Buy Ringer and get Free Copy of Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior until Halloween!

Halloween is my favourite holiday and I’ve decided to give away a free ebook copy of my novel Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior to everyone who buys Ringer before the end of October 2013.

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Buy a copy of my romantic mystery Ringer and receive a free ebook copy of Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior. Ringer is available from Musa Publishing, Amazon, iTunes, and just about every online bookseller. Look at the back of Ringer for my email address, send me a copy of your receipt, and I’ll send you a copy of Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior.

Offer good until Halloween 2013!

Blurb:

A horse who is a dead ringer for a missing racehorse. A missing cousin whose body was never found. An attempted murder. Is anything what it seems? Holly Thompson is drawn into the middle of this puzzle when she rescues sexy horse trainer Matt Winter and flees with him and the look-a-like horse.

Holly and Matt follow clues from British Columbia to Matt’s home in Oregon to a horserace in California, trying to find who is behind the horse-swapping scheme. Matt didn’t count on losing his heart to a feisty woman who can saddle her own horse and hotwire a truck. And Holly has done the unthinkable: fallen in love with a horseman, something she vowed she’d never do. Is Matt a wealthy racehorse owner or just another backstretch con artist, cheating on horses and women? And will he ride to her rescue when they unravel the mystery of the ringer?

 

And just so you know what you’re getting with Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior – – –

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Blurb:

Racing Standardbred horses is usually all the excitement DeeDee Logan needs in her life, until suddenly she’s dealing with an amorous polo player, jealous twin sisters, a lovelorn horse groom, and a racetrack derelict intent on medicating her horse.

Trying to get away from the recent craziness in her life, DeeDee saddles up her horse for a relaxing ride through the woods, but murder gallops after her when the horse leads her to the polo player, Miguel, dead on the trail.

When fingers start pointing to DeeDee as a suspect, she and her husband Grant discover some of those accusers had motives for eliminating Miguel. To avoid becoming next on the hit list, Grant and DeeDee must use good old horse sense to find out what happened to Miguel and race to stop a killer.

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Tubbed to Death now available!

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My latest novel, Tubbed to Death, the 2nd in the Horse Sense Mysteries is now available as an ebook on Amazon!

Here’s an excerpt:

“Hey, let’s find out if your swipe card really works everywhere in the hotel. We can go in the spa and have a private hot tub.” I stopped in front of Grant, wrapped my arms around his waist, and gave him a kiss. I guess those two Irish creams were making me more lovey dovey than usual. “There’s no one around to disturb us. We can finish what we started earlier.”

Grant grinned at me. I could see he was considering it. I stood on tip toe and gave him another kiss. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Okay, let’s do it. Oh, what about the dog? We’ll have to take her upstairs.”

“No, just bring her in the room with us. We’ll tell her not to watch.”

He laughed and took my hand. We walked past the deserted outdoor pools. What’s with the hotel guests? No one wants a midnight dip. What a bunch of old fuddy duddies. We walked to the spa entrance and Grant held his swipe card against the reader. It beeped and turned green.

“So far, so good,” he said, and opened the door and pulled me and Judy inside. There were a couple of dim lights illuminating the interior of the spa, enough to show us the way to get around the corner and out of sight of anyone who might be walking past the door. No point in advertising that a break in was in progress. Though, was it really breaking in when you’re one of the hotel owners and have an access card reader in your possession? We giggled quietly at the silliness of the situation and at Judy’s toenails clicking against the tiled floors.

Grant opened the door to the first massage room and flicked on the light. “No good,” he said. “There’s no hot tub in here.”

Same story with the next two rooms.

“Maybe the only private hot tub is in the couple’s room,” I said.

“Yeah, let’s give that a try,” said Grant, and bypassed the next couple of rooms to open the door of the room where we’d had our massage. He flicked on the light, walked into the room, and then suddenly stopped. I bumped into him.

“Ouch,” I protested.

“Oh my God,” he whispered. He held up his arms to prevent me from coming further into the room. I saw around him anyway.

There was a man floating face down in the hot tub.

 

Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior – Blurb and Excerpt

My newest release Un-Neigh-Borly Behavior is available as an ebook for $2.99. If you like murder mysteries, women sleuths, horses, and Standardbred horseracing check it out at Amazon!

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Blurb:

Racing Standardbred horses is usually all the excitement DeeDee Logan needs in her life, until suddenly she’s dealing with an amorous polo player, jealous twin sisters, a lovelorn horse groom, and a racetrack derelict intent on medicating her horse.

Trying to get away from the recent craziness in her life, DeeDee saddles up her horse for a relaxing ride through the woods, but murder gallops after her when the horse leads her to the polo player, Miguel, dead on the trail.

When fingers start pointing to DeeDee as a suspect, she and her husband Grant discover some of those accusers had motives for eliminating Miguel. To avoid becoming next on the hit list, Grant and DeeDee must use good old horse sense to find out what happened to Miguel and race to stop a killer.

Excerpt:

I guided my Appaloosa horse, Jupiter, into the trailhead and moments later we were swallowed up by the brush. Well, I could see the twin’s farm through the trees but I believe I was pretty much concealed from their peering eyes. That is if any of them were actually awake over there other than their barn boy, Harvey. Jupiter walked out quickly, his ears perked ahead. I was just ready to squeeze my legs into his sides and let him run when he came to a dead stop, causing me to temporarily lose my balance and my chest smacked into his upraised neck. He snorted.

“Hey, boy. What’s up?” I murmured, suddenly all too aware that I was a woman riding alone in the forest early in the morning and that Grant had no idea where I was. What if there’s an evil person waiting to attack me? I briefly thought about those courses I’d seen advertised in horse magazines offering riders instruction on how to protect themselves from danger. As luck would have it those courses were all offered in New York and California. None of them local or I would have considered attending. I contemplated ending my ride and turning Jupiter back home when he took a couple of cautious steps, halted, and snorted. I tensed up, hating myself for doing so, knowing full well that my smart horse would pick up on my nervous energy. He warily took a few more steps and I was fully alert looking all around me and ahead down the trail for any danger. I perked my ears as best I could, but not as good as Jupiter who held his head high and slightly to the right, rigid ears pointing ahead. I couldn’t hear a thing other than birds whistling in the distance and a light wind rustling the branches. I prepared myself in case Jupiter made an abrupt about face and ran back to the farm. I was thinking that heading home might not be a bad idea. Jupiter plodded a few more steps and then sidestepped to the right. He held his head high, staring to the left with his eyes bulged out. He snorted and stopped. What was he looking at? As hard as I strained my eyes, I couldn’t see. Though I did notice how the grass and plant life were pushed down as if someone had walked this way or pulled something into the woods. Has somebody dragged garbage out here again? I hate it when that happens. You name it, I’ve seen it. Old fridges, car parts, kitchen sinks, and household crap. That’s what had my silly old horse acting weird. Some jerk had dumped their shit out here. I relaxed and urged Jupiter ahead so I could see what was hidden amongst the plants. Depending on what I found Grant and I could return later to remove it or contact the city to pick up the rubbish if it was too big or bothersome for us to handle. At first I didn’t see anything, but then I saw what looked to be clothes. Blue jeans caught my eye, and then a black jacket and boots.

And the man they belonged to still wearing them.

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Release Day for Horseman Spell!

My romance novel Horseman Spell is available today!

 
Your pace or mine?

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The story takes place around Cloverdale where I grew up, but the settings are all fictional. We don’t have forests and hills with riding trails. And there are no hobby farms around town.

 
Blurb:

Pam never expected to be spending time at the racetrack again, but a romantic connection with Scott – her new next door neighbor and ex-boyfriend’s brother – throws her back into the exciting world or horseracing.

Dealing with trips to the racetrack, mysterious phone calls, unknown late night visitors, and an unexplained light appearing upon the hill, the tranquil farm life Pam loves has been turned upside down ever since Scott moved in.

If Pam’s life hadn’t already become chaotic enough, her relationship with Scott is threatened when his brother, Lyle, returns to town.

 

Excerpt:

“Ladies,” greeted Bob. “Pam, I’d like you to meet Scott.”

Pam had put her hand out to shake the newcomer’s, but snapped it back to her side as if it had been burned. Scott wheeled to face her.

“You!” Pam backed up a step.

“You!” The accusation in his tone cut off and filled the room with an awkward silence.

They stood motionless glaring at each other.

“I, uh, take it you’ve already met.” Bob cleared his throat and twirled the beer bottle in his hands.

Scott set his bottle down on the fireplace mantel and Pam scurried to the front hall. She grabbed her coat from the closet and curled her fingers around the front door’s handle.

“Don’t leave on my account,” the sarcastic voice behind her mocked. “I’ll go.”

Looking over her shoulder, Pam saw Joanne and Bob frozen in the doorway of the living room. They looked dismayed, but she couldn’t deal with them now when they only thing on her mind was putting some distance between her and Scott. She gripped the doorknob tighter, turned it, and marched out of the house. Hearing Scott’s footsteps close behind, she quickened her pace, reached the car and fumbled for the keys.

“I want to talk to you.”

“Forget it. Nothing you have to say interests me.” Pam tugged her car door open and slid into the driver’s seat. Before she could slam the door, Scott maneuvered his body between the open door and the driver’s seat. He braced his hands on the roof of her car and used his body to prevent her from closing the door. Pam desperately fought not to notice his thigh muscles bulged against his blue jeans as he flexed against the door at her eye level.

“You need to hear this.” Scott slapped the roof of her car once.

Pam raised her eyes and his dark eyes stared back into hers. Frown lines wrinkled his forehead and he scowled at her. Pam swallowed, remembering how many times she’d seen that expression before.

“Leave me alone or I’ll scream so loud I’ll have every person within five miles running to help me.”

“When are you going to grow up?”

They glared at each other. Scott bent down, his mouth drawn into a hard, thin line, his face getting closer to Pam’s. She pulled the seatbelt out, clicked it into place, turned away to put the key in the ignition, and started the car. Scott backed away from the car, palms toward her as if he were trying to ward her off. Just before Pam slammed the door shut, she heard him say, “You can’t avoid me forever.”

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