Guest Diane Burton & The Case of the Fabulous Fiance from Barbara Edwards

Welcome to my blog, Diane.
Diane BurtonPlease tell us about your new release.

The Evolution of The Case of the Fabulous Fiancé.

Six years ago, I thought it would be fun to write a story about a female private investigator. When I was a kid, I read all my mother’s Nancy Drew books plus the ones I got from the library and as gifts. In the 1980s, I fell in love with the TV show Remington Steel. (Loved Laura’s hat.) I didn’t like that she had to use a guy as a front while she did all the work. My investigator wouldn’t do that. She was her own girl and would be a success because of her hard work. In the 1990s, I discovered Stephanie Plum, Janet Evanovich’s screwball bounty hunter who makes Lucy and Ethel look like amateurs. I learned not to read those books before going to sleep. I’d laugh so hard the bed would shake. While I didn’t want my PI to be a screw-up, I wanted the stories to be humorous.

So I started writing the first Alex O’Hara mystery.

A friend of mine is a retired police chief. I’m always asking him questions, and he always tells me more, which gives me better ideas. The more I wrote, the more I realized I was adding too much back story—how Alex inherited the agency from her father and his business partner, how her old heartthrob Nick came back into her life, and many other details that had taken place in the past. As much as I liked her, I didn’t think the reader would enjoy info dumps. By that time, I’d written over half the story.

Not good.

My parents came of age during the Great Depression, so I was brought up on the adage “waste not, want not.” I never throw away story ideas or half-finished manuscripts. I set Alex’s story aside to write science fiction romances and a romantic suspense. But she kept nudging me to tell her story.

A writer can only hold out for so long. Nudging became poking that led to yelling in my ear as I tried to go to sleep. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I hauled out that manuscript and went to work. All that backstory became The Case of the Bygone Brother, published last year. What started out as the first book in the series then became the second, The Case of the Fabulous Fiancé.

It’s been said that it’s easier to write a new story than to rewrite an old one. How true. The next Alex O’Hara story will be much easier. I can’t wait to dive into it.

Alex O’Hara - The Case of the Fabulous Finance - 750 CoverThe Case of the Fabulous Fiancé (An Alex O’Hara Novel) by Diane Burton
978-0-9966374-2-8 (eBook)
A PI mystery

Available at:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B0195K8F6G
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Blurb:

She’s at it again. Alex O’Hara just can’t say no to a new investigation. What do a 45-year-old boyfriend, a deadbeat dad, and a teenage runaway have in common? All new cases. With no receptionist, phone and internet problems, and her own boyfriend in the wind, Alex has no idea how she’ll manage. But the question for the past three months is why did Nick disappear. Is this the end of O’Hara & Palzetti?

Excerpt:

I picked up the pen before looking at Nora Finley. Even though I was in the middle of a major case, I never turned down a prospective client. At least, not right away. I’d hear her out and then decide.
“What can I do for you?”
Her expression completely changed. The high-powered exec disappeared. In its place, caution and . . . vulnerability. “Ellen VanderVeen said I could trust you.”
I smiled. Ellen and I had been friends since college. That girl had more fashion sense in her baby finger than I did in my entire body.
“Yes, I know Ellen.”
“She said you helped her investigate her fiancé.”
I nodded.
She hesitated and appeared to rethink what she was doing in a private investigator’s office. Quickly, she came to a conclusion. “I’d like you to do the same.”
“You want me to vet your fiancé?”
“He’s not my fiancé. Yet.”
She didn’t explain any further, so I asked, “Why? Do you suspect something?”
“No. Oh, goodness, no.” She pursed her lips before continuing. “My father left me a prosperous financial firm plus a sizeable inheritance. I am not saying that to brag but to explain my concerns. In my younger days, I was, uhm, taken advantage of. I need to be sure this man truly loves me—me, not my money.”
Although nobody would ever mistake me for an heiress, I understood her caution.
“I am almost forty years old,” she said. “I want to have children before I’m too old.”
Again, I understood. I’d recently passed a landmark birthday. The big Three-Oh. Rather than worry about kids, though, I devoted myself to my business. After a rocky start, I was on a pretty even keel. Plenty of work. Not enough time. But I did have plenty of time before settling down with kids. And a husband, of course. I’m kind of old-fashioned like that. I’d thought Nick might— Don’t go there.
“Ma’am, if you’d called for an appointment, I could have saved you a trip. I do not have time to devote to your case.”
A crestfallen Nora Finley stared at me, her mouth slightly open. I guess nobody ever turned her down. While hers might be interesting, I didn’t have a good feeling about this case. A client might want the lowdown on a prospective mate—as I’d discovered before—but they often resented the bearer of bad news. Of course, the client could be grateful if the news was good, like my friend Ellen.
“I will double your usual retainer.”
“It isn’t a matter of money—” Although money never hurt. “—I’m in the middle of a large case that is taking up all of my time.”
“How soon will you finish?” No longer disappointed, she looked calculating.
God save me from rich people who think everyone should drop what they’re doing to attend to them.
“Three weeks, minimum.”
“Good. I will be out of the country for the next four weeks. You may finish your present case then check into Clyde Wilson.”
Well, shit. I mean, shoot. I was trying to break my bad habit of swearing. I had misgivings about this woman. Demanding, she was going to be difficult to work with. She exuded the power that came from old money. Power that expected everyone to drop everything and do her bidding.
But then I’d had difficult clients before and managed them. I could probably wrap up the fraud investigation in a couple of weeks. I’d given myself a cushion when I’d told her three.
Were my misgivings about her enough to turn down double my retainer?
I drew the pad closer to me. “Tell me about this man. Clyde Wilson?”
That better not be a smug look on her face.

Author Info:

Diane Burton combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing romantic fiction. Besides the science fiction romance Switched and Outer Rim series, she is the author of One Red Shoe, a romantic suspense, and The Case of the Bygone Brother, a PI mystery. She is also a contributor to the anthology How I Met My Husband. Diane and her husband live in Michigan. They have two children and three grandchildren.
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Party for Two by Monique DeVere from Barbara Edwards

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Please welcome my guest Monique DeVere
Her newest release is a charming story and I’m happy to have her tell us more.

Party for Two by Monique DeVere
Her sexy weekend fling.

Ex-lawyer turned pregnancy model Danielle Hampton has one simple rule; never date an attorney, even if he’s so deliciously hot she’s nicknamed him His Hotness Esquire. When her father asks her to strap on her silicone bump and pretend to be Casey Lowe’s pregnant fiancée in order to pull her family’s law firm out of trouble, her first answer is a resounding no! But she owes Casey for wrecking his pool.

Civil Rights Attorney Casey Lowe lives by a code of practice: never date his boss’s daughter, but he’ll do just about anything to make partner at the top law firm—even if it means violating his personal code. He hasn’t bargained on the fierce desire that burns hotter than the Mojave Desert and combusts every time he gets his boss’s daughter alone. She may drive him to distraction and melt in his arms, but will this party girl hang around long enough for him to convince her that all the best parties… are for two?

Excerpt
Copyright © Monique DeVere 2015
Crystal Swan Publications
All Rights Reserved

He leaned in an inch; just enough to let his chest lightly brush her back. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
She suspected she probably was if he was thinking about forgetting dinner and heading straight to bed for round three. But she wouldn’t tell him she’d been indulging such risqué thoughts.
“If you’re thinking that dinner is getting cold and we should get moving if we want to eat while it’s still warm, then I guess we’re on the same page.”
“I wasn’t thinking that at all.” His lips caressed her ear as he spoke, a wicked enticement she barely resisted. “And I don’t think you were either.”
She turned her head to meet his gaze over her shoulder, only he didn’t retreat and their lips ended up almost touching. He inhaled a hard breath and she thought she heard the merest hint of a groan. So, she wasn’t the only one being tormented here—good. She maintained the feather contact between their lips and pretended she hadn’t even noticed.
“I guess you’ll never know, Lowe.”
MoniqueDeVereAuthor Bio
Monique DeVere is a full-time author of Sweet ‘n’ Spicy Romantic Comedy and Contemporary Romance. She also writes Christian Supernatural Suspense movie scripts. She was born on the beautiful island of Barbados, where she grew up on a large plantation with enough wide-open space to let the imagination run free. She moved to the UK as a teen and shortly after met and fell instantly, and irrevocably, in love with her very own strong-silent-type hero. When Monique isn’t writing or spending quality time with her family, she likes to armchair travel to distant and exciting parts of the world and considers herself to have the best job on earth.
You can visit her at moniquedevere.com where she invites you to join her exclusive Sweet ‘n’ Spicy Readers Club packed full of goodies for her members. Monique loves to hear from her readers, do contact her at monique@moniquedevere.com.

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#Sale Dixie’s Gift by Barbara Edwards #TWRP

Dixie's Gift
Dixie’s Gift
Dixie’s Gift
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-
Buy Links: http://amzn.com/B017OJGVI
http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=6532

Author: Barbara Edwards
Dixie was my friend and companion for years after we adopted her. She kept me exercising by insisting I get up from my chair and take her out. She would eat anything I ate except for clams in marinara sauce. When she crossed the Rainbow Bridge I cried for days. Then I took the memories and wrote this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Blurb: Ellen Carter deeply grieves for her husband Dan, but at least she still has Dixie, her beloved Malinois. However, soon Dixie leaves her too. But the faithful dog cannot rest easy in heaven while her mistress is unhappy. Dixie pleads with the Archangel Michael to let her send help, and intercedes for Ellen in the only way she can. But will Ellen get the message, and more importantly, will she accept Dixie’s gift?
Sexy newcomer Michael Burke can barely take enough time from his successful restaurant for a decent night’s sleep, let alone romance. Still, he is intrigued by the beautiful widow and can’t resist entering her shop. Sparks fly, and when Ellen has an accident in a snowstorm, he comes to her rescue. Trapped by a blizzard and aided by Dixie’s Gift, Ellen and Michael find more than shelter–they find love.

Excerpt:
He brushed a wisp of her hair from her cheek. It clung like spider silk to his fingers.
He rubbed the strand and his heart raced. When her lips parted, he bent forward to taste their soft curve.
Sweet, so sweet, he thought as her mouth melded with his. His hands slowly slid from her slender shoulders to her waist. Soft as a feather, she sighed. Her curves fit against his hard chest like matching puzzle pieces.
The lights blinked, dimmed, and then flared back on.

The real Dixie
The real Dixie

Comments:
Dixie’s Gift tugs at your heart, and though the snow threatens, you can’t help but be warmed by this sweet story. A must read! — Kara O’Neal, Author

“Dog lovers, do not read this book . . . without a box of tissues nearby. A touching story of love and compassion.” – Diane Burton, author of the Outer Rim series.

“Delightful. . .Barbara Edwards weaves a heartwarming holiday tale of rediscovering love after the death of a spouse and the loss of a beloved pet. It’s a refreshing story with a theme of joy and peace and filled with engaging characters. And who can resist a romantic winter setting with lots and lots of snow?” ~ Judy Ann Davis, Author and Educator

Dixie’s Gift by Barbara Edwards is a gift of a read. Sweet, romantic, poignant, and touching, it will bring a lump to your throat and satisfaction to your heart. If you don’t shed a tear, you’re a robot.” ~ Award winning author Alicia Dean