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The Coin Series Box Set by Maria Elena Alonso-Sierra


The
Coin Series Box Set
by
Maria Elena Alonso-Sierra

Genre:
Romantic Thriller

The
thrilling, complete story of Gabriela Martinez and Richard Harrison,
as they try to keep one step ahead from madmen who are trying to kill
them.



THE
COIN (Book One) -
A coin found, a terrible secret, and a psychopath who will stop at
nothing to keep that secret safe.
When
Gabriela Martinez finds a French coin on one of her outings, she
never thought the possession of it could get her killed. Only Richard
Harrison, the intelligence operative sent to protect her, can save
her from this madman, who will do everything to silence Gabriela. And
when the psychological games to terrorize Gabriela escalate, Richard
must find a solution, or it may be too late for both their lives and
their love.
Set
in the exotic French Riviera, The Coin is a story of hatred,
betrayal, love and duty--terrible and painful choices that,
nonetheless, bring about personal triumph.

THE
BOOK OF HOURS (Book 2)
- For Gabriela Martinez, psychopaths do hit twice.
Four
years ago, when Gabriela Martinez almost lost her life to a
sociopath's twisted vision, she never thought she'd be hunted
again.
After
catching a glimpse of Gabriela's new work, The Book of Hours, Arnold
Wickeham has been like a man possessed. Now, he will do anything to
claim it, and no one, especially not Gabriela, will stand in his
way.
Now
that her life is being threatened once more, Richard Harrison will
risk everything, not only to protect her, but especially to get her
back in his life. However, the stakes are higher this time around and
there is much more to lose. Together, Gabriela and Richard must find
a way to stay one step ahead of the danger, if not, Gabriela's life,
but especially their future together, may very well go up in
flames.

Set
in California and in London, The Book of Hours is a story about
greed, dangerous obsession, family duty, and, especially deserved
second chances.

"The
Coin is a suspenseful, sexy, romantic thriller...a page-turner --
Kirkus Reviews"

"Dare
I say that The Book of Hours may have been better than The Coin?
Along with the action, suspense, romance, and murder attempts, who
wouldn't enjoy this book? - Books, Reviews, Links, and a Little
Extra"



 Excerpt:

Richard moved in a direct line to intercept Maurice. The skin on the back of his neck crawled as if a cold hand had been pressed against it. Richard’s stomach muscles clenched. What the hell was wrong? He searched his surroundings, his grip on Gabriela’s upper arm tightening. He picked up the pace.
Gabriela tried to keep up, sensing his mounting tension. What was happening that he wasn’t telling her? Nervously, she looked about her. She then searched Richard’s face, saw the tension there, and didn’t question his tight grip, or his hurried pace again.
Maurice stopped, his knowing grin stretching his face like putty.
“You better swipe that grin off your face, mon ami.” Richard spoke loud enough for Maurice to hear, his own lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. He extended his hand for the keys. “Where is—”
The air suddenly howled, ripped apart by a blast that surged forward like a living force, dazzling in its fury. The ground heaved, dislodging its contents, while dust rose in increasing waves like a tsunami. In a split second, the impact of the explosion tossed Gabriela forward as if invisible hands had slammed a sack full of bricks against her back. She rammed into Maurice, his grin wiped clean by a look of stunned disbelief. The force of the shock wave knocked them both off balance and onto the flagstones, with Richard catapulted through the air beside them with the ease of a finger knocking dominos over.
Richard hit the ground with enough of a wallop to knock the breath out of his lungs, but instinct and training took over within seconds. Cursing in all the languages he knew, he rolled on top of Gabriela, shielding her body with his own as fireballs and car fragments began to rain on them like in the aftermath of a volcanic eruption, nicking and tearing at flesh. Behind them, fire ignited explosions, explosions created more chaos. The intense heat sizzled skin, clothes and hair, even made metal sweat.
Before more debris could pelt them, Richard and Maurice each grabbed Gabriela by an arm and quickly disappeared behind the protective glass of the building, now cracked like crushed ice by the shock waves from the blast. Screams and curses filled the air outside, blending with the stampeding noises of humans searching for cover inside. Completing the chaotic symphony was the sound of grinding metal as cars crashed into one another, while smoke belched from the raging inferno outside in the parking lot.
Maurice grabbed an agent as he scurried by and barked out orders. He shoved the man away to do his bidding and shouted at the top of his voice. “Pascal! Attends-moi!”
“I’m taking her out of this,” Richard shouted over the din. “Meet you in your office.”
Maurice nodded curtly. Richard turned and shouldered his way through the living mass swarming the lobby. He pushed and shoved, slowly opening a gap until they reached the elevators, all the while Gabriela burrowed herself deeper into Richard’s body.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered, but a shudder wracked her.
Richard framed her face with his hands, quickly scanning it, taking note that fortunately it wasn’t bruised too badly. The elevator doors opened and Richard shoved people aside as he propelled Gabriela in. One quick look at her pale face had shown him she needed to sit quickly before she fainted.
The passage from lobby, to elevator, to third floor office took on surreal proportions to Gabriela. Sensory messages existed only in a muted reality, with Richard her only focal point, her anchor. She barely noticed his zigzagging her through the chaos of people, yet paradoxically was keenly aware of his frantic heartbeat, the steely strength of his arms wrapped around her, protecting her. She felt his warmth amid the cold that had taken possession of every nerve in her body. Minutes later, when he tried to deposit her on a chair, she resisted, refusing to break contact. Her hold was so fierce Richard was forced to bend over until the seat stopped her descent. And even after she recognized the hard surface beneath her, she didn’t let go.
Richard carefully disengaged her arms. “Sweetheart, I have to assess any damage.” His voice was soft, husky, as if he were experiencing difficulty with it.
Gabriela finally let go. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry and her body couldn’t stop shaking. Seconds ago, this building had felt pleasantly cool. Now, it felt like an icebox. Her throat constricted and she tried to hold back tears. She never thought she could feel this frightened.
“Are you—” Her voice came out as a croak. She swallowed. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said, but didn’t look up from his gentle examination of her. If he did, he was afraid she would read the horror in his eyes, the anger, and his vulnerability. He had been prepared for anything—but this? Richard concentrated on cataloging her injuries. This had been too damn close.
Gabriela sensed that, despite his words, all was not well with him. Richard’s hands were shaking slightly. His tight discipline seemed to be fraying like a spider’s web against buffeting winds. She had once scoffed at the idea of Richard ever losing control, but now she was aware he was human, not a superhero of comic strip proportions. He could be hurt, and had been, trying to protect her. The back of his shirt sported burnt patches where hot metal had struck him as he’d shielded her body after the blast.
He pried her hands open and studied her battered palms. A shudder shook him. “God, Gabriela.” His voice sounded hoarse. “You could’ve been killed out there.” His eyes connected with hers. They were violently dark, in stark contrast with his ashen face. “If anything had happened to you—” He stared at her lovely eyes and knew he couldn’t have borne it had she died. “I don’t think I could have lived with myself.”
He cupped her face gently, his thumbs roving softly across her cheeks, savoring her softness, her warmth, her life. Gabriela closed her eyes, avoiding the raw pain she read in his, her heart thumping outrageously at each caress. “I—” She lifted her eyelids and held his look for a moment, a deep flush heating her face. “Ditto. To you, I mean.”
Her simple confession destroyed the final barrier that had caged him away from her. His thumbs shifted to her lips, felt the slight tremors there. With a hunger so fierce it practically drowned him, he brought her face to his and kissed her, softly at first, wanting to taste her, to absorb her tremors. When she opened her lips to him in welcome, he dived in, drinking deeply, longingly, wanting to fuse with her.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
“Gabriela.”
Gabriela had never heard her name whispered with such longing, such heat. It snapped her back to reality. She pushed him gently away, hiding her face in shame and shocked at her own response. “No. No more. I should never . . . we can never—” She pressed her palms against her cheeks. They were burning. “This should not have happened.”
“But it did.” He tried lifting her face. “Listen—”
“No.” She got up abruptly. She knew what Richard wanted to say, but she couldn’t allow it. Things that were said could never be taken back. She concentrated on the chaos of agents rushing back and forth outside Maurice’s office. “Please, Richard, let it be for now. Let’s concentrate on bringing this man to justice.”
Richard rose from his crouched position. He knew he shouldn’t press, but what the hell, he wanted her, needed her. He stepped forward.
“You’d better look at this,” Maurice said, rushing in and brandishing a small piece of paper like a sword. He extended it to Richard.
Richard scanned the contents. There wasn’t much, just a single word: Boom! “Did anyone see the son of a bitch?”
“Yes. The security guard at the entrance gate signed for it an hour before the explosion. Pascal is reviewing the surveillance tapes now.”
An hour. While Gabriela was practicing her shooting. “Where was the blast?”
“At the northeast section of wall in the compound.” Maurice speared his hair with such force that the cigarette on his lips wobbled. “Near enough to be felt, but far enough to cause only minimal damage.”
Richard began to pace. He wished he had the bastard’s neck in his hands. “This guy is good at his fucking games.”
Gabriela’s eyes rounded with incredulity. “You call what just happened a game?”
“That bomb had very little blasting power. It was also set off before we even got near the car.”
“He’s right, Madame,” Maurice said, grinding his cigarette into an ashtray. “It was a warning, perhaps a delaying tactic.”
“What I can’t figure out is why,” Richard answered.


SHORT PARAGRAPH WITH RICHARD AND GABRIELA

“Jesus Christ!” she said, horrified. Richard’s arms were two steel bands imprisoning her against him. She twisted her head to look at him. “Is it always like this?” she asked, shocked.
He avoided her eyes, trying desperately to control the strong reaction her proximity was creating. “Yes,” he said, brusquely releasing her. “Now that the recoil won’t take you by surprise, try it alone.” He took a couple of steps back.
Gabriela raised her hands again, following step by step what he had told her. She slowly pulled the trigger. As she felt the gun fire, she instinctively closed her eyes and averted her face.
“Damn it!” he snapped. “Never take your eyes away from your target unless you want to get killed.”
Gabriela saw red. She rounded on him, her eyes turning into a molten gold of heat and anger. “And how the hell am I supposed to react, damn it! Like I’m sniper material? For your information, Mr. Harrison, the only goddamn dangerous things I’ve ever handled have been kitchen knives and India ink. I’ve never held a damn gun in my hand. I hate guns. Have hated them since one of my uncles joined Castro’s regime and made them part of his wardrobe. It makes me sick to have to pull the trigger, to know I might have to injure or kill someone with it. So back off! What the hell do you want from me?”
They stared at each other until Richard’s eyes began crinkling, his features softening into a smile.
“Don’t you dare laugh, Richard Harrison,” she spat out, doubly furious. “It’s not damn funny.”
“But it is, my dear Gabriela Martinez.” He stepped close to her. “You look like an avenging goddess. The only thing you’re missing is Zeus’s thunderbolt to strike me dead. Or would you prefer your rolling pin?”
She glared at him, but the mirth in his eyes was contagious, and she couldn’t stay angry. She burst out in nervous laughter, shaking her head. “I could strangle you,” she told him truthfully.
“Punching is much better. Here.” He pointed to a spot on his arm. “Fire away.”






Maria
Elena Alonso-Sierra is a romantic suspense author with a unique point
of view. Her adventure novels take place in locales across Europe and
the United States, reflecting her international upbringing and
extensive time as a global traveler. In her duology, The Coin and The
Book of Hours, her characters, Gabriela and Richard, walk the same
paths as their creator, though her life was never in so much
danger.



Her
short story collection, The Fish Tank: And Other Short Stories, is an
imaginative ride through various genres. One section in particular,
“Soul Songs”, delves into the gut-wrenching experience of exile
with Ms. Alonso-Sierra’s fictionalized Cuban Diaspora stories,
based on her own experience of exile.

The
author’s short story, “Retribution Served”, is featured in the
anthology Book Dreams: Volume 1, and has been well received by
readers.

Ms.
Alonso-Sierra’s writing career began circa age thirteen with a very
juvenile science fiction short story, but the writing bug hit, and
she has been writing, in one capacity or another, ever since. She has
worked as a professional dancer, singer, journalist, and literature
teacher in both the university and middle school levels (and not
necessarily in that order) and holds a Masters in English literature.
She loves to hear from readers and, when not writing, roams around to
discover new places to set her novels.

She
is currently working on her fourth book, a Detective Nick Larson
novel, and lives in North Carolina with her husband and her dog,
Amber.







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Cataclysm: Survival in a Barren World by Robert F. Lundrigan


Cataclysm:
Survival in a Barren World
by
Robert F. Lundrigan

Genre:
SciFi Fantasy

The
story is told from two points of view. The Clark family finds
themselves seemingly alone on a barren planet while an alien named
Pzx is in charge of the fleet looking for a home. She is under orders
but would prefer to communicate with other beings. This is a tale of
the struggles of both of them as they seek to survive in a barren
world.


Excerpt 2:


Bill wakes at the crack of dawn and gets things ready for travel without waking the others. As he leaves the main gate he stops to look in on the ranger booth but no one is there. Somebody has left a uniform, complete with shoes right there in the middle of the floor of the small cubicle, and the cash box is open and filled with money. He shrugs his shoulders at the strange condition but leaves the price of a campsite rental for one night on the small counter and drives on. Soon he is out of the Mammoth Cave National Park land and on the entrance to the
highway that leads towards Nashville. There hasn’t been a single car or truck on the road so far but, now that he’s on the main drag, there’s bound to be traffic.
He looks both ways and there’s nothing coming in either direction. “I know that there’s light traffic in the south as compared to the north, but this is ridiculous,” he mutters to himself just before he sees the two cars overturned in the ditch beside the road. He stops and gets out to investigate. There’s nobody in the cars but there’s clothing
scattered about in both of them. He gets a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. The road is straight and flat affording good visibility. There’s no traffic in either direction. He waits for five minutes and nothing shows up. Something is wrong, terribly wrong.
He climbs back into the driver’s seat and proceeds slowly towards Nashville. He sees more and more overturned and smashed vehicles along the way but investigation always reveals the same thing - No people in evidence but there is always clothing scattered inside of each vehicle. There’s even watches and jewelry in some of them. His
head is beginning to pound. None of this makes any sense. He turns on the radio to get the news, to find out what in the hell is going on. All he gets is the shoosh of the open airways. He scans the band over and over but either his radio is broken or nothing is being broadcast. He turns on the CB and gets the same shooshing sound, nothing more. “Oh my God,” he shouts. “What is going on?”
His shout wakes up the rest of the crew and they find him sitting in the driver’s seat shaking like a leaf. “Dad, what’s the matter?” asks Marty. “Are you alright?”
“There’s nobody out there,” is all that he can say.
Diana is the first to notice the smashed vehicles alongside of the road. She shakes Bill and he snaps out of it. He tells them what he has found, or has not found. The details are enough to numb them all into a sort of semi-shock but Bill decides to press on towards Nashville until they at least come to a McDonald’s or someplace where he knows that there are always people.
For a while they stop at every empty vehicle to investigate but it’s always the same. They soon learn that it’s useless to stop, and keep going until they come upon a sign that tells them there’s a Burger King at the next exit. When they get to the exit ramp there are several smashed vehicles and an overturned eighteen wheeler blocking the way. The restaurant is nearby so they leave the motorhome and walk. There’s no sound except the sound of a soft breeze murmuring through the trees, and there’s no movement save for that moved by the same breeze, and when they start walking, the sound of their footsteps are like drum beats. The parking lot of the Burger King is nearly full of cars and the big yellow and red signs glow with the electricity that’s inside them.
“Looks like there’s somebody here. The place is open,” shouts Mike as he dashes on ahead followed by Marty and the girls .
When Diana and Bill get to the top of the ramp the children are on their way back, their faces as white as new fallen snow. There is shock in their eyes. “All there is inside are piles of clothes but no people. All the lights are on and there’s even Whoppers ready behind the counter, but there’s nobody anywhere,” says Debbie. “Oh, my God! What is happening, Daddy?”
“I don’t know, honey. I don’t know.” He takes a sobbing daughter into his arms, feeling helpless and confused.
They go into the restaurant where Bill notices on the small computer above the counter that the last order was taken at five-thirtyeight PM. “Whatever happened must have happened at about five-thirtyeight last evening,” he tells them, pointing to the screen.




Robert
F. Lundrigan is a certified member of APICS and former Manager of
Materials at General Electric. A native of Massachusetts, he
graduated from Lowell Institute in Mechanical Engineering and later
attended technical and creative writing workshops at Harvard. He has
helped several companies as a consultant to improve profits by using
the theory of constraints, with great success. Bob has written
numerous articles for professional journals, this is his second
novel.


Guest Post by Robert F. Lundrigan
My granddaughter, Amy, was pregnant with her second child in 2011 when  her doctor told her that the baby needed to be aborted because its heart didn't develop properly and was only half a heart. Her own heart was broken but she was determined  so she went to a specialist at Boston Children's Hospital, a place where miracles are performed every day. It was a long hard pregnancy with less than one percent probability of survival, but Amy was determined.  When the proper time arrived the surgeon took the baby by ceasarian section and within the first hour of its birth performed a life saving open heart surgery on the tiny heart, followed by two more open heart surgeries before little Sammy was two. He never ate solid food until he was three, but was fed through a plastic tube directly into his stomach. It's a miracle beyond imagination, but little Sammy is a happy, healthy little guy with a smile for everybody he meets. To know him is to love him. I am donating all proceeds I receive for Cataclysm to "It's My Heart, New England", a charity to help the children and families of CHD in non medical ways. On June 24th of this year there will be a family walk and picnic at Endicott Park in Danvers Massachusetts.  For details go to walk.itsmyheartnewengland.org.  Sammy will be here and so will I.  Here's a picture of Sammy sitting amongst a former years picnic tshirt



 
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Jolie and Scoobie High School Misadventures Jolie Gentil Cozy Mysteries #0.5 by Elaine Orr


Jolie
and Scoobie High School Misadventures
Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #0.5
by
Elaine Orr


Genre:
Cozy Mystery

When
Jolie Gentil’s parents leave her with Aunt Madge for her junior
year so they can ‘work things out’ in their marriage, she’s
angry. She knows no one at Ocean Alley High School. Some kids snub
her, but she makes friends with the irreverent Scoobie. He’s quirky
and fun, but he’s skipped school and smoked pot in the past, so
people avoid him. Jolie learns how to shoot a squirt gun from under
the boardwalk and tries not to flunk geometry. She also learns that
the family she babysits for has a secret, one that puts Jolie in
danger. You’ve met Jolie and Scoobie as crime-solving adults. Check
out their high school friendship. Same humor, different challenges.
Plus a couple of hints about why Jolie wants to get to the bottom of
murders when she’s all grown up.






Appraisal
For Murder
Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #1

Jolie
Gentil moves to Great Aunt Madge’s Jersey shore B&B, taking her
cat Jazz, and joining Madge's pair of prune-eating dogs. It's not a
retreat from her embezzling ex-husband, just a smart change. Jolie
rekindles friendships, dodges a low-level wise guy, and tries to
figure out her new life. She hasn't seen her high school classmates
in ten years, and they weren't all buds. Why care if a couple of them
are murder suspects? Because finding a dead body when you're
appraising a house grabs your attention.


Jolie
balances fear of a smart-mouth wise guy with a belief that her
friends are innocent. Her murder suspects include one accused's
ex-wife and beneficiaries of the dead woman's will. Jolie keeps
searching, but will someone's plans leave her alive to find the
truth?


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Rekindling
Motives
Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #2

When
Jolie Gentil gets tapped for some appraisal work at her tenth high
school reunion she does not expect to find the skeleton of Richard
Tillotson in an antique attic wardrobe in the vacant house. He
vanished just after his sister married his business partner in 1929.
Jolie sees a link to the Tillotson-Fisher family's Prohibition era
business and works with friends Scoobie and Ramona to gather clues
from old photo albums and ledgers. The albums lead to Mary Doris
Milner, Richard's girlfriend, who has fond memories of him and is
certain of who murdered him. But, she couldn't prove it then and he's
long dead, too.


The
present day murder of Mary Doris tells Jolie and Scoobie they are on
the right track. Did the secret she kept all these years finally kill
her, and will solving Mary Doris' murder lead to a culprit in a
decades-old crime? Between running the food pantry at Christmas and
escaping a burning building, Jolie wants to figure out who the modern
killer is before someone else gets hurt.







When
the Carny Comes To Town

Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #3








Though
she never liked the idea of sitting on the plank above the dunk tank
for the food pantry's carnival fundraiser, Jolie never dreamed what
Scoobie saw that day would leave him battling for his life. Scoobie's
ex-con mother shows up and there's a murder to add to the mix. Soon
Jolie is doing more than appraising real estate. Even that is
complicated by home burglars. She grudgingly seeks help from her
nemesis, reporter George Winters, and tries to stay ahead of a
kidnapper and murderer so she can take charge of her world again. Can
she keep her friends safe? Will Scoobie recover enough to plan
another silly fundraiser?







Any
Port in a Storm
Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #4

Jolie
Gentil and friends are putting the finishing touches on the Talk Like
a Pirate Day fundraiser for the food pantry and trying to figure out
who's breaking into some of the houses Jolie appraises. When she
realizes a new face in town is leading high school kids into trouble,
Jolie's mad and lets him know it. Hayden offers to help her mind her
own business, and people at the fundraiser hear her give him what
for. A hurricane's on the way, and when a corpse turn up under the
pirate ship the next day, Jolie's looking like a suspect.






Trouble
on the Doorstep

Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #5

From
Hurricane Sandy to Cozy Corner B&B repairs to Aunt Madge's
wedding in three weeks. If Jolie can handle that surely she can deal
with a sobbing woman who shows up at midnight playing a scary message
on her phone. Pooki is frantic about her husband's whereabouts and is
definitely ditzy. A shady deal for storm repairs at the Ocean Alley
Senior Complex seems to be at the root of Steve Oliver's hit-and-run
death and missing business partner, Pooki’s husband, Eric. When
Eric ends up dead at the B&B, Jolie digs for clues as she burns
muffins and appraises houses. Can Jolie find the murderer and expose
fraudulent repair bids – without getting hurt?






Behind
the Walls

Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #6

Finalist
for Chanticleer 2014 Mystery and Mayhem Award. It’s fun to buy a
house. Unless someone wants what’s hidden behind the walls and is
willing to kill for it. Jolie is pursued by a purse thief and a
burglar, but the guy she’s most worried about is the one who left
an elderly auctioneer dead on her porch swing. Suspects abound, but
they aren’t all going to live to tell their story.






Vague
Images

Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #7

Bad
enough that Jolie ends up in the emergency room because she avoided a
deer. Worse to find a dead woman in the hospital restroom. In between
appraising houses and feeding her pet skunk, Jolie’s on the lookout
for a runaway teenager and whoever planted the dead woman in her
path. Thanks to best bud Scoobie, she’s also planning a crazy
fundraiser for the food pantry. Just when Jolie’s ready to leave
the murder investigation to the police, she gets a surprise—and
it’s not a good one. Will her need to know see her hurt—or worse?






Ground
to a Halt

Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #8

When
Jolie Gentil goes to buy a cup of coffee, she finds Java Jolt empty.
A bigger surprise is seeing proprietor Joe Regan later, badly
injured. A potential killer thinks Jolie has something he was hiding.
Jolie needs to figure out who's telling the truth and how far the
thugs will go to find what they want. Only solving the puzzle will
keep Jolie safe, protect a vulnerable Iraqi War vet, and make sure
she stays alive. But if Jolie keeps searching, her budding romance
with Scoobie may grind to a halt.






Holidays
in Ocean Alley

Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #9

Aunt
Madge’s brief stay in assisted living (don’t stand on a stool to
hang garland) would be uneventful, except for the body that falls
into her apartment along with a Christmas wreath. After years of
telling Jolie not to be a busybody, Aunt Madge turns to Jolie’s
boyfriend Scoobie to help find clues. Told from Madge and Scoobie’s
points of view, with help from some feisty seniors.






The
Unexpected Resolution
Jolie
Gentil Cozy Mysteries #10

A
midnight wedding, Army veterans who face repercussions of two
different wars, and a very startling wedding guest. A 9-1-1 call
during the wedding changes everything. Jolie has to help Scoobie
figure out what he wants to know, and determine who seems to want
someone in his family dead. Book 10 in the Jolie Gentil cozy mystery
series brings together the close-knit group of friends and zany Ocean
Alley townspeople for a very special event – and a murder.







Elaine
L. Orr is the Amazon bestselling author of the ten-book Jolie Gentil
cozy mystery series, which is set at the Jersey shore. "Behind
the Walls" was a finalist for the 2014 Chanticleer Mystery and
Mayhem Awards. First in her River's Edge mystery series was "From
Newsprint to Footprints," followed by "Demise of a Devious
Neighbor." Iowa nice meets murder. "Tip a Hat to Murder"
is set in rural Illinois, and is the first of the Logland mystery
series.


Elaine
also writes plays and novellas, including the one-act, "Common
Ground," published in 2015. Her novella, "Biding Time,"
was one of five finalists in the National Press Club's first fiction
contest, in 1993. "Falling into Place" is a novella about
family strength as a World War II veteran rises to the toughest
occasion.

Elaine
conducts presentations on electronic publishing and other
writing-related topics. Nonfiction includes "Words to Write By:
Getting Your Thoughts on Paper" and "Writing in Retirement:
Putting New Year's Resolutions to Work." She also authors online
classes about writing and publishing.

A
member of Sisters in Crime, Elaine grew up in Maryland and moved to
the Midwest in 1994. Elaine graduated from the University of Dayton
with a BA in Political Science and from the American University with
an MA in Government. She worked for GAO and the National Academy of
Public Administration for many year, and for two Iowa members of the
U.S. House of Representatives -- one Republican and one
Democrat.

Elaine
did some journalism course work at the University of Maryland and has
taken fiction courses from The Writer's Center in Bethesda, MD, the
University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival, and Georgetown
University's Continuing Education Program. She is a regular attendee
at the Magna Cum Murder in Indianapolis and the Book Bums Workshop in
West Liberty, Iowa.







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