Pat on Back

. . . or A Shameless Saturday Promotion as it might have been called back when (haven’t posted one of those in a long while).

The Connecticut Corpse Caper, the first in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, was recently featured in a top-genre list on the new Next Chapter blog.

How exciting (for me).  😊

https://www.nextchapter.pub/blog/free-cozy-mysteries

Corpse, as an FYI, revolves around a week-long stay in a creepy oversize Connecticut mansion, replete with hidden passageways, disappearing and reappearing corpses, and seven quirky inheritance recipients.  And if that’s not enough to make for hair-raising moments on a secluded storm-bound estate, how about a ghost named Fred?

A stipulation in the will of Jill Fonne’s aunt: if a guest leaves early, his or her share will be divided among those remaining.  The first one to leave—permanently—dies just hours after arriving.  People soon start dropping like flies.  Donning amateur sleuth caps, Jill (later called JJ) and her associates, Rey and Linda, endeavor to solve the mystifying murders.  Others jump in, and the bumbling and stumbling—and mayhem—begin.

Perhaps you might check us out . . . and learn how and why the trio decided to become professional P.I.s—the proud founders/owners of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency?  😊

A Good Day for Shameless Self-Promotion(s)

Despite the trio’s prodding (nagging) re my providing a creative/fictional post piece as they did recently, I felt compelled to push them . . . as in promoting the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  JJ, Rey, and Linda have solved some challenging cases in the last while and it seemed a great time to share them again—thanks to Next Chapter!   😊

We have a few more landing pages, which help in the traffic to various marketplaces; given the gals so enjoy telling their tales, the more places, the better.  😉  If you have a minute or three, perhaps you might check them out?  We’d welcome your feedback.

The Connecticut Corpse Caper, which had been posted about not long ago, details some sinister goings-on at a haunted mansion.  Hidden rooms and secret passageways are dark and dank . . . and deadly.  Donning amateur sleuth caps, the women soon determine that solving mysteries might make for an interesting career.  Professional P.I.s anyone . . .?

https://www.nextchapter.pub/books/the-connecticut-corpse-caper

Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie, Coco’s Nuts, and Forever Poi showcase three official P.I. jobs JJ, Rey and Linda readily [enthusiastically] accept.  They have their work cut out for them.  Every one provides trails and tribulations (and we won’t mention nutcases) not yet encountered.  But learning is part of the process.  And dealing with murderers that seem quite skilled at what they do, is tricky if not tough.  Yes, they err a few times but, eventually, they figure things out . . . and rather successfully, too.

https://www.nextchapter.pub/books/can-you-hula-like-hilo-hattie

https://www.nextchapter.pub/books/cocos-nuts

https://www.nextchapter.pub/books/forever-poi

1whitebox1On a final note, Coco’s Nuts is being made into an audio book (narrated by Kathy Handrock)!  Can you spell e-x-c-i-t-i-n-g?  😊

Gotta Love them Freebies

Hey, it’s Rey.  So, we’re back on posting duty for the next week and a half.  Me first, then Lindy-Loo, then Cousin JJ.

The Connecticut Corpse Caper (Triple Threat Mysteries Book 1), our first unofficial case—where strange doings and dastardly deeds got us wanting to become private eyes—was recently added to the Free Books page on the Next Chapter website.  Woo-hoo.  Gotta love them freebies.

So you have a clue . . . a bunch of inheritance recipients are gathered for a week-long stay at JJ and my wacky aunt’s estate.  There’s a resident ghost, a bunch of secret corridors, weird sounds, and things (and people) that go bump in the night—like dead bodies.  Suspects abound, as does the weirdness; we amateur sleuths have our work cut out for us!

Why are those bodies dropping, you wonder?  Well, two-hundred thousand dollars is to be awarded to every person after he or she has stayed the course.  Should someone leave, regardless of reason, his or her share will be divided among those remaining.  Someone, obviously, wants to make sure that inheritance won’t be shared.

If you’re interested in learning what happened—like how we solved the complex crime—you can find Corpse here:

https://www.nextchapter.pub/free-books

As an FYI, there are currently over 50 series starters available, and more are being added weekly.  Just thought I’d give NC a little plug, too.  😉

Free-For-All

. . . as in free for all and not an argument or bruhaha.

My publisher, Next Chapter, has undergone a wide distribution expansion and have added ProlificWorks as part of their marketing platform. This fabulous service will allow readers to download my book for free.  No hitch.  All you have to do is sign up for their mailing list.

My initial free giveaway is the first book in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series—The Connecticut Corpse Caper.  Find out what exciting (challenging, dangerous, curious, and crazy) adventures impelled JJ, Rey, and Linda to become professional private eyes and set up shop on the beautiful island of Oahu.

You can find this ProlificWorks giveaway here:

https://claims.prolificworks.com/free/Y8UINrA0

The gals and I hope you’ll partake.  😊

Coco’s Nuts, Day Five, Another High-Five . . .

. . . to the 99-cent promo.  For one more day, you can get Coco’s Nuts for under a dollar.

Nuts is the third mystery in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series and the second official case for budding private eyes JJ, Rey, and Linda to solve.

All the trio has to do is prove that socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer didn’t kill her boss or best friend—regardless of what the evidence suggests.  As  they navigate the dark world of debt collectors (folks who will do anything to get their gambling “clients” to pay up), a few more bodies fall.

The list of suspects is long and the task of locating the real killer is a daunting if not dangerous one.

Maybe you’d like to find out how they do?  Please check out the P.I.s at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

Coco’s Nuts, Day Four, Just Two More

That’s it . . . just two more days to get Coco’s Nuts for 99 cents.

Coco’s Nuts is the third mystery in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series.  The three novice private eyes—JJ, Rey, and Linda—are out to prove that socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer didn’t murder her boss, the infamous Jimmy Picolo, or her best friend, fellow trucker, Eb Stretta, or . . .

As the body count increases, so does the list of suspects and odd if not dangerous characters.  But nothing will deter the persevering P.I.s from finding the culprit (and successfully solving their case).

“It seems a pretty sure thing that Coco’s chatting it up with Jimmy, Razor, and Stretta.”

“What makes you so sure?” I asked offhandedly.

“That was Denton. He and Jimmy Junior and Coco are close friends — have been since grade school, softball, and summer camp,” he elucidated. “Neither has heard from Coco like in two weeks.”

“Were they supposed to?” Linda asked.

“Coco has never missed Denton’s birthday, but he did this time.”

“Not a good sign, is it?” Rey asked with a crinkled brow. “Maybe strange little Coco met up with our gun-happy dude?”

Kent glowered and gulped back wine like a barfly trying to forget yesterday’s hangover.

“Should we add that to the tasks list?” Rey jested. “Find strange little colleague?”

Kent regarded us eagerly.

“We could look, if you like, but that’s a lot of turf to cover.” I wasn’t prepared to tell him the truth about Coco at the moment; revealing the truth would be the same as taking out a front page ad in the Honolulu Star Advertiser. Gerald Ives would not be pleased to have been one of the last to know.

He released a lengthy exhalation. “I’ll make a few calls and find out who saw him where and when. We can map a timeframe and take it from there.” He rose and grabbed the bottle of wine.

“Maybe you should start with his landlord,” Linda suggested, holding out her glass for him to top up.

Kent shrugged. “Coco once told me he never mingled with neighbors or the landlord. He had a run-in with Mr. Spamball about his pet rat, Willard. I doubt you’d get much help.”

“Spamball? Rat?” Rey asked, bemused. She found rodents as appealing and useful as reality shows featuring has-beens.

“The fat dude has skin the color of Spam,” Kent explained.

Rey’s expression wavered between distaste and disgust. “What happened to the rat?”

“Winkee, Mrs. Thomasino’s cat, happened. She was a retired meter maid, originally from Pasadena, who lived in the apartment above Coco.” He looked woeful. “When they found Willard, there was nothing left but a tail.”

We all looked woeful as we pushed away pizza and focused on wine.

If you’d like to see how they deal with threats and perils, please check them out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

Coco’s Nuts, Day Three,  Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It’s Day Three of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promo.

Coco’s Nuts, the third mystery in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series, finds the three newbie private eyes—JJ, Rey, and Linda—entrenched in their second assignment: proving socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer didn’t murder her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo.

Despite what the evidence says, JJ, Rey and Linda are convinced that Buddy has been set up.  In their search for the truth, JJ, Rey and Linda deal with several suspects.  A number of persons hated Picolo enough to kill him, but locating the one who pulled the trigger is difficult.

Their detecting travels lead them along a few detours—like the world of gambling and the collectors who skulk in the shadows.  What of nutty Coco Peterson, a Picolo employee who has been MIA since the murders occurred?  The odd little fellow has been missing since his boss’ murder.

Why was Buddy’s best friend gunned down a few days after Picolo?  For that matter, why did someone pump a few bullets into Picolo’s assistant?  Exploding bombs suggest the Triple Threat Investigation Agency trio have asked one too many questions.  Hopefully, they’ll find answers before the private eyes themselves blow up.

To complicate matters, the ever-enigmatic Cash Layton reenters JJ’s life.  Solving the current case is challenging enough, never mind having to figure out what the arrogant undercover cop / drug dealer is all about.

If you’re curious to find out how they fare, please check them out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

Forever Poi, Hope you Enjoy . . .

. . . the third case the private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  It’s the last day of the 99-cent Forever Poi promo.

Who set fire to two up-and-coming art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?  It’s a complex/complicated case, but the trio—JJ, Rey, and Linda—is up for the challenge!

They sift through a long list of potential suspects and find many reasons—and secrets—for the murders of the two unfortunate victims.  Two angry ex-hubbies reveal an intriguing and dangerous side to a beautiful diva.  Lusting lovers aim to please, regardless of the nature of the request.  A trip to Chicago results in a former enemy making a return.  And an arrogant “sometimes boyfriend” makes a reappearance.

If you’d like to see how the private eyes do, please check them out:

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

Coco’s Nuts, Day Two, Woo-Hoo

It’s promo day #2 for Coco’s Nuts—available for just 99 cents.

Coco’s Nuts is the second paying case our Triple Threat Investigation Agency undertakes.  As [still] rookie private eyes—Rey, and Linda and JJ (me)—search for evidence that demonstrates socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer did not shoot her boss, Jimmy Picolo (an entrepreneur with “questionable ties”, who had an enemy or ten).

We’re certain Buddy has been set up.  But how to prove it when all the proof proves otherwise?  It’s a challenging case that keeps us on our toes and takes us into some curious and dangerous (if not deadly) realms—like debt-collector territory, where they “collect” any way they deem fit.

Here’s an excerpt:

A fine mist enveloped me like steam-room vapor, but a dark sky suggested dense rain would soon return. It was gusty, too, as if we were experiencing the tail end of a tropical storm. As I waited for Ric to finish addressing an assistant, I slipped off the PVC rain jacket hood and rearranged a bulky nylon water-resistant drawstring bag so it wasn’t pulling my left shoulder.

“If you find something of note in my brother’s North Shore refuge, I want to know about it.” A threat lingered beneath Ric’s honeyed words

Standing at the designated intersection, I scanned puddle-heavy streets. Kent, driving a Cherokee-red Mustang, should be pulling into view any moment. He’d dropped by Fugger’s to pick up a spare key for the North Shore retreat. The chauffeur hadn’t been keen on passing it on when initially approached, but Ric’s okay ensured the key was ours for the day.

“Did you hear?”

“I heard,” I replied curtly.

“Are you going to call me when you’re done, hon?”

“I’ll call, but what are you expecting us to find?”

“Remnants of Coco Peterson maybe.”

“Remnants?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. “As in . . . ?”

“Jewelry maybe. A tattoo maybe.”

Again, mention of both. By the way, do you know if there’s any truth to the rumor that Coco’s sucking up the big one? Kent’s question tumbled around my head like dice in a crap game.

“Is he dead?” I demanded. “Did you or your brother kill him?”

“You’re the detective, hon. You tell me. Check in around nine tonight — hold that thought. I’ll check in.” Ricardo Mako Picolo disconnected.

I stared at the cell phone, not sure whether to curse or laugh at the man’s audacity. And just because he’d previously mentioned an incentive, who’d decided I was on the Picolo payroll?

A horn that belonged on a freight train and not a classic car sounded. Kent Winche waved cheerfully from the driver’s seat of a very bright, highly polished 1965 Mustang Convertible.

“Very nice,” I commented nonchalantly upon opening the passenger door.

He winked. “It’s got character . . . like me.”

“You, Mr. Winche, are a character.” With a droll smile, I slipped onto the leather seat.

If you’d like to learn how we fit the [many] pieces of this crazy puzzle together, please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368

Forever Poi . . . Oh Boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Or should that be oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?  Dang.  Hi, it’s Linda.  My bad.  I forgot to post about the third day of the 99-cent promo for Forever Poi,  the third official case of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency, our newly found (and doing not too shabby) business.  This also marks the fourth day.  (And, now, I’d better head to the breakfast table and hear the grumblings.)

Poi has us trying to figure out who torched two up-and-coming art galleries and left two bodies in the ruins.

My best friend, Rey, and her cousin, JJ, and I are sure it’s one and the same person.  The problem is determining of the perpetrator is—because there are plenty of them!  An art gallery owner who owes a lot of money.  A dangerous diva.  An I’ll-do-anything-for-you lover.  Add to the mix a former queenpin trying to go [somewhat] legit, a surly up-and-coming artist, and two spurned/used ex husbands who haven’t forgotten or forgiven.

Here’s an excerpt, as told by fellow P.I., JJ:

The three of us snuck past a battered barrier like dogged fans past a teen idol’s security. We picked our cautious ways down the narrow debris-laden laneway running between both galleries—or rather the fragmented, crumbled walls that had once served as them.

“Gross.” Gail cursed. “I’m glad I wore old runners.”

“Wish I had,” Rey muttered. “At least I was smart enough to bring a rain jacket.”

“Wish I had,” I murmured.

We continued along the soggy, mucky ground with flashlights in spotlight mode.

“It doesn’t look like any fire damage restoration has started,” Gail commented, picking her grimacing way forward.

“You know, someone might see the lights and come checking. Maybe we should be more careful,” Rey suggested, lowering her flashlight.

“Then we won’t see a thing,” I stressed.

“Point taken.” Rey sighed softly.

“The powers that be have surely gone over this place with a fine-tooth comb,” Gail commented. “Do we really think we’re going to find something in the little time we have before meeting this Timmy-Tom guy?”

“The powers that be may have checked every nook and cranny, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to be found,” I said encouragingly.

“Never say never, right?” my cousin jested with a slap to my back.

“We should have brought a shovel or rake, or something to weed through the gunk.” Gail surveyed the ground with a scowl.

Rey reached into a nylon backpack and pulled out a garden trowel. “We have this.”

“Smart thinking, girl.”

“We don’t earn the big bucks ‘cause of looks,” she grinned. “Okay, Cousin Jilly, let’s start serious P.I.’ing.”

“Why don’t you two take the left and I’ll take the right as we move along,” Gail proposed.

Several minutes later, the three of us where in the area where Lolita’s body had been found. Flame-licked, dented bins lay like washed-up tsunami debris.

Rey scrunched up her nose. “You can still smell the fire.”

“Kind of smells like . . . lingering death.”

“Ya think, Cousin Jilly?” Rey’s raspberry was louder than usual.

After a playful punch to her shoulder, I requested she aim the light in and around the bins. Pushing the nearest one aside, I searched inside the rusted, broken container. Nada. Together, we checked the next three. Nothing.

Crouched, Gail ordered us over. Her beam illuminated the side corner of a broken step. Poking from sooty dirt was a diamond-encrusted two-tone heart charm of rose and black gold.

“Pretty,” I murmured.

“Expensive,” Rey added.

“Could it have belonged to Lolita? She did have a bracelet.”

“I thought it was a brass cuff?”

“You’re right.” Shifting the knapsack, I removed two small plastic bags, one to pick up the heart, the other to contain it.

“If it wasn’t Lolita’s, then it may belong to her killer,” Rey stated excitedly.

May is the key word, but if this pricey little piece does belong to the killer, then it confirms we’re looking for a woman,” I announced.

“Quite likely, but not necessarily,” Gail said with a fixed gaze.

“You’re absolutely right. Never assume.”

She clicked her tongue and rose. “I’m surprised it wasn’t discovered, which makes me wonder if it might have been lost more recently.”

“Given it was semi-buried, I’d have to disagree that,” Rey said.

“Me, too. The rain’s been pretty intense. It may have washed the charm into the open and that’s why it wasn’t previously found.”

Gail shrugged and twirled slowly. “Do we want to check anywhere else? Or stay around here and wait?”

Rey gestured. “Let’s take a quick peek in the area where Carlos’ body was found, just so we have—what do they call it? Context?”

“It can’t hurt.” I removed my cell and took photos.

“Are you still checking out Cholla Poniard’s place tonight?” Gail fell into step beside us. “Or should I say this morning?”

“Why not? We can search for a bracelet missing a charm,” Rey said.

“That would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack,” I pointed out.

“Not to mention dangerous and illegal,” Gail stated.

My cousin dismissed the comment with a snort and wave.

“I don’t believe Rey wants to be reminded,” I chuckled, stepping over a mound of charred wood.

“Hey, where you all headed?” a gruff voice boomed. 

If you’d like to see how we handle this perplexing case, please check us out at:

https://www.amazon.ca/Forever-Poi-Tyler-Colins/dp/1079716483

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