Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers. I wish you a day of family togetherness and fun.for a fun family reunion.
Welcome to this week’s Midweek Tease and Release Day for Murder & Mistletoe, my holiday romance suspense. If you’re a fan of my suspense novels, I know you’re going to love this one. What’s not to love? There’s missing treasure, murder, a spooky old mansion, and a greedy relative who just doesn’t know how to share and play nice! All the ingredients needed for a fun family reunion.
It’s especially wonderful to see author Doris O’Connor her again. Let’s hope her health continues to improve.
Many thanks to Angelica Dawson for making this weekly bog hop possible.
Going home for Christmas can be deadly.
Candy Kayne agrees to go to Black Oaks, the Georgia plantation her ancestor reluctantly left after the Civil War, to meet the family she’s never known and help Steve set a trap for his wife’s killer. Even the wildest tales have a kernel of truth in them and as she learns more about the family’s history, she realizes that coming here may have been the biggest mistake of her life.
Losing Amy almost destroyed Steve Anderson, but when Candy steps into his life, her sweetness chases the dark gloom away. But when he realizes the man who murdered his wife may have set his sights on Candy, he’ll do whatever he has to in order to keep her safe.
This week’s tease follows those of the last three weeks.
The minister stopped speaking. What had he said? Had he spoken about Amy’s kind heart? Had he mentioned how her smiles lit up the room and made him feel like the luckiest man on earth? Had he mourned the angel child who would never brighten the world around her?
Hand in hand, he and his son approached the mound and stepped close enough to each drop two red roses—red for love—into the open grave onto the oak box filled with ashes.
Their unborn daughter had needed an identity, needed to be acknowledged even if she’d never drawn a breath. So many stones in this cemetery bore the name Amelia. Giving the accursed name to a child who would never see the light of day couldn’t hurt anyone.
Scotty, auburn-haired like him but with his mother’s hazel eyes, whimpered at his side, his body trembling. He squeezed the boy’s hand. They wouldn’t forget—that was impossible—but they both had to move on. He’d never given much thought to the afterlife, but if there was one, then Amy had earned her reward, and knowing her as he did, not even death could stop her from keeping an eye on them. He wouldn’t let her down.
Dazed with grief, he stood and watched as other family members dropped roses into the hole and then came over to express their condolences.
“Hang in there,” Michael said, pulling him into a bear hug. “We’ll get through this.”
Steve nodded. “I wanted to thank you for being there that day … It meant a lot.”
“Don’t. We’re family, real family. If there’s anything you want, anything I can do, just ask. I can’t stay any longer, but you know how to reach me.” Shoulders bent as if he too carried the weight of the world, Michael moved away and headed to his car.
“I’m so sorry, Steve,” Naomi, his cousin Beau Lascelle’s wife, pulled him into a fierce hug. “I loved Amy like a sister. Harvey’s promised to keep me in the loop, and I plan to do some digging myself. When we find this bastard, I’ll prosecute him with everything in me. Then, when the time comes for justice to be served, I’ll sit right beside you when they stick the needle into his arm and send him straight to hell.”
“And I’ll be there, too, right next to my lovely bride, getting justice for Amy,” Beau slurred, the smell of alcohol wafting off of him even though it wasn’t yet ten in the morning.
Naomi sighed. “Beau, for heaven’s sake, try to get hold of yourself.”
“For you, my dear, anything.” He turned to him, and reached for his hand, gripping it with both of his. “Steve, whatever I can do.” He pursed his lips, nodded, and walked away.
“I’m sorry,” Naomi shook her head. “Losing the baby was hard on us, and now Amy … They were so close … she introduced us.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “If he doesn’t stop drinking, his grave will be the next one dug here.”
A vicious gust of wind swirled, tossing up dirt into their faces, shrouding them in a fine red mist, forcing them to close their eyes. When the dust settled, he looked down at the petite attorney once more.
“They were closer than he is to his own sister,” he agreed. “Give him time.”
But time won’t help me. Nothing will.
Murder & Mistletoe is available from all Amazon dealers and is free to read on KU!
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