Publisher: Wrenfield Books
Publication Date: May 23, 2023
Digital Print length: 139 pages
ASIN: B0C666Z731


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The town is all abuzz when a murder occurs in Jennie Marts’ debut cozy mystery, perfect for fans of Jenn McKinlay and Amanda Flower.
As a successful mystery author, Bailey Briggs writes about murder, but nothing prepares her for actually discovering the dead body of the founder of her hometown of Humble Hills, Colorado. Bailey grew up at Honeybuzz Mountain Ranch and was raised by her beekeeping grandmother, Blossom Briggs, aka Granny Bee, and her two eccentric sisters, Aster and Marigold—which is why she drops everything to come home and help Granny Bee after a bad fall.
A broken foot doesn’t stop her grandmother from ruling The Hive, her granny’s book club, or continuing to prepare and package her bee-inspired products. But when Bailey’s grandmother’s infamous “Honey I’m Home” hot spiced honey turns out to “bee” the murder weapon and her granny is now the prime suspect, Bailey has no choice but to use her fictional detective skills to help solve the murder and “smoke out” the real culprit.
With the help of Bailey’s witty bestie, a pair of meddling aunts, the feisty members of The Hive, and her computer-savvy daughter, this amateur sleuth is determined to solve the case. A malicious attack and an ominous threat reveal that someone wants Bailey to butt out of the investigation, but there’s no way she’s backing down. She must use her skills to uncover the truth and catch the clever culprit before her grandmother ends up bee-hind bars.
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She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “Like dead-dead?” she whispered, trying to keep her anxiety in check and not hyperventilate.
Sawyer arched an eyebrow. “Yes, Bailey. Like that.”
Her hands fluttered to her mouth as she slumped to the floor next to Werner. Praying he was wrong, she picked up Werner’s hand, just as Sawyer had done to her the day before and tried desperately to find the flutter of a beat.
“Just breathe, Bailey,” Sawyer said, firmly cupping the side of her shoulder, the same way he used to when she’d had panic attacks back in high school.
The pressure of his hand calmed her, just as it always had, and she matched her breathing with his, taking in a deep breath, then slowly letting it out. “I’m okay, but we’ve got to call someone,” she said, pulling her phone from her pocket and stabbing at the screen as she tapped 9-1-1.
“It’s okay, Bailey. I’ve got this.”
She shook her head. How was he so calm? “No, we need an ambulance. Or a fireman. Or the police.” Her heart rate climbed even higher. “Oh my gosh, do we need the police?”
“Yes, but—” he started to say, but Bailey cut him off as the line was picked up.
“Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?” The operator’s voice sounded familiar.
“Yes, hello. We just found Werner Humble on his dining room floor, and we think he might be dead.”
“He is,” Sawyer confirmed. Again.
Bailey shot him a quick glare as she heard the operator say, “I’m sending an ambulance now.”
“Tell her there are suspicious circumstances,” he instructed.
Suspicious circumstances?
“Well, shoot fire,” the dispatcher whispered, then recognition set in as she said more clearly, “I heard him. I’ll contact the sheriff now.”
“Linda? Is that you?” Bailey asked.
“Yes, this is Linda Johnson.”
“This is Bailey Briggs.” She and Linda had gone to high school together and been lab partners for chemistry. Linda had been notorious for diving in without reading the lab notes, and Bailey had heard that whispered “Well, shoot fire” many times as their experiments literally went up in smoke.
“Oh hey, Bailey, I heard you were back in town. Hold on, I’m ringing the sheriff.”
Bailey turned toward Sawyer as she heard the theme song of Mission Impossible coming from his pocket.
He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Dunn here.”
Bailey heard Linda say, “Hey, Sheriff, you need to head over to Werner Humble’s house. I already sent an ambulance, but apparently he’s dead and they think there might be suspicious circumstances.”
“Thanks, Linda, I’m already at the scene.”
“How’d you get there so fast?”
“I’m the one who discovered the body.”
“I thought Bailey Briggs did.”
“She’s here with me.”
“Oh, then why did I need to call you?”
Bailey spoke into the phone. “Because he didn’t tell me he was the sheriff.”
Sawyer shrugged as the corner of his lip tugged up in a grin. “I tried.”
“Not hard enough,” she muttered.
“Why don’t you call off the ambulance, Linda,” Sawyer told the dispatcher. “And send the coroner instead.”
“I’m on it, Sheriff. But he was doing a lecture at the hospital in the next town over today, so it may take him a half an hour or so to get to you.”
“That’s fine. I’ll wait here.”
“Okay, well, I’ve got another call coming in,” Linda said. “Welcome home, Bailey.”
What a homecoming.
“You’re the sheriff?” Bailey asked as she pushed her phone back into her pocket.
He nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me that yesterday?” “Didn’t come up.”
And why hadn’t her grandmother or her so-called best friend informed her of this fact? Oh yeah, Evie thought it was just so much more fun this way.
I’ ll be sure to let her know how much fun I’m having.
“Why does he look like that?” She pressed her fingers together and tried to rub the tackiness of them on her jeans. “And why is he sticky?”
“I’m assuming he’s sticky from the honey-slathered biscuit it appears he was eating.” He nodded to the evidence lying on the floor a few feet from his outstretched hand.
It was partially under the table, so she hadn’t noticed it before, but now she could see the biscuit had a large bite out of the side. “There’s no way Werner was eating that. Granny Bee just told us he’s deathly allergic to honey. And that’s not something you eat by mistake.”
“I’m not the medical examiner, of course, but the way his lips are swollen, the hives, the . . .” He waved his hand in a circle around his head. “The way he looks leads me to believe he died from anaphylactic shock, presumably from eating that honey we know he was allergic to. It’s hard to see around the hives, but it looks to me like there are also traces of the honey on his chin and around his mouth.” He furrowed his brow as he leaned closer and sniffed at Werner’s face.
Bailey drew back, wrinkling her nose. “What are you doing?”
“I know this scent.” Realization lit his eyes, then his expression changed to dread as he leaned back and gazed around the room.
“What is it?”
His shoulders slumped as he shook his head. “I sure wish I hadn’t heard Granny Bee threaten to kill this man yesterday.”
“Why? What does Granny Bee have to do with this?”
He pointed to the jar of Granny Bee’s signature Honey I’m Home hot spiced honey sitting open on the table, a spoon covered in the amber substance next to it. “Because it looks like it was her honey that killed him.”
Author Bio:
Jennie Marts is the USA TODAY Best-selling author of award-winning books filled with love, laughter, and always a happily ever after. Readers call her books “laugh out loud” funny and the “perfect mix of romance, humor, and steam.” Fic Central claimed one of her books was “the most fun I’ve had reading in years.”
She is living her own happily ever after in the mountains of Colorado with her husband, two dogs, and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies. She’s addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes, or friends.
Her books include the contemporary western romance Hearts of Montana series, the romantic comedy/ cozy mysteries of The Page Turners series, the hunky hockey-playing men in the Bannister family in the Bannister Brothers Books, and the small-town romantic comedies in the Lovestruck series of Cotton Creek Romances.
Jennie loves to hear from readers. Follow her on Facebook at Jennie Marts Books, or Twitter at @JennieMarts. Visit her at www.jenniemarts.com and sign up for her newsletter to keep up with the latest news and releases.
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The Rose of Florence
Angela M. Sims
Publication date: March 23rd 2023
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance
Prologue (1460):
Gianetta is born in a farmhouse in Fiesole. Her mother dies in childbirth. The unnamed father is distraught but leaves her in the care of her grandmother and returns home.The Story (1478):
Gianetta grows up and moves to Florence, where she is in service to a wealthy family of textile merchants – the Rosini. They are friends to and supporters of the powerful Medici clan. In the small, tight-knit group of staff, we meet Eleonora (cook), Luigi (Signor Francesco Rosini’s private assistant), Antonio and Lucia and our hero, Matteo. Gianetta and Matteo are in love and have a happy, peaceful life with the kind and generous Rosini family. They enjoy entertaining at Palazzo Rosini, where the Medici and Botticelli are frequent visitors.Following the suspected poisoning of Lorenzo de’ Medici and near death of Giuliano de’ Medici, both within the Rosini family home, there is suspicion that there is a traitor in the house and speculation as to who it might be.
In Botticelli’s workshop (where Matteo worked previously), there is discussion about unrest in Florence with rumours in the city that Medici days in power are numbered, and there may be trouble at Easter.
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Setting the scene: Matteo is a manservant in Palazzo Rosini, and Cesare Conti is a guest at the family banquet that night, but clearly, they have come across each other before…
Matteo remained behind to make sure that all the guests’ cloaks were hanging neatly and away from the fire, so that they didn’t smell of smoke by the end of the evening. He hadn’t noticed a figure standing quietly behind him until he heard a slight cough. Turning round, he almost bumped straight into Cesare Conti. He had been half expecting this but had hoped to avoid a direct conversation with him.
“Signor Conti,” he said, with a small bow. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, I think you have already helped me enough, don’t you?” The young man’s piercing green eyes looked directly at Matteo. Then, as if the sun had come out, Cesare broke into a beaming smile and put his arm around Matteo.
“I just wanted to thank you…for last week. What a coincidence that you should be passing, just as I was leaving that place.”
“I have to pass it occasionally when I am running errands for Eleonora. What goes on there is no concern of mine, ser.” Matteo was uncomfortable and hoped that was the end of the conversation. He made to move towards the stairs, but Cesare’s grip tightened.
“We are grown men…er…”
“Matteo, ser.”
“We are grown men, Matteo. Women serve a purpose from time to time. Indeed, some are very beautiful, but some of us also have other needs, which must be satisfied. Sadly, the city looks on some of those needs as vices, the “Florentine vice”, I believe some call it.” He shook his head, sadly. “Whatever the rights or wrongs of the situation, I could have been arrested that day. You could have turned me in to the guard, and the life I have now would have been over. But you didn’t, and I wondered why.”
“It’s none of my business, ser. As I said, I pass that place often, and who I see going in or coming out is no concern of mine.”
Cesare raised an eyebrow. “I suspect you hold many secrets, Matteo.” He paused, as if deciding his next words carefully. Then he shone his beaming smile at Matteo. “Thank you, Matteo. Your discretion is noted and appreciated. I…” He paused, “…won’t forget it.” With a last glance, Cesare turned on his heel and bounded up the stairs to the dining room.
Author Bio:
The Rose of Florence is my first novel, borne of a love for the history, art and city of Florence, grown over many years. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed researching and writing it.
My background is in healthcare, and I have been a University lecturer since 2010. My writing experience was limited to a Masters dissertation, purely academic, but the research skills I learned during that process were soon put to use in researching my favourite topic, the Italian Renaissance. It didn’t take long before the seeds of a story began to germinate, and The Rose of Florence blossomed.
I joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association (RNA) and the New Writers’ Scheme (NWS) in 2020 and found the encouragement and resources available taught me so much about the process and skills needed to write fiction. I have been lucky enough to have the support of the same NWS reviewer since joining, and her advice and guidance has proven invaluable, and I am now a contender for the RNA Joan Hessayon Award 2023 for debut authors.
I am also a member of the Society of Authors.
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She raised her radiant face to his. In the depths of her verdant gaze, he glimpsed églantines—the soft pink wild roses of the Hazelwood Forest. Le Miroir aux Fées—the Mirrored Lake she’d defended to become a Priestess of Dana. Where she’d retrieved the orb he would use tomorrow to challenge the wizard. In her emerald eyes, Tristan saw the Forest of Brocéliande, where they were married in the Triple Trinity of their Celtic wedding. The white dove who had flown to save him, imprisoned in the dungeon of Tintagel. In the breadth of an instant, he saw countless images. His father’s castle, le Château d’ Or. A thatched cottage in an enchanted forest. The sacred scabbard she’d crafted for his Elven sword Azeldraig. He, the Dragon Knight of Avalon, whose sea raven soul was eternally entwined with hers. His Wild Rose. His green, golden goddess. His Emerald Fairy.
This is a story I wish I could read for the first
time AGAIN!
The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven Trilogy comes to its much-anticipated and exciting conclusion in this final volume, The Emerald Fairy and the Dragon Knight. Author Jennifer Ivy Walker has consistently let out all the stops for these tales of magic, adventure, and the triumph of good over evil, and book three does not disappoint. The only drawback is that the story is now complete.
Familiar faces return, and readers get more of Walker’s marvelous medieval world where heroes and heroines, with names as old as time, come to life. Both Issylte and Tristan have grown over the span of the trilogy and are now in their prime and ready to take back what is theirs. These two have experienced so much, together and apart, and for me, it is like becoming reacquainted with the children of old friends whom I hadn’t seen in quite a while. (It’s only been three months since I read book 2.) I was ready for them to gather their knowledge and resources and win the day. Of course, some great detours along the way draw out the suspense and prolong the tension. However, the love between these two, their tender moments, and the passionate interludes make this story compelling and satisfying.
The leading lady of evil, Issylte’s stepmother, Queen Morag, is an ever-present threat, and her henchmen (throughout the trilogy) have been dark, sinister, and vile. They have regularly wreaked havoc on everyone everywhere. The suspense of wondering what would happen next with these horrible creatures was killer. Walker does evil characters very well.
The world-building for this trilogy has been stellar all along, and this volume maintains that high standard. The variety of people, shapeshifters, clans, tribes, fairies, and other magical beings that play a part in the books is a triumph of creativity and story management. There has to have been a “cast of thousands” to keep up with.
With its non-stop action and plot twists that kept everyone
on their toes, this reimagining of the old French fairytale is fresh from start
to finish. I recommend THE EMERALD FAIRY AND THE DRAGON KNIGHT to those who
have read the first two books of the trilogy, and I highly recommend THE WILD
ROSE AND THE SEA RAVEN TRILOGY to readers of romance/medieval romance who enjoy
magical elements in their preferred stories, fairytales for adult readers or
retellings of fairy tales.
As a high school teacher, she took her students every year to the annual French competition, where they performed a play she had written, "Yseult la Belle et Tristan la Bête"--an imaginative blend of the medieval French legend of "Tristan et Yseult" and the fairy tale "Beauty and the Beast", enhanced with fantasy elements of a Celtic fairy and a wicked witch.
“The Emerald Fairy and the Dragon Knight”—the conclusion of “The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven” trilogy--is a blend of her love for medieval legends, the romantic French language, and paranormal fantasy. It is a paranormal fantasy adaptation of the medieval legend of "Tristan et Yseult" (Tristan and Isolde), interwoven with Arthurian myth, dark fairy tales from the enchanted Forest of Brocéliande, and otherworldly elements such as Avalonian Elves, Druids, forest fairies and magic.
Explore her realm of Medieval French Fantasy. She hopes her novels will enchant you.


The Heir Apparent, the first book in author John Gorman’s new high fantasy series, Orb of Zorn, takes a minute to lay the groundwork for the story’s setting, but then the action takes off, and you realize the buildup was worth every bit of it. The writing is so visual it feels made to become a movie.
The author deftly juggles several disparate groups of companions, seemingly unrelated at first, but gradually it becomes clear they are all moving toward a similar goal, to thwart the reemergence of the evil Shadowlord. The story of each set of companions is compelling, and I would be hard-pressed to single out a favorite; I liked them all and look forward to what comes next in their stories.
In addition to great world-building, an exciting plot in constant forward motion, and characters that quickly mattered, the author injected quite a bit of humor into the dialogue. I also enjoyed the creative character and place names, such as Horst Smidwick, Flettsdorf, and the two orc brothers, Borg and Brig. Besides the orcs, Gorman populates his world with a variety of fantastic creatures like elves, trolls, kobolds, and some I can’t even name. It’s been a while since I’ve read and enjoyed a classic fantasy so much, and I will be following this author to be notified of the next book in this series.
I recommend THE HEIR APPARENT to readers of high fantasy and
classic quest stories.

She stood on the water tower, looking at the skyline she had only observed from the ground. You really could see the whole town from up here. Funny how your whole life can fit into one 360-degree glance. Peering down at the ground, she was no longer able to see individual blades of grass, all of them blurring into a sea of perfect emerald green. To her right was the roof of Lakeview High School, looking small from this vantage point. She felt as though if she leaned over far enough, she could almost touch it. But that was ridiculous; the school had to be several hundred feet away. Her vision came in and out of focus as she swayed, thinking about her life, her past, her future... Reaching out her slender arm, she twirled her wrist. She could hardly wait for graduation when, everyone said, “real life” would begin. “I can't wait to get out of here,” her friends exclaimed, dreaming of big cities and even bigger lives in far-off places: Chicago, Los Angeles, New York, anywhere but here. But she knew they would return, just like their parents, raising 2.5 kids with a Labradoodle and a balding husband in one of the best-little-suburbs in the country. Was it really so bad? She watched all these super-educated women who had given up their careers to stay home and clean up after the kids and drive to soccer practice, instead of changing the world as they'd so hopefully planned when plotting their escape years earlier. Was that her fate? Was that what awaited her now? Dozens of similar thoughts swirled and crashed like waves in front of her, mixing in a fantastic spray of colors, lights, and sounds.
The Water Tower, the debut novel by author Amy Young, is an intriguing and excellent kick-off to the new Lakeview Mysteries featuring Hollywood-star-on-hiatus Josephine “Josie” Ashbury. Although set in a small town with an amateur sleuth on the case, with all the earmarkings of a typical cozy mystery, Young’s story is darker than what is usually encountered in the genre, and readers can expect something somewhat creepier and more suspenseful.
I liked the main character, Josie Ashbury, a lot. Despite her sudden fame, she’s a hometown girl who made it big in films but retained a level-headed, humble attitude. She’s returned home to Lakeview to recuperate from an on-set breakdown after the long-term relationship with her costar dissolved. She has insomnia, and unusual periods pass without her being aware of her surroundings. She’s teaching drama classes at her old high school for a couple of periods a day to stay active and pass along what she’s learned about the business to students considering following in her footsteps. Many of the kids she grew up with are still in town, and she’s reconnected with some. I loved that she and her best girlfriends are still hanging out together and have kept up with each other’s lives.
Josie gets involved in the murder case for a couple of reasons: she finds the victim’s body, it’s one of her students, and the disposition of the case just doesn’t sit right with her. However, there’s someone else out there who is equally dissatisfied with the ruling and anonymously urges her on.
The author nailed the depiction of small-town life and dynamics, and I liked the suburban setting outside of Cleveland. She broadened the economic diversity of the town by characterizing it as home to many elite sports stars, politicians, and others with money to burn, as well as regular small-town residents.
The plot is darker and heavier than the usual cozy, beginning with the death of a popular high school student, the daughter of a local senator. Serious topics arise, such as teen suicide, drug use, the opioid crisis, and others. As the title indicates, an old water tower near the high school plays a role and seems to loom over the entire story. With this ever-present image and plenty of twists in the plot, I was immediately immersed in the tale and remained there until the very end.
I recommend THE WATER TOWER to mystery readers who enjoy a darker
storyline than the usual cozy.



Ron made a move towards the one he recognized, when suddenly all five pounced on Ron, beating on him, taking no break in their punches. One of them picked up Rhonda and threw her against a brick wall. Ron spit blood and, in between blows, tried to move to protect Rhonda. Carol ran to grab Rhonda. She tried to pick her up and saw she was hurt. Ron looked at the young men, spit blood at the closest of them, and screamed, “Fuck you! I hope you all die for what you did to her! Fuck you!”
The noise of this was so loud, a group of people leaving a bar saw the commotion. One of them yelled “Hey! What’s going on there? Hey!” Another woman was dialing for help on her phone. The young men ran away as quickly as possible, disappearing down a dark side street and into the blackness of the night.
They were nearing the back door of the house, Carol carrying Rhonda, with Ron limping on his own. As they approached the door, two of the young men were
behind them again, taunting them. He asked Ron if he could meet his boyfriend. Ron lunged at one of them and fell to the ground. They began to kick him. Carol screamed for help.
Great characters and big, deep feelings made this a book
I didn't want to put down.
Reflections on the Boulevard is the second book in L.J. Ambrosio's Reflections of Michael Trilogy and continues the tale begun in last year's A Reservoir Man. The story is quietly deep and emotional as Michael mentors a young stranger lost after the collapse of his family during the Covid pandemic.
Michael is understandably reserved and initially suspicious of Ron's overtures, but his innate goodness and drive to help people soon override his caution. The two begin a lovely, comfortable friendship. I was quickly drawn to both characters wondering where this relationship would take them, and before I knew it, I was a couple of hours into a book I didn't want to put down.
Much of the story involves the two traveling across the U.S., Michael retracing his steps from an earlier journey and Ron experiencing the country's beauty and wonder for the first time. I enjoyed all of their stops and the descriptions of the sights and noted many places I wanted to see for myself someday. Michael's solo trip through Italy, Greece, and Cyprus was alive with details as he sought out old friends and relived old memories and past actions. The journey was equally enjoyable, even with the mounting suspense of what was going on with his health and what he would find when he finally got to Paris.
With its great characters and moments of joy and sadness
freely shared with the reader, I recommend REFLECTIONS ON THE BOULEVARD to
readers of literary fiction and fans of the previous book in the trilogy.


SYNOPSIS:

Arthur built and operated the Propitius Hotel from 1905 until 1928 when dozens of bodies were found in his hotel, along with countless hidden torture rooms throughout the hotel. Arthur disappeared, seemingly never to be caught. He then returned - nearly 40 years later - under the guise of a priest leading a congregation of 100 people back to his hotel, where he once again committed mass murder.
Enter Tawny Howlett - a top-tier lifestyle influencer who is in the midst of the crappiest week of her life. Her brand new health drink turned out to be tainted, and now thousands of her followers want nothing more than to see her social media empire crumble. In order to rehabilitate her image, she's agreed to take part in "Slashtag: The Ultimate Horror Experience".
At first it's all fun and games, until the team of seven celebs discover that the ghost is very real, and out for blood. In order to survive the three-day live-streamed event, Tawny and her fellow contestants must band together to try and send the spirit of Arthur Wilson straight to hell.
"I suddenly wish that I were just crazy. A hallucination would mean my brain is broken, which is something I’ve spent my entire adult life attempting to accept. If we’re both seeing this, it means the world is broken in a way my brain is not prepared to confront."
While Tawny has her hands full trying to survive a weekend at the Propitius Hotel, it's up to her younger sister April to work from the outside to try and find a way to save her sister, and uncover the dark truth behind the TV network that continues to air the deaths of some of America's top talent.
Together these seven doomed souls must solve the puzzles hidden within the hotel in order to vanquish the spirit of Arthur Wilson.
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