Hello! Today I'm spotlighting Eat Crow and Die by Maris Soule. Maris is a new guest on my blog, so I extend a hearty welcome to her. She's sharing information on her mystery suspense novel Eat Crow and Die (Book 3 of her P.J. Benson Mystery Series). There's a great excerpt to read and a chance to WIN a $15 Amazon Gift Card. Look out for those details later in the post.
The plot of the novel sounds a really intriguing one...but first, a little about Maris:
Writer, teacher, artist, wife, mother, dog trainer, horse rider, boater.
Maris Soule can list an array of occupations and avocations. Even as a
writer her 29 published books span a variety of genres and subgenres,
ranging from short stories to romances, romantic suspense, and mystery. A
two-time RITA finalist, Soule has placed in and won several writing
contests. Born and raised in California, Soule and her husband now spend
their summers in Michigan and their winters in Florida.
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the circumstances, P.J. is certain this isn’t the right time to tell
Wade she’s pregnant, but bouts of morning sickness give her away. Wade
is upset by the news. P.J. wonders if it’s because he’s afraid he’ll be
put in prison for a double homicide he didn’t commit, or if he’s afraid
the new baby will cause P.J. to become schizophrenic, as was the case
with her mother. Even P.J. is worried about that. Although Wade doesn’t
want her playing detective, P.J. soon discovers that Michael Brewster
wasn’t as great a guy as everyone thought. But did anyone hate the man
enough to kill him?
Eat Crow and Die (A P.J. Benson Mystery - Book 3)
by Maris Soule
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Genre: Romantic Suspense
Published by: Five Star Publishing
Release Date: May 20, 2015
Length: 281 Pages
Here's an excerpt to savour:
As I headed for the room number Ginny had given me, I thought back over
the four months I’ve known Wade. The first time I saw him, he reminded
me of Nicolas Cage and Tom Cruise wrapped up in one man. He certainly
didn’t look like a homicide detective. Back then he thought I’d murdered
someone. That or I was crazy, like my mother. We've had a couple more
misunderstandings since then, but for the most part we’ve gotten along
quite well—in bed and out. On the other hand, there are times when he
can be stubborn, irritating, and unreasonable. As I neared his room, it
sounded like he was being all three.
“I’m fine,” he bellowed. “I do not need to be in bed.”
“Until the doctor releases you,” a feminine voice said, “you need to stay put.”
“Damn the doctor. I told them downstairs I need to get back to South Haven.”
“Are you giving the nurse a bad time?” I asked as I entered the room.
Wade made a grunting sound as he looked my way. “They’re treating me as if I’m sick. I hit my head, that’s all.”
The poor nurse looked at me and shook her head. “He’s supposed to rest.”
“Be a good boy, Wade. Do as she says. Put your legs back up on the bed and rest.”
He glared at me—at both the nurse and me—but he put his legs back up
on the mattress and allowed her to pull a sheet up to his waist. He
didn’t lay back, so I asked, “Can he have the bed cranked up, so he can
be in a seated position?”
“If it will keep him in bed, I guess so.”
She didn’t make a move, and neither did Wade, so I stepped closer and
pushed the button that raised the back so Wade could be in a fully
seated position. “That better?” I asked.
He grumbled, but gave a slight nod, then winced.
He had a four-inch square bandage on his forehead, and I could see
some discoloration along the side of his face, but it wasn’t until he
went to lean back against the pillow behind him and grimaced that I knew
it wasn’t just his forehead that had been injured.
“If you need anything, press that button,” the nurse said, indicating the red one on the corded remote.
Wade grunted, and she quickly left. I’m sure she was glad to leave him to me. He clearly wasn’t in a good mood.
“You seen Jason?”
“I just left him. He’s with Ginny.”
“He seems fine. They’re waiting for the results on a couple of tests, then, Ginny said, she’ll bring him by your room.”
“That or I’ll pick him up as I leave.”
“I don’t think they want you leaving today.”
Again the glare. “I’m fine. I hit my head, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh. And how many stitches?” I asked, pointing at the bandage on his forehead.
“I don’t know.” He gave me a crooked smile. “Maybe fifteen.”
“And the back of your head?”
“I have a little goose-egg, that’s all.”
I reached behind his head, but I’d barely touched his scalp before he
let out a yelp. From what I could feel, his “little goose-egg” was more
like an ostrich egg. “How did you hit both the back and the front of
don’t know.” He let out a deep sigh. “I don’t remember anything from the
time Linda and that arrogant bastard she married finally arrived at the
boat with Jason until I found myself on a stretcher, being lifted into a
helicopter.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t even remember that very
well. It wasn’t until they poked my head with a needle that I really
started focusing on what was happening.”
“You don’t remember taking the boat out on Lake Michigan?”
He started to shake his head, but immediately stopped. “Not a thing.”
The pupils of his eyes were dilated, and since Wade doesn’t do drugs,
and it was fairly light in the room, I figured the doctors were right,
he did have a concussion. I’d heard how people who had concussions often
couldn’t remember what happened before or even after the accident. Some
lost entire days. Sometimes the memories came back; sometimes they
remember Linda said they didn’t want to fish,” Wade grumbled. “Here she
insists she wants to go on this fishing trip with Jason and me, that
both she and Brewster want to go along, and then as soon as she
arrives—an hour late, at that—she starts making a fuss about going
fishing. I’d even brought fishing poles for the two of them.”
“But they did go out on the boat with you? With you and Jason?”
“They must have.” Wade looked out beyond the end of the bed, and I could tell he was trying to remember.
“Do you have any idea where you and Jason were when the boat blew up?”
“No.” Wade looked back at me. “You haven’t heard anything about Linda?”
“So they’re not here, not in the hospital?”
“I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think so.”
From his expression, I knew what Wade was thinking. If Linda and her
husband were on the boat and had been thrown to safety, Linda would be
with Jason now. The woman had become paranoid since telling Wade that
she and her new husband were moving to California and taking Jason with
them. She was sure Wade was going to do something to stop her.
“If she was on the boat . . .” I started to say, but didn’t finish.
The thought of what might have happened to Linda—to both Wade’s ex and
her new husband—caused my stomach to lurch.
Well, that's got me wanting to read more. How about you?
Thank you for being in the spotlight today, Maris. Best wishes with your blog tour for Eat Crow and Die.
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