly frolicking mystery. A kaleidoscope of amusingly energetic antics provided merriment that enhanced the telling of this tale. Boasting a likable cast of characters, friendly banter and Hollywood as the backdrop, this was very enjoyable and I look forward to more exciting adventures with Dayna and her friends.

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

Cover Reveal ~ 19 Souls by J.D. Allen

I am excited to reveal the cover for the first book in the NEW “Sin City” mystery series from Midnight Ink, coming February 8, 2018.


Title: 19 Souls
Series: Sin City Investigation #1
Genre: Hard-Boiled
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Website: J.D. Allen

Private Investigator Jim Bean is a straightforward, to-the-point man. When his latest client, Sophie Evers, asks him to find her brother Daniel, Jim has no idea how complicated his life is about to become.

Daniel is not Sophie’s brother. He is her most coveted prey. Clinging to the belief that they belong together, Sophie kills Daniel’s real sister to manipulate Jim into flushing Daniel out of hiding. She will create the “perfect life” for the only man she’s ever loved, no matter how many people she must kill along the way.

When Jim discovers the truth about Sophie, he’s driven to set things right before her delusional plan claims even more souls.

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About the author
J.D. Allen (Raleigh, NC) earned a degree in forensic anthropology and creative writing from Ohio State University. She’s also taught other writers on a variety of topics, including the basics of crime scene investigation and the art of public speaking.

A day in the life of Gabby Drake by Leslie Budewitz

My mother likes to say she was born singing.

But me? Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. The only people who know haven’t seen me since I was born, in China, twenty-two years ago. By the time my parents got me and brought me to this country, I hadn’t spoken a word in months.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t not talk on purpose. I was just listening. I like listening.

And somewhere along the way, maybe while my mother was reliving her days in the opera, belting out arias while she cooked, I decided to start singing, too.

So in this life, I sang before I talked. Music unlocked something inside of me. It still does.

When I hold my guitar—a Gibson L-200 like Emmylou Harris plays—when I hold it, my heartbeat slows and matches the vibration of the strings. It’s got a rosewood fingerboard that feels like it was made for my hands. The mother-of-pearl inlay on the floral vine design on the pickguard is so beautiful, it almost makes me cry.

People say the guitar is as big as me, but it just sounds that way. That’s the sound of maple, and good craftsmanship. We toured the factory in Memphis once, and when we came out to Montana the first time for the Jewel Bay Jazz Festival, my dad wrangled us a tour of the Bozeman factory, too. They don’t usually do that, but my dad is pretty good at getting people to do things they don’t usually do.

I’ve been to a lot of festivals the last few years. Some, like this one, include workshops, and I’ve gotten to learn from some of the finest guitarists and singers in the country. Most of the people who come to study or teach or play at the Jewel Bay Festival are really nice. If they’re not, they don’t get invited back.

In Jewel Bay, it seems like the whole town turns out to hear us play. When we walk down the streets—or street, because there’s only one street downtown, what they call the Village—people call out to us and thank us for the music. Even the really famous musicians have fun here, because they get treated like ordinary people. Once in New York, I saw Bette Midler buying Easter candy for her kids, and the clerks and other shoppers were like “Oh, hi, it’s you. Dark chocolate or milk?” And that’s how it is here, too. A nod of the head, a flick of the brows as if to say “I know who you are and thanks for being here—now, what kind of toast would you like with those eggs?”

But I will admit, sometimes my parents bug me. I know they only want the best for me. The best schools and teachers, the best stages, the best managers and promoters. But after playing here, I’m not sure that their idea of best and mine are the same. My parents may not think much of Jackson Mississippi Boyd and his blues guitar, but his songs make me dance inside. I’ve gotten to hear country artists, and take a master class from the guys who started the LA Guitar Quartet. A flamenco guitarist and his painter wife invited me over for dinner, and I learned more about music and life from them than in an entire semester at the conservatory.

It’s hard to figure out what’s best, you know? When somebody else has always had an idea what you ought to do next, laying it out—and paying for it.

But after what happened this summer, well, I know you’ve got to play your own songs. You’ve got to listen, and learn, and speak when you have something to say. No backing down, no biting your tongue.

So me and my guitar, we’re going to hit the road.

But I’ll always come back to Jewel Bay.


You can read more about Gabby in Tremble At The Jam Fest, the fourth book in the “Food Lovers’ Village” mystery series.

Erin Murphy, manager of Murphy’s Mercantile (aka the Merc), is tuning up for Jewel Bay’s annual Jazz Festival. Between keeping the Merc’s shelves stocked with Montana’s tastiest local fare and hosting the festival’s kick-off concert, Erin has her hands full.

Discord erupts when jazz guitarist Gerry Martin is found dead on the rocks above the Jewel River. The one-time international sensation had fallen out of sync with festival organizers, students, and performers. Was his death an accident? or did someone even the score?

Despite the warning signs to not get involved, Erin investigates. And when the killer attacks, she orchestrates her efforts into one last crescendo, hoping to avoid a deadly finale.

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About the author
Leslie Budewitz blends her passion for food, great mysteries, and the Northwest in two national best-selling series, the Food Lovers’ Village Mysteries, set in Jewel Bay, Montana, and the Spice Shop Mystery, set in Seattle’s Pike Place Market. Death Al Dente, first in the Food Lovers’ Village Mysteries, set in Jewel Bay, Montana, won the 2013 Agatha Award for Best First Novel. The immediate past president of Sisters in Crime, she lives and cooks in NW Montana.

Find her online at www.LeslieBudewitz.com and on Facebook.

All comments are welcomed.

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Cover Reveal ~ What Doesn’t Kill You by Aimee Hix

I am thrilled and excited to reveal the cover for the first book in the NEW “Willa Pennington, PI” mystery series, coming January 8, 2018.

Title: What Doesn’t Kill You
Series: Willa Pennington, PI #1
Genre: Traditional Mystery
Publisher: Midnight Ink
Website: Aimee Hix

Favors are for suckers, especially when they lead you straight to a dead body

Willa Pennington thought that becoming a PI would be better than being a cop. She thought she’d never have to make another death notification or don a bulletproof vest again. She thought she’d be safe.

But she couldn’t have been more wrong, because Willa’s real problem is that she’s always sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. And people really don’t like that.

Now, agreeing to do a simple favor has netted her a dead body, a missing person, and an old friend who just may be a very bad guy. If whoever is trying to kill her would lay off she could solve the murder, find the missing girl, and figure out if the person she’s trusted with her life is the one trying to end it.

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Meet the author
Aimee Hix is a former defense contractor turned mystery writer. She’s a member of Sisters in Crime. What Doesn’t Kill You is her first book.

All comments are welcomed.

A day in the life of Kelsey Cambridge by Amanda Flower

I don’t think many women are asked to plan this ex-husbands’ weddings. I was. I said, “no” of course. Any sane woman would, especially since Eddie, my ex, and I got divorced because he had an affair when our son Hayden was a toddler. Unfortunately, I’m still planning his wedding. I didn’t have a choice. I was trapped between a rock and hard place. Sadly, this is a location I have become accustomed to as the Director of Barton Farm, a living history museum on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio.

Here’s how it happened: Krissie Pumpernickel. I suppose you need more explanation then that, but I don’t. Krissie is my ex-husband’s betrothed. She’s young, beautiful, athletic, and conniving. For some reason, she got it into her head that she had to get married at Barton Farm, my place of work. Why Krissie chose Barton Farm when as far as I can tell she has had no interest in history is beyond me. All I can assume is she chose the Farm to annoy me as much as possible. Her method to get what she wanted after I initially said “no” was to go over my head to the Cherry Foundation, the foundation that oversees Barton Farm, and to tell the Board of Trustees that her wealthy parents would make a large donation to the Foundation, if and only if, she and Eddie were about to have their wedding on the Farm. As you can guess, I got a call from the Foundation shortly after that telling me the “good news” that I would be hosting the wedding.

When Krissie found out that I agreed to host the wedding on the Farm (not that I had a choice in the matter), she and her wedding planner, Vianna Pine, descended on me like a blinged-out plague. It was in the middle of winter, and the Farm was closed for the season. I was in my office pushing papers around my desk when they walked in.

Krissie clapped her hands. “Oh, Kelsey, won’t it be amazing to have the wedding here on the Farm!”

Amazing was not the word going through my head. Nightmare and disaster were more on point for me. I forced smiled.

Vianna was a petite woman who vibrated with energy. She scanned my office, and I knew she took everything in, including the enormous about of clutter, with one sweet of her gaze.

“Well, I am glad that you came in.” I removed a document from a manila folder on my desk. “This is the contract that both you and Eddie will have to sign. You can take it home and read it over, but basically, it tells you that you cannot make any changes to the Farm grounds or buildings for the wedding.”

“Don’t worry, Kelsey. We would never ask you to change one thing about the Farm.” Krissie beamed at me. “I will be the sweetest bride you’ve ever met. I’m just so happy to be marrying Eddie. What can I be other than sweet?”

I had my doubts about her sweetness. I noticed that Vianna raised her eyebrows at the comment. She wasn’t buying Krissie’s sweet bride story either. As it turned out, Vianna and I were right to be doubtful, and Vianna paid for it with her life.


You can read more about Kelsey in The Final Vow, the third book in the “Living History Museum” mystery series.

Summer weddings at Barton Farm’s picturesque church were standard procedure for museum director Kelsey Cambridge―until the Cherry Foundation, which supports the museum, ordered Kelsey to host her ex-husband’s wedding on Farm grounds.

Ambitious wedding planner Vianna Pine is determined to make the bride’s Civil War-themed wedding perfect. But each time Vianna’s vision threatens the integrity and safety of the Farm, Kelsey has to intervene. And when she finds Vianna’s dead body at the foot of the church steps, everyone’s plans fall apart. With both the wedding and Barton Farm at risk of being permanently shut down, Kelsey has to work hard to save her own happily ever after.

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About the author
Amanda Flower, a national bestselling and Agatha Award winning mystery author, started her writing career in elementary school when she read a story she wrote to her sixth-grade class and had the class in stitches with her description of being stuck on the top of a Ferris wheel. She knew at that moment she’d found her calling of making people laugh with her words. She also writes mysteries as USA Today bestselling author Isabella Alan. In addition to being an author, Amanda is librarian in Northeast Ohio. Connect with Amanda at amandaflower.com.

All comments are welcomed.

A day in the life with Katie Stillwell by Nadine Nettmann

Have you ever thought about a bottle of wine as you open it? I don’t just mean the type of wine or the winery, but really thought about the journey the bottle has been on? To start, what about the vintage? What were you doing the year the grapes were growing? What happened in the world?

Some bottles have been waiting decades to be opened while others have only waited a few years, but no matter the length of time, the wine you’re about to drink is a piece of history. It’s a moment of time captured in a bottle, waiting to be uncorked.

This is one of the things I love doing as a sommelier at Trentino Restaurant in San Francisco where I’m working tonight. I love sharing some of the wine’s story and the journey that has brought this particular bottle to this particular table on this particular night. There’s so much more to each bottle of wine than what’s on the label.

For example, the vineyards. Each one is a little different, from the slope of the land, to the way the sun shines on the grapes, to the fog that may or may not settle in the area overnight. Then there’s all of the people involved in the process from picking the grapes to pressing, fermenting, and bottling, each one playing a role in the creation of the wine, making it unique.

I especially love talking about the winery if I’ve been there. I can really bring the whole experience to the table, but only if the guests are interested. I can talk about wine forever so I make sure to only share as much information as they want to hear and it’s an even balance.

I like balance in my life, but mostly it’s studying for my sommelier exam — I have the Advanced coming up soon. Although recently, I seem to be in this habit of solving murders. It’s not something I sought out, but it seems to have found me. The most recent incident involved a bottle where the history of the wine didn’t match the label, if you know what I mean. But I can’t get into that now. A table has just requested a 2009 Pinot Noir from Santa Barbara.

This is the moment I look forward to all day. I get to share the story and journey of a wine made from grapes growing eight years ago in the sun-baked weather of Santa Barbara, California. The grapes were pressed, fermented, and bottled, all in anticipation of this very moment to be opened and enjoyed. This wine has been waiting eight years to shine.

Right now, I’m about to open a bottle of history.


You can read more about Katie in Uncorking A Lie, the second book in the “Sommelier” mystery series.

It was the kind of invitation sommelier Katie Stillwell had only dreamed about: a dinner party at the Sonoma mansion of famed wine collector Paul Rafferty to celebrate a rare bottle. Everyone enjoys drinking the $19,000 wine, but Katie realizes it’s not the vintage listed on the label.

When she confides in Mr. Rafferty, he asks her to investigate, and she soon discovers the deception goes beyond money—it includes an accidental death that might just be murder. As Katie falls deeper into the world of counterfeit wine, she learns everything is at stake . . . even her life.

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About the author
Nadine Nettmann, a Certified Sommelier through the Court of Master Sommeliers, is always on the lookout for great wines and the stories behind them. She has visited wine regions around the world and pairs every chapter in her Sommelier Mystery Series with a wine. Her debut novel, Decanting a Murder, was nominated for the Agatha and Lefty Awards for Best First Novel. To learn more about Nadine, please visit nadinenettmann.com.

All comments are welcomed.

Another day in the life of Carrie Kennersly by Linda O. Johnston

Hi, I’m Carrie Kennersly. I’ve been here at Dru’s Book Musings before and am delighted to be back. Though I never set out to solve murders, I’m still doing so, and that’s resulted in my being featured in a mystery series, the Barkery & Biscuits Mysteries. So far, they’ve included Bite the Biscuit and To Catch a Treat, and, yes, there will be a new one soon, available in May. I understand it’s called Bad To The Bone.

So what do I really do in my life? By choice, I’m a veterinary technician, but I always wanted to be my own boss. As a vet tech I developed some pretty special dog treats and when I got the opportunity to buy a human bakery and turn half into a barkery in the town where I now live, Knobcone Heights, California–well, I just had to do it. Now, my Barkery and Biscuits is where I sell my dog treats and I also sell human baked goods in Icing on the Cake, which is next door.

And who helps me? Well, Biscuit, for one–my adorable golden miniature poodle-terrier mix, although she has to stay in the Barkery and not in Icing or the joint kitchen. I also have several wonderful and devoted assistants who help bake both kinds of goods and sell them in the respective shops.

Oh, and by the way, I’m still a part-time vet tech at the Knobcone Veterinary Clinic–and I’ve been dating Dr. Reed Storme, one of the vets there.

So why do I get involved solving this latest murder? Well, Jack Loroco of VimPets, a large national pet supply company–you may have heard of it–has been after me for a while to sell him some of the recipes for my special dog treats. Lately, he’s also been dating my friend Billi Matlock, who is not only a city councilwoman but also owns the Robust Retreat day spa, and–even more important to me–runs Mountaintop Rescue, the wonderful local animal shelter.

But the most recently time Jack came here to visit he brought along Wanda Addler, an ambitious woman who also worked for VimPets. She wasn’t a very nice lady–and guess who became a murder victim. I didn’t think Jack killed her, nor Billi, either–and so I had to help figure out who really did her in.

That whole situation is described in Bad To The Bone. I hope that’s the last murder I have to solve… but I suspect it isn’t.


You can read more about Carrie in Bad To The Bone, the third book in the “Barkery & Biscuits” mystery series.

Veterinary technician Carrie Kennersly, owner of the Barkery & Biscuits bakery for dogs, is reluctant to sell her recipes to pet food manufacturer VimPets. Jack Loroco, a VimPets representative, assures Carrie that it would be a great opportunity to grow her business. His promising new relationship with Carrie’s friend, Billi Matlock, doesn’t hurt his cause. But the budding romance takes a bad turn when Wanda Addler, another VimPets employee, sets her sights on Jack.

After threatening to ruin Jack’s career if he doesn’t give her what she wants, Wanda is found dead. Jack and Billi are put at the top of the suspect list, and Carrie is doggone determined to rescue them from a life behind bars.

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About the author
Linda O. Johnston writes the Barkery & Biscuits Mysteries for Midnight Ink, as well as the Superstition Mysteries. She has also written the Pet Rescue Mysteries and the Kendra Ballantyne, Pet-Sitter Mystery series, for Berkley Prime Crime. In addition, she writes the Alpha Force miniseries for Harlequin Nocturne, about a covert military unit of shapeshifters, as well as novels for Harlequin Romantic Suspense, including the upcoming K-9 Ranch miniseries. Visit her at www.LindaOJohnston.com

All comments are welcomed.

Bad To The Bone is available at retail and online booksellers or you can ask your local library to get it for you.