I love Christmas and all its fevered trappings. So this isn’t ‘bah humbug’ piece. But for John and me, Christmas with midnight service, carols, gifts and eggnog will be nostalgic this year. Friends have moved, children have grown up and the tree has shrunk to a table topper. Even fruitcake has gone the way of the dinosaur.
Still, what I’m really looking forward to this holiday season is the New Year. That’ll be a special celebration time for me and for Deva Dunne, amateur sleuth extraordinaire. Rooms To Die For, the fourth book in my Murders by Design Mystery Series is launching on January 27!
Here’s a slice—not from the last fruitcake on earth—from the romp: A dealer searching for drugs forces Deva Dunne and Beatriz, her elderly friend, to strip at gun point.
He eyeballed the pile of handbag contents on the desktop then waved the gun in my direction. “Nothing there, huh? All right. Now strip. You first.”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “That’s insulting. Do I look lumpy enough to have bags of cocaine strapped to my body?”
“That’s what I’ll find out. Maybe you use them for implants.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Come on. Hurry up. Let’s see what you got.”
With the gun inches from my face, I knew he meant business. So I stood and undid the top button of my shirt.
“Faster. Speed it up.”
“I do better with music.” Why let him know how scared I was?
“Forget the comedy act. Get on with it.”
For some stupid reason, I was glad I’d worn my lilac bra and matching panties today. When I was down to them and nothing else, he whistled, then, grabbing my arm, whirled me around. “Okay. Get dressed.” He turned to Beatriz. “You next, grandma.”
“Shoot me. I will not disrobe for you.”
“Yeah, you will.”
He strode over to her and . . .
Rooms to Die For. An e-book at Amazon and Carina Press. Can be pre-ordered on Amazon! For a first chapter excerpt, take a peek at my website: www.jeanharrington.com.
Tags: cozy mystery, interior design,