YAY!
I am very proud of this one. Not even so much the story, but rather the fact that even with BC, I have managed to get this one out before Penned Con. I do love the story though.
The first time that Roxy appeared in my thoughts, she broke my heart completely. With the help of the wonderful Karen Docter, I’ve changed the story from memoirs of Roxy’s tragic life, to a story that unfolds with purpose.
So here it is:
Roxy Sings the Blues
BLURB:
Scars tell the story of a past. Roxy’s scars aren’t visible but they have carved her deeply and the pain they caused pours out through her music. If facing an uncertain future after losing her mother wasn’t enough, a failed relationship from the past returns to wreak havoc. Just when she was trying to build a new life for herself, the troublemaking ex Devon drags her into danger. Roxy sits in the spotlight of a pivotal investigation. Detective Devon Miller is hot on the case and stirring the embers of forbidden fires.
Will Roxy hit the right note to help her old flame solve the case in time or will she be left singing the blues?
Excerpt:
“Detective Miller, Detective Alvarez.”
Devon Miller nodded in acknowledgment. He hated these calls. He hated seeing veterans in the homeless shelter. It never made sense to him. “What have we got?”
“Two males. Looks like meth heads, but we need to find out what is going on. This is the fourth time this month that homeless guys have shown up dead. I am putting you two on the case. Check with Dickerson in narcotics, see if he has any leads.” Seargent Brenner stood, flipping the body bag back over the victim’s face. “I want to know what they are taking, who they are buying from, what the cause of death was. I want a full tox screen and have Simmons report anything out of the order. Anything! Talk to some of the regulars at the shelter up the street.” He tucked his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, eyes downcast to the ground. Hesitating as if he wanted to add something more, but then changing his mind. He added, “I want reports on my desk in the morning.”
Devon watched him walk away before bending to examine the body. He reached for a discarded straw in the pile of trash that the first body lay in. Using the straw, he opened the vics mouth, checking for missing teeth, foaming, anything. “Still got his teeth. That’s something.”
Alvarez stood with his hands shoved into his jacket. “This kid is too young to be here.” He bent swiping the hair out of the eyes of the second body. “Both of them are. I’d lay odds that test results are going to be the same as the last guys. I think our best bet is going to be Dickerson. See if he knows who’s dealing the designer drugs down here and find out how bums can afford it.”
Buy Links:
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746975
Amazon -https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Roxy+Sings+the+blues
While you are there, check out my other books as well!
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Going to celebrate with some sugar-free pumpkin spice cappuccino, and a slice of sugar-free carrot cake!
Then it’s time to get back into writing mode.
Write on my freinds, write on!
quotidiandose 
Congratulations on the release — it’s got you singing an upbeat tune.
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Thank you! Yes it does.
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Congratulations
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Thank you! And thank you for your beta read- it was most helpful!!
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