Friday, 27 September 2019

Temporary Bride by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 5


Temporary Bride
  
Arabella Sheen



Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.


Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan…and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover…her secret is Jake…their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.

Excerpt  5 continued...

The whole room was waiting to gauge James’s reaction to Max’s request. James simply shrugged his shoulders offering no objections.
“If it’s alright with Amy, it’s alright with me,” he replied.
Amy panicked.
“I’m sure I can find someone from the typing pool to assist Mr Jordan,” she offered hurriedly. “And if there are any problems he can…”
“No, it’s alright. Max can have you,” said James Martin laying down the law.
Amy knew there would be no arguing with James. A decision had been made.
“Max will have a heavy workload and he’ll need all the help he can get. You’re the best we’ve got Amy.” James had turned to look at her.
Max can have you.
She didn’t like the sound of that. How dare they pass her about as if she was a slave to be bartered with?
She was totally opposed to working with Max but that didn’t seem to matter to anyone. It seemed Max was being handed what he wanted on a plate…and he wanted Amy.
Unwillingly and reluctantly Amy had to agree that logically the decision was the right one.
If they hoped to achieve the impossible and win the Diablo case, Max would need all the help he could get and she was the most suitable assistant for the job.
When the meeting was over and everyone was leaving, Amy made a quick dash and escaped to her own office.
She was on the point of collapse and could scarcely stand.
All she wanted to do was close her office door and shut out the world. However, when she turned around to do just that, she found Max had followed her from the conference room and was now standing behind. He towered over her and she almost buckled at the knees.
Now he had her cornered in her office. For the first time in five years, she was once again alone with Max Jordan.
“Not now Max, please,” she said, almost begging.
“Amy, at some point we have to talk,” he told her bluntly. “I’ll leave you to choose the time and the place if you like. If you want somewhere that’s private, that’s fine. But we need to talk. We have unfinished business.”
He wasn’t asking her. He was telling her. And there was no question he would get what he wanted. Max had walked back into her life and he wasn’t being quite about it.
“We’ve nothing to talk about Max. Either privately or in public,” she said sternly.
She was determined to avoid being alone with him at all costs.
“I’ll work with you during office hours,” she told him. “But only because I have to. If you want to talk to me about anything other than what we’re working on, I’m not interested. I’m not going to listen to you and I don’t want to know.”
Max simple ignored what she’d just said.
“I have a full day ahead of me with James and I’m not sure when we’ll be finished.” He looked quickly at his watch. “We ought to get through the case notes by about five o’clock. I’ll look in here after we’ve finished and we can . . .”
“I won’t be here,” she told him in no uncertain terms. “And I’m not waiting.”
 “You never did wait. Did you? That was one of our problems.” He shook his head in frustration and took a deep breath. “If you’re not here how do I get hold of you?”
“You don’t...I’ll call you.”
She smiled a tight smile as if her face would crack.
He got the message. He knew she wouldn’t be calling him. She didn’t have his mobile number and he realised she wouldn’t make an effort to get in contact.
“Although you might think it, I wasn’t born yesterday. Give me your number and I’ll phone you,” he demanded.
She wasn’t giving him her number at any costs. She didn’t want anything to do with him and there was absolutely no way she going to become involved with him for a second time.
As far as she was concerned the past was over and done with. She had moved on and she had started a new life.
“Amy! What’s your number?” he barked out threateningly between clenched teeth. “Tell me . . .”
She was brought back to reality with a jerk.
Quickly she found a scrap of paper and scribbled her number on it before unwillingly handing it over. She felt like she’d just signed her life away.
“I’ll be here at five. Wait for me,” and then he was gone.
With her head in a spin from the whirlwind of events that morning, Amy pressed a button on her desk putting the switchboard on hold and left her office.
Passing reception she entered the nearby stationary store cupboard where the surplus office equipment was kept and, slamming the door shut behind her, she burst into tears sobbing inconsolably.
Everyone, even the most junior members of staff, knew you never went into the stationary store cupboard if the door was shut.
It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later, when Cathy came to grab a quick cup of coffee and a gossip with Amy about the meeting, that it was discovered she was still nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t returned to her office.
Cathy went in search of her friend and was pointed in the direction of the store cupboard by one of the reception staff.
Tapping on the door and receiving no reply Cathy cautiously turned the handle and found Amy with a very damp handkerchief mopping her eyes and vigorously blowing her red nose.
Amy looked up and saw her friend.
“Oh Cathy…” she cried, before once again collapsing into a snivelling wreck. “I never cry…never…not even when Jake had meningitis and we couldn’t bring his temperature down. And the time I sprained my ankle and I couldn’t walk for a week. I never cry.”
“I know…I know,” said Cathy soothingly. “But sometimes we need to cry.”
“But you don’t know. You can’t know what’s happened,” Amy sniffed loudly.  
“No, I don’t. But whatever it is, it will be alright. Nothing can be that bad. Except if something’s happened to Jake. Nothing’s happened to him…has it?” Cathy asked.
All of a sudden Amy turned as white as the stack of A4 sheets of paper piled in front of her on the storeroom shelves.
“Jake? No, it’s not Jake At least…he’s supposed to be in day school. No, it Jake’s father. He’s found us. Max is here,” she cried.
“Max? Max Jordan?” Cathy said reeling from the shock.
“Cathy, you’ve set alarm bells ringing. I’ve got to call the school and see if Jake’s alright. I have to see if he’s still there. He might have been taken. I wouldn’t put it past Max to . . .”
But Cathy didn’t hear the remainder of what Amy was saying. Amy had already left the store cupboard and was running to her office where she frantically dialled the number of Jake’s school. Her hands were shaking.
The school reassured her Jake was still in class and he wouldn’t be leaving until she came to collect him.
Putting down the phone Amy sank into her office chair and put her head in her hands.
“Drink,” Cathy said as she put a steaming cup of tea on the desk in front of Amy.
Amy picked up the cup and did as she was told. She took a few sips of the hot, sweet, steamy liquid and made a face.
“You know I don’t take sugar,” Amy said grimacing.
“It will do you good and whilst you are drinking it you can tell me what’s going on,” Cathy said firmly.
Then the two friends sat and talked together for a while.
“So you see Max came, he saw, and he conquered…and then he deserted. Well not literally. It’s just that other things probably got in his way,” Amy explained. She had no idea why she was making excuses for the man.
When Cathy heard the story Amy had just told, she didn’t see, or couldn’t see and wouldn’t see, how anyone would willingly leave beautiful, gentle Amy.
Only a fool would have walked away when Amy had given him her heart.


Disclaimer, Copyrights and Publishing
Any names or characters have no existence outside the imagination of the
 author or are used fictitiously and actual events are purely coincidental.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, copied,
stored in a retrieval system known or hereinafter invented, without
 written permission of the publisher.

Copyright © 2013 by – Arabella Sheen
Published by priceplacebooks 
All rights reserved.
ISBN 978-0-9575698-0-5

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Welcome to Romance Author - Colette Kebell


I’m delighted to welcome Colette Kebell to my blog.


Hello Colette – It’s lovely to have you on the blog and I’m sure your readers are looking forward to reading what you have to share. But before we discover more about, The Retail Therapisthere are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.


Arabella: Are there any organisations, writing, or reader groups, you belong to? And, how do they support or help you in creating such wonderful, inspirational novels?
Colette:  I am a full member of both the Romantic Novelists Association (RNA) and The Society of Authors (SoA).  As to groups, I belong to a myriad of Facebook Book Groups of various kinds. 

Arabella: Where do you read? Sofa or bed or ____?
Colette:  Usually in bed, unless I’m listening to an audiobook, in which case that is while I’m walking my two waggly tails or shopping or doing the housework.


Arabella: In your latest release, The Retail Therapist, who is your favourite character, and why?
Colette:  My latest chick-lit release is an audiobook, The Retail Therapist.  Though she isn’t strictly a character, I would say, my narrator.  If I had to pick a character though, then I’d be torn between GiGi, my protagonist and Julian, the drag queen.  GiGi is a bit of a spitfire, but went through some highs and lows to reach that point after ditching the mundane life of office work; thus, her character appeals.  Julian took me back to my childhood and one of the first Saturday jobs I’d had.  You might not believe me, but that element of the book is based on truth; I was put in a very similar position while working in Croydon for the now defunct shoe shop, Olivers.  For a teenage girl at the tender age of 14 ½ years, that was quite an experience, which is why it stuck and I drew on it for my book J 

Arabella: When writing a novel, how do you work? Are you a plotter or pantser?
Colette: I’m not at all a plotter!  I’m most definitely a pantser.   Don’t get me wrong, I admire those who can spend time plotting and scheming and come out with a great story, such as the likes of Jill Mansell, but I cannot.  I sit at my PC and just start typing.  My story either flows or it doesn’t.  If it doesn’t happen after a while, then I park it for another time and move onto something else.  I’m quite eclectic as a writer, so don’t stick to one genre, but then that reflects my entire employed working life.  The longest I held down the same job was for around five years, due to liking variety.  Having said that, I did find that in my various roles as a Legal Secretary, before being made redundant.

Arabella: Which would you prefer to do: 1) spend a morning vigorously working out at the gym, 2) be pampered from head to toe at the spa and beauty salon, 3) indulge and pile on the pounds with a romantic dinner for two?
Colette: OH, if you had asked this question before my recent trip to Italy my answer would most definitely have been number 3 as I am a major foodie and have an Italian husband who is just the same.  But, having experienced my first ever manicure, I could lean towards being pampered instead, providing it involves a chance to go swimming as well, which is something I don’t do that often but adore.


Arabella: Which do you prefer to wear: beach shorts and top, a long evening skirt and blouse, pyjamas and slippers?
Colette: Having been a tomboy throughout my teenage years, I would have to say beach shorts and top.  Having said that I seem to have gotten slightly hooked on harem pants these days which are not only pretty and sometimes elegant, but also comfy, practical and forgiving of any potential weight gain.

Arabella: We all have a long list of books we keep meaning to read but never have the time for --- which book is a must-read for you this summer?
Colette: That’s an easy question.  It would have to be the last book written by my idol, Jackie Collins, The Santangelos.  I bought that book shortly before she sadly passed away and haven’t yet found the time to read it.  I have read every other from that series though so plan on taking that away when we are next on vacation, as the French say.  There are two others I would like to re-read both of which are by Judith Krantz those are Scruples and Scruples 2. 

Arabella: What about your future plans? Any books or series in the making?
Colette:  I’m in both writing and editing mode currently.  I have two audiobooks in production, two chick-lit novels at various stages of having been written/edited and a new crime thriller on the go.  Then, of course, there shall have to be a sequel to my debut novel, Blue and Green Should Never Be Seen! (Or so Mother Says).  That I’ve been making vague notes on while going through the audiobooks, but haven’t even started yet. Having said that, in which order they shall launch entirely depends on my progress with writing and editing.  As like many others, no doubt, my mood dictates a lot, which is why I tend to cross/switch genre to bring a project to fruition.   


Thank you for joining me on Arabella's Blog and Chit-Chat, Colette. Your latest release - an audio edition, sounds amazing. Congratulations...
Best wishes and lots more happy-ever-after writing.
Arabella Sheen
www.arabellasheen.co.uk  


ABOUT:   Colette Kebell

Colette Kebell is an eclectic author, though a relatively new one and thus far has self-published her books. Her books are light-hearted, fun and quirky and even considered by some to be inspirational.  She publishes mostly for the English speaking market and the Italian one.  Colette Kebell does not stick to just one genre when writing though, as you shall discover from her latest book to be launched on 5th April 2019

As a career, Colette spent her later years as a legal secretary. After a first attempt at writing many years ago (a book that still remains in her drawer) she resumed this passion a few years back, after being made redundant.  After few book signing events and a book talk, which almost caused her to collapse with nerves, Colette now spends her time between her home in the UK and her home in France.

Colette has two adorable dogs and, when not writing and marketing her books, she likes cooking for herself and her husband, gardening or designing various items for their home.  Amongst her other hobbies, she has also experimented with furniture upholstery, and she might, from time to time, have a paintbrush in her hand.


SOCIAL MEDIA:   
Twitter: @ColetteKebell
Instagram: @ColetteKebell

  

BLURB:   The Retail Therapist 

Window shopping! Don’t you just hate the term?
It is like going into a sweet shop and not being able to buy anything, or not knowing what to buy first. That is exactly my line of business, helping people make the right choice.
I’m one of those fashion consultants that are so popular nowadays amongst the upper crust, although I started ages ago. Choosing the right clothes for the right occasion is not an easy task: the dress has to match your personality and, if it can, enhance it.
This story is about how I abandoned the rat race, spending days in a legal office, and followed my dream of becoming a fashion consultant. I believe I’m something more though, I’m a Retail Therapist and I’m sure you are itching to know the story about how I started and how I helped my clients look fabulous! So, what are you waiting for? Hurry up, click that “buy” button up there and be prepared to enter the mysterious world of a Berkshire Retail Therapist girl.


Colette gave a talk about self-publishing and one of her books mentioned below at the Folkestone Book Festival on Sunday 22nd November 2015 at 11.00 am.  This is the link to her YouTube post if you are interested:- https://youtu.be/r0Ss8bKv4bY 

Colette also gave an online live interview which can be viewed via this link:- 

Her new Financial Crime  Suspense Thriller, "Arbitrage".  Available to purchase from Amazon https://mybook.to/Arbitrage

"The Retail Therapist", the prequel to "Blue and Greenavailable from Amazon and all major bookshops for just £1.99p as an ebook or £6.49 in paperback   http://mybook.to/RT
Audio Book available from Audible, iTunes and #Amazon http://mybook.to/AudioRT 

"Blue and Green Shall Never Be Seen (Or So Mother Says)" to purchase from Amazon and all major bookshops for £2.99 as an ebook or £8.99 in paperback  http://mybook.to/BandG 

If you like Chick Lit you should enjoy these.
En Francais "Ma Therapie Shopping" est disponsible sur Amazon  http://mybook.to/Shopping
Italiano "Missione Impeccabile" http://mybook.to/MI 
"Senza Tacchi non mi Concentro!” http://mybook.to/Senza
Espanol "Mision Impecable" http://mybook.to/MisionImpecable 
Portuguese " A Terapeuta de Moda e Estilo"  http://mybook.to/TME 

For updates on further books go to www.colettekebell.com, All Rights Reserved 

Friday, 20 September 2019

Temporary Bride by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 4


Temporary Bride
  
Arabella Sheen



Max Jordan is one of America’s most powerful, leading corporate lawyers. He is also the major stockholder and head of the billion-dollar corporation - Jordan Diamond Empire.
Max must marry soon to keep the business safe and the company secure from a takeover.
Returning to England in search of the only woman he knows and trusts to help him in his moment of need - he tracks Amy down and asks her to marry him.

Amy Denver wants nothing to do with Max Jordan…and she certainly wants nothing to do with his marriage proposal. Five painful years have passed since Max disappeared from her life and a lot has happened to her in between. Amy has a secret she’d rather he didn’t discover…her secret is Jake…their son. Once again Amy finds herself surrendering to Max and his demands as he whisks her and Jake off to Waterfront, his private, secluded home in the Hamptons.


Excerpt 4 continued...

“You two know each other?” James asked. He was somewhat taken aback.
“Amy and I go way back,” Max explained and he raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Amy felt a blush of embarrassment covering her face and it was there for all to see.
Max was still holding her hand and she knew he could feel her body trembling. She was shaking from head to toe, dreading what was about to come.
Max Jordan wasn’t supposed to be here.
He was supposed to be out of her life. He was supposed to be somewhere on the other side of the world…not here in England.
Feeling fenced in, she began to panic. She had to get away from him. She felt she couldn’t stay there a moment longer.
Amy was about to make a run for it but Max gripped and held her tightly against his side. Now that he’d found her, it seemed he wasn’t letting go.
“What? You two know each other? Amy, you dark horse,” James said. “You could have warned us you knew Max.”
“Oh no, I don’t know Max. I mean…I don’t know Mr Jordan,” Amy spluttered, trying to keep her composure.
She was frantically denying the fact she knew Max. Looking around the room she tried to convince everyone she was telling the truth.
“We were only briefly acquainted,” she explained. “And I never really knew him.”
And then she said something unforgivable. “And I don’t need and I don’t want to know him now.”
She heard a sharp intake of air as Max drew in his breath through clenched teeth.
It seemed she had hit a nerve.
She had gone too far and, although she was dismayed at what she had unthinkingly said, she couldn’t and wouldn’t take the words back.
They were true.
She had never really known the true Max and she didn’t want to get to know him again. She had too much to lose. She was aiming to avoid Max at all costs.
“You always did have a reputation of saying what you thought,” Max said smiling.
“Oh, so now I have a reputation. And what sort of reputation would that be Mr Jordan? A ruined reputation?”
The sarcasm was dripping from her tongue and Max made a face as if she had just wounded him deeply.
What right did he have to look at her like that? She was the injured party. Not him.
She desperately wanted to leave and get away but she couldn’t. With the room full of lawyers waiting for her to start the meeting, there was no chance of an immediate escape.
She was forced to stay.
Max was still holding her against his side and discreetly she started tugging away from him until reluctantly he had to release her. As their contact was broken she felt his energy draining from her.
“Ladies and gentlemen please be seated.” Max was taking command of the meeting. “I believe we’re to have a presentation followed by a discussion,” he said. “If everyone’s here…shall we proceed?”
On shaky legs and with some difficulty, Amy went over to the hologram projector and started operating the high-tech equipment.
She gave the opening speech flawlessly and when her presentation of the facts had ended the senior partners took over. Then they started getting down to the nitty-gritty.
When discussions finished it was unanimously decided Max was the best man to represent both sides of the Atlantic. He was the lawyer who was going to present the case to the English and American judicial systems. He was the man for the job.
With everyone anticipating a long, complicated, legal battle that could take months of court appearances and high powered negotiations, concerns were voiced about the amount of travelling Max would have to do. But Max shrugged off their worries telling them travel wasn’t a problem for him.
As Max began closing the meeting he stood up to address the group.
“Well, that seems to be it,” he told them. “I believe we’ve covered the most urgent points on the agenda and I’d like to say thanks for giving me such a warm welcome to Martin and Campbell earlier. I think I now have some insight into how things work here and where to go if I’m in trouble. And as I’m always in trouble, you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me.”
There was a burst of shared laughter from his audience.
“Officially I’m not one of the team but at some point, I shall probably need one of you to help me with my legal work when I’m in England. I’d like someone who knows the ropes and can organise me. Someone who can do the legwork so to speak.”
At the back of the room, someone mumbled something and a chuckle of agreement came from various staff members.
“Amy has great legs.”
Max had heard what was said and Amy saw his lips curve into a grin of agreement.
Didn’t the man miss anything?
Max was waiting expectantly for someone to volunteer and then he said, “Someone has just kindly suggested Amy and, if there are no objections, I’d like Amy to work with me whilst I’m here.”
“Who wouldn’t want Amy?” It was the same voice and everyone laugh again.
Everyone, that is, except Amy.


Disclaimer, Copyrights and Publishing
Any names or characters have no existence outside the imagination of the
 author or are used fictitiously and actual events are purely coincidental.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, copied,
stored in a retrieval system known or hereinafter invented, without
 written permission of the publisher.

Copyright © 2013 by – Arabella Sheen
Published by priceplacebooks 
All rights reserved.
ISBN 978-0-9575698-0-5
Arabella Sheen: arabellasheen.co.uk

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Welcome to Historical Crime Writer - Helena Dixon


I’m delighted to welcome Helena Dixon to my blog.


Hello Helena
It was lovely to connect with you through the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
The RNA is a wonderful group of authors and affiliates, all of whom are supportive of fellow members and their need to share and spread the word about anything bookish and romantic.
But before we learn more about your latest release, Murder at the Dolphin Hotel, here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.

Arabella: Authors can release books, making them available to readers in various ways…via an agent, or working directly with a traditional publisher, or they can even go the self-publishing route. Which method of publishing do you prefer, and why?
Nell: To me books are great in all mediums. I read on my kindle, paperbacks, hardbacks, magazines, anything so any medium that helps readers discover the sheer joy of a story is good. Bookouture, are an E book first publisher but Murder at the Dolphin Hotel is also going to be available as audio and I believe, paperback too.

Arabella: Currently, what is your most favourite T.V. programme, and why?
Helena: Oh, this is hard as I don’t watch much TV. I do love Taskmaster though. 


Arabella: Who or what inspired you to write your latest release, Murder at the Dolphin Hotel?
Helena: I am a huge fan of Agatha Christie. I love Golden Age detective fiction. I enjoy cosy crime with a good puzzle to keep me reading. I’ve wanted to write in this genre for years and I love Devon as we spend a lot of time there so setting the series in Dartmouth with its beautiful setting and history was a perfect fit.

Arabella: If the person of your dreams, (husband/wife/partner/or superstar), were to take you out for the night, where would they take you and what would you do?
Helena: Well, my husband and I have been married for almost 35 years, so we know each other very well. We love concerts and meals out with our family so I think we would go to a concert, we like all kinds of music, and then meet our lovely daughters and their partners for a meal at one of our favourite pubs.

Arabella: A slice of Chocolate Cake, a piece of Fruit, or Burger and Fries?
Helena: I don’t really like chocolate much and I’m very allergic to apples. Burger and fries don’t do it for me either so can I be awkward and choose something naughty like a fresh cream cake?
  

Arabella: When writing a book or chapter, which do you concentrate on first: plot, character, or setting?
Helena: All of my stories are character driven. Kitty is a very determined young lady and she sparks with Captain Matt Bryant very well when it comes to solving murders.

Arabella: How do you research your novels and characters?
Helena: I spend a lot of time researching. I’ve been on a steam train that follows my heroine’s journey, walked from Dartmouth castle round Warfleet Bay to where my fictional hotel would have stood. I toured Churston Golf Club in a buggy to visit the site for the third book in the series, Murder on the eleventh tee and went to Newton St Cyres which features in book two, Murder at Brockencote Manor. I read a lot of historical research too and immerse myself in the period.

Arabella: What advice would you give to someone who is starting out on their writing journey?
Helena: My advice is to read. Read a lot, read everything you can. Get a feel for words and language, learn which writers capture you and then see how they’ve done it. Don’t be afraid to explore.


Thank you for joining me on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat, Helena. It was great to learn about your latest release, Murder at the Dolphin Hotel. I’m sure your readers will be keen to find the clues, solve the crime, and uncover the murderer for themselves.
All the best, and lots of happy-ever-after writing…
Arabella Sheen
www.arabellasheen.co.uk 


About Helena Dixon
I write contemporary women’s fiction as Nell Dixon and now historical cosy crime set in 1930’s Dartmouth as Helena Dixon. You can find me on facebook as Nell Dixon, on my website www.nelldixon.com and also on Twitter as @NellDixon. An Instagram account is coming soon for Helena Dixon as I have some fab research pics to share. Murder at The Dolphin Hotel is available for preorder and will be released on December 11th, although Net Galley reviewers will be able to get it sooner I think.


Blurb – Murder at the Dolphin Hotel

A room with a view… to murder

June 1933. Independent young Kitty Underhay has been left in charge of her family’s hotel, The Dolphin, on the tranquil English coast. She’s expecting her days at the bustling resort to be filled with comfortable chatter with chambermaids as they polish the mahogany desks and glittering candelabras of the elegant foyer. Everything must be perfect for the arrival of a glamourous jazz singer from Chicago and a masked ball that will be the cultural highlight of the season.

But when several rooms are broken into and searched, including Kitty’s own, she quickly realises that something out of the ordinary is afoot at the hotel. Soon rumours are flying in the cozy town that someone is on the hunt for a stolen ruby. A ruby that Kitty’s mother may well have possessed when she herself went missing during the Great War. And when the break-ins are followed by a series of attacks and murders, including of the town’s former mayoress, it seems the perpetrator will stop at nothing to find it.

Aided by ex-army captain Matthew Bryant, the Dolphin’s new security officer, Kitty is determined to decipher this mystery and preserve not only the reputation of her hotel, but also the lives of her guests. Is there a cold-blooded killer under her own roof? And what connects the missing jewel to the mystery from Kitty’s own past?

A classic page-turning murder mystery! Fans of Agatha Christie, Elizabeth Edmondson and T.E. Kinsey will love this unputdownable whodunnit.

PRE-ORDER BUY LINK:  https://geni.us/B07XLM3SM6Cover
Murder at The Dolphin Hotel is available for preorder and will be released on December 11th

Blinded by Desire - Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 6

            Blinded by Desire Arabella Sheen Back Cover Copy Is Jason ready to give love a chance, and can he capture ...