Death at the Dakota: A Trudy Genova Manhattan Mystery #2 by Marni Graff – Great Summer Reads 2020



Marni Graff writes two award-winning mystery series: The Nora Tierney English Mysteries and The Trudy Genova Manhattan Mysteries. She teaches writing workshops and mentors the Writers Read program, and is Managing Editor of Bridle Path Press. 



Graff also writes the crime review blog Auntie M Writes, www.auntiemwrites.com.





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Nurse Trudy Genova is making plans to take her relationship to NYPD detective Ned O’Malley to the next level, when she lands a gig as medical consultant on a film shoot at the famed Dakota apartment building in Manhattan, which John Lennon once called home. Then star Monica Kiley goes missing, a cast member turns up dead, and it appears Trudy might be next. Meanwhile Ned tackles a mysterious murder case in which the victim is burned beyond recognition. When his investigations lead him back to the Dakota, Trudy finds herself wondering: how can she fall in love if she can’t even survive?

Readers of Death Unscripted, the first book in the Trudy Genova Manhattan Mystery series, will find the same pleasures in this sequel: fast pacing, engaging characters, twists and turns on the way to a satisfying close. From the award-winning author of The Nora Tierney English Mysteries, this second series is a winner. Once again M.K. Graff reveals her talents in crafting this delightful mix of amateur sleuth and police procedural.

Part procedural, part cozy, Death at the Dakota is a well-crafted and highly entertaining mystery.- Bruce Robert Coffin, #1 bestselling author of the Detective Byron mysteries.  

I fell in love — not only with co-protagonists, Trudy and Ned, the richly detailed and historic setting of The Dakota, and the unique cast of characters, but with the unusual plot of Death at the Dakota. Sherry Harris, Agatha Award nominated author of the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mysteries



  
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Ned left the dining room and wandered back toward the living room, certain Trudy had said she would be here today, but he hadn’t seen her yet.

A cluster of people stood around an actress in a filmy white wedding dress standing near one of the tall windows. From Trudy’s description, he thought the man who fussed with arranging the back of the gauzy gown must be the costume designer, Rashid Something. Troy Benedict, dressed in tuxedo pants with his shirt hanging open, stood off to one side, tapping his fingers on the top of the grand piano. Meg approached him with a handful of shirt studs and a bow tie.

Afternoon sun cast muted fingers of light into the room, where three still photographers ringed around the woman, snapping away as of Phin Hill-Yorke directed. Egan and another man Ned knew to be Perry King stood on the other side of the room, hovering. Ned had seen the salt-and-pepper-haired King on his popular morning show, and was surprised by how much shorter he looked in person. But then Monica was petite, like Trudy, and King would look taller on television next to her.

The director’s assistant stood off to one side, out of camera range, holding a bouquet of flowers. Ned approached China and asked if she’d seen Trudy Genova. The woman grinned widely.

“Yes, I’ve seen her, and so have you, detective.” China gestured toward the actress.

“I suppose that fall will do,” Phin said, appraising the bride. “Turn away from the window a bit, please,” she instructed, and the bride turned slightly.

Trudy! Ned watched her move and recognized her profile. She wore a wig of blonde curls and the front of her hair had been sprayed a lighter blonde.

“Give her the flowers, China,” Phin continued, and China handed the lavish bouquet to Trudy. “And toward me a bit more, please.”

The cameras whirred and clicked once Trudy accepted the bouquet and moved into place. She noticed Ned and a bright red flush spread up her neck and into her face.

“Stop snapping! Trudy, what the hell—” Phin remonstrated, and turned to look in the direction of Trudy’s focus. When she saw Ned, the director nodded sagely. “Ah, the penny drops.”





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Calling Back The Dead from The Northern Michigan Asylum Series by J. R. Erickson – Audiobook Blog Tour

Author: J.R. Erickson

Narrator: Kelsey Navarro

Length: 7 hours and 57 minutes

Series: Northern Michigan Asylum Series, Book 2

Publisher: J.R. Erickson

Released: Aug. 15, 2019

Genre: Paranormal

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Bigger & Badder by Jackson Kane – Blog Tour


Author: Jackson Kane
Title: Bigger & Badder
Series: Caldwell Hope Billionaire Romance
Genre: Billionaire Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design

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𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱’𝘀𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗖𝗘𝗢𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻?

I became the youngest billionaire in history because I’m ruthless—Bigger and Badder than my competition. That’s also why I know investing in this small town’s football stadium is a waste of my time.

What I didn’t know was that she was living here.

Judy is the girl who got away. I’ve thought about her for years—the night when we danced together… how she felt in my arms.

Now, I finally have a chance to make her mine. But doing so means going all-in on an investment that’s doomed to fail.

And I never, ever fail.

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗺𝗲?

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘵𝘰𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦-𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘕𝘖𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘏𝘌𝘈.



Garrett turned to face us. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for us to run to him. He made no motion that he was going to move or be inconvenienced in any way. Almost all of the stadium lights were on, which made the vision of him more imposing. He was one arrogantly confident man in a sea of green. It looked like the whole world was his stage.
What an ass.
The least he could do was meet us halfway. Who did he think he was?
Dad had a genuine grin on his face when I eventually joined him. Everyone else huffed and puffed behind us. Someone told the band to start, and they did. Fortunately for the musicians, they all had string and not wind instruments.
“What is it?” I asked Dad cautiously. I thought he’d be furious at the stunt Garrett pulled, instead he almost looked impressed.
“Smart. Very smart,” he said, clearly to himself, through winded breaths. Dad cocked an eye at me when he saw me listening intently. “It’s a power play. Not only did he shock us out of whatever preplanned spiel we had in mind by jumping out of the helicopter, but by forcing us to come to him instead of the other way around, he’s making a statement even before the meeting begins. He’s saying that—”
“He’s in control,” I interrupted absently as I studied Garrett who patiently waited for us to approach. With a nickname like the Grim Reaper of whatever, I imagined some gaunt, ugly guy, not a tall wall of muscle.
God, he was handsome.
His short brown hair was lightly tousled by the wind, but still parted to one side. With broad shoulders and chest, and thick arms, he filled out his tailored suit and jacket perfectly. Not even Gloria’s billionaire husband, Richard, dressed this well.
“For now.” Dad winked at me. “Your old man’s still got a few tricks up his sleeve. Keep up, Judy.”
“Huh?” I asked, slowing down. I wasn’t paying as much attention to Dad as I should have been. My brain could either ogle over this hottie or walk, not both. I forced my head down and sped up, reminding myself that this was business and that I had to be professional. “Yeah, of course!”
I wasn’t great at being professional, but I was trying. I really wanted to show Dad that I could handle the responsibility this time. I wasn’t about to let some rich guy screw me up. No matter how handsome he was.
“Mr. Sullivan?” Garrett asked, extending his hand.
“Yes,” Dad said, the heaviness of his breathing from the run over had finally disappeared. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker. It seems you took the scenic route.”
“I like to make my own way.” Garrett had a hint of a New Zealand accent that straightened my spine. It wasn’t just that his deep, sexy voice sent shivers through me, I also recognized it.
He used to be a big deal football player. I remembered his poster was hung up on my roommate’s wall in college. It was the last thing I saw every night when I went to sleep.
He wore a few days of stubble over his chiseled jaw; it wasn’t thick enough to hide the dimples in his cheeks, but it was dark enough to highlight his light, piercingly blue eyes.
Wait a minute. Why was everyone so hot and bothered over a football player? Last I heard, he quit playing five years ago. He was pretty, but he was a jock. I hated to stereotype, but playing football and running a stadium were completely different things.
How much could he possibly know about that side of things?
Garrett smoothly surveyed the crowd that gathered around him. Everyone said hello, some tried to introduce themselves fully, but no one could hold his interest long enough to get out their full title. Then, to my surprise, his gaze stopped on me. His eyes were the color of cresting waves and about a thousand times as deep.
“And who is this?” he asked.
“Me?” I gasped as if those waves were crashing over and drowning me. I didn’t ask him to notice me. It wasn’t like I was standing out in a crowd fangirling or anything; I was slightly behind both Dad and the other board members. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.
“Uh, hi.” I smiled, stammering the words out like a gibbering idiot. Garrett patiently waited, giving me all his attention. The band played a little louder to relieve some of the tension, but that seemed to only make everything more intense between us. I felt like I was going to turn into a puddle under his gaze. “They call me Judy—”


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Demons Do It Better by Louisa Masters – Blog Tour

“Demons do it better contains a fun new paranormal universe, that mixes the charm of playful shifters — think Charlie Cochet’s T.H.I.R.D.S. — with other paranormal beings. Demons, incubi, and vampires, oh my!” – Molly House Reviews
Author: Louisa Masters
Title: Demons Do It Better
Series: A Hidden Species Novel
Genre: M/M Paranormal Romance
I work for Lucifer. Only, it’s not as cool and satanic as it sounds.

The truth is, I’m an admin assistant who applied for a job that sounded kind of interesting and ended up working for the Community of Species Government. I’m the only human in the office, and basically I ride herd on a team of rambunctious shifters and demons.

I also spend a lot of time avoiding Gideon Bailey, the demon I had a one-night stand with right before I took this job. He hates me, and I really want to avoid being murdered. But I’ve been offered a promotion that will mean working with him, so we’re both going to have to get over it.

Plus, people are going missing. Pregnant people. And the word is that someone is dabbling in genetic experimentation. Putting a stop to that is more important than the sexual tension Gideon and I have been ignoring… isn’t it?
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Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was working out how to read romance novels without being discovered. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.
Find Louisa at www.louisamasters.com