A DEAD END FOURTH OF JULY IS HERE!!!
IT’S HERE! It’s here here here here!!
And, boy oh boy, are there fireworks!
A missing granddaughter, a family feud—those McKees are trouble!—a magical brooch that causes all sorts of shenanigans—this book has it all! See the excerpt below!
And, drum roll, this is a mystery that Navy Guy and my son, always my first readers, NEVER FIGURED OUT. They both guessed the WRONG villain—and they each guessed DIFFERENT people!
Whee! I’m so tricky!!
I hope you love it.
I’m sorry that my health and mental health issues delayed this one more than once, but it turned out to be one of my favorites. I hope you love it as much as Tess loves saying “My husband” and Jack loves saying “My wife.”
Xoxo
Alyssa
UPDATE for my NOOK, Google Play, and paperback readers:
TO my beloved Nook readers: I released it for today, but B&N still said the 10th after I just checked. So I changed it to tomorrow, the earliest it would let me. I’m sorry!! Thank you for your patience! .
TO my awesome paperback readers: The book is uploaded to Amazon as of yesterday, so you should be seeing it any minute!
TO my wonderful Google Play readers: It’s there, I promise. Should be available any minute.
Excerpt— A DEAD END FOURTH OF JULY:
Eleanor gave me a hug, shot one last suspicious glance at our customer, and left. Once she was gone, Mr. McKee underwent a bit of a personality transformation.
He got even smarmier.
“So, you’re just back from your honeymoon. What a terrible loss that is to me and the rest of the bachelor population.” He smiled at me, showing an awful lot of teeth.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, yes. You’re very charming. Now, can we get on with what you need?”
He laughed and turned off the act. “I’m sorry. Sometimes my salesperson-persona switch gets stuck in the on position. Seriously, thank you for helping me if you can. The police in North Carolina couldn’t or wouldn’t.”
The door that connected my shop to Jack’s private investigation office opened, and my husband
walked into the shop.
“The police couldn’t or wouldn’t do what? Hey, where are the thank-you donuts?” Jack casually glanced at Cletus, but I knew he’d cataloged everything about my customer in that one look.
Once a soldier, always a soldier.
Cletus tensed. “Jack Shepherd. I’ve heard about you. Never mind. It’s nothing important.”
“Jack, this is Cletus McKee. He’s having a problem with a stalker who got her hands on some nasty magic.”
“And guns,” Cletus said despondently. “Lots and lots of guns.”
It had to be a record. Less than an hour back at my shop after two glorious weeks away, and I was already up to my elbows in problems. Magical and gun problems. After the troll had helped us catch the zealots who’d planted bombs at the church, I’d hoped I’d be done with that sort of thing for a long, long time.
“Welcome to Dead End,” I said, sighing. “I feel like this conversation needs donuts. Lots and lots of donuts.”
Cletus grinned at me. “Well, if we have donuts, how bad—”
“No!” Jack and I both shouted.
There were some phrases you never, ever spoke in Dead End.
