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Time to think about holiday gifts? How about a five-pack of award-winning mysteries? http://lynnekennedymysteries.com/books/
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BOOK ALERT! Time Lapse, a new and devious take on Jack the Ripper with a modern twist, is now available. See if you can connect the cover art to the storyline. Maybe a theater element? DNA? Hmmm. Got you wondering, right

I invite you to order a copy and read it into the wee hours of the morn. Enjoy your journey to 1888 Victorian England and the macabre Whitechapel environs to meet the most infamous . . . and surprising . . . of all serial killers.


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Best mystery author between the two!?!
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Agatha christie
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John dickson carr

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♦♦♦♦♦ DEEP WITHIN ♦♦♦♦♦
Angelo Baldoni is no stranger to violence. As a Veteran Homicide Detective for Detroit he has seen his fair share of crime. After coming to terms with the loss of his fiancé, he has a new look on life and a new relationship blossoming. When bodies start popping up all over Detroit, Angelo and Bobby are sent to solve a new string of murders. But things are not always what they seem, and Angelo is put into a position that forces him to step out of the box. Trying to save his best friend’s career and life he does the only thing he can think of to get to the bottom of the grave. Having to go deep undercover to catch a killer tests everything Angelo has ever believed in. Will he be able to keep his identity hidden and his sanity intact or will he end up sleeping with the fishes?
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Continued from Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 ...

The two guys wheeled the box out on a dolly through the back door while I, unable to squeeze through the “pasta press,” went out the front door and met them in the parking lot in the rear. Together we put the box into the SUV, an Out of the Box Toys company vehicle.

“Do I need to sign anything?” I asked. “Do I get a receipt?”

“We've emailed the receipt to Zarelda,” said John.

With the box secured in the back, I got in the driver's seat and started to drive towards Zarelda's theater. I began flipping through the Sirius radio stations: '50s, '60s, '70s, '80s … What decade did I want to listen to? Or did I want to listen to all Neil Diamond all the time or all Elvis all the time? Well, Elvis couldn't be so bad. He was the King after all.

It was one of his gospel songs that came on, a strange pick for me as an agnostic. “I don't know just where I'd be if the Lord wasn't walking by my side ...” It had a fun rhythm, and I didn't change the channel. Was the Lord walking by my side? Jack would say, not so much that He was, in my case, but that He would be if I let Him. “When I was drifting (I was drifting on a sea of despair,) and I was wondering (I was wondering if Jehovah's up there ...)” Well, that was true enough. Maybe it wasn't such a strange song pick for an agnostic.

http://susanjoyclark.blogspot.com/2016/08/action-men-and-great-zarelda-part-6.html

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Continued from Parts 1, 2 and 3 ...

At the night of the Lit Club Book Swap, books completely swathed in brown paper accumulated on a long table. The idea was that club members would bring a wrapped disguised book and would pick up another. They could broaden their exposure to literature, selecting something they might not ordinarily choose. Grace couldn't help trying to guess the contents of them. She picked up one paper-wrapped book and lifted it up and down. “This is a Bantam Classic.” She picked up another, studying its dimensions. “And this is a Penguin Classic.” Bantams and penguins. What was it with birds and books?


http://susanjoyclark.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-lit-club-mystery-grace-darby_8.html

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Continued from Part 1 ...

(Recap of conversation)

"If you're going to be my assistant, I will need to get you a costume."

"Oh. Costume. You're serious."

To be continued ...

Part 2

"Of course."

"Don't you have someone already?"

"I did. I fired him." She rolled her R on “fired.”

"Oh," I wasn't entirely sure this was a good thing. "Uh ... Why?"

"He did not do what I asked." She leaned in, facing me, touching her left shoulder against my right one. This time, I did not imagine it. I caught the scent of her perfume, floral and musk. "Would you do what I ask?"

Why was this question so unnerving? Were we still talking about magic shows or something else? I began to think she really was a siren that would charm me to death while leaving me shipwrecked. "Nearly ... nearly anything ... you know, that didn't involve setting myself on fire. I like entertainment, but I have my limits." Why did my voice sound like it had reached a Vienna Choir Boy pitch?

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