Welcome to Day {Final} Five of the 99-cent promo for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie?.  It’s the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s first official case . . . and JJ, Rey, and Linda couldn’t be more ecstatic.  Here’s an opportunity to prove they made the right choice moving to Oahu and becoming professional private eyes. 

All they have to do is prove that a pretty, young trophy wife is cheating on her elderly, millionaire hubby.  Easy peasy . . . not.  She’s found floating in the waters of a secluded beach—and it’s not because she’s enjoying a relaxing swim.  

A lot of people didn’t much care for Carmi; she’d ruffled a lot of feathers over the years.  Determining who the killer is proves to be a challenging task.  But the trio has the patience and perseverance to determine who he/she is. 

Much like the number of suspects, clues abound—as do gang members, drug dealers, and tense/dangerous moments.

If you’re interested in learning how JJ, Rey, and Linda fare, please check out Hula at:

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It’s JJ today, hey!  Welcome to Day Four of the 99-cent promo for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie?.  It’s our first official—paying—case.  We’ve recently opened the Triple Threat Investigation Agency and Rey, Linda, and I are out to prove we made a wise decision about becoming professional P.I.s.

We’re hired by WP Howell, an elderly millionaire to discover what Carmie, his young and very pretty wife, is up to.  He’s thinking “affair”, which will make a divorce that much easier.

“But there’s more, my dear. It’s not that I simply want to prove she’s an adulteress . . . but . . . it’s possible she may actually have something on me. As such, I’d like to ensure we keep each other’s dirty little secrets.”

“What is it she may have on you?”

There was a hint of annoyance in the smirk. “Let’s see what you and your associates uncover.”

“If anything” hung at the end of the flat comment. Fair enough. Time—and detecting ability—would tell. “If all we discover is that she’s having an affair with the pool boy, it will help your divorce outcome. If there’s nothing else to be discovered, then . . .”

“You’re suggesting you’re not up for the task?” Another smirk.

“You yourself said ‘may’. It’s quite conceivable there’s nothing to find,” I declared, refusing to be intimidated.

“Let’s say it is more than ‘may’.”

He was testing me. Fine. “Then, we will uncover it.” I sounded and appeared ten times more confident than I felt. But I was good at researching and ad-libbing, so why not apply on-camera skills to something that went beyond weather reports and community events? I leaned back and mirrored his smug smile. “You do realize that your wife could get very p’o’d if and when something comes to light? The phrase ‘payback time’ comes to mind.”

With an expression devoid of emotion, he tilted his head to one side and then the other. “That’s entirely possible. If you find out the ‘may’ concerning me, so be it. I’ll laud your talents to everyone I know. If and when you find something on my wife, yes, it will definitely get her ‘p’o’d’ as you eloquently worded it. But it will also be enough to maintain her silence.”

I regarded him closely. “Why do I have the impression you know what it is and the last few minutes of conversation have merely been . . . an evaluation of some sort?”

“All right Jill, yes, I do have an idea, but I don’t know for a fact.” The smile was droll. “Let’s call this little one-on-one a getting-to-know-each-other moment.”

I bowed and brandished an arm like a page might before his king.

William laughed heartily while I merely watched and waited to see what else, if anything, would be revealed. “You’ll start Monday. I’ll pay six-hundred dollars a day, plus expenses. You have ten days. Take photos, as you see necessary. Send a findings report at the end of each day. If all proves acceptable, I’ll pay a two-thousand-dollar bonus at the end of the assignment. Should you discover the ‘may’, I’ll pay an extra ten-thousand each and you’ll forget about whatever you’ve unearthed once you’ve delivered.”

“That seems satisfactory,” I managed to say without having my eyeballs pop out of their sockets. “And all the éclairs and tea cakes we can eat?” I added in jest, feeling a need for lightheartedness.

“I’ll have Sonie pack a box.” He rose.

The meeting had officially ended.

Before we can find out what Carmie is involved in, she’s found murdered—floating in the sapphire waters of the Pacific.  There is a long list of possible killers (she’d annoyed a few folks over the years).  Add gang members and drug dealers to said list and you have one heckuva challenge!

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Hi, it’s Linda today and it’s all about threes . . . it’s Day Three of  the 99-cent promo for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie?.  The Triple Threat Investigation Agency is officially open for business and the three of us—Rey, JJ, and I—are excited about taking on our first case as professional P.I.s.

Yes, we’re pretty green, but we’re all about accepting challenges . . . and overcoming them.   The task: uncover the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s pretty, young wife.  It could be an affair, and it certainly seems like it might be—until gangs, drugs, and peculiar persons enter the scene(s).

Unfortunately, said wife is found murdered in the sapphire waters of a secluded Oahu beach.  Who of the unconventional cast of characters is the murderer?  As we attempt to fit intricate puzzle pieces together and figure out what’s what, we encounter a body or three.

We’ve dealt with a sundry of murderers in past, however, thanks to a wacky week in Connecticut at Rey and JJ’s equally wacky aunt’s place, and while this new set of quirky personalities proves equally taxing, we have enough faith in our [budding] talents to persevere.  We may be many things, but quitters we’re not.

Here’s an opportunity for us to prove we made a wise choice in becoming bona-fide detectives.  Can we do it, however, before the murderer strikes again?  If you’d like to find out, please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS

Not an original title, but I never claimed to be a writer/blogger.  Hey, it’s Rey today (gawd, I love that—illiteration I think Lindy-Loo calls it).  Huh?  Ah, okay – alliteration.  So-o, it’s Day Two of the 99-cent promos for Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie and, yeah, it’s a bargain.  And a great stocking-stuffer, hint-hint.

JJ, Linda and I are hired to find out what a millionaire’s young wife is up to—as in, maybe she’s having an affair?  It’s our first official case and we’re aiming to please!  Unfortunately, we’ve barely begun when young wife is found dead.  Floating in the Pacific.  And not by accident.

As we’re trying to figure out who her killer is—from a long list of possible perps—we go head-to-head with gang members and drug dealers.  This case proves to be one crazy, thrilling rollercoaster ride.

Here’s a “tidbit”, as told by Cousin Jilly…

I shrugged. “She has money—lots of it—courtesy of hubby. She’s too health conscious to be into drugs, at least to ingest. Her body would be a temple and all that. Moreover, drug suppliers tend to lean toward the seedy, at least the small players do, and I can’t see her associating with low-lifes. As for big drug-dealing guys and gals, no, I don’t see it.”

“But you had a gut feeling about the shop and it wasn’t because you had a hunch she got a good deal on hand cream and mac nuts. It appears to have paid off.” Linda slipped on her sandals, stood, and stretched. “What do you think this is all about, Jill—I mean, JJ?”

“She’s into something illegal, or at least suspect. We have to go with that because William so much as said that when he asked we find something on her,” I replied.

“And he knows exactly what it is,” Linda proposed. “Those bags could well be that ‘something’. You were brilliant to trick Salv into giving us the ‘same’.”

“Brilliant, maybe,” I said wryly, “but successful remains to be seen.”

Rey put on her slides. “The closed sign just went on. Let’s mosey on over to the entrance.”

“Would you take a couple of photos when Salv exits?” I asked Linda.

“Pics of a guy with bags coming up,” she said cheerily, pulling out a Sony digital camera from a small Hawaiian print knapsack, one of three purchased during a recent shopping excursion. “I’ll hang back a bit.” She glided toward a plumeria tree twenty feet from the main shop door.

A young couple carrying a couple of store bags stepped from the entrance, bid Salv good-night, and strolled to a Toyota Tercel rental. He waved, stepped back in and locked the door, then disappeared, likely to set an alarm and depart from the rear.

Rey and I moved forward and leaned into a waist-high railing that ran along the portico and was comprised of curved black balusters and light oak. The apparent aim was to provide a homey feel, but missed the mark.

“Waiting for me?” Salv gave a quick smile as he stepped from behind.

We jumped, having expected him to appear from the other side.

He chuckled and held up a big Sweet Paradise bag. “As requested. Who’s paying?”

“Carmie Howell had two bags, smart boy,” Rey said flatly.

“Why waste an extra? These babies are expensive.” He offered a toothy smile. Strange, but under the diffused lighting, he appeared to possess fangs. Before I could peer more closely, he closed his mouth.

I flipped my hair in a lame attempt to appear nonchalant. “Is it the same amount for the same stuff?”

He looked me up and down, and then did the same with Rey. “You’re not in the same league as Carmie Howell,” came the casual observation.

Rey squared her shoulders and eyed him up and down in return. “We didn’t luck in with the millionaire crowd, smart boy. So f’g what?”

“Keep trying. You may not have the years anymore,” he smirked, “but the looks are still there.”

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It’s Day One of the 99-cent promo for Can you Hula like Hilo Hattie (a bargain, as Rey likes to say).

Hula, the second book in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, has our amateur sleuths—JJ, Rey, and Linda—donning official private-eye hats on the beautiful island of Oahu.  The new agency is open for business!

Their first client is wealthy WP Howell, a septuagenarian who wants the trio to discover what his pretty, young wife, Carmie, is up to.  Millions—and a much-desired divorce—rest on it.

What seems fairly straightforward quickly evolves into fairly complicated . . . when Carmie’s battered body is found in the sapphire waters of the Pacific.  It soon becomes evident that Carmie was not the only one with a secret, nor the only one to die an untimely death.  Who among a cast of curious, unconventional characters is tenacious (or crazy) enough to eliminate all living liabilities?  JJ, Rey and Linda determine to find out.

Perhaps you’d like to find out how these aspiring P.I.s fare?  Please check them out at . . .

https://www.amazon.ca/Hula-Hattie-Triple-Threat-Mystery-ebook/dp/B01KEEBNOS