Hear We Go . . .

The audiobook for Coco’s Nuts, the fourth book in the Oahu-based Triple Threat Investigation Agency series—featuring private eyes JJ, Rey, and Linda—is now available on Audible . . . and should now be live on Amazon and iTunes.  😊

Coco’s Nuts finds the three rookie private eyes entrenched in their second professional assignment: proving socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer did not shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo.

Despite what the evidence suggests, JJ, Rey and Linda are certain that Buddy has been set up.  In their quest for answers, JJ, Rey and Linda contend with a slew of suspects.  Several persons hated Picolo enough to kill him but locating the one who pulled the trigger proves challenging, and the trio endeavors to uncover a killer amid another cast of curious and unconventional characters.

 Their detecting travels lead them along a few detours, like the world of gambling and debt-collecting limb-breakers.  Picolo’s daughter, Annia, owes thousands of dollars in Vegas and Oahu.  Might this have motivated her to kill her father—so that she could collect a sizeable inheritance?  What about Picolo’s son?  Could Jimmy Junior have been [too] eager to take over his father’s multiple businesses?  What of nutty Coco Peterson, a Picolo employee, who has been missing since his boss’ murder?  The odd little fellow (pest, some call him), appears to be a central piece in this perplexing puzzler.

Perhaps you might be interested in checking out how the P.I.s fare?  Here are the official Audible links:

US: https://www.audible.com/pd/B0B3541LKT/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-310244&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_310244_rh_us

UK: https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/B0B356PR3S/?source_code=AUKFrDlWS02231890H6-BK-ACX0-310244&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_310244_rh_uk

Aloha!

The Eagle has Landed

Not really, but it makes for a great dramatic heading/title.  😉

Actually, what’s landed is the landing page for . . . me.  (Thanks once more, Next Chapter.)

https://www.nextchapter.pub/authors/tyler-colins

Per Next Chapter, this landing page receives considerable traffic via their marketing platform’s Facebook and Google Ads advertising campaigns, as well as book back links.  The goal is to have appealing, easily navigated page(s).

Amazon, Apple, B&N, Kobo and Google Books and all major marketplaces can be found on the Buy Button.

Perhaps you might take a second and check out my landing page . . . and help out a fellow writer/blogger . . . and very hopeful gal?   I’d truly welcome any and all feedback.  😊

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?  😊

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 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

Coco’s Nuts . . . Day One, What Fun

It’s promo day #1 for Coco’s Nuts—you can get it for a mere 99 cents.  (You can’t even buy a chocolate bar for that anymore, unless you maybe go to the discount store.)

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

Despite what police believe and evidence suggests, JJ, Rey and Linda are convinced that Buddy has been set up.  In their quest for answers, the trio contends with a slew of suspects.  Several persons hated Picolo enough to kill him, but locating the one who pulled the trigger proves challenging and the threesome strives to uncover a killer amid a cast of curious and unconventional characters.

Their detecting travels lead them along a few detours, like the world of gambling and debt collectors, also known as limb-breakers.  Picolo’s daughter, Annia, owes thousands of dollars to them in Vegas and Oahu.  Could this have motivated her to kill her father—so that she could collect a sizeable inheritance?  What about Picolo’s son?  Was Jimmy Junior overly eager to take over his father’s businesses?  What of nutty Coco Peterson, a Picolo employee who has been MIA since the murders occurred?  The odd little fellow is a central piece in this perplexing puzzler.

Why was Eb Stretta, Buddy’s best friend, gunned down a few days after Picolo?  For that matter, why did someone pump five bullets into Mr. Razor, Picolo’s assistant?  Exploding bombs suggest the gals from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency have ruffled feathers by asking too many questions.  With any luck, legitimate answers will be obtained before something significant blows up—like the trio.

If you’re interested in learning whether the women succeed, please check them out at:

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

Brain Drain . . . ?

Hey, it’s Rey.  The Boss has left us high and dry this week.  So, it’s on us to put together a post.

I can’t think of a thing.  You guys?

It’s JJ, hey.  He-he.  Can’t think of anything terribly exciting . . . you, Linda?

Given this isn’t a wine-review blog, I’d have to say no.  I’ve got brain fatigue this week.

More like brain drain.  It’s Rey again, hey.  We-ell, that puts us in a bit of a bind.  I say, let’s give a quick synopsis of our five cases—

Four.

Don’t be picky, Lindy-Loo.  Connecticut wasn’t an official case, but it did give us the idea to become private eyes.

You decided that.

Funny, you two . . . not.  I simply put the idea out there.  And you two agreed.

Not initially.

Did too, Cousin Jilly!  Did too!

LOL.  Okay, did too . . . but not really.  Anyway, Cousin Reynalda, honeybun, why don’t you give our friends a quick rundown of our five “cases”?

Love to!

The Connecticut Corpse Caper

This has the three of us gathering for a week-long stay at wacky Aunt Mat’s haunted mansion (guess where it’s located?).  There’s a sizable inheritance to be collected by those who manage to stay to the end.  Those that decide to leave early—maybe not by choice—must give up their share.  Bodies start to drop and the suspect list grows.  Add to that a resident ghost, dark and dank passageways, and weird sounds behind walls, and you’ve got one heckuva mystery.

Can You Hula Like Hula Hattie?

The three of us have moved to Oahu and opened the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Our first paying case has us trying to discover the “secret” of the young and pretty wife of an elderly millionaire.  Sadly, she dies before we get too far.  Several persons seem to have wanted her dead so we have our hands full figuring out who the murderer is.  As luck would have it, a few more bodies turn up—and the perp list grows.

Coco’s Nuts

Buddy Feuer’s a gorgeous former socialite turned truck driver who’s been set up to take the fall for two murders.  We don’t believe she’s guilty, no matter what the police believe and the evidence suggests.  There’s one oddball character, Coco Petersen, who appears to be the key to solving this puzzler, but he’s disappeared.  We have our P.I. work cut out for us!

Forever Poi

Who torched two Chinatown art galleries and left two charred bodies in the rubble?  That’s what we have to figure out.  Are the arsonist and killer the same person?  We think so and there is no end of possible perps.  The day before the fire, Carlos Kawena, one of the arson victims, had an “ugly 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 sketchy past, might some former foe have murdered her?  If so, was Carlos merely collateral damage?  It’s a head-scratcher . . . but we do so love those.

HA-HA-HA-HA (or Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha if you’re on Amazon)

This case finds us on a serial killer’s “buddy” list.  When he’s not taunting us, he’s challenging us to “play the game”—by his rules.  The GrimReaperPeeper, as he introduced himself not long after we solved the art-gallery case, proves to be as intelligent as he is devious and dangerous.  GRP, as we prefer to call him, leaves a lot of calling cards . . . and victims.  DNA and fingerprints are never found; the guy’s good, unfortunately.  But we’re not bad, either.  <wink, wink>

So, maybe not that much of a brain drain.  Maybe we’ve been relaxin’ a bit too much on the beach of late.  <he-he>

Day Five, Time Flies

. . . and another one of those five-day book-discount promos ends.  Hey, it’s Rey, and it’s the last day (for a wee while), to get Coco’s Nuts for 99 cents.

For those not familiar with us—JJ, Linda, and me are private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Coco’s Nuts, our second professional case, has us trying to prove our client, Buddy Feuer, is innocent of two murders.

We do pretty good, despite the cast of curious (often crazy) characters, (additional) bodies and bombs, ongoing threats and hostilities.  It’s dangerous and thrilling, and we get to hone our “newbie” P.I. skills.  Sure, we make some gaffes—who doesn’t when they’re first starting out?  The thing is, we learn from them!

If you’d like to learn how we do butting heads with some seriously nefarious (Linda’s word, not mine) individuals, please check us out at:

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

Day Four, Only Two More . . .

. . . days to get Coco’s Nuts, the Triple Threat Investigation Agency’s private eyes’ second case (and third mystery), for 99 cents.

Coco’s Nuts finds the three rookie private eyes entrenched in their second major assignment: proving socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer did not shoot her boss, infamous entrepreneur Jimmy Picolo.  Perplexingly, her best friend, Eb Stretta, is found dead a few days later in a nearby alley.  And not long after that, Razor, Picolo’s assistant, takes five fatal bullets.  The police are adamant Buddy is guilty and all evidence certainly points to her.

In the quest for answers—to prove Buddy has been set up—JJ, Rey and Linda contend with a slew of suspects.  Several persons hated Picolo enough to kill him, but locating the one who actually pulled the trigger proves challenging.

The trio’s detecting travels lead them along a few detours—like the world of gambling and the “limb-breaker collectors” that reside within it.  Picolo’s daughter, Annia, owes thousands of dollars to them in Vegas and and on Oahu.  Might this have served as motivation to kill her father, so that she could collect a sizable inheritance?  Or might Picolo’s son, Jimmy Junior, have aspired to take charge of his father’s multiple and highly successful businesses?  Could it be that Jimmy’s brother, Ric, wanted to take over his entrepreneurial successes?

And what of nutty Coco Peterson?  A driver for Picolo, the odd little fellow (pest, some might call him) has been missing since the murder of his boss.

If you’d like to see how JJ, Rey, and Linda solve this challenging and complex case, please check them out here . . .

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

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