Ninety-Nine Sure Does Shine

Hey, it’s Rey.  In case you haven’t heard, today through May 17th, you can get Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? for just 99 cents.  Are we talking bargain, or what?

So, for those not in the know, Hula is our first professional—paying—case as private eyes of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  We have to find out what the young, pretty wife of an old far—uh—millionaire is up to.  He thinks she’s having an affair, which would help him in the divorce department.

Unfortunately, we find her floating in the ocean before we can discover much.  Did hubby kill her?  A lover?  Her shady brother?  More bodies drop as we search for clues.  And if that’s not enough, we encounter some really shady characters—including drug dealers and gang members.

It’s as thrilling a case as it is dangerous.  Yeah, we’re new to the P.I. world, but we’re also patient, persistent and persevering.  In the end, we don’t do too badly.  He-he.  That’s all I’m sharing.

Maybe you’d like to read out about our crazy adventures as we piece together this puzzler?  We’d sure love it if you did.

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Not a Dime, but Ninety-Nine

Through May 17th, you can get Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? for a mere 99 cents.  Cousin Reynalda, who loves all things sales, says it’s a steal and “go for it”.

It’s JJ today, the one who narrates our exciting adventures—or mis-adventures as we sometimes laughingly call them—as the novice private eyes of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.

Hula’s our first paying case.  Rey, Linda and I have to find out what an elderly millionaire’s pretty, young wife is up to.  He thinks it’s an affair.  Unfortunately, before we can discover her secret, she’s found floating in the Pacific.

Rey drew another long breath. “How long has she been gone?”

I checked. “Twelve minutes, give or take.”

“I’m cold.”

“Carmie’s colder,” I murmured, unable to quash the morbid desire to peer down. Contusions and scratches were visible on flesh not concealed by a raspberry tank top, currant-red shorts, white gym socks and adidas Stella McCartney runners. Bruises discolored her long neck and face, and a mammoth bump overlaid half her forehead. “I wonder what she was thinking the last few moments.”

“You mean, did she see her life flash before her eyes?” Once again she regarded Carmie. “Did she know her killer? Did she scream if she didn’t? Did she fight?”

“And if there was no killer, did she realize she was plunging to her death when she lost footing?”

“Two summers ago, Lynne, a social contact who got a few good commercial gigs—and stole two of mine—had been hit by one of those ice-cream trucks with the clown face and annoying ringa-ringa-ling. She swore when she went down she saw Jim Morrison dressed in white leather leaning against tall gates made of diamonds and rubies, and waving her over. On the other side of the glittering gates was a river of champagne winding through fields of Little Debbie Jelly Creme Pies and Swiss Rolls.”

I shifted and stared, my expression not unlike Dorothy, the Golden Girls Bea Arthur character, would present one of her roommates when they said something utterly absurd.

Rey looked affronted. “I’m just telling you what she told me.”

Sighting something from the corner of my eye, I glanced upward. “The first responders are here.”

Before you know it, we’re finding more bodies, getting in the way of ornery drug dealers and p’o’d gang members—and they in ours!  It becomes increasingly more complicated if not complex as we track clues . . . never mind becomes precarious when we ask questions people would prefer we didn’t ask.

Perhaps you’d like to check us out?  We’d be very appreciative if you did.

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Ninety-Nine . . . so Divine

Starting today through the 17th, you can get Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? for 99 cents!

It’s Linda on post patrol today—and on time too (not like that little Forever Poi fiasco).

Hula’s our first official—paying—case.  Yes, Rey, JJ and I are true-blue (novice) private investigators now and we’ve been hired to learn what an elderly millionaire’s pretty, young wife is up to.  Is she having an affair, as hubby believes?

There’s a twist: said wife is found murdered along the beautiful shores of Oahu.  And there’s a secret all right, one of many in fact, and they don’t all belong to the deceased woman.  Who of this unconventional cast of characters is the murderer?  We’ve dealt with a sundry of murderers in past, thanks to a weird week at a haunted mansion in Connecticut, but this new set of quirky personalities proves taxing.

What initially seemed a straightforward task is anything but.  And what do the worlds of drugs and gangs have to do with what’s transpired?

As we’re attempting to fit puzzle pieces together, we stumble across a few more bodies.  Here’s an opportunity for us to prove we made a wise choice in becoming bona-fide detectives.  But can we do so before the murderer strikes again?

If you’d like to read about our thrills-and-chills-filled case (as Rey just called it), please check us out at . . .

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Ninety-Nine is Rea-eal Fine

Forever Poi is available for 99 cents for one more day—as in today.

Hey, it’s Rey again, tootin’ my horn, hopin’ you’ll invest 99 pennies in our third professional caper, uh, case.

This time, JJ, Linda and I are out to solve a double-arson and murder.  Who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?  Are the arsonist and killer one and the same?  We think so.  But as we try to prove that, we encounter a plethora of possible culprits (JJ just loves—what’s it called again—ah, yeah, alliteration).

The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had a nasty break-up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too.  Could James-Henri have done the dastardly deed to collect insurance and be rid of his lover?  What about the second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, a former queenpin?  Given her super sketchy past, maybe a former foe murdered her?  And, if that’s the case, maybe Carlos was simply collateral damage.

When we’re hired by insurance adjuster Xavier Shillingford to assist in the investigation, it soon becomes evident that professional arsonists didn’t set the fires.  As they immerse themselves in the challenging case, a host of curious characters again materializes.

Here’s a taste . . .

“Is this the Triple Threat Investigation Agency?” a soft, prickly voice asked.

. . . Crispy? Sleep slipped from my body. “It is. It’s just shy of midnight. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Which chick’s this?”

I swallowed a retort. “The one with the honey highlights.”

“And black-flow-lava eyes?”

“One and the same. The name’s JJ.”

“JJ, right.” His soft, thin whistle was reminiscent of a White-Throated Sparrow. “I tried A and he’s not answering.”

“Maybe he turned his phone off.” A wave of weariness washed over me and I leaned into a wall. “The guy’s been working long hours.”

“Maybe, but it’s not like him not to be available.”

I forced a neutral tone. “What can I help you with, Crispy?”

“I been asking around. The fire wasn’t set by anyone in my circles.”

“You mean your firebug friends?” I asked dryly.

Incendiary friends, if you don’t mind,” he gibed.

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No Whine when Ninety-Nine

Forever Poi is available for 99 cents through the 13th

Hey, it’s Rey . . . and am I embarrassed!  I thought JJ was posting about this promotion, starting May 9th, and she thought Linda was, and Linda thought I was.  OMG.  Just tattoo an “L” on our foreheads—with washable ink, of course.

It’s our third official case (and the fourth book in the series of our crazy adventures as amateur sleuths turned professional private eyes). 

JJ, Linda and I are hired to find the person responsible for torching two Chinatown art galleries, which left two bodies in the rubble.  Suspects include a self-important gallery owner with a curious if not questionable past, an art consultant as treacherous as she is beautiful, a risk-loving photographer who lives on the edge, and an up-and-coming art manager with a dicey history. 

And there are certainly a number of motives.  Take your pick: a sizeable insurance pay-out, a super ugly relationship break-up, out-and-out revenge, and/or a cover-up for past wrongdoings.

It’s a complicated case with some very precarious situations (and a few dodgy individuals you wouldn’t wanna meet in a dark alley).

Maybe you’d like to check Forever Poi out . . . ?  (We’d love—and appreciate—it if you did.)

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Forever Poi, Oh Boy!

The 99-cent promo enters its second day.

It’s Linda again, promoting our fourth mystery, Forever Poi.  For a mere 99 cents, you can get a copy today through March 13th.

The three P.I.s of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series—that’s myself, Rey and JJ—are out to solve a double-arson and murder.  Who set ablaze two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?

Here’s a little taste, er, excerpt . . .

“That’s one mother of a fire,” Cousin Reynalda exclaimed, wrinkling a Hollywood [perfect] nose as an acrid burned-toast smell pervaded thick, humid-heavy air. “Weird, but I’ve got a real hankering for s’mores.”

“I’m thinking roasted tofu myself,” Linda stated, breathing down my neck. “You, JJ?”

“. . . Corn on the cob, maybe.”

Rey snorted. “Get real.”

On the opposite side, eight and nine doors down respectively, tendrils of amber and silvery flames interwoven with raven-black smoke twirled heavenward from two art galleries. The two kitschy salons seemed out-of-place in Honolulu’s Chinatown, like wagyu beef amid flank steak. In homage to art-washing, the owners had chosen the unconventional location to bring culture to a district that saw life’s cast-offs struggling with liquid addictions and monetary woes.

A wailing ambulance braked to a stop behind a recently arrived mate. When paramedics sprang from the vehicle, urgent commands and questions fused with frantic action.

Four fire trucks and a half dozen cruisers were positioned near a narrow lane that ran between the galleries. Their bright emergency lights, flashing like dance-club strobes, bounced off concrete and people. Like flies and ants at a church picnic, reporters and journalists scrambled from remote trucks and live-eye vans situated sporadically along the street. Cameras and mikes were zealously poised to capture the smoldering excitement for viewers and readers.

As ominous yellow tapes flapped like long-forgotten prom ribbons in the breezy night, law and fire enforcement personnel briskly attempted to piece together what had transpired. Patiently but firmly, police officers held the curious at bay while firefighters darted like baseball players racing for home plate.

(The Boss would love it if you offered a review.)

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Day One . . . Hey There, Hon!

Hey, it’s Rey . . . offering the first promotional post re Forever Poi, the fourth mystery in our Triple Threat Investigation Agency series.  Today through December 13th you can get the book for $0.99 (I’d say that’s a major bargain, and I love those!)

This one has us pretty private eyes—Cousin Jilly (JJ), my BFF Linda, and me—solving a double-arson and murder.  We have to discover who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble.  Not an easy task, for sure!

Are the torch and killer the same person?  We tend to think so.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had a real nasty break-up with his partner, James-Henri Ossature.  There were financial issues, too.  Maybe James-Henri did the dastardly deed to collect insurance and be rid of his lover.  The second victim, Mary-Louise Crabtree, was a former queenpin.  Given that woman’s dicey past, maybe someone she riled in past could have flown over to have revenge.  If so, it’s possible Carlos was collateral damage.

We’re hired by insurance adjuster Xavier Shillingford—a real cutie, I might add—to assist in the investigation and it soon becomes pretty obvious that professional arsonists had nothing to do with this fatal fire.  We quiz a lot of curious characters as we determine who’s who, and it seems that any one of them could be our culprit.

Interestingly enough, Mary-Louise had changed her name (again) and become an artist manager.  Her new life seemed on the up-and-up, but not long after she bites the bullet, a promising new client, Bizz Waxx, also ends up murdered.  Why?  Did he learn something about her—like maybe she was involved in something illegal?  There’s also James-Henri’s beautiful—and mysterious—half-sister, Cholla Poniard, who also has ties to the art world.  As an FYI, two of her “celebrity” divorces ended with ugly consequences for the exes—and both affirm that multi-talented Cholla is a dangerous woman who has her way, at any cost.

If you’re interested in reading about our exciting case, please check us out at:

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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 . . .

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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 . . .

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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.

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Aloha all.