Showing posts with label historical mystery. Show all posts
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Friday, May 1, 2026

Cain's Chameleon Teaser #rabtbooktours




Historical Fiction Mystery Thriller

Date Published: 01-26-2026

Publisher: Bearss Lair Books



If the newspaper reported your death and no one questioned it, would you correct the mistake… or take the lifeline?

Dan Driscoll is consumed by gambling debt, cornered by bookies and loan sharks, forced to bet on one last scheme. When things turn violent and two people are shot, his best friend, Stan Neumann, swallows what he suspects. He can’t risk divulging a closely-held family secret.

Then a body washes up on the Lake Michigan shoreline, and the lake gives Dan what the bookies never would: a way out. Authorities call it an accident and list him as the drowning victim. For Dan, it’s an escape route delivered in black ink.

He becomes a ghost, an imposter, a chameleon. But lies don’t stay buried.

As America is pulled into World War II, Stan enlists, choosing duty on his terms before the draft can rewrite his life. In Pearl Harbor, one chance encounter dredges up a name he thought was long buried.

War changes everything, but it doesn’t erase unfinished business. And when the truth demands to be heard, how long can a stolen life stay buried before the past comes to collect?


Excerpt

Lucy wasn’t smiling like she used to when she folded her letter, slipped it into the envelope, sealed it with a kiss, and applied the three-cent stamp. Even the spring in her step lacked the zeal she typically exhibited during her walk to the post office. The words on the paper were true to her commitment. They spoke of the news from the home front, stories that helped Stan’s morale, and made sure her underlying message was being proud, supportive, and encouraging. The words wandering around in Lucy’s thoughts, however, were in stark contrast to this messaging.

Ever since Stan was assigned to the navy radar training school, Lucy had become more and more unsure in her belief that things would be okay. His work as an Aviation Machinists Mate stateside meant he was safe. And Minneapolis was relatively close to home. Being trained as a radarman for shipboard duties meant it was more likely he would be sent overseas into a combat zone. This caused a higher level of worry. Like everything else this war has put in short supply, her ration of optimism was slowly being depleted, and the resources for replenishing that reservoir were becoming scarce.

Her quandary was not letting Stan know about this foreboding, even though he was normally her most trusted sounding board. She tried to talk about this with her sister Millie. But Millie’s approach to these heartfelt struggles was to fix them, make them go away, or advise Lucy, “Try not to think about it.” This was not the type of support Lucy needed.

During her alone time, sitting staring out the window, the overwhelming emotion that prevailed over all others was that she really missed her husband. She now knew what being heartbroken felt like.

 

 


 While author Mark Bearss was setting the stage for his retirement, concerned co-workers would ask, “What are you going to do when you’re not working?” He found this question rather curious. It should have been posed, “What are you going to do first?” Mark knew that if travel was involved, he had had enough of commercial flights after 28 years of teaching for the medical device industry. Mark yearned for road trips – to visit those places he only saw from 38,000 feet. Little did he know that wish journeyed down an unexpected fork in the road. He would become an author.

While conducting genealogy research, Mark discovered archived de-classified military documents that revealed the name of a U.S. Navy destroyer his father served aboard during WWII. The reason this was a poignant discovery was because, while growing up in Grand Rapids, Michigan, his father made no mention of this. Apart from being a U.S. Naval Reserve flight instructor, he knew his father served aboard the carrier USS ESSEX. But in what capacity? That, too, was not revealed. More discoveries materialized the further he dug. In fact, there was a lot more his father didn’t mention. This wasn’t unusual. Many WWII veterans didn’t talk about what happened back then.

Because of the pandemic, the National Archives in St. Louis was closed and rendered Lt. Bearss’ military records unavailable. Thus began a project that challenged Mark’s research endeavors for over two years and about 5,000 miles on the road. The biographical sketch was sorted from creative Internet search strings, history books, navy publications, and networking with journalists, librarians, archivists, bloggers, aviation enthusiasts, museum and historical society curators, navy veterans, relatives, and more. One online resource that was instrumental in tracking his father’s journey was the weekly newspaper published in the county where his parents grew up: The Oceana Herald. It included a Local News section where family members and organizations could submit a short blurb about a relative’s visit, a social gathering, or – where a son or husband was currently stationed.

This project culminated in 2022 with Mark’s first publication titled, Undisclosed Stories Discovered: Honoring the World War II Military Journey of Lt. Joseph Ward Bearss, USNR. When asked what was one of the highlights surrounding this story, he described the road trips to seek out and discover places where his father lived, trained and was stationed during the war. What prompted him to write this as a biography took place during a meeting with the curator of the World War II Home Front Museum on St. Simons Island, Georgia. St. Simons Naval Air Station was the site for the U.S. Naval Radar Training Station, where Lt. Bearss was trained in shipboard radar operations, enemy interception, and Fighter Direction. While the museum had ample archived materials about the facility, it had very little documented about the servicemembers who trained there.

Only 250 copies were printed. Mark went back on the road in his Class-B motorhome and personally donated those copies to family members, friends and relatives, the librarians, archivists, researchers, museums, curators, historical societies, newspapers, The American Heritage Center, VFW Posts, airport FBOs, and other assorted WWII enthusiasts in 12 states who helped in his endeavors. It was a two-fold reward. Not only did his father’s story finally become told, Mark experienced the pleasure of meeting all these wonderful people who were his resources, advisors, collaborators, and consultants. Up until that point, they were only names in an email contact list.

You’re probably asking, “How is all this relevant to Mark’s new novel, Cain’s Chameleon?” It was the research from The Oceana Herald that planted the seed for this story. While perusing its issues, Mark stumbled on two articles that piqued his curiosity. The first reported an attempted murder in a home close to his family’s summer cottage on Lake Michigan. The second reported a drowning victim that washed up on the beach right where Mark and his friends used to play. Just two more stories never divulged while growing up. He wondered, Were these two events related? Then Mark decided — he would make them related.


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Friday, January 2, 2026

Elmer Kelton's The Blessing Teaser #rabtbooktours



Western Adventure, Historical Mystery

Date Published: 12-03-2025

Publisher: Devil's Claw Press



Hewey Calloway, Elmer Kelton’s favorite footloose cowboy, has always been known to have a generous nature, readily giving to those in need. Time has finally mellowed Hewey and given him some wisdom that was lacking in his youth, but deep down, he’s still the same old Hewey. In this sequel to The Smiling Country, a beneficiary to one of Hewey’s past generosities pays him back, and with interest. Knowing Hewey would decline a monetary repayment, he is gifted land back in Upton County.

Trouble is, it was bought from his old adversary, Fat Gervin, who is still as crooked as ever. Gervin finds a seeming loophole in the contract and tries to pull another fast one on Hewey, who is fed up with Gervin’s endless treachery. Tensions rise, and when Gervin is shot, it’s Hewey who’s on the hook for the crime. But things are never as they seem, and it’s up to an eclectic cast of characters to sort it out, and for Hewey to learn what’s really important in life. 

Written by longtime journalist turned novelist John Bradshaw, who was selected by The Elmer Kelton Estate to continue the Hewey Calloway tradition.


Excerpt

The morning sun was warm on Hewey’s face as he neared the Circle W’s eastern fence and the road beyond. When he crossed a small hill just west of the road, he saw an automobile parked outside the fence and a man struggling to open the wire gate that led into the ranch. Hewey rode nearer and saw the man was a stranger. He was older than Hewey by a decade or so, soft in the middle and wearing a dark suit and a snap-brim driving cap. 

Although Morgan Jenkins occasionally visited the ranch in his automobile, Pincushion had certainly never been this close to one of the machines. He snorted and sidestepped, threatening to do something untoward. Unconcerned with the horse’s feelings, Hewey swatted the dun on the hip with the heavy tail of a rein. Pincushion decided Hewey was more of an immediate threat than the vehicle, and he moved forward cautiously. 

The gate was made of five strands of barbwire with a cedar stay tied in the middle and another at each end. The gate fastened with two loops of barbwire, one at the top and another at the bottom. The gate had to be pulled tighter, by hand, to release the wire loops that held it closed. The man in the suit was having trouble with the task. He looked up as Hewey approached. 

“Mornin’,” Hewey said cautiously. He and Pincushion both eyed the stranger with some wariness. 

“This is the Circle W Ranch, is it not?” asked the man abruptly. “I am looking for a man by the name of Hewey Calloway. Do you know where I might find him?” 

Hewey thought that one over for a moment. The man did not strike him as a lawman. In any case, he had been on the straight and narrow, for the most part at least, since Spring had expressed her dislike of public drunkenness and the misfortunes that so often befell Hewey during those occasions. 

“Yes, sir,” he said finally. “This is the Circle W, and I’m Hewey Calloway.” 

“That is excellent news,” said the man. “My name is Howard Stephens. I am an attorney in Alpine, for the time being at least. I have some information for you, and some paperwork. Would it be possible for us to go someplace where we might sit and talk? Somewhere out of this sun? It’s getting dreadfully hot already.” 

Everything Hewey knew of lawyers taught him to be wary. “What do we need to talk about? Am I in some sort of trouble? I been behaving myself pretty well for a couple years now.” 

“No, Mister Calloway. I assure you this is all good news. I guarantee it, to be precise, but it is a bit lengthy to get into out here.” 

Hewey was still uncertain, but his curiosity got the best of him. “We can go up to headquarters. It’s just a few miles thataway.” He nodded his head west. 

“Perfect,” said Stephens. “Now, would you mind helping me with this gate? It seems to be broken.”

 

About the Author


John Bradshaw is a native of the small town of Abernathy, Texas. He is an award-winning journalist with well over a thousand published stories. Elmer Kelton’s The Familiar Stranger, co-authored with Steve Kelton, is his first book.

Bradshaw attended South Plains College followed by Texas Tech University. He spent several years shoeing horses for a living as his writing career progressed.

While the desire to write books was always there, Bradshaw first pursued a career in journalism. He wrote numerous stories for ranching, horse and horseshoeing magazines.

Growing up, Livestock Weekly came in the mail once a week, as it does for most in the livestock industry. Writing for Livestock Weekly was always a goal, and in 2005 Bradshaw’s first story was published. It was a profile of Brownie Metzgar, a humorous cowboy still working in a feedlot while in his late 80s.

In 2007 Bradshaw accepted a fulltime position with Livestock Weekly. While with the paper he had over a thousand stories published, as well as enough market reports to give him permanent nightmares.

Horses have always played an important role in his life. The son of a horseshoer, he has spent a significant amount of time either on or under a horse. He still shows in both ranch horse and reined cow horse competitions.

He and his wife, Sara, live outside Abernathy. Sara owns an architecture firm, SK Architecture Group, and they raise Spanish goats, hair sheep and cattle.

In 2013 the couple had a stillborn son, Fox Joaquin Bradshaw. After several years of heartbreak they adopted an infant boy, whom they named Julian Boone Bradshaw. Boone died in his dad’s arms following an accident at the barn five days before his sixth birthday.


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Friday, December 26, 2025

Elmer Kelton's The Blessing Book Blitz #rabtbooktours



Western Adventure, Historical Mystery

Date Published: 12-03-2025

Publisher: Devil's Claw Press



Hewey Calloway, Elmer Kelton’s favorite footloose cowboy, has always been known to have a generous nature, readily giving to those in need. Time has finally mellowed Hewey and given him some wisdom that was lacking in his youth, but deep down, he’s still the same old Hewey. In this sequel to The Smiling Country, a beneficiary to one of Hewey’s past generosities pays him back, and with interest. Knowing Hewey would decline a monetary repayment, he is gifted land back in Upton County.

Trouble is, it was bought from his old adversary, Fat Gervin, who is still as crooked as ever. Gervin finds a seeming loophole in the contract and tries to pull another fast one on Hewey, who is fed up with Gervin’s endless treachery. Tensions rise, and when Gervin is shot, it’s Hewey who’s on the hook for the crime. But things are never as they seem, and it’s up to an eclectic cast of characters to sort it out, and for Hewey to learn what’s really important in life.

Written by longtime journalist turned novelist John Bradshaw, who was selected by The Elmer Kelton Estate to continue the Hewey Calloway tradition.

 

About the Author


John Bradshaw is a native of the small town of Abernathy, Texas. He is an award-winning journalist with well over a thousand published stories. Elmer Kelton’s The Familiar Stranger, co-authored with Steve Kelton, is his first book.

Bradshaw attended South Plains College followed by Texas Tech University. He spent several years shoeing horses for a living as his writing career progressed.

While the desire to write books was always there, Bradshaw first pursued a career in journalism. He wrote numerous stories for ranching, horse and horseshoeing magazines.

Growing up, Livestock Weekly came in the mail once a week, as it does for most in the livestock industry. Writing for Livestock Weekly was always a goal, and in 2005 Bradshaw’s first story was published. It was a profile of Brownie Metzgar, a humorous cowboy still working in a feedlot while in his late 80s.

In 2007 Bradshaw accepted a fulltime position with Livestock Weekly. While with the paper he had over a thousand stories published, as well as enough market reports to give him permanent nightmares.

Horses have always played an important role in his life. The son of a horseshoer, he has spent a significant amount of time either on or under a horse. He still shows in both ranch horse and reined cow horse competitions.

He and his wife, Sara, live outside Abernathy. Sara owns an architecture firm, SK Architecture Group, and they raise Spanish goats, hair sheep and cattle.

In 2013 the couple had a stillborn son, Fox Joaquin Bradshaw. After several years of heartbreak they adopted an infant boy, whom they named Julian Boone Bradshaw. Boone died in his dad’s arms following an accident at the barn five days before his sixth birthday.


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I wish to extend my sympathies to the author and his wife on the loss of their beloved children. As a mother myself, I can imagine the sorrow inherent in that loss. I wish you peace and beautiful memories.
 
 


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Tuesday, June 17, 2025

A Deceptive Game Ensues Release Blitz #rabtbooktours

 

House of Croft, Book 4


Historical Mystery / Thriller / Romance

Date Published: 06-17-2025



An unexpected menace threatens their newfound freedom…

Acquitted of the crime he was accused of, Adrian Croft begins an investigation that could link a duke to his sister's death. But with a fresh series of murders leading straight to Saint George's Hospital, Adrian is torn between his quest for revenge and the need to catch an active killer. For though he may have sworn to yield his power in order to gain a pardon, all bets are off when villains threaten his city.

Having proven her unfailing loyalty to her husband, Samantha Croft settles into married life - an idyl that quickly crumbles when she and Adrian get caught up in a new series of murders. As they follow a trail that leads them through subterranean tunnels and to a secret organization, they face another threat too: a ghost from Adrian's past who's about to bring war to their doorstep.


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 USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes writes historical romance novels in which the characters break away from social expectations in their quest for happiness and love. Having written for Avon, an imprint of Harper Collins, her books have been published internationally in eight languages. With a fondness for travel, Sophie has lived in six countries, on three continents, and speaks English, Danish, French, Spanish, and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency. Ever the romantic, she married the same man three times—in three different countries and in three different dresses.

When she’s not busy dreaming up her next swoon worthy romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, practicing yoga, baking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.


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Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Ivory Bones Release Blitz #rabtbooktours



The Lewis Chessmen Murders


Historical Mystery

Date Published: February 4, 2025

Publisher: Briarstone Press (sarawinokur.com)


 

Ancient chess pieces. A centuries-old diary. And a modern killer closing in.

 

When Icelandic forensic geneticist Brynja Pálsdóttir, haunted by her family’s dark legacy, is drawn into the search for the missing Lewis Chessmen, she becomes a pawn in an assassin’s deadly game.

A centuries-old diary, written by a woman abducted during the brutal Barbary pirate raid on Iceland in 1627, lands on her desk. Brynja soon realizes the woman’s story may hold the key to finding the priceless medieval artifacts.

As Brynja digs deeper, she becomes the target, surrounded by deception and unsure of whom she can trust: the NYPD colleague hiding her own motives, the sculptor whose family lays claim to the chessmen, the lover she has spurned, even her own assistant.

As the past and present collide, betrayal, loss, and survival transcend time and place.

Ivory Bones: The Lewis Chessmen Murders is a gripping blend of Nordic noir, historical intrigue, and murder mystery, where ancient secrets and modern dangers force Brynja to face a dark, inner truth before the assassin makes their final move.


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Monday, September 23, 2024

Tainted Heart Bleeds #rabtbooktours

 


House of Croft, Book 2

 

Historical Mystery/Thriller/Romance

Date Published: 10-29-2024


 

He’ll never forgive her deception, or the hold she still has on his heart…

Adrian Croft’s worst fear has been realized. His wife, the sweet woman who swept past his every defense, is a cunning spy working against him. Forced to play a dangerous game where one wrong move could see him destroyed, he must unravel her secrets while hunting a far more sinister threat.

Samantha knew her decision to marry her target would come at a price. Now, having lost her husband’s trust and affection, she’ll do whatever it takes to win it all back – abandon past loyalties, spill her secrets, and catch a killer. But will it be enough to undo the damage?

 

About the Author

USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes writes historical romance novels in which the characters break away from social expectations in their quest for happiness and love. Having written for Avon, an imprint of Harper Collins, her books have been published internationally in eight languages. With a fondness for travel, Sophie has lived in six countries, on three continents, and speaks English, Danish, French, Spanish, and Romanian with varying degrees of fluency. Ever the romantic, she married the same man three times—in three different countries and in three different dresses.

When she’s not busy dreaming up her next swoon worthy romance novel, Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, practicing yoga, baking, gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.

 

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Thursday, January 11, 2024

The Human Trial Review #rabtbooktours

 


Medical Thriller / Historical Mystery

Date Published: Sept. 21, 2023

Publisher: Books Fluent

Narrator: Scott Graff

Run Time: 9 hours, 8 minutes


 

Dr. Randall Archer is a misfit....

....in the brutal blue-collar home where he grew up.

....as a 16-year-old escaping to college, then medical school, on a full scholarship to Harvard.

....in the highest echelons of Boston society, where the woman he marries and the blueblood research partner with whom he shares his laboratory belong.

Even Archer’s brilliance as a pathologist catapults him into direct and dangerous conflict with the medical establishment he fought so hard to join.

As the Great Depression presses down around him, Archer teeters at the edge of a precipice. He must choose between his hard-won career and the sacred oaths he took as a doctor and scientist—before all his choices are lost forever.


Ratatouille Rat's Review: "I found zis story very 'arrowing. Mon Dieu, zat part with ze rats gave me ze nightmares!"

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Four out of Five Stars

I listened to this compelling story over the course of two days. I appreciated the overall plot and character development as well as a scathing and unfortunately true assessment of the medical community contained within the fictionalized memoir of Dr. Randall Archer. 

The story begins with Randall as a precocious sixteen-year-old Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania high school student just before the stock market crash. Randall is abused by his father and older brothers who believe he needs to be knocked down a peg or two and accept life working in the steel mills. Randall's counselor, a twenty-one-year-old woman named Fidella Dolkowski, affectionately known as Miss Della, pulls strings with her powerful second cousin at Harvard to get Randall admitted on a scholarship. 

When Randall decides he can no longer endure his family's abuse or the prospect of spending his life working in a steel mill, he arrives at Miss Della's apartment in a state of desperation. The next day he is on a train to Boston, leaving Pittsburgh behind forever to begin an intense new adventure on the path to pursuing his dream of becoming a renowned pathologist.

The story's treatment of Miss Della is my reason for subtracting a star from my rating. I appreciated Miss Della's pluckiness in facing off against Randall's intimidating father but was disappointed when she ended up becoming Randall's first sexual experience. I found this plot point inappropriate on the one hand and disappointingly predictable on the other. Further, when Randall again sees Miss Della several years after this incident, he seems disdainful of the fact that she dared to age and is no longer the same slim, waifish young woman he bedded before taking advantage of the opportunity she provided him. The exchange between them at this juncture of the story is grim. 

The depictions of the research conducted by Randall and his physicist partner Dr. Adam Wakefield, who is hoping to create an improved microscope, are realistic and compelling. The difficulties faced by Randall's wife Elizabeth in obtaining a teaching position during an era when women were expected to be helpmeets to the men they marry were also depicted realistically. 

The medical community is often depicted as constantly pursuing breakthroughs to lessen suffering and help people live longer, happier lives. However, as this story reveals, there is a darker, profit-driven side to the medical community. Those who threaten to upend the established order may very well find themselves facing difficulties including loss of livelihood and threats to their well-being.

Overall, I found Human Trial a compelling, well-written medical mystery revealing that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Greed will always trump innovation and welfare in any established hierarchy. Those who want to do the right thing will find themselves facing an uphill battle.

The story's narrator was a perfect choice. Without becoming melodramatic, his inflections injected the perfect amount of drama and excitement into this audiobook.

About the Author

Audrey Gale long dreamed of being a writer, but never anticipated the circuitous road she’d take to get there. After twenty-plus years in the banking industry, she grew tired of corporate gamesmanship and pursued her master’s in fiction writing at the University of Southern California. Her first novel, a legal thriller entitled The Sausage Maker's Daughters, was published under the name A.G.S. Johnson. Her second, The Human Trial, is the first book in a medical thriller trilogy inspired by Gale’s own experiences with the gap between traditional medicine and approaches based on the findings of the great physicists of the 20th Century. Both The Sausage Maker’s Daughters and The Human Trial incorporate Gale’s fascination with historical and scientific research, and always with women finding their places. Gale lives in Los Angeles with her husband and dogs where she is found hiking the Santa Monica Mountains every chance she gets.


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Monday, October 23, 2023

Vicar Brekonridge Release Blitz #rabtbooktours



 Historical Mystery

Date Published: 10-23-2023

Publisher: Level Best Books' Historia Imprint


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A historical mystery based on Helms' Derringer Award-nominated EQMM short story "The Cripplegate Apprehension". 

 In 1843 London, a Scottish woodturner named Daniel M'Naghten gunned down Edward Drummond, the private secretary to Prime Minister Robert Peel, while Drummond strolled the streets of Whitehall. M'Naghten believed he shot the Prime Minister and, after being informed otherwise and making a brief statement at his arraignment, he never spoke in public about the crime again. M'Naghten was represented at trial by firebrand Queen's Counsel Alexander Cockburn, who intended to plead insanity and rewrite four hundred years of English Common Law in the process. In this fictional retelling of the famous historical event, Cockburn recruits legendary London thief-taker Vicar Brekonridge to travel to Glasgow, M'Naghten's home, and find witnesses who can bolster the insanity defense. What Brekonridge finds instead suggests that M'Naghten was part of a frightening conspiracy to bring down the British government. 

 PRAISE FOR VICAR BREKONRIDGE 

"In a seamless blending of historical fact and narrative skill, Richard Helms reimagines the sensational case of Daniel M'Naghten, whose 1843 murder trial set a precedent that reverberates to this day. Helms has crafted a thoroughly gripping historical mystery that will leave readers eager to hear more of the “notorious thief-taker” Vicar Brekonridge. 

 —Daniel Stashower, Edgar Award Winning Author of American Demon 


“VICAR BREKONRIDGE may be one of (Richard Helms’) more intriguing creations...a fascinating character to follow around, as he makes his way through the streets and back alleys of London, through its open air markets and dingy taverns or journeying out to Newgate Prison to visit a man he put there...For all his rough-and-tumble manners, cynical bravado, mercenary motives and sliding scale honesty, in a shady profession not particularly known for its integrity, he struts through the streets of London, a cloud of hemp in his wake, hewing to some inexplicable personal code that betrays a startling even-minded empathy for the criminals he hunts down, and a concern for — of all things — justice, which reminded me of Sam Spade‘s moral ambivalence. “ 

—Kevin Burton Smith, Thrilling Detective Website

 

 



About the Author

A lifelong North Carolinian, Richard Helms retired from active practice as a forensic psychologist in 2005, after working in the field for over two decades. At one time, he was the only court psychologist covering four counties in NC. A court-recognized expert in sex crimes and the psychology of sex offenders, mystery writing was an easy transition and a logical next step after Helms left his professional career to become a college professor in Charlotte. He retired from teaching in the summer of 2016 to become a full time writer. Helms has twenty-two novels in print. 

Besides writing, Helms loves gourmet cooking, woodworking, traveling, simracing, amateur astronomy, playing with his grandsons, and rooting for the Carolina Tarheels and Carolina Panthers. For a peek at his non-writing life, check out his other website at www.rickhelms.com

The parents of two grown children, Richard Helms and his wife Elaine live in Charlotte, NC.

 

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Sunday, October 1, 2023

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Historical Mystery

Date Published: 10-23-2023

Publisher: Level Best Books' Historia Imprint


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"In a seamless blending of historical fact and narrative skill, Richard Helms reimagines the sensational case of Daniel M'Naghten, whose 1843 murder trial set a precedent that reverberates to this day. Helms has crafted a thoroughly gripping historical mystery that will leave readers eager to hear more of the “notorious thief-taker” Vicar Brekonridge.

—Daniel Stashower, Edgar Award Winning Author of American Demon

 

 



About the Author

A lifelong North Carolinian, Richard Helms retired from active practice as a forensic psychologist in 2005, after working in the field for over two decades. At one time, he was the only court psychologist covering four counties in NC. A court-recognized expert in sex crimes and the psychology of sex offenders, mystery writing was an easy transition and a logical next step after Helms left his professional career to become a college professor in Charlotte. He retired from teaching in the summer of 2016 to become a full time writer. Helms has twenty-two novels in print. 

Besides writing, Helms loves gourmet cooking, woodworking, traveling, simracing, amateur astronomy, playing with his grandsons, and rooting for the Carolina Tarheels and Carolina Panthers. For a peek at his non-writing life, check out his other website at www.rickhelms.com

The parents of two grown children, Richard Helms and his wife Elaine live in Charlotte, NC.

 

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Sunday, August 13, 2023

Murder Under a Western Moon Guest Post and Giveaway

 


Mona Moon is the American Phryne Fisher! 


Murder Under a Western Moon

A Mona Moon Mystery Book 11

by Abigail Keam

Genre: 1930's Historical Cozy Mystery

Mona Moon is the American Phyrne Fisher!

FIVE STARS!
 "Whew, what an incredible 'couldn't put down' experience!" -Kings River Life Magazine

FIVE STARS! "Murder Under a Western Moon is a great foray into historical mysteries and serves as another charming, humorous, and well-written installment of the series." -Readers' Favorite

Mona Moon and her new husband, Robert Farley, Duke of Brynelleth are about to board an ocean liner to Merry Old England for their honeymoon when Mona receives an urgent telegram from Rupert Hunt, her eyes and ears in the Moon copper mines.

POTENTIAL RIOT AT MONTANA MINE STOP DEAD MINER STOP POSSIBLE MURDER STOP COME AT ONCE STOP RUPERT HUNT

Since the copper mines are the financial backbone of Moon Enterprises, Mona has no choice but to drop her plans and travel to Montana on the next train. She and Robert descend into a world of seething resentments, bitter accusations against Moon Enterprises, and bad decisions that pose a threat to Mona's world. She travels incognito to search out the truth of Rupert's allegations against the mining management. She must decide if Rupert is trying to prevent an innocent man from being hung for murder or if he is part of a grandiose plot against her. After all, Mona had been kidnapped by Rupert while searching for the Swift silver mine a year ago. Rupert is a scoundrel, but Mona hired him to be her scoundrel. Is this another of Rupert's games? Regardless of the threat, Mona must get to the bottom of it. Thank goodness Robert is by her side . . . or could Robert have his own agenda?

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Mona Moon and her new husband, Robert Farley, were halfway up the passenger ship’s ramp that would whisk them away to Great Britain where they would spend their honeymoon at the Duchy of Brynelleth, Robert’s ancestral home, when a messenger frantically flagged them down. “Miss Maplewood! Miss Maplewood! I’ve got an urgent telegram for you.”

Robert touched Mona’s elbow as if to guide her forward. “Leave it, Mona. It’s nothing more than a congratulatory telegram on our marriage.”

“Only Violet knew which ship we were taking to Great Britain and our assumed names. I must read it. It might be important.”

“Anybody could have tracked us down. Let’s get on board first.”

“Wait, Lord Bob,” Mona replied, using her nickname for Robert, who was Duke of Brynelleth. She made her way down the ramp. “Excuse me. Pardon me. So sorry,” she said, after bumping into passengers on the ramp going in the opposite direction.

Exasperated, Robert followed. “Mona, we have spent the last five days fending off newspaper men by sneaking to New York. Now I want some alone time with you so I can do things that no one mentions in polite society.”

“Well, how rude,” gasped one matron passing by.

“So sorry, Madame,” apologized a red-faced Robert, tipping the brim of his hat. He ran after Mona. “See what you made me do?”

“I never told you to loudly broadcast our personal lives to the public. I think that esteemed lady might need smelling salts,” Mona said, grinning and looking over her shoulder at Robert. She finally reached the dock and yelled while waving her arm, “Here, boy. Here.”

“Miss Maplewood?” Maplewood was the assumed name the Farleys were traveling under.

“The one and only.” She tipped the courier fifty cents.

After he didn’t leave but looked expectantly at her, Mona said, “You may go now.”

“I’m sorry, Miss, but the telegram requires an answer. I’m not supposed to leave without it.”

“It’s Mrs.,” Mona replied absentmindedly as she tore open the telegram and read.


POTENTIAL RIOT AT MONTANA MINE STOP DEAD MINER STOP POSSIBLE MURDER STOP COME AT ONCE STOP RUPERT HUNT


“What is it, darling?” Robert asked, noticing Mona’s face drain of color.

Mona handed Robert the telegram.

“That’s not cricket,” Robert said after reading it. “What do you want to do?”

Mona asked the telegram messenger, “Do you have a pencil, young man?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The lad handed Mona the pencil tucked in his cap.

Mona scribbled a line on the pad the boy handed to her. “Send this off immediately and tell no one about my reply. Understand?” She gave him a dollar.

He gazed at the silver dollar in surprise. “Thank you, ma’am. I won’t tell a soul.”

“Get along with you and send that off as soon as you get back to the office.”

“To whom do you want this message sent, ma’am?”

“To the sender of this telegram. Hurry and don’t lollygag.”

The boy tipped his cap and ran off.

“Oh, dear. I forgot to give back his pencil,” Mona muttered, realizing it was too late to call him. She didn’t want to attract attention and tucked the small pencil in her purse. She turned to face Robert, trying to act nonchalant. “Have the reporters recognized us yet?”

Robert looked about casually, glancing at the knot of reporters and photographers reporting on people of note embarking on the ship to Europe. Well-known passengers were reported in the society columns of the newspapers. “Not yet, but if we linger any longer, they will. The black wig you have on helps, but we need to leave before we are spotted. I see one eyeing us now.”

A photographer, chattering to a few of his colleagues, kept glancing at Robert and Mona.

Robert turned away as did Mona. “What do you want to do, my love?”

“Robert, I’ve got to go to Montana. That’s our biggest copper mine. Whatever trouble is brewing there, I’ve got to put an end to it. Too much is at stake.”

Taking a deep dissatisfied breath, Robert hailed a porter and gave him their luggage claim tickets. “Bring them off the boat and onto the dock. I think they are in our stateroom. Please hurry.” Robert handed the porter two dollars. “I’ll give you three more if you can bring our trunks down in six minutes.”

The porter gawked at the two dollars. “Three more dollars?”

Robert nodded.

The porter rushed up the gangplank, pushing passengers out of his way. The usual tip was twenty-five cents.

Hiding his great disappointment that their honeymoon was interrupted, Robert wrapped his arm around Mona, knowing she was let down as well. “It will be all right, darling. We have our entire lives to enjoy our honeymoon.”

Mona pressed her hand on Robert’s arm. “Oh, Robert. I’m so sorry. Our trip is ruined.”

The porter rushed down the ramp with their trunks just as Robert kissed Mona’s hair, causing the wig to shift a bit, exposing her platinum hair.

An alert newspaper reporter, seeing the platinum hair, yelled. “Hey, guys, it’s Mona Moon and the Duke of Brynelleth, her new husband!” The group turned and eyed them suspiciously.

Robert grabbed a fist full of dollar coins from his pants pocket and handed them to the porter. “Our plans have changed. Put these trunks in storage. I’ll have someone call for them. You will be contacted. What’s your name friend?”

“Bill Moses.”

Seeing the contingent of reporters now rushing toward them, Robert began pushing Mona along the wharf and toward the cab stand. “Sorry, darling, but we’ve got to run. No time to wait.”

Both Mona and Robert jumped into a cab before anyone could snap a photograph of them. The cabbie merged into a line of cars and was soon lost in the hustle and bustle of New York traffic.

Looking out the back window to see if they were being followed, Mona ordered, “Take us to Penn Station, please.”

The cabbie nodded and sped toward the railroad station.

Mona leaned into Robert and wrapped her coat closer around her. “Montana, ready or not. Here we come!”


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Murder Under a Blue Moon

A Mona Moon Mystery Book 1

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Mona Moon is not your typical young lady. She is a cartographer by trade, explorer by nature, and adventurer by heart. But there’s a problem. Miss Mona is broke. It’s during the Depression, and National Geographic has just turned down her application to join an expedition to the Amazon. What’s she to do? Perhaps get a job as a department store salesgirl. Anything to tide her over until a next assignment.

There’s a knock on the door. Who could this be in the middle of the night? Holding a revolver, Mona reluctantly opens her door to a man wearing a Homburg hat and holding a briefcase. “I bring glad tidings. Your Uncle Manfred Moon has died and left you as his heir to the Moon fortune. You are now one of the richest women in the country!” he says. Mona’s response is to point her revolver in his face. If the stranger is telling the truth, she will apologize. If he is a fraud, she will shoot him. That’s how Mona does things in 1933.


Chapter 1

     Mona Moon picked up her dusty knapsack and battered valise, making her way down the ship’s ramp where the dock bristled with baggage porters, dock workers, cabbies, newspaper reporters, police, hustlers, and families welcoming loved-ones home with flowers and kisses.  There were no kisses and flowers for Mona.  No loved-ones, tiptoeing and stretching their necks on the dock, searched for her.  Mona was alone.  

     She hurried through customs, anxious to be off before all the cabs were snatched up. It was after midnight, and the last thing Mona wanted was to be stranded on a lonely pier. 

     Luckily, Mona was able to hail a taxi and gave her address. “Chinatown,” she muttered, sick with exhaustion. She had spent five months in Mesopotamia mapping the river systems emanating from the Zagros Mountains.  Worn and thin from months of privation, Mona was ready for a hot bath, a clean bed, and a hot meal.  Any kind of food would suffice.  Then she wanted to hibernate in a deep sleep for several days.  

     It had been an arduous expedition fraught with danger. It was good that Mona always kept her pistol handy.  It had saved her on many occasions, too many for her taste.

     The cab screeched to a halt at Mona’s address, and sleepy driver let her out. He didn’t bother to help her with the luggage as he disapproved of women wearing trousers instead of dresses.  

     Mona showed her disapproval of the cabby’s distain by withholding a tip. She briskly strode through building’s door and was out of earshot as the driver sneered, “This ain’t no jitney, lady . . . oh, excuse me, you must be a sir, but who could tell?”

     She climbed some rickety stairs leading to her little one-room apartment, and unlocking the door, stumbled into her tiny efficiency, sighing with relief.  Her room was as she left it with the exception of a stack of mail on a table, which acted as both desk and dining area, accompanied by one chair, one bookcase, and one single bed neatly made. 

     Mr. Zhang had come through for her, collecting her mail and dutifully saving it, even though she owed him back rent.  

     Mona set her luggage by the door and dove into the letters. She was expecting a letter from the National Geographic Society, inviting her on their Amazon expedition accompanied by a fat check.  

     She quickly perused the stack of letters, mostly bills, until she found one with the return address of the National Geographic Society.  Tearing the envelope open quickly, Mona read:

Dear Miss Moon, 

     Thank you for application to join the Amazon expedition, which the National Geographic Society is funding some months from now. Even though your credentials and experience are quite impressive, we feel the Amazon expedition is not suitable for a woman, even for one as yourself with such superior attributes. 

     Please feel free to apply for another expedition where the day-to-day exertions would be less taxing for one of the fairer sex.  

Best Regards, 

Winston Banks

     Mona let the letter fall to the floor.  She was in deep trouble. Without the income from the Amazon expedition, Mona was in a financial crisis.  She had three hundred dollars in her pocket out of which she had to pay back rent, buy food, and support herself until the next assignment materialized. Even though three hundred dollars was a princely sum during the Depression, it would not last long unless she could obtain another source of income between gigs in her field. Tomorrow, she would start looking in the paper for a job. Even a shopgirl’s position sounded good at the moment.  Times were hard, and one had to do what one had to do to survive. 

     A sharp knock on the door broke Mona’s train of thought.  Startled, she glanced at her wristwatch.  It was close to two in the morning.  She grabbed the revolver from her purse.  “Who is it?”

     A man’s voice filtered through the flimsy wood door.  “Am I speaking to Madeline Mona Moon?”

     “Who wants to know?”

     My name is Dexter Turner. I’m a lawyer from Turner, Combs, and Sharp. I represent your Uncle Manfred Michael Moon’s estate.”

     Throwing open the door, Mona pointed the revolver squarely at the man’s forehead. “What do you want, Mr. Turner from Turner, Combs, and Sharp?”

     Mr. Turner’s eyes grew large as saucers, but he tried to quiet the quiver in his voice. He was a respectable man and was not used to having women point guns at him. “I have important business to discuss with you.”

     “At two in the morning?”

     “I am sorry but I have waited a week for you to come home from your journey, and I’m afraid time is of the essence. I was at the dock earlier and called out your name.  Did you not hear?”

     “Oh, was that you?  I thought it might be a bill collector.”

     “Miss Moon, may I come in?  I don’t think we should be discussing our business in a public hallway.”

     “Drop the briefcase, turn around, and put your hands up against the wall.”

     Mr. Turner protested, “This is outrageous!”

     Flicking the revolver at him, Mona ordered, “Do it, Bub, or else.”

     Seeing he had no choice, Mr. Turner put down his briefcase, turned, and put his hands high above his head against the wall. 

     Mona expertly patted down Mr. Turner’s navy pinstriped double-breasted suit, paying special attention to any pockets and even ran her hand up the inseam of his trousers, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from the prim attorney. She took out his wallet and went through it, finding five hundred dollars in small bills, a driver’s license, and a worn snapshot of a woman with two children, supposedly his family, plus New York restaurant receipts and a railroad ticket stub. Finding no weapons, she went through his leather case.

     Mr. Turner started to turn, but Mona barked, “Stay as you are.”  

     Seeing nothing suspicious, Mona put the gun in her pant’s pocket. “Okay, you can come in. I’m sorry, Mr. Turner, but a lady can’t be too careful when a stranger knocks on her door in the middle of the night.  Understand?”

     Mr. Turner stumbled inside and eased onto the apartment’s one chair. “May I have a glass of water?  I’m not used to this kind of treatment, especially when I bring glad tidings.”

     Curious, Mona was silent as she let the washbasin faucet run until the rusty-looking water turned clean before she filled a chipped glass and handed it to Mr. Turner.

     He looked askance at the glass, but took several sips.  “That’s better. Just give me a moment to compose myself.”  The lawyer took several deep breaths.

     Mona sat quietly on her bed, watching Mr. Turner and wondering what his business had to do with her.  He had stated he was bringing glad tidings.  She could use some good news, and patiently waited for Mr. Turner to speak. 

     Mr. Turner wiped his forehead with his linen monogrammed handkerchief before opening his briefcase and laying papers on the table.  Clearing his throat, Mr. Turner straightened the knot in his tie and spoke in a loud firm voice, “Miss Moon, I’m here to inform you that your uncle, Manfred Michael Moon died two weeks ago. In accordance with his wishes and Last Will and Testament, Mr. Moon has bequeathed to you his property, all real and liquid assets to be distributed immediately upon his death.” 

     Looking up from his papers, Mr. Turner said, “Miss Moon, did you hear me? You are a very wealthy young lady.  All you need to do is sign these papers and all will be yours. There are only a few stipulations. One is you must take up residence at Moon Manor, the family residence, immediately and use it as your permanent domicile.  All property, real and liquid, must stay within the bloodline of the Moon family upon the event of your demise, which excludes any husband you might acquire along the way, and any offspring of yours must maintain the Moon moniker as their surname.”

     Mr. Turner peered over his papers.  “You don’t have any husbands tucked away somewhere, do you?”

     “I’ve never married.”

     “Betrothed?”

     “Been too busy making a living to have time for romance.”

     “Any entanglements I should know about?”

     “Look around.  I don’t even have a plant.”

     The lawyer seemed relieved.  “At least, we don’t have any inconvenient domestic details to muddy the waters.”

     “You say I’m wealthy.  How much money are we talking about, Mr. Turner?”

     “I don’t have the exact figures with me, but you will never have to work another day in your life, and your inheritance comes to you debt free. Mr. Moon was very frugal, but scrupulous about paying his bills. I wish all my clients were like him. Mr. Moon left his affairs as tidy as one could hope for in a patron.”

     Mona was taken back by this information. “Why would my uncle leave me the Moon fortune when my father was disowned by the family because of his marriage to my mother?”

     Mr. Turner winced.  “I was hoping that unhappy bit of history would not raise its ugly head.”

     “How could it not?”

     “You’re quite right.  I do not know why he gave all the Moon fortune to you alone.  There are some bequests for his sister, your Aunt Melanie and her children, but the rest is yours.  All you need to do is sign these papers.”  He retrieved a Parker Duofold fountain pen from his coat pocket and held it out to her. 

     Skeptical, Mona said, “I’m not sure.”

     “Miss Moon, I don’t understand your reluctance. I assure you this inheritance is above-board. Don’t you want to be wealthy, and get out of this rabbit warren of an apartment building?” Mr. Turner looked about the shabby room.

     “I can’t forget how my father lost his inheritance, and the curt brush-off my mother got from the Moon family when Father died.”

     “That is not entirely correct, Miss Moon.  I know for a fact your uncle underwrote your education.”

     “My father’s annuity from his maternal grandmother paid for my education.”

     “No, Miss Moon.  Your uncle paid for your college education. I would know because I wrote the checks myself.”

     “How could my mother not have told me?”

     “She was sworn to secrecy by your uncle.  He wanted to undo the enmity between your father and the Moon family, but had to wait until Moon senior had died to make amends.  Unfortunately by that time, your father had passed on as well.” 

     “Yet my uncle was content to have my mother live a life of toil when he could have easily summoned us both back to Moon Manor.”

     “That would not have been possible, Miss Moon.  Even you can see that. It would have put the Moon family in a very awkward situation socially.  Of course, society is not as strict now as it was thirty years ago.”

     “It isn’t now?”

     All the principal characters involved in your parents’ scandal are now deceased, except for your aunt.  Being a mid-life child, she was very young at the time of your parents’ marriage, and not really connected to your father since he was so much older.”

     “Why didn’t Uncle Michael leave her the Moon fortune?”

     “I’d rather not say.”

     “Ah, come on, Mr. Turner.  You’re among friends.”

     Forgetting discretion, Mr. Turner leaned forward and whispered, “He couldn’t stand her––his own sister.  Very bad business there.”

     “But why me?  It doesn’t make sense.”

     “Mr. Moon kept watch on you over the years.  He was pleased that you graduated from college with honors and of your exploits as a cartographer and explorer.  He was proud, Miss Moon.  Very proud. I think he wanted to right all the wrongs done to you and your mother.”

     “I don’t know.  The whole thing sounds fishy.”

     “Miss Moon, I’m very tired.  I will leave the papers with you to peruse.  If you sign the papers, you will become one of the richest young women in the country. Think of what you could do.  You could underwrite your own expeditions. And there is a loophole.  If for some reason you wish to relinquish your position as head of the Moon fortune after presiding at Moon Manor, you may turn over the responsibility to your aunt and live on a stipend provided in the will.”

     “I see.”

     “Please sign, Miss Moon.  I wish to go to my hotel and sleep.  It is way past my usual bedtime, and I’m exhausted as you must be as well, but if you insist, I will call tomorrow expecting your answer.”  Mr. Turner rose, gathering his brief case.

     Mona glanced around the pathetic efficiency.  She had worked her fingers to the bone since graduating college, gaining respect and accolades for her work, but this is as far as she had gotten in life––a run-down apartment, scraping for every dime, and now no immediate employment due to some outdated prejudice of a Winston Banks because of her gender. The idea that she might have money to finance her own expeditions was intriguing, and there was that clause to release her from any obligation if Moon Manor turned out to be a bust. “Just a minute, Mr. Turner.  You’re right.  I have nothing to lose, but everything to gain.  May I borrow your pen?”

     “Assuredly, Miss Moon,” Mr. Turner answered, handing over the fountain pen. “You won’t regret this.”

     “I’d better not, Mr. Turner, or you’ll be the first person on my list.”

     “List?”

     “I think you know what I mean.”

     Mr. Turner did indeed. After all, Mr. Turner was from Kentucky where folks still settled grievances with a gun.  He had been hoping Miss Moon was of a different temperament, but apparently the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree, so to speak.  

     Mona Moon’s little revolver had proven that. 

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Ingredients

  • 3 eggs

  • 1 ½ cups white sugar

  • ½ cup butter, softened

3 tablespoons all-purpose flour

1 cup buttermilk

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

 ⅛ teaspoon nutmeg

1 (9 inch) unbaked pie crust

Directions

  1. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

  2. Beat eggs until frothy. Add sugar, butter, and flour and beat until smooth.

  3. Stir in buttermilk, vanilla, and nutmeg. Pour into pie shell.

  4. Bake until center is firm, 40 to 60 minutes.

  5. Remove from the oven and cool for 1 hour before serving.




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Excerpt from Murder Under A Western Moon: A 1930s Mona Moon Mystery

Rupert took a last sip of coffee. “Thanks for the cup of Joe, Tessie, but we have shopping to do.”

Tessie jumped up from her chair. “Rupert, I’ve made you a nice sourdough round. You don’t slice it. Just tear it apart. And a buttermilk pie for you to take.” Tessie proudly displayed her baked goods.

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Award-winning author Abigail Keam writes the Mona Moon Mystery Series—a rags-to-riches 1930s mystery series, which includes real people and events into the story line. “I am a student of history and love to insert historical information into my mysteries. There is an addendum at the end of the mystery to give more information. My goal is to entertain my readers, but if they learn a little something along the way—well, then we are both happy.”

Miss Abigail currently lives on the Palisades bordering the Kentucky River in a metal house with her husband and various critters.

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2010 Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By A HoneyBee
2011 Gold Medal Award from Readers' Favorite for Death By Drowning
2011 USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books List of 2011 as a Finalist for Death By Drowning
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2017 Finalist from Readers' Favorite for Death By Design
2019 Honorable Mention from Readers' Favorite for Death By Stalking
2019 Murder Under A Blue Moon voted top ten mystery reads by Kings River Life Magazine
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2020 Imadjinn Award for Best Mystery for Death By Stalking 2022 Finalist in Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Finalist for Best Historical Category - Murder Under A Full Moon
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