Beachboy Murder by Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens

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Just as travel agent turned reluctant sleuth Gabby LeClair is starting to gain some of the Aloha spirit, a business consortium from Chicago breezes into the Aloha Lagoon resort and offers to buy her business. The offer is tempting...but so is hot helicopter pilot Rick Dawson, making it a difficult decision. One that becomes even more complicated when a dead body is discovered in Gabby's backyard, and she's suddenly thrust in the middle of a murder investigation!

The dead man is a former beachboy attendant from the island. With a trail of broken hearts—not to mention jealous rivals—leading up to the beachboy, Gabby tries to uncover just who had it in for the late lothario. Is the female of the species really more deadly than the male? Or has the beachboy scorned one too many women for some other man's liking?

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Detective Ray wasn't on my list of top guys on the island. I'd had a drawn-out encounter with him the summer before. He was brusque and all business when he was working. I'd never interacted with him socially, so as far as I knew that was the way he was all the time.

He touched the brim of his straw skimmer. If it had been any other man, I would've thought the gesture charming, but on just-the-facts-ma'am Detective Ray, it seemed a little rote.

"Good morning, Miss LeClair."

"Detective." I waited.

Her curiosity nearly a tangible entity, Janet stood so close behind me that if I'd moved I would have bumped into her.

"Detective?" Her voice rose in surprise, but for once there was no inflection of flirtation in it.

"What can I do for you this early, Detective Ray?" I asked.

His cop's point of view took in both of us, and he touched his hat again. "I was just wondering, Miss LeClair,"—he paused, lifted his chin, and scratched under it—"if you"—he cast a speculative glance in Janet's direction—"have anything to do with the dead body in your back yard."

About the Author:

The USA Today best-selling writing team of Sally J. Smith (right brain) and Jean Steffens (left brain) make up equal halves of one totally functional writer’s mind. Creative and intuitive and organized and systematic? What could be better than that?

The two desert dwellers work together side-by-side, literally finishing each other’s sentences, putting together their novels faster and more efficiently than they ever could individually.

When their heads aren’t together over a manuscript, you’ll find them with their families, at a movie, the mall, or out-to-lunch—in the food sense, not the spaced-out sense, well…most of the time. Their current series include Jordan Welsh Mysteries, Mystic Isle Mysteries, Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mysteries, Aloha Lagoon Gabby LeClair Mysteries, and Digby Sloan Mysteries.

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Kangaroo Dreaming by Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens - Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Five Things You Might Not Know About the Authors

Jean:
1. I tend to read several books at a time—one in the car, another on my nightstand, and a different one in my purse. That way I always a great one at hand when I need it.
2. Love going to the movies, especially suspense and thrillers. Horror movies freak me out.
3. Going out for high tea at some cozy little tea room with my girlfriends is the best—tiny tea sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and jam, big fancy hats—so much fun.
4. I watch TV in bed while eating popcorn (not popular with my husband).
5. I hate to exercise, so I just walk my dog instead.

Sally: 1. I sang backup at a recording session once, and I rocked it!
2. I’m dying to get a racy tattoo, but know I’d take massive heat from EVERYone (yes, especially Jean), so I’ve taken it off the agenda—for now anyway.
3. I used to own and operate a travel agency and just had to go all around the world for my work—a real shame, right?
4. I LOVE celebrity gossip and have a hearty helping every day for breakfast with my morning coffee.
5. If my family didn’t keep me from it, I’d probably be one of those dog-hoarding ladies—just love ‘em all—the more, the merrier, I say.

Digby Sloan, Aussie private eye, loves his mum, and is loyal as a Queensland Heeler. Now he’s in London handcuffed to a kangaroo.

Kangaroo Dreaming, a valuable aboriginal totem, must make it safely to a London museum for exhibition, and Digby is the one in charge. But within hours of his arrival, the roo is stolen and the curator is murdered.

His bosses blame Digby for the theft and insist he stay to help London Metropolitan recover Kangaroo Dreaming. That’s all well and good, except the lead cop keeps getting in Digby’s way. The case puts everyone in peril, including Digby Sloan, who might not make it back alive to the Land Down Under to find out if he even still has a job.

Read an excerpt:

I rode him as hard as I could straight across the clearing and headed dead-on for the pond in the center of it.

Falstaff’s heavy breath smoked the air. His body beneath me was soaked in sweat. The white of his wild eyes shone in the night. He carried me straight toward the water.

“Now!” I yelled in pure reaction, shifted my weight, and leaned.

Falstaff’s direction changed with such a jolt it wasn’t hard for me to do what I had to do.

The momentum launched me off his back. I was an unguided missile. My arms and legs flailed everywhere.

I slammed against the dark water, but it may as well have been a concrete slab. The wind blew from my lungs. Every inch of me cried out in pain.

The frigid pond waters closed over my head. I sank like a stone.

I headed for the slimy bottom. No. Up. Go up. I fought for the surface, pushed, kicked, and clawed. But there was no strength in my arms or my legs. No breath in my body. My tortured lungs were in agony. My brain was fuzzy. My body numb. I couldn’t see.

Sweet Mary, Mother of God.

I was drowning.

About the Authors:

Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, are partners in crime—crime writing, that is. They live in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona, awesome for eight months out of the year, an inferno the other four. They write bloody murder, flirty romance, and wicked humor all in one package.

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Email: smithandsteffens@cox.net
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Amazon Author Pages:
https://www.amazon.com/Jean-Steffens/e/B006S2X1ZU/
https://www.amazon.com/Sally-J.-Smith/e/B006S2W1SI

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Mystic Mistletoe Murders by Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens

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'Tis the season at The Mansion on Mystic Isle, and Melanie Hamilton, resident tattoo artist at the resort renown for its supernatural atmosphere, can feel the holiday spirit everywhere in the Louisiana bayou. The festive mood runs deeper than just the tinsel, mistletoe, and twinkling lights, as the milk of human kindness is flowing with gift giving, good cheer, and donations. But when Papa Noël turns up as dead as the Ghost of Christmas Past, and all the bounty from a recent charity drive is stolen, Melanie turns to Jack Stockton, the handsome resort's general manager, to help her find the killer and get it all back.

Who wanted Papa Noël dead and why? Was it the bag of loot they were after, and Papa just got in the way? Or was it a more personal attack on the jolly man in the red suit? Not only does Mel find herself in a fight to prove one of her co-workers innocent, but she's also in a race against a ticking clock to save the life of a sick child. Before long, she closes in on the killer—or maybe it's the killer closing in on Mel!

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Jack offered me the crook of his arm, and we entered the Ghostly Christmas Gala.

…The room was alive with charm. Old Marley, the Ghost of Christmas Past, née Lurch, dragged this chains around the salon, dust, née Johnson's Baby Powder from the scent of it, floating off his shredded garb as he moved. His deep and miserable moan was pretty scary and would have frightened children if there had been any in attendance.

Odeo, the Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come, lumbered the room as the grim reaper, sickle and all. His face and dark skin sunken back into the cowl made the place where his features should have been look eerily like a black hole.

…And Melvin, the little person who'd performed Lurch's Christmas elf counterpart made a fine Tiny Tim, crutch under one arm, knickers, and knee socks.

He hobbled over when we walked in and glared up at Jack. "I go out to the levee with you and knock a few heads together on your behalf, and this is the thanks I get? What the heck? Tiny Tim? I mean, could we be any more cliché here?"

Jack looked truly repentant. "Hey, Melvin, believe me." He ran one hand from his own head downward. "None of this was my idea. Tonight, we play the roles we're assigned."

Melvin snorted. "Still. I mean, really?" and hobbled away.

"Not a happy Tiny Tim, is he?" I said."

"Hm-mm." Jack said. "Man, I hope he doesn't hit anybody with that crutch."

About the Authors:

The USA Today Best-selling writing team of Sally J. Smith (right brain) and Jean Steffens (left brain) make up equal halves of one totally functional writer’s mind. Creative and intuitive and organized and systematic? What could be better than that?

The two desert dwellers work together side-by-side, literally finishing each other’s sentences, putting together their novels faster and more efficiently than they ever could individually.

When their heads aren’t together over a manuscript, you’ll find them with their families, at a movie, the yoga studio, the mall, or out-to-lunch—in the food sense, not the spaced-out sense, well…most of the time. Their current series include Jordan Welsh & Eddie Marino Novels, Mystic Isle Mysteries, Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mysteries, Aloha Lagoon Gabby LeClair Mysteries, and Digby Sloan Mysteries. Visit our website, look around, and sign up for our newsletter. We love hearing from our readers and always answer our e-mails: smithandsteffens@cox.net.

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