If you’re in Dallas/North Texas/driving distance, come see me at Adventures in Fiction this Saturday, February 15. Here’s a link to the site: Adventures in Fiction.
Where: InterContinental Hotel, Addison, TX
When: Saturday, noon to 4 p.m.
Why: BOOKS! AUTHORS including Rachel Caine, Jill Shalvis,, Lorraine Heath, so…so many! And me. Click the link to see the list. Seriously. Do it. I can wait right here.
I’ll have Stuck on You, Can’t Help Falling in Love, and Santa, Bring My Baby back as well as my newest book, A Minute on the Lips. PLUS THERE’S MORE! IT SLICES, IT DICES, IT JULIENNES…wait, that’s a different commercial. MORE FREEBIES!! What? YES! BOOKS*. And candy*. I know what works.
*while supplies last and all.
Come see me.
Now I want to celebrate my NEW BOOK! I don’t actually have the printed copies in my hand but they’re on the way. Enter to win by February 17! Here’s the Rafflecopter link: a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Do you need a new book? OF COURSE YOU DO! May I suggest A Minute on the Lips, my small-town sheriff, charming newspaper editor, solving a case and falling in love, sweet romance? Here’s an excerpt:
Andi could see Jackie’s beady, excited eyes over the top of the crowd. He was standing on the bench he’d pulled over to block the door to the diner. Andi would need to get that fixed pretty quick or she and Jackie would both be on the mayor’s hit list.
Andi glanced over the crowd as she asked, “Jackie, what seems to be the problem?”
Jackie wrinkled his brow in an ugly frown. “Sheriff, the problem is that I’ve got a crime scene here, and I don’t want any of these suspects or looky-loos to muddy up the evidence.”
Right. Andi nodded, hoping Jackie would think she cared as deeply as she had the first time she’d answered one of his calls. Or even the second or third. Then she hadn’t realized how frequently she’d be giving Jackie the same nod. Now she knew better than to get her hopes up for a real case. “Why don’t we go inside and have a look? And we can move that bench right back under the window, to get things back to normal.”
Even before she got the second sentence out of her mouth, Jackie was shaking his head. The few red hairs that remained on top stirred in the weak breeze. “No, ma’am, first get statements from every one of these suspects. Then I’ll let you in to look around, take your fingerprints and do any of that forensic investigation. You better hurry it up, though. I’m losing the breakfast crowd.”
Andi stifled a heavy sigh as she looked at the crowd of “suspects” and decided it would be easier to go along with Jackie at this point. He wasn’t going to like that her forensic investigation would be sorely lacking. She could take fingerprints and get some photos, but considering the crowd that went through the diner, unless she found something really out of the ordinary, she’d have a hard time calling anything she found evidence. Thanks to television, everyone expected her to have a crime lab, a source at Homeland Security and a psychic in her back pocket. In most cases, Andi’s resources were limited to her powers of observation—which were pretty good. She was also lucky to work with talented deputies. For almost two years, they had been enough to stay on top of petty crime, not-so-friendly disputes, domestic violence calls, small drug busts and general safety concerns in Tall Pines. No laboratories needed.