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Sunday, February 26, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

The following six sentences are from Chapter Nine of the third Annie Ryan cozy mystery, Bones, Booze & Bouquets, due out spring 2017.

We stopped next to Georgie’s car. She leaned against her car door and suggested, “If the mayor’s family made part of their money from bootleg booze, I don’t think he’d try and hide it. It wasn’t his crime, and he can’t be held responsible for his grandfather’s crimes.”
“True, but it could tarnish his reputation. He might not be re-elected. People have killed for less than saving their reputation. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

The following six sentences are from Chapter Eight of the third Annie Ryan cozy mystery, Bones, Booze & Bouquets, due out spring 2017.


I removed Yummy from his carrier, and he tore down the hall toward the living room barking his little head off.
“Yummy, no be nice,” I heard Laci call out from the kitchen.
Be nice? Now I know something’s going on.
I walked into the living room to find Laci holding a small ball of pure white fur. “A kitten, you brought a kitten home?"  

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

The following six sentences are from Chapter Seven of the third Annie Ryan cozy mystery, Bones, Booze & Bouquets, due out spring 2017.

I hurried upfront and stopped dead in my tracks. A man stood just inside the door. At least I think it’s a man. I kid you not; this man looks like the grim reaper in a suit. Tall, gaunt, pale skin and eyes, gray hair, and a strange smile made me look twice.

“Mrs. Ryan,” the man’s gravelly voice grated my nerves.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Six Sentence Sunday

The following six sentences are from Chapter Six of the third Annie Ryan cozy mystery, Bones, Booze & Bouquets due out spring 2017.

“Whistler’s Body Shop is just ahead. Kill the headlights,” I told Georgie as I looked around the empty highway in case there were any other vehicles around.
“Geez, Annie, you sound like a crime movie,” Georgie chuckled again as she killed the lights and pulled into the body shop lot.
“Pull over there between those two cars,” I pointed to her left. “No one will see the car from the road.”

She backed into the parking spot and glanced at me, “It’s faster to escape if I don’t have to back out.”