Day Five, Still Alive!

Hi there!  This is Xav.  My mom posted yesterday and when I heard what she’d done, I begged my private-eye friends to let me do it, too!

As she told you, I had a pretty serious drug problem . . . and I wasn’t even eighteen.  What I was, actually, was a mess.  You’ve probably read and heard enough about the ugly world of drug addiction, so I don’t need to repeat what you already know.  But let me tell you, it’s not a place you ever want to find yourself!

On a sweeter note, it’s the fifth and final day of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  You can purchase it for .99 cents.  You can’t even buy a burger for that.  I say, go for it!

Besides my story, there are a few murders, dangerous drug dealers, and ornery gang members who don’t like being questioned by JJ, Rey and Linda.  Guess I wouldn’t either, if I didn’t want to end up in jail.  But they stick with it—even nearly get themselves killed—and finally figure it all out.  How cool is that?

Check us out at . . .

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

Day Four, Can You Take One More?

Promo post, that is.  It’s Linda and I’m here to introduce a lovely lady Honey Konani, the mother of teenaged Xavier (or Xav, as he prefers).  She actually called JJ to ask if she might have the honors.  JJ—Rey and I—were happy to oblige.  Over to you, Honey . . .

Hi.  I’ve never done this before, so please bear with me.  I met the three private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency when JJ brought home Xavier after a bad bout with drugs.  

Before I get into that, please note that it is Day 4 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  You can purchase it for .99 cents—today through November 17.

For those of you who follow this blog, you know that this first official case has the three women attempting to discover the secret of the young and pretty wife of a rich, elderly gentleman.  Sadly, she’s found murdered in the Pacific.  In the quest to find the killer, they happen upon drug dealers, gang members . . . and Xavier, in a dark dank alley.

Regrettably, I’d grown accustomed to his “flights of freedom”, as I called them. Oh, I fretted as any mother would, but I no longer experienced hysterics or despair as I had the first couple of times he’d ventured off (“staying with a friend”, “sailing with a school chum”, “visiting a cousin on Big Island”). My belief in God kept me sane and calm, and hopeful that my son would one day see the light and stop doing drugs. Yes, I’d known for a while, but hadn’t voiced it, not to him, not to my daughter, not even to myself. To do so would have meant acknowledging a bleak truth.

Thanks to these three women, Xavier eventually turned his life around; he’s still clean and seeing life with fresh eyes.  I’ll be eternally grateful to them.

You can check out Hula here . . .

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

Day Three . . . with Three . . .

. . . Lovely ladies who are professional P.I.s on Oahu.  Hey, it’s Rey—welcome to Day 3 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  For .99 cents—today through November 17—you can read how the Triple Threat Investigation Agency trio (that’s us, those lovely ladies, in case there was any doubt) solved our first case.

It all started off pretty simple: find out what William Pierponce Howell’s young pretty wife, Carmie, was up to.  He was thinking “affair”; we were thinking the same.  But then we found her floating along the shores of a quiet beach, and it wasn’t because she couldn’t swim.

It turned out there was something suspect in her past . . . as there was in hubby’s and a few other folks’ history.  This led us into the weird world of gangs, drug dealers, and criminal types.

If you’d like to learn how we solved this challenging—dangerous—case (and nearly ended up like poor Carmie), please check us out.

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

Aloha all.

Day Two, Yeah, Me Too

So you’ve got Cash here.  Yeah, JJ talked me into posting about the promo today (Linda wheedled and Rey, as is her way, threatened to rearrange body parts).  Man.

Anyway, here goes . . .

. . . It’s Day 2 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  For .99 cents—today through November 17—you can read how JJ and her colleagues from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency solved their first case . . . and how JJ and I first met (in a dive where drug dealers and felon types liked to call home).

It all started when the threesome had to discover the “secret” of a rich old coot’s dishy wife.  Unfortunately, they found her swimming in the Pacific.  As they determined to find out who the killer was—and more bodies dropped—they encountered the aforementioned drug dealers, druggies, and gang members.  And, no surprise, none of the nefarious offenders liked being pursued, much less questioned.

Here’s a little taste (no one can tell it better than my hon, JJ) . . .

“Howzit? Mind if I sit?”

Cash stood a good 6’2” and was more muscular up close, like one of those extreme wrestlers.

I motioned one of the ladder-back chairs across from me. It creaked when he sat.

“I’ve never seen you in here before. I’d remember.”

“That’s not an overly original pick-up line . . . Cash.”

“I wasn’t aiming for a pick-up,” he replied. “And Cash is the name. My mom loved Johnny Cash. I got the name Cash because my brother, born two years before me, got Johnny.” Jade green eyes seemed to see beyond that which they viewed. “You don’t look like you belong here.”

“Why? Not enough make-up? Or maybe I’m not rowdy or brassy enough?” I asked with a cynical smile, feeling oddly catty. Malevolence was something I experienced only when sleep-deprived.

“Not young enough.”

My flat response was “mahalo”. Thank you.

“It’s more of a guy place and the women that do come are generally not in their late twenties and above.”

I took a sip of the flat beer in the mug. Ugh. “I’ll make sure to apply for Social Security on Monday.”

His laughter had a rich timber, like a temple bell.

“You don’t exactly look like you belong here, either.”

“Why’s that?”

I met his probing gaze. “Besides the fact that the preferred color for members of the male persuasion in here is black, you look more like someone who’d be sipping martinis while sitting in a jazz lounge or an oceanside bar. You don’t have that tough-ass attitude most of the males here have.”

“I’m very tough. Trust me.” His smile was dark and for the briefest second, I sensed a no-nonsense-or-crap-accepted side.

To be honest, I was quite surprised the three of them didn’t end up with a knife in the neck or a bullet in the brain (I’ve been around) but very happy with the outcome: the successful—if not bizarre—culmination of the case.

Given I’m very fond of JJ, I’d appreciate you checking out how they performed as first-time private eyes.  Guaranteed: you’ll find the tumultuous trip quite entertaining.

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

 

Day One, What Fun (Again!)

Welcome to Day 1 of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? promotion.  For a mere .99 cents—today through November 17—you can read how the three of us from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency did during our first official private-eye case! 

. . . All we have to do is uncover the “secret” of an elderly millionaire’s pretty young wife—an affair.  There’s a twist, though: trophy wife is found murdered on the rocky shores of an off-the-beaten-track  Oahu beach.  And there’s a secret all right, one of many in fact—and they don’t all belong to the deceased woman.  Who of the curious cast of characters is the murderer?  As JJ, Rey and I try to fit puzzle pieces together, we stumble across more bodies … and a few unscrupulous sorts who don’t like us poking our noses in their business. 

While this new set of quirky personalities proves quite taxing, we have enough faith in our developing talents to persevere and unscramble clues.  It’s the perfect opportunity for us to prove we made a wise choice in becoming bona-fide detectives. 

If you’d like to come along on the zany but fun roller-coaster ride, please check u out at . . .

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

(The Boss requests—humbly and happily—if you had a moment or three, perhaps you might be willing to do a review?)

Coco’s Nuts plus You and Me Equals Three

I’m afraid I couldn’t think of anything terribly cute or charming re titles today.  <LOL>  Hi.  It’s JJ.

Today marks Day 3 of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promotion.  The second official case of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency has us hopping around Oahu and then some.  Exciting and perplexing, we discover that a number of individuals could be a mass murderer . . . including one nutty fellow named Coco Peterson.  He’s missing but seems to play a major part in mystery: who set up our client, Buddy Feuer, to take the rap for two murders?

Maybe this excerpt might prompt you to want to check us out . . .

“Of course Buddy Feuer didn’t do it.  Who told you she did?” I demanded, already knowing who had tattled to Ricardo Mako Picolo.  It could only have been one person: Kent “The Source” Winche. 

“Winche,” the health-food freak confirmed, munching noisily, probably a mung-bean, pea-sprout muffin, his favorite according to an article I’d read earlier.  “Actually, he said she was a person of interest . . . or did he say suspect?  Whatever.  He doesn’t believe she did it.”

I paced my kitchen like a tin duck target at a fair ground concession booth.  Every time I passed the counter, I poked a trio of bananas perched in a white wicker basket. 

It was hard to say why Jimmy Picolo’s slick (as in oil-spill, slippery-slimy) brother proved annoying.  Maybe it was the self-satisfied, perpetually tanned face I’d viewed in photos.  He sported a nose too perfect to have been born with.  Evidently, he and his niece shared the same cosmetic surgeon.  He was as handsome as his brother, but more a combination of Bobby Darren of T.J. Hooker fame and Ryo Ishibashi as Detective Toshihuru Kuroda in Suicide Club.  Asian-cast root-beer brown eyes seemed to challenge; they, like the thin lips pulled into a smug smile, expressed a sense of superiority.  As it had in interviews, the man’s mega ego blazed like a Times Square billboard. 

“Thank heavens for the pretty boy’s support,” I responded wryly.

“He’s a big fan of Buddy’s.”  Munch, munch.  Crunch, crunch.  Must be macadamias in that muffin, too.  “Winche’ll give his eye teeth—letteralmente—to reinforce that she didn’t do it.  He claims she could never kill anyone in a million years.  She’s too cute.”

Too cute? 

“He’s got a real thing for her.  Anyway, with you helping, she shouldn’t worry herself none.”  I could hear the simper.  “I heard you girls did a solid job working the Howell case.”

“Really?”  I was nonplussed. 

“When I got your message, I had you checked out.  I do that with everyone whose call I’m thinking of returning.” 

When I didn’t respond, he chuckled and slurped.  Was he also indulging in one of his famous wheatgrass-beetroot smoothies?  “I got a proposition.  You interested?”

“If it will clear our client’s name, of course,” I responded casually.  Poke, poke.  The bananas were beginning to look as if they’d encountered a frenzied chimp.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.”

We’re? 

“We’re going to find the prick that killed my brother.  The why would be a bonus, but the who is the important answer.”

I dropped onto counter stool and rested my chin on the granite counter.  “What’s in it for you, Mr. Picolo?”  Poke, poke.  Oh-oh.  The bananas lay on the polished hardwood floor like washed-up marine creatures.  Button ambled over, pawed them, sniffed, and flopped onto the floor with a loud sigh.

“Like I said, knowing who killed my brother.  The other guy who got rubbed out I could care less about . . . but his family would like to know, I’m sure.  Anyway, I’ll add some incentives.”

“Incentives?” I asked, puzzled.

Ricardo’s laughter was reminiscent of microwaved popcorn: staccato, abrupt.  Heh-heh.  Heh-heh-heh.  “Yeah, incentives.  First one: twenty-five K.”

Nice incentive.  “Second?”

“Coco Peterson’s tattoo and jewelry.  It wouldn’t do for the cops to find them, would it?”

“What the frig?” flew out of my mouth like a horse embarking on a steeplechase before I could contain it.

 “There are a lot of different fingerprints in and around Coco’s stuff.  Possibly Buddy’s, too.” 

What was he talking about?  “I’ll bite.  Why wouldn’t it do for the police to find the tattoo and jewelry?”

“Well, let me think on it.”  He paused for dramatic effect.  Or perhaps to consider his smoothie.  Ricardo Picolo, unlike his brother, did not speak with a quasi-Australian accent, but he did have a habit of over-pronouncing certain words.  “Well”, for example, sounded like a deep-South twang: “wee-eellll”. 

“Mr. Razor may be inclined to talk,” he continued, sounding uncharacteristically flustered, maybe at having found the great cosmos in the foamy drink or a belly-up bug.

I sniffed.  “I understand the man has no tongue.”

I could be inclined to talk.”

If you’re interested, please go to: https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368.

Aloha!

NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.

 

Coco’s Nuts X2

It’s the second day of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promotion.  Hey, it’s Rey; howya doin’?

Coco’s Nuts is the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s second official case.  We have to  prove our client, former-socialite-Vassar-grad-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer, has been framed for two murders.  She had no motive to kill her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo, and she certainly didn’t shoot her best friend, Eb Stretta.

In spite of what the evidence shows, our private-eye instincts tell us it’s fabricated (my new word).  Coco Peterson, a real nutty Picolo employee, has been missing since the murders went down and he seems to be a chief player in this super weird, challenging conundrum (love that word, another new one).

As we try to find the killer—and there are lots of possible perps—bombs and felons flow like lava from Kilauea when its cutting loose. 

To find out how we solve this thrilling case, please go to: https://www.amazon.ca/Cocos-Nuts-Tyler-Colins/dp/1078374368.

 NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.

One Down, One to Go

It’s the fifth and last day of the 99-cent Forever Poi promotion . . . and the first day of the 99-cent Coco’s Nuts promotion.  Hey, it’s not Rey, but JJ.

Forever Poi is our third case, which has us discovering who burned down a couple of Chinatown art galleries and left behind two bodies.  There are several suspects.  A day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners and an arson victim, broke up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  Might James-Henri have set the blaze to collect insurance and be forever free of his lover?  And how does the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin, fit into the picture?  Cholla Poniard, James-Henri’s sister, is involved in the art world.  Pretty and dangerous, she’s a force to be reckoned with, as is her dauntless lover.

If you’d like to learn how we solve this crazy, complicated case, please check us out at:

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

Coco’s Nuts is the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s second official case.  We have a tough mission: prove our client, former-socialite-Vassar-grad-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer, isn’t responsible for two murders.  She had no motive to kill her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo, nor did she murder her best friend, Eb Stretta.

Despite what the police believe and the evidence suggests, we’re convinced that Buddy has been set up.  And nutty Coco Peterson, a Picolo employee who has been MIA since the murders went down, appears to be a central piece in this perplexing puzzler.

As we endeavor to uncover a killer amid yet another cast of curious and unconventional characters, exploding bombs and unhappy criminal types suggest we’ve ruffled feathers by asking too many questions.

To read about this exciting and challenging case, please go to:

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

NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.

A Fourth to Reckon With

It’s the fourth day of the 99-cent Forever Poi promotion.  It’s Linda taking over posting patrol today.

Forever Poi is our third case, which has us solving a double-arson and murder: who burned down a couple of Chinatown art galleries and left two bodies in the ashes?

There are several suspects we soon discover.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners and an arson victim, broke up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  They had financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have set the blaze to collect insurance and finally lose his troublesome lover?  But what role does the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin, play?  It’s possible that with her dubious past caught up to her.

Cholla Poniard, James-Henri’s sister, is involved in the art world.  Pretty and dangerous, she’s not to be taken lightly.  Nor is her lover, one of several in fact; he has a dark side, too.

If you’re curious as to how the private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency solve this complicated case, please check us out at:

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

NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.

Not a Third Wheel

Just the third day . . . of the 99-cent Forever Poi campaign.  It’s JJ today, providing a bit of a promotional boost.

Our third official Triple Threat Investigation Agency case has us solving a double-arson and murder: who burned down a couple of Chinatown art galleries … and left two bodies in the rubble?

There are certainly numerous suspects.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the gallery owners and an arson victim, broke up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  They had financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have set the blaze to collect insurance and be rid of his lover?  But how does the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin, tie in?  It’s possible that with her dubious past a former rival murdered her, but given her new career in the art world, perhaps there’s something else afoot. 

Then there’s Cholla Poniard, James-Henri’s sister.  She’s pretty, audacious, and a definite force to be reckoned with (just ask her two former husbands).  Her lover, one of several, seems treacherous, too.   As a twosome, they’re doubly dangerous.

If you’d like to see how we solve this bizarre case, please check us out here…

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

NOTE: $0.99 promotions are active only in the US and UK stores.