So happy to be back on Coffee Thoughts with you. My latest release which is book one in the Love and Murder series is perfect for Coffee Thoughts blogging. Lacy Dahl is the heroine of The Art of Love and Murder. Lacy owns a coffee cafÃ© that is called The Lacy Latte. Although only the last scene of the book takes place in the cafÃ©, I had fun creating Lacyâ€™s business. All the windows are topped with lace, thereâ€™s a huge fireplace to curl up by with comfy couches and the balcony upstairs is a warm nook.
Iâ€™m also a bit of a coffee-aholic. No one in my family will drink the coffee I make because my blend is strrroong, has a dash of cinnamon and cream.
The Art of Love and Murder is a romantic suspense. Romance readers will be satisfied with the romance and HEA while suspense readers will keep turning the pages.
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Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn’t what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life.
Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation.
Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past…until Chance’s connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them?
Momentarily struck dumb by his eye color, she stared back. Why hadnâ€™t she noticed until now? Although not as light as hers or her fatherâ€™s, the professorâ€™s eyes were a startling green shade.
His hand nudged her arm. â€œLacy?â€
She jumped. â€œOh, yes.â€ She slipped the tissue from the half-carved wolf. Another glance at his eyes and goose bumps riddled her arms.
He lifted the wood close to his face, using both hands as if handling a delicate hummingbird. His thumb traced the neck of the creature to the juncture of where it emerged from the wood. When he brought the piece to his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Lacy wanted to turn away from the oddly erotic gesture.
He swallowed, opened his eyes and set the wolf back on the tissue. His attention shifted to the photograph of the chest. He touched the photo, a smile on his lips. â€œWhere is the chest?â€
The chest. Like he knew it, had seen it before. â€œIâ€™m having it sent. Youâ€™ve seen it before?â€
He didnâ€™t move, stared out the window as if deep in thought. â€œIâ€™d like to show you something, Lacy.â€
â€œAll right.â€ She waited, watching his profile.
He turned and stared into her face a moment. â€œYouâ€™re so very lovely. A creation full of life and passion, surpassing any art form.â€
His hypnotic voice floated on the classical strains drifting from the living room. She couldnâ€™t speak. Didnâ€™t know what to say. Sheâ€™d been lifted upon a pedestal of admiration. With any other man, she might consider his words a means to a sexual end. The professorâ€™s intentions, however, were crystal. He admired her like a work of art.
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