Assault with a Deadly Glue Gun was a cute, quick mystery that would probably make a great companion to Murder, She Wrote from the 80s on CBS. Anastasia, the protagonist, works for a woman's magazine and we meet her just after her husband has died leaving her deep in debt. Her problems quickly p...
I know there is an audience for this type of book, but I'm not it. I'll be honest - I'm a doll collector, and I picked this book up because it involves dolls. Turns out that was not a good reason.It was too chaotic, full of unbelievable things happening right and left, interspersed with cutesy fa...
I said. “How? There doesn’t seem to be any pattern to when the gifts and cards arrive.” “But you said they’re appearing with more frequency lately, twice a day or more.” “That’s right.” “So chances are he’ll show up again at least once before I leave tomorrow. We’re going to be waiting for him th...
“I’m here to see Lawrence.” I took a step back to keep from breathing in his nicotine-laced breath. “He’s out for the day.” “When do you expect him back?” “Not until later this evening.” His mouth quirked into a frown of annoyance. “I was supposed to pick something up from him.” Even though I cou...
I stared down the barrel of a big black bad-ass gun pointed at my chest. Ever since last winter when Karl Pollack, my not-so-dearly-departed husband, died suddenly, people have been trying to kill me. First, Karl’s loan shark. Then a crazy co-worker. Most recently, a hired assassin. My name is An...
The apartment over our garage used to house my studio. It now houses Zachary Barnes, my tenant. Zack entered my life within days of Karl’s funeral, after I ran an ad to rent out the apartment. Even though attraction sparked from the beginning, fanned in no small part by th...
Before last night, I would have told him he needn’t take his responsibility toward me so literally. This morning I was glad to see his protective ex-Marine bulk surveying the parking lot as I stepped from the Jeep. I’d slept little last night, tossing and turning as I worried about once again pla...
Several hours earlier I had polished off enough of Zack’s Maker’s Mark to give Rip Van Winkle a run for his money. I should have been out cold, yet at one in the morning I was still wide awake. My brain refused to shut down, hammering me with questions when I should have been deep in Slumberville...
At least, she had up until a moment ago. Mama always admired the way Karl had broken free of Lucille's communist stranglehold and created the American dream for his wife and kids. Only her version of that dreamalong with mine-hadn't involved an affair gone bad with Lady Not-So-Lucky.She reacted t...
As I forced the words out around the hand I’d firmly clamped over my mouth to stifle a gag reflex, I inched away from the body sprawled at my feet. The blood pooling beneath Client Number Thirteen, one Mr. Sidney Mandelbaum, followed me, creeping along the asphalt like some B-movie sinister slime...