It’s day two of the celebration for the launch of A GIANT MURDER, my new release through Celebrate Lit Publishing. Want the scoop from Day #1? Head over to Liz Tolsma’s blog to learn how it all began.
The heat can be unbearable, and my daylilies know it very well. They just suck up the water. That’s what I was doing—watering them with the sprinkle attachment on my hose—when I felt an ominous presence behind me.
“I suppose you’ve heard the rumor.”
I spun, sprinkler still in hand, and almost head-butted my neighbor, Mrs. Myers. Jerking the sprinkler away from her sneakers, now well-watered, I tried my most innocent smile. “I . . . uh. What was it you were saying?”
“Don’t play coy with me, Marji Laine. I know you have the inside information on all of this. The news is spreading like wildfire.”
“News?” I stretched my eyebrows up as far as possible. They had to be reaching my hairline.
“News. I know you’ve heard about it.” She frowned. “You probably created most of it, but that’s beside the point. I want to know what you know. Spill.”
Playing innocent wasn’t working. Yes, I knew all about the rumor, and I did indeed have inside information. Deep, deep inside, but there was a precedent here. I wasn’t about to go gabbing the details of the villains to the chief grape on the neighborhood vine. “Huh, uh. No way I’m spilling the beans. You’ll get nothing out of me.”
The hurt face she turned toward me pinched my determination a bit. She wasn’t really a bad sort, just a nosy one. I turned off the hose and gave her shoulder a pat. “Listen, why don’t you talk to Cathe Swanson? She might have something to share.”
If nothing else, the lady needed to go dry off her tennis shoes.
She pursed her lips and pointed two fingers at her eyes and then at me.
I smiled. “Have a nice day.”
I’m not the bean spiller – nope, nope, nope!
But speaking of beans, they play a part in my newest book, A GIANT MURDER. Here’s the low-down:
An exclusive party with the socially elite of Dallas.
An elaborate venue high atop the downtown Adolphus Hotel.
A host who is one of the richest men in 1926 . . .
Also, one of the deadest.
Josephine Jacobs was just doing her job, serving the food giant everything except his eternal “parting shot.” With the Century Ballroom literally full of suspects, why has she been pinpointed for shooting TG Taggert? Especially since there are plenty of motives for his death:
The theft of Chef Ganderson’s “magic” beans,
TG’s tryst with and mistreatment of songstress Harper Davis,
And then there’s the thief in the family, TG’s son Jack.
With her long-time friend, Officer Porter O’Brien, Josie attempts to find out who really killed “the giant,” and clear her name.
You can get your own copy of A GIANT MURDER HERE!
And don’t forget to check in with Cathe Swanson tomorrow. I have a feeling she might have something to share.
And don’t forget to join the giveaway!