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Welcome to author
Amy Manemann
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| Author - Amy Manemann |
International best-selling author,
Amy Manemann, is the author of Deadly Reunion
and Deadly Science, the first two books of the Deadly Series (Taci Andrews
Mysteries) and Dracula’s Party, her first children’s book. She resides in her
hometown along the Mississippi river with her
husband and their two children, where she enjoys spending time with her family,
reading, writing, blogging and interviewing authors to feature on her website.
Amy is also a site administrator for the World Literary Cafe.
So, without further ado, a warm welcome to Amy whose post has the intriguing title:
SEXY SLEUTHING.
Sexy
Sleuthing –Only the Sassy Need Apply!
My
heroine in the Deadly Series (Investigative Reporter Taci Andrews) doesn’t
wield a gun, nor does she drive a flashy car. She doesn’t have a full time
boyfriend, and other than a few personal friends, has no social life
whatsoever. So, what makes her considered a Sexy Sleuth? Simple. She has a
sassiness about her that draws you in and leaves you wanting for more. And, as
hot fireman Tony Parsons can attest to, she is pretty damn sexy when she's in
sleuthing mode.
While Taci doesn’t wield a gun (let alone know how to use one) she has a biting sense of humor that’ll cut you to the quick. Her car may be a Honda Civic that seems to spend more time in the repair shop than on the road, but at least it occasionally manages to get her to work on time. As for the boyfriend avenue, Tony Parsons would easily fit that bill if he wasn’t all hell bent on keeping her out of trouble.
So what are the requirements for Sexy Sleuthing, you might ask? Let me introduce you to Sexy Sleuthing 101:
1. Never
let the bad guys see you squirm, even when they’re holding you at gunpoint.
2. Learn
diversionary techniques, they come in handy when you need to escape said bad
guys.
3. You’ll
need to drive a nondescript car that’ll be good for tailing, but something you
won’t miss too much if it gets parked next to a building that suddenly
explodes.
4. Definitely
flirt with hot firemen, even when they’re determined to get in the way of you
doing your job.
5. Definitely get up close and personal with said hot fireman. You know,
for the sake of job research.
And the
most important rule of Sleuthing 101:
6. Always (and I can’t stress this enough) have a bag of Double stuffed
Oreos on hand for that occasional emergency. Said emergencies would include (but
are not limited to) broken hearts, meddling mother’s, annoying suck up
brothers, friends with hyperactive children or just overall sexual frustration
with a relationship that isn’t really a relationship. You know, the usual
stuff.
So
there you have it, Sexy Sleuthing 101 as told by investigative reporter, Taci
Andrews. Now that you know the requirements, are you ready to join the Sexy Sleuthing ranks?
Chapter Excerpt from Amy’s newest
release, Deadly Science, featuring investigative reporter Taci Andrews and her
two beaus in hot pursuit; fireman Tony Parson and coworker Gavyn Davis:
I somehow managed to keep my mouth
from dropping open, hard as it was. Was it just
my imagination or did Gavyn
just politely tell Parsons to back off? From the deadly glint in Parsons
narrowed eyes I could tell he’d gleaned the same information I had. Great.
Stepping forward Tony clamped a
possessive hand on my arm, giving it a gentle tug until I was standing next to
him on the sidewalk. Yep, let the pissing match begin. “Thanks for the offer,
but she’s already taken care of. Maybe another time.
Gavyn flashed an easy grin,
reaching over to capture my free hand and tug me back to him. Sorry to rain on
your parade, but she’s already taken my offer for a ride home. I guess can catch her another time.”
Tony’s jaw clenched and he reached
a hand over to capture my arm but I sidestepped, slapping my hands on my waist
to fix the two of them with an icy stare. Don’t get me wrong; it did a lot for
a girl’s ego to have two guys fighting over her, but this was getting
ridiculous.
“You know something? I’ve decided
that I don’t want a ride home from either of you tonight. Thanks for the
offers, but I’ll take my chances with the cab company,” I informed them icily.
Turning on my heel I stomped back in the direction of the Times building, coming to a halt when a junked up Ford Fiesta
pulled to a stop at the curb. Corey stuck his youthful, pimpled face out the
window, shooting me a hopeful smile.
“Doest thou need a ride to yonder
castle, M’lady?” he asked. I blew out a sigh. This night had gone from weird to
weirder. My current choices included dealing with the testosterone duo or a kid
who thinks he’s a knight from Sir Lancelot’s time.
A glance over my shoulder at the
scowling Gavyn and jaw clenched Parsons told me I’d be better off with the
knight, and I quickly scrambled to the passenger side of the car. A perfect
ending to a perfect day, I thought as we pulled away from the curb. A pair of
sparkling crystals winked at me from the rearview mirror.
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