Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Spotlight: The Murder Before Christmas


 
There’s no problem Charlie Kingsley can’t solve with tea, but when it comes to love, she doesn’t do love potions. So when her client asks about poison instead, Charlie thought she was kidding, that is until her client’s husband turns up dead. Fans of Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple Series will devour The Murder Before Christmas by Michele Pariza Wacek, a fun, twisty cozy mystery.

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If you've got a problem, Charlie Kingsley probably has a tea that’ll help make it right. EXCEPT when it comes to love. She does NOT do love potions. Not even for Courtney, her pregnant new client who showed up three weeks before Christmas seeking a love potion because her husband was cheating on her. So, Courtney asked about poison, instead. She said she was joking That's what happens between wives and husbands. They get angry and talk about killing each other. They don't really mean it. It seems to make sense ... until Courtney’s husband turns up dead on Christmas Eve. He was poisoned, of course. And who is the number one suspect? Courtney. Of course. But did she actually do it? Or is she being set up? It's up to Charlie to sort through all the twists and turns in a case that gets more complicated the deeper she digs. Meet Charlie. Better known as “Aunt Charlie” from the award- winning Secrets of Redemption series. She's back, making teas and solving cases in this quirky, twisty, cozy mystery series set in the 1990s in Redemption, Wisconsin.

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Excerpt

Copyright 2021 Michele Pariza Wacek

"Why are you here again?" Officer Brandon Wyle asked me, his chair squeaking as he shifted his lean, lanky figure into a more comfortable position. Hisdark hair was longer than he normally wore it, curling around his collar and into curtain bangs that he absentmindedly brushed off his forehead. I found myself wondering if this was a new hairstyle, or if he kept forgetting to make an appointment with a stylist. His expression was carefully blank, but his dark eyes didn't miss a thing. I hadn't quite figured it out myself, but was doing my best to sound more confident than I felt. The longer I sat there, the more convinced I was that it was a huge mistake. But at that point, it would have been even worse if I’d left, so I had to brazen my way through it. "She's my client," I said, which was true. She had bought some tea from me. Once. "And you've seen her condition." Wyle's eyebrows went up. "Condition? You mean her pregnancy?" "Exactly. Stress isn't good for mothers-to-be. Well, stress isn't good for any of us, but it's especially not good when you're pregnant. And she's already dealing with the stress of losing her husband ..." "Who she likely poisoned," Wyle said. Now it was my turn to raise eyebrows. "Are you saying she's a suspect?" More squeaking as he moved again. We were sitting by his desk, which was tucked away in the corner of the police station. The room was too hot—Wyle had mentioned there was something wrong with the heater—but the combination of the heat, cigarette smoke, and the burnt-coffee-old-sweat odor made my stomach turn. Even though we weren't alone, no one appeared to be paying any attention to us. The constant collective noise of the phone ringing, typewriters clacking, and people talking filled the space. "Oh come on, Charlie. You're smarter than this. Everyone is a suspect in the beginning. Heck, you even made the list." I was aghast. "Me?" "Yes, you. Don't you think it's pretty suspicious you're even in here?" "I never even met Dennis," I said. "You don't need to meet the guy to sell his wife some poison." "I don't sell poison," I said firmly, deciding I would definitely not be mentioning Courtney's request for something to kill her husband to Wyle. "I sell teas and tinctures." "Uh huh." Wyle tapped his pen on his notebook, which was balanced precariously on top of a stack of paperwork. His eyes continued to study me.

About Michele Pariza Wacek


When Michele was 3 years old, she taught herself to read because she wanted to write stories so badly. It took some time (and some detours) but she does spend much of her time writing stories now. Mystery stories to be exact, ranging from psychological thrillers to cozies, with a dash of romance and supernatural thrown into the mix. If that wasn't enough, she also hosts a virtual book club you can check out and join (for free!) at MPWNovels.com. Michele holds a double major in English and Communications from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Currently she lives in the mountains of Prescott, Arizona with her husband Paul and southern squirrel hunter Cassie.

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Monday, November 15, 2021

Release Blitz: Playing for You


I'm the office introvert, a blast of socially awkward sunshine on a stick. Donovan Taylor 

is a broody, gorgeous soccer player with a chip on his shoulder. We are not a thing.

But when my boss sends me to a pro sports banquet, I stumble in late and find the only 

empty seat next to the San Francisco Strikers' resident hottie and marquee player. Of 

course, I promptly make a fool of myself. I don’t even expect him to remember my 

name, let alone kiss me.

Or ask me out.

I mean, seriously, I program computers for a living and play mahjong for fun. I don't 

hook up with gorgeous green-eyed players and stroke their egos or their abs--although 

it’s a hell of a good time--because I know it will never last. 

But my competitive streak runs hot, and Donovan may be the one person who can get 

me the promotion I deserve. All I need to do is convince him to join my company's 

virtual reality sports game--avoid falling for him in the process. 

So what if his moves off the field are as impressive as his moves on it? 

How hard can it be to win at his game?

Fall in love today!





About Stacy Travis 

It’s a rough world out there, and we all sometimes need a good, romantic beach read, 
even if we can’t make it to the beach. I’ve spent many lazy days walking the streets of 
Paris and other gorgeous European cities, and if I’m doing it right, I’m bringing you a 
dash of romance and a vacay fantasy. 
I can’t sit still, so when I’m not hiking, biking or running, I’m playing a very average 
game of tennis. Background music for writing undoubtedly features some U2, Lizzo, 
Billy Joel, Pink, Taylor Swift, and Led Zeppelin. Not necessarily in that order. And if I 
could only eat one food group, it would be cheese. Or wine. Or bread. Are those food 
groups? Whatever.


Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Release Blitz: The Murder Before Christmas


There’s no problem Charlie Kingsley can’t solve with tea, but when it comes to 

love, she doesn’t do love potions. So when her client asks about poison instead, 

Charlie thought she was kidding, that is until her client’s husband turns up dead. 

Fans of Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple Series will devour The Murder Before 

Christmas by Michele Pariza Wacek, a fun, twisty cozy mystery.

Blurb

If you've got a problem, Charlie Kingsley probably has a tea that’ll help make it right.

EXCEPT when it comes to love. She does NOT do love potions.

Not even for Courtney, her pregnant new client who showed up three weeks before Christmas 

seeking a love potion because her husband was cheating on her.

So, Courtney asked about poison, instead.

She said she was joking That's what happens between wives and husbands. They get angry 

and talk about killing each other. They don't really mean it.

It seems to make sense ... until Courtney’s husband turns up dead on Christmas Eve.

He was poisoned, of course.

And who is the number one suspect? Courtney. Of course.

But did she actually do it? Or is she being set up?

It's up to Charlie to sort through all the twists and turns in a case that gets more complicated the 

deeper she digs.

Meet Charlie. Better known as “Aunt Charlie” from the award-winning Secrets of Redemption 

series. She's back, making teas and solving cases in this quirky, twisty, cozy mystery series set 

in the 1990s in Redemption, Wisconsin.

Add to Goodreads




Excerpt 

Copyright 2021 Michele Parza Wacek

"So, Courtney, is it?" I asked with what I hoped was a comforting and nonthreatening smile. I set 
the mug holding my newest tea blend I created for the Christmas season down on the kitchen 
table. A blend of a variety of fresh mint and a couple other secret ingredients, I called it “Candy 
Cane Concoctions,” and hoped others would find it as soothing as it was refreshing. "What can I 
do for you?"
Courtney didn't look at me as she reached for her tea. She was young, younger than me, and 
extremely pretty, despite looking like something the cat dragged in. (And believe me, I know all 
about what cats can drag in. Midnight, my black cat, had presented me with more than my share 
of gifts over the years.) Courtney’s long, wavy blonde hair was pulled back in a haphazard 
ponytail, and there were puffy, black circles under her china-blue eyes. She was also visibly 
pregnant.
“Well, Mrs. Kingsley,” she began, but I quickly interrupted her.
“It’s Miss, but please, call me Charlie.” Yes, she was younger than me, but for goodness sake, 
she wasn’t THAT much younger. Maybe it was time to start getting more serious about my 
morning makeup routine.
 Her lips quirked up in a tiny smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Charlie then. I was hoping 
you could make me a love potion.”
I quickly dropped my gaze, busying myself by pushing the plate of frosted Christmas sugar 
cookies I had made earlier toward her, not wanting her to see my shock and sorrow. She was 
pregnant and wanted a love potion. This just couldn’t be good.
“I don’t actually do love potions,” I said. “I make custom-blended teas and tinctures.”
Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. “But people have been raving about how much you’ve 
helped them. Mrs. Witmore swears you cured her thyroid problems.”
I tried not to sigh. “My teas and tinctures do have health benefits, that’s true. Certain herbs and 
flowers can help with common ailments. In fact, for much of human civilization, there were no 
prescription drugs, so all they had to use were herb and flowers. But I can’t promise any cures.”
“What about Ruthie?” Courtney asked. “She claims those heart tinctures you made are the 
reason Bob finally noticed her.”
I gritted my teeth. Ruthie’s dad had been recovering from a heart attack, so I had made a couple of teas and tinctures for him. Ruthie, who had a crush on her coworker Bob for years, was
apparently so desperate for him to notice her that one day, she decided to bring one of my
tinctures to work (I’m unclear which) and slip it into his drink. And apparently, shortly after that,
Bob started up a conversation with her, and eventually asked her out on a date.
It didn’t help matters that Jean, Ruthie’s mother, had claimed my tinctures had reignited her and
her husband’s love life, which is probably how Ruthie got the idea to try them with Bob in the
first place.
Needless to say, that was an unintended benefit.




About Michele Pariza Wacek

When Michele was 3 years old, she taught herself to read because she wanted to write stories 
so badly. It took some time (and some detours) but she does spend much of her time writing 
stories now. Mystery stories to be exact, ranging from psychological thrillers to cozies, with a 
dash of romance and supernatural thrown into the mix. If that wasn't enough, she also hosts a 
virtual book club you can check out and join (for free!) at MPWNovels.com. Michele holds a double major in English and Communications from the University of Wisconsin-
Madison. Currently she lives in the mountains of Prescott, Arizona with her husband Paul and 
southern squirrel hunter Cassie.


Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Book Blast: The Photograph

 



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. L.E. Luttrell will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

In a quiet Sydney suburb, soon-to-be-married Sonny Day sets off on his bike to catch the train to work. He never makes it to the station. After his fiancée Chrys reports him missing, DI India Hargreaves launches a low-key investigation.

Weeks later, a man’s body is found, mutilated and buried, on a nearby building site, but it’s not Sonny, and with no solid leads, both investigations stall…until a letter arrives from Sonny, claiming he’s met someone else.

Chrys insists Sonny wrote it under duress. She convinces India to investigate further, beginning with the photograph that came with the letter and ending in Scotland and the discovery of more mysterious deaths. But two questions remain unanswered. Whose body was buried on the building site? And where is Sonny Day?

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At the window, he stopped and peered in. The room was in darkness, and he wasn’t able to make out much. He’d wait a minute until his eyes adjusted.

He was just about to check it again when he felt the ladder begin to move. Looking down, he could see a man standing below him with his hands on the ladder. The man looked like Lachlan, which he thought very strange because he didn’t think Lachlan was able to walk. Perhaps he’d misunderstood. Greer had said he’d been in an accident, but she didn’t say how disabled he was. Gordon had seen the wheelchair and the stair lift being installed and made an assumption about Lachlan not being able to walk. Maybe he could hobble around.

“Is that you, Lachlan?” he asked.

“Aye,” the man said before pulling the ladder away from the wall and knocking it sideways.

Gordon screamed as he fell, clinging to the ladder in the hope the terrace railings would halt the fall. The ladder hit the railings, somersaulted over them and smashed him against the brick boundary wall before it bounced off and dropped into the garden, flinging him aside like a rag doll.

Before he lost consciousness, Gordon managed to turn his head and look back up to the terrace where the ladder had been leaning against the wall. He expected to see Lachlan or someone who would come to his rescue, but there was no one there. He hadn’t imagined him, had he?


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About the Author: L.E. Luttrell was born in Sydney, Australia and spent the first 21 years of her life there before moving to the UK. After working in publishing (in the UK) for a few years she went on to study and trained as a teacher. From the 90s she spent many years working in secondary education, although she’s also had numerous other part time jobs. A frustrated architect/builder, L.E. Luttrell has spent much of her adult life moving house and wielding various tools while renovating properties.

L.E. Luttrell currently lives in Merseyside England, but also spends time travelling between Liverpool, Wales (UK) and Australia when there is not a Covid crisis.

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Tuesday, November 2, 2021

TMST #12: Sci-Fi

 


Sci-Fi Stories: do you read them? Futuristic? Machine? Space Opera? Sci-Fi Romances?

I have read futuristic and Sci-Fi .  I am not sure how interested I would be to read the other two.

*** This week's post is a little shorter and sweeter than I prefer, but it was put up in a hurry.

*** Tell Me Something Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by That's What I'm Talking About