Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Bootscootin' Blahniks is Now FREE on Smashwords and Perhaps Soon on Kindle and Nook too!!!

BOOTSCOOTIN' BLAHNIKS

STOMPIN' ON STETSONS

BUCKLES ME BABY

THUG GUARD

LIP GLOCK

Labels: Bootscootin' Blahniks, Buckles Me Baby, E-Book Country Experiments, Lip Glock, Readers and Fans, Stompin' On Stetsons, The Bootscootin' Books Series, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

What's Next in D. D. Scott-ville?

October 2011

The debut short story in The Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mysteries - FLUID FULFILLMENT - will be released!!

What are The Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mysteries?

I've had sooo many of you request new stories featuring my Bootscootin' Books and Cozy Cash Mysteries Mom Squad Characters. So I decided I'd treat y'all to short stories! Each story will feature at least one of The Mom Squad quirky-crazy, blue-haired Charlie's Angels wanna-be's! You'll get to meet their extended families PLUS learn the unique skill each Mom Squad Member has been trained-to by The Cozy Cash Mysteries' QuarterMaster R.

Rumor has it, FLUID FULFILLMENT features Roxy's mom Lily Vaughn, who some say is now fairly gifted in Ju-Jitsu.

Rumor also has it, FLUID FULFILLMENT will be available not only on its own but also as a special bonus in the first ever D. D. Scott Special Edition Boxed Set which will include all three Bootscootin' Books plus both Cozy Cash Mysteries in an amazing "5 for 5 Special" with super-cool extras included...just in time for the Holiday Season!!!

Thanksgiving 2011

The inaugural Naked Hero Christmas Anthology - MADNESS UNDER THE MISTLETOE - will be released, featuring my first ever Cozy Cash Christmas Story - HULLABALOO AND HOLLY TOO - plus superfab Christmas novellas from the amazing Tonya Kappes, Lee Lopez, a mystery guest author from across the pond (as in a UK Author), plus Misa Ramirez/Melissa Bourbon too!

I'm over the moon for HULLABALOO AND HOLLY TOO - think Will and Kate gone Bond, James Bond in The Grinch's Who-ville.

Now then...for 2012:

Rumor has it, you can expect a Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mysteries Collection, as well as at least three more Cozy Cash Mysteries and a couple other waaay wonderful releases too!!!

Labels: D. D. Scott Boxed Sets, Fluid Fulfillment, Hullabaloo and Holly Too, Lip Glock, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, The Mom Squad, The Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mysteries, The Naked Hero Christmas Anthology

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

LIP GLOCK - Book Two of The Cozy Cash Mysteries - is Here!!!

Think Will and Kate gone Bond, James Bond...and the blue-hair version of Charlie's Angels too...Under the Tuscan Sun

Buckle your seatbelts! Cozy Cash Mystery, Super-Hot, International Crime-Fighting Couple Roman Bellesconi and Zoey Witherspoon - now very Will and Kate gone Bond, James Bond - once again team-up with The Bootscootin' Books' Mom Squad, now the blue-hair version of Charlie's Angels, to recover billions of bunches of hedge fund cozy-cash...but this time, all Under the Tuscan Sun.

It's a super-sonic speed, action-packin' thrill-ride, full of pot-bellied pigs, hydrofoils, and gelato!

"We love your voice, D. D., and your books too. You are really very funny. But we just can't sell these kind of books in today's market."

Labels: Being a Gutsy Romance Writer Girl, Lip Glock, Readers and Fans, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, The Real Numbers

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

LIP GLOCK's Cover Is Here!!!

Think Will and Kate gone Bond, James Bond...and the blue-hair version of Charlie's Angels too...Under the Tuscan Sun

...where my Cozy Cash, Super-Hot, International Crime-Fighting Couple Roman Bellesconi and Zoey Witherspoon, who are now very Will and Kate gone Bond, James Bond, once again team-up with The Bootscootin' Books' Mom Squad, now the blue-hair version of Charlie's Angels, to recover billions of bunches of hedge fund cozy cash...but this time, all done Under the Tuscan Sun.

It's a super-sonic speed, action-packin' thrill-ride, full of pot-bellied pigs, hydrofoils, and gelato! Buckle-up, D. D. Scott-ville!!!

Labels: Book Covers, Lip Glock, The Cozy Cash Mysteries

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Now You Can Read Any D. D. Scott Romantic Comedy or Cozy Mystery For Less Than a Trip To Your Local Dollar Store!!!

BOOTSCOOTIN' BLAHNIKS - Think Sex and The City meets Urban Cowboy

STOMPIN' ON STETSONS - It's Hell's Kitchen mixed with Meet the Fockers

BUCKLES ME BABY - Think paparazzi-hell and Ponzi-scheme fall-out meet home-shopping and Babies "R" Us

THUG GUARD - Think The Rachel Zoe Project meets Bond, James Bond and a Madoff-style, Ponzi-scheming King

The Bootscootin' Books are romantic comedies with a chick lit, gone-country twist...and now a cozy mystery twist too!

Labels: 99 Cent Experiment, Bootscootin' Blahniks, Buckles Me Baby, Finding Fabulous Readers, Readers and Fans, Stompin' On Stetsons, The Bootscootin' Books Series, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

What Do Pot-Bellied Pigs, Hydrofoils and Gelato Have In Common? LIP GLOCK, Book Two of The Cozy Cash Mysteries!

LIP GLOCK...

Book Two of my new, Cozy Cash Mysteries...

where my Roman and Zoey, who are now very Will and Kate gone Bond, James Bond, team-up with the blue-hair version of Charlie's Angels once again...but this time, Under the Tuscan Sun, to recover billions of bunches of hedge fund cozy cash.

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Lip Glock, Pot-Bellied Pigs, Roman Bellesconi, The Blue-Hair Version of Charlie's Angels, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, The Mom Squad, Zoey Witherspoon

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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

THUG GUARD is a Frugal eReader "Under One" Pick!

Under One: Thug Guard (a Cozy Cash Mystery), D. D. Scott {$0.99}
Think The Rachel Zoe Project meets Bond, James Bond and a Madoff-style, Ponzi-scheming King.

Hollywood Stylist to The Stars Zoey Witherspoon is a wanna-be Stephanie Plum, and to that end, she’s now moonlighting as a badge-toting P.I. But on her way to style one of her infamously diva-esque clients, she discovers her first Dead Guy in a Range Rover parked next to her. And this isn’t just any dead guy. It’s the guy with a Russian mob connection, who her former client, Ponzi-scheming King Bernard McCall, hired to knock her off.

Bond, James Bond-style Double Agent Roman Bellesconi is hell-bent on bringing down Ponzi-scheming King Bernard McCall. Why? Because (1) that’s his job. But also because (2) he’s got a lot more at stake than job security. If he doesn’t bring down Bernie, his family’s monarchy will be destroyed.

As the dead guys keep piling-up around ‘em, Zoey may be damn sick of Roman’s deep and very dark secrets, but, she’s also convinced that perhaps, like Roman’s been reiterating, it’s only because he’s keeping those secrets, they’re both still alive. But is there a way for their cover to be blown, Roman’s secrets thus revealed, and each of ‘em live to tell about it?

“D.D. Scott is already a master at wise-cracking characters and action that moves as fast as any Ludlum flick. In fact, think of Zoey Witherspoon as Jason Bourne – with a good set of French tips and a designer holster for her Glock.” –jfredlee “Jeff”

The average customer review is currently 4.5 stars {6 reviews}.

Labels: Readers and Fans, Reviews, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, The Frugal eReader, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Behind & Beyond My Books: LIP GLOCK and The Amalfi Coast

"As soon as I read her first book, "Bootscootin' Blahniks," I put all her books on my Kindle. They have it all ... romance, high fashion, adorable animals, feisty women, gorgeous guys, quirky characters, good food, great dancing .... The ultimate escape without spending a fortune on a vacation." --- Pj Schott

"...think of Zoey Witherspoon as Jason Bourne - with a good set of French tips and a designer holster for her Glock.
The difference is, D.D. is a master at making you laugh while both you and Zoey are hanging by your fingernails, over the edge of her latest cliff. Like a lot of the characters in D.D.'s latest book, Thug Guard just plain kills.
Buy it. Read it. Laugh your hindquarters off. And don't say I didn't warn you." --- Jeff Lee

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Lip Glock, Roman Bellesconi, Settings, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Zoey Witherspoon

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Thursday, June 16, 2011

D. D. Scott Writes "The Jason Bourne of Comedic Capers"!

Who Needs Bourne When You've Got Zoey Witherspoon?!

5-Stars

Everyone in Hollywood packs a hyphen; you've got your writer-directors, your agent-producers and your actor-parking valets. Well, Zoey Witherspoon is a completely different kind of Hollywood Hyphenate. She's a studio stylist-interior designer-P.I.

Picture Stephanie Plum here, but with a tall, dark and brooding Bond-type as her sidekick. Together, they're hot on the trail of a Ponzi-scheming con man who makes Madoff look like a Filene's bargain basement mark-down. Their trail takes them from Rodeo Drive to the Riviera, butting heads with everyone from crown royalty to the Russian mob.

This is one fast and furious, funny as H-E-Double Hockeysticks caper story, and I literally found my abs aching from laughter by the end of the first chapter. With books like Bootscootin' Blahniks and Stompin' on Stetsons under her belt, D.D. Scott is already a master at wise-cracking characters and action that moves as fast as any Ludlum flick. In fact, think of Zoey Witherspoon as Jason Bourne - with a good set of French tips and a designer holster for her Glock.

The difference is, D.D. is a master at making you laugh while both you and Zoey are hanging by your fingernails, over the edge of her latest cliff. Like a lot of the characters in D.D.'s latest book, Thug Guard just plain kills.

Buy it. Read it. Laugh your hindquarters off. And don't say I didn't warn you.

*** Picture Stephanie Plum here, but with a tall, dark and brooding Bond-type as her sidekick.

*** In fact, think of Zoey Witherspoon as Jason Bourne - with a good set of French tips and a designer holster for her Glock.

*** With books like Bootscootin' Blahniks and Stompin' on Stetsons under her belt, D.D. Scott is already a master at wise-cracking characters and action that moves as fast as any Ludlum flick.

*** D.D. is a master at making you laugh while both you and Zoey are hanging by your fingernails, over the edge of her latest cliff.

Labels: Interviews and Reviews, Readers and Fans, Reviews, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Behind and Beyond My Books (LIP GLOCK): The Swine Element

A. A Ton of "swine"-like thugs

B. Tons of wine-and-dining in Zoey and Roman's royal, red-carpet worlds...or could that be "swine"-and-dining? LOL!

C. A ton of Cozy Cash-style crimes in the worlds of Wall Street and the "pork" barrel politics influencing all that money and those markets

D. And certainly tons of various "bring home the bacon" angles

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Being a Gutsy Romance Writer Girl, Lip Glock, Muse Therapy Extra Tips and Tidbits, My Writing Process or Lack There Of, The Cozy Cash Mysteries

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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Behind & Beyond My Books (LIP GLOCK): Writing Page One

CHAPTER ONE


Life in a castle ain’t all it’s cracked-up to be.

Especially when you’ve arrived here after being at the wrong end of a Glock.

A Glock held to your chest by a woman old enough to be your Granny, and who’s endowed with these monster-sized lips, formed into a maybe-evil-maybe-not, super-botoxed, Cheshire Cat-style grin.

And I mean it...Granny Veruschka’s lips take-up half her damn face. A face that once graced the world’s top fashion magazines, with a body attached that also got her on every hot catwalk. But now, a face that had seen one too many botox injections, and a body, although still sleek and cat-like, was currently filled with who knew what the hell kinda motivation to be holding me at Glock-point.

So now...here I sit, in my fave of all positions – the fetal position...my new M.O. –gazing at the Actaeon sculpture in the cascade of the castle grounds now holding me hostage.

Not familiar with the story of Actaeon?

Here’s the scoop...

Actaeon is an iconic motif used in ancient art, both Renaissance and post-Renaissance, in which a hunter becomes the hunted.

Are you starting to get why I’m in the fetal position staring down good ‘ole Actaeon?

Let me make it perfectly clear and paint y’all a rather disturbing snapshot.

Actaeon was once a hunter of stag and wolves, but now, thanks to Artemis, another Greek Mythology big-shot, Actaeon was a stag himself, with the wolves he used to hunt now about to rip him apart.

Kinda the story of my life the last couple weeks.

I’m Zoey Witherspoon, a fairly new, badge-toting P.I., who’s been on Thug Guard hunting a twisted bundle of Ponzi-scheming turds throughout both The States then Europe too, along with my Secret Bond – as in James Bond-esque - Roman Bellesconi, Prince-of-Many-Names, and now his Granny Veruschka too.

Except the strangest thing happened on my way to get my all-things-green Naked Juice, my fellow hunters – Roman and his could-be-lethal Granny – decided I was the one to be hunted.

At least that’s the impression I got.

But maybe that’s just me, and there was another reason good ‘ole Granny had a Glock pointed at my Gucci blouse in the parking lot of the Jiffy Mart back in Music City.

Not like I’d know said reason...because Roman and his Could-Be-Lethal Granny had so far refused to tell me shit!

I’m tellin’ ya...life in a castle ain’t all it’s cracked-up to be...not when you don’t have a God damn clue how or why you’re here.

Okay...so maybe I had the tiniest of ideas “why” I’m here.

‘Course that was before Granny drugged me and got me all comfy in the family kingdom’s private jet for a flight across the pond...then into Milan...and straight to Castle Command Central.

Thus the fetal position...

And...oh shit...here comes Granny...

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Lip Glock, My Writing Process or Lack There Of, The Cozy Cash Mysteries

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

THUG GUARD is Today's Kindle Nation Daily Free Book Alert Sponsor!!!

Labels: Kindle Nation Daily, Paul Levine, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard, Where's D. D. Scott

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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Behind and Beyond My Books: THUG GUARD and The Bond Martini

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Behind and Beyond My Books: THUG GUARD and Fashion Week

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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

THUG GUARD - Book One of The Cozy Cash Mysteries - Is Here!!!

Product Description:

Amazon Top-Rated and Bestselling Romantic Comedy Author D. D. Scott - both a Kindle Nation Daily and Pixel of Ink Bargain Book Pick – is gettin’ “cozy” with all your fave Bootscootin’ Books Characters...as in Cozy Mystery cozy...with Book One of her new, Cozy Cash Mysteries.

Think The Rachel Zoe Project meets Bond, James Bond and a Madoff-style, Ponzi-scheming King.


Book Description:

Hollywood Stylist to The Stars Zoey Witherspoon is a wanna-be Stephanie Plum, and to that end, she’s now moonlighting as a badge-toting P.I. But on her way to style one of her infamously diva-esque clients, she discovers her first Dead Guy in a Range Rover parked next to her. And this isn’t just any dead guy. It’s the guy with a Russian mob connection, who her former client, Ponzi-scheming King Bernard McCall, hired to knock her off.

Bond, James Bond-style Double Agent Roman Bellesconi is hell-bent on bringing down Ponzi-scheming King Bernard McCall. Why? Because (1) that’s his job. But also because (2) he’s got a lot more at stake than job security. If he doesn’t bring down Bernie, his family’s monarchy will be destroyed.

As the dead guys keep piling-up around ‘em, Zoey may be damn sick of Roman’s deep and very dark secrets, but, she’s also convinced that perhaps, like Roman’s been reiterating, it’s only because he’s keeping those secrets, they’re both still alive. But is there a way for their cover to be blown, Roman’s secrets thus revealed, and each of ‘em live to tell about it?


About the Author:

D. D. Scott is a Bestselling Romantic Comedy Author and a Writer’s Go-To-Gal for Muse Therapy, plus the #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of MUSE THERAPY: UNLEASHING YOUR INNER SYBIL and the co-founder of The Writer’s Guide to E-Publishing, your destination site for Everything E-Publishing.

Her bestselling and Amazon top-rated romantic comedies are all about sexy, sassy, smart, career-driven women and the men who complete them. They're a bit chick lit with a gone-country twist...and now a cozy mystery twist too. She’s agented, and her Bootscootin’ Books Series - think Sex and The City meets Urban Cowboy – debuted August 2010, on Amazon’s Kindle and at Smashwords, with BOOTSCOOTIN’ BLAHNIKS, followed by STOMPIN’ ON STETSONS and BUCKLES ME BABY. Now, The Bootscootin’ Characters are gettin’ “cozy”...as in Cozy Mystery cozy, with the release of THUG GUARD, Book One of the her new, Cozy Cash Mysteries, featuring all of your fave Bootscootin’ characters plus tons of quirky, new characters too.

Also a Writer’s Go-to-Gal for Muse Therapy and now the Amazon #1 Bestselling Author of MUSE THERAPY: UNLEASHING YOUR INNER SYBIL, D. D. debuted her Muse Therapy Online Classes in 2009 and her Live Workshops in 2010. Thanks to the fabulous endorsement of Stephen Windwalker’s Kindle Nation Daily, there’s a ton more fun and fascinating MUSE THERAPY adventures in development.

D. D.’s busy now writing her next Cozy “Cash” Mystery – LIP GLOCK – which will release in August 2011.

For updates on her books, her sexy, sassy, smart neurotic writer's life blog, and for a schedule of appearances and Muse Therapy Sessions, visit her website http://www.DDScott.com.


Praise for The Bootscootin’ Books (BOOTSCOOTIN’ BLAHNIKS, STOMPIN’ ON STETSONS, and BUCKLES ME BABY):

“Wow! I loved this...The descriptions are so vivid and colorful it really feels like the reader's going through the same wild rollercoaster ride...It's a funny, sexy, sassy attitude of a read, and I can't wait to get stuck into the next one.” --- Sibel Hodge, author of The Amber Fox Mysteries


“I laughed from page one on...The author has a way with twisting phrases. Bootscootin' was a delight. I'm loading up on her other books. She's a shoe-in for one of my favorite chicklit authors.” --- Barbara Silkstone, author of The Secret Diary of Alice in Wonderland Age 42 and Three-Quarters

“Are you ready for a really fun read? I hope so...So sit back and get ready to laugh.” --- Karen Cantwell, author of Take The Monkeys and Run

“…who doesn’t need a laugh? Laugh ‘til you (you fill it in) with D. D. Scott’s BOOTSCOOTIN’ BLAHNIKS, and more...” --- Steve Windwalker, Kindle Nation Daily

***Average Amazon Customer Review = 5 Stars***

Labels: The Bootscootin' Books Series, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Sneak Peek at THUG GUARD, Book One of My New, Cozy Cash Mysteries

CHAPTER ONE

I walked into the Jiffy Mart at the corner of Pike’s Place and Sweenie Avenue. All I wanted was a bottle of my wheat grass-included, all-things-green Naked Juice. What I got was a dead man – yeah, as in who knows how he got that way but he sooo was – a dead man in the passenger seat of the Range Rover parked next to me.

This guy wasn’t just merely dead, he was most sincerely dead. And no, I’m not the Munchkin Land Coroner. I’m Zoey Witherspoon, just another wanna-be Stephanie Plum about to call for back-up.

My back-up, Roman Bellesconi - my very own Walker, Texas Ranger - was not gonna like this at all.

Thinking the dead guy situation probably deserved my more immediate attention, I coached my sugar-deprived body to hold tight for its much-needed burst of Naked Juice.

Calling Roman’s cell, I waited for his rugged-rough, this-had-better-be-good voicemail greeting, wishing just once he’d think I was important enough to answer the damn phone.

“Yep. You know the drill. Leave a message,” his voice mail not-so-warmly invited me to do.

“Roman. It’s me. Pick-up if you’re there,” I said, taking a yoga-deep breath, knowing just as I was about to cuss a blue streak, then make a second attempt at maintaining my never quite calm demeanor, he’d answer.

“What’s up, Zoey? Or do I even want to know?”

Roman’s way sexy, ultra deep voice - a cross between Stallone and Pacino’s Italian, drool-worthy accents – cut-off his voicemail prompt.

The clank of his barbell echoed through his Blue Tooth after what was sure to have been one helluvan impressive bench press.

I mean really. Who answers the phone while bench pressing 325 pounds?

Roman does. And I’ve seen him do it. He actually has enough extra muscle gravitating to his shoulders that he can move those wads of steel against his Blue Tooth’s answer switch. Yeah. Incredible, right?

Honestly...who could even talk period while lifting that much weight?

I rolled my eyes, which I tend to do a lot when thinking about Roman’s antics.

Although, I may have been secretly contemplating what else he could do with those kinda muscles. But a woman doesn’t have to share all her secrets...so I’m savoring the detail of that one for a bit...and just tossing it out there for a conversation-building “what if”.

And speaking of conversing, hell, I do well to walk and talk at the same time.

Some days, in the kinds of shoes my real job demands, that feat, in and of itself is damn near impossible. Today’s gorgeous, buff-colored Louboutin platform pumps...yeah, well, you get the toe-breaking, heels-wobbling picture.

But not my Roman in his Italian, hand-crafted loafers. He’s the super-shoed and super-fit, hot Sicilian version of a kick ass Christopher Chance of Human Target fame, although with the height and killer body of international cover model Jimmy Thomas.

My Roman isn’t exactly like my Jimmy, who I’d recently used in a couple of my New York Fashion Week Runway Shows, and who, by the way, has the personality of a big and brawny teddy bear. Oh no. Sooo not Roman-esque.

Roman Bellesconi has something dark, very dark, deep inside his super beefed-up torso. Totally, the Sicilian Christopher Chance through-and-through...just add more beef.

I hadn’t figured out what that dark something was or how it got there or why it was hanging around. But I’m hell-bent on getting to the bottom of all that beef, just give me a couple more cases to work with him, and I’ll have some answers.

“You still there, Witherspoon?” Roman asked.

His voice indicated my ability to zone in and out of conversations amused rather than irritated him. At least for the moment.

“Oh sure. Yeah. Sorry. I haven’t had my Naked Juice yet, so I’m not quite up to speed,” I said, knowing I could no longer avoid sharing this soon to be breaking news.

Plus, if I gave Roman the slightest chance to catch his breath, post bench press, he was sure to pop-off with some smart ass comment about my need for Naked Juice speed.

“So I’m here at the Jiffy Mart. You know, the whole swamp juice thing. And there’s this Range Rover parked next to me,” I said, looking through my latest couture sunnies straight into the eyes of the dead man.

“I’m not real interested in this story yet, Witherspoon. You got anything else?” Roman asked as he hit the button on his blender, making his own swamp juice.

“Oh, you’re gonna be interested. There’s a dead man in this Range Rover,” I baited him, noticing that his blender was no longer blending.

“You’ve got my undivided attention now, Plum Puddin’.”

Hearing the smart ass but kinda hot way he pronounced the pet name he’d recently christened me with, I could feel heat flush my cheeks.

“Unfortunately for you, perhaps, I’ll have your attention for awhile longer, Italian Stallion. As in...our first official case longer,” I said, so hoping he’d let me tag along for this investigation.

“I’ll be the judge of when and if you work another case for us,” Roman said.

Lucky for me, I could still hear amusement in his tone so I figured I’d better keep striking while the time seemed sort of right to maintain my spot on the U.S. Marshal’s and SEC’s payroll.

“I think the dead man in the Range Rover,” I said, looking over the crisp lavender edges of my Louis Vuitton sunglasses one more time, just to make sure I’d made the proper identification of our vic, “is none other than Ludwig Kohn.”

I heard Roman take a deep, very calculated and measured breath, never uttering a word. The precise thing he did when that dark side of his was about to take control.

“Ludwig Kohn, as in Sonja Medici’s henchman.”

“I know who Ludwig is, Witherspoon,” Roman said, his Dark Knight-ness now clearly taking over his voice.

“So I take it he survived his little run-in with Alexandra, me and her minivan?” I asked, still pissed Roman and his Marshal Monkeys refused to tell me what exactly had become of Ludwig after he’d been run over by Alexandra and me in the Hobby Lobby parking lot.

“He didn’t survive for long did he?” Roman asked, an icy edge to his question.

“No, I suppose not. But I do assume you now get that I will be on this case with you? Our first official job as a dynamic duo.”

Even saying that made me feel giddier than going to any of the London, Milan or Paris Fashion Week’s coming soon.

“You know the assume adage, don’t you, Witherspoon?”

Yeah, I did. But I wasn’t letting him off the hook that easy, even if he was back in his cranky pants, dark-guy mode.

“What I know is that you can’t make any bigger ass outta me than I can make outta myself, if that’s what you’re referring to,” I said, tickled with my own witty response.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he said, punching the high-speed option on his blender.

What a chicken shit, I thought. He didn’t have the balls to listen to my comeback on that one, so he’d chosen his blender instead.

But I swore I heard him say something to the effect that he’d be right there so for me to just sit tight.

Like what was I gonna do? Just leave poor Ludwig stiff in his seat?

I may have pretty much fallen into my last gig with Roman. But I’d earned the right to work this one. I’d found my first dead man. So until Ludwig was stuffed into a body bag, I wasn’t goin’ anywhere.

I was officially on this case. Well, sort of officially.

But I’d built my fashion empire by creating buzz, buzz based on me sort-of, already being in demand by potential, high-powered clients. I’d always acted “as if” I’d already made it. And that approach had more than served me well.

So why change tactics now?

People want what they think others already have. So you’ve got to make sure they know what they’re more-than-likely missing.

Although, I was freaking out a bit that Ludwig here was now missing a life force, and I was definitely holding out hope I’d soon be free from my first dead body. Because why? Keeping with my philosophy, I wanted what others already had...my God damn Naked Juice.

My sugar was already plummeting dangerously low. And seeing Ludwig out-for-the-count sure hadn’t raised my blood sugar levels. My adrenaline yeah, which meant I now needed even more sugar I didn’t have.

But sugar levels aside, this new kinda rush, based on discovering bodies, was quite intriguing.

Maybe I was finally in the right career field. Talk about a calling. How many people could just find a dead body? And a dead body they could identify no less?

When Roman had been protecting my dear friend and client Alexandra McCall – yes that Alexandra McCall, the daughter of jailed Ponzi-scheme King Bernard McCall - I’d been, at first, nothing more than the McCall family’s stylist.

But I’d soon gotten involved in Roman’s case, as an intelligence officer of sorts.

Okay, so maybe I was just a well-respected inside informant. As in a wealth-of-information source. Simply because I knew more about Alexandra and her family than Roman possibly ever could.

Cut to the fantabulous chase, I’d plucked my golden apple when it fell from its money tree then gone-on to prove my worthiness to the Fed’s entire Cozy Cash Operation.

Yeah. That was the code-word for the Marshal Monkey’s McCall Operation...Cozy Cash. Clever. And catchy too.

But this time, there’d be no little ‘ole me just falling into a crime-busting gig.
Since Roman and I’s last partnership, I’d done the time. Well, not time as in jail time. Hello? I’m on the good team. I’d done time by studying my ass off and earning my P.I.’s license.

Now...I could officially play with the big boys.

I held up my badge, declaring my name and my new part-time gig – in a rather poorly done and cheesy-font monogramming. But regardless, I still love how the brilliant sunshine gleams off the cheap metal.

The badge is nothing like the radiance I’m accustomed to from the high-end, one-of-a-kind jewels I frequently pick-up from designers who loan their pieces to my clients. But I love my new badge, and what it stands for, more than the biggest and best of borrowed, Cartier diamonds.

Thanks to Ludwig Kohn’s well-dressed corpse, I, Zoey Witherspoon, P.I. – oh, and still a Stylist to the Stars and Fashion Designer too – was back in business.

But now, it had nothing to do with what people were wearing.

No more Red Carpet Events. Or Runway Show Spectaculars. Rather, at this unique stage in my life, it was all about who would rather bury my clients beneath the carpet.

Well, in theory, but I’d still promised to stay in Music City long enough to take care of one last client, which was another one of the reasons, besides my whole borderline diabetic issue, that I had to get my hands on that Naked Juice.
My last client was a real pistol. One of those bitches who made you not only wanna buy a pistol, but then also learn how to shoot the damn thing too. I needed all the extra nourishment I could get to deal with this diva.

I peeked in at my first dead body one last time before Roman’s circus started. Once he and all his Marshal Monkeys arrived, I probably wouldn’t get another shot at the body.

The whole eyes rolling back in the head was a very strong clue I was definitely calling this right. Plus, there was that surprised open mouth thing, but you get the picture. I reaffirmed my initial decision that Ludwig really was more than quite deceased.

He was no longer on Earth anyway. Perhaps in Purgatory. Trying to cross the River Styx. Or maybe already in Hell. Ludwig Kohn was a bad dude. A really, really bad dude. Straight to Hell was probably a fairly good guess as to his current whereabouts.

Remembering my new training required I always be aware of my surroundings, I looked around the parking lot. So as to be more discreet, I kept my Louis’s in place.

Frankly though, I must already be quite proficient at the whole surroundings awareness bit, since I’d only had my P.I. license a week and already discovered my first dead body.

Not seeing any other Jiffy Mart customers in the area, and thinking, since I was the car parked next to Ludwig, that no one else would have any need to be between my door and his, I figured I could probably make it both into the store then out, with my Naked Juice, well before Roman and his Monkey Squad arrived.

Damn, I needed that juice.

It wasn’t every day that a girl in Vuitton, Armani and Louboutin, on her way to style the soon-to-be divorced wench-of-a-wife of a superstar comedian, got held up at a Jiffy Mart, by a dead man in a Range Rover.

Hollywood Stylist to The Stars Zoey Witherspoon is a wanna-be Stephanie Plum, and to that end, she’s now moonlighting as a badge-toting P.I. But on her way to style one of her infamously diva-esque clients, she discovers her first Dead Guy in a Range Rover parked next to her. And this isn’t just any dead guy. It’s the guy with a Russian mob connection, who her former client, Ponzi-scheming King Bernard McCall, hired to knock her off.

Bond, James Bond-style Double Agent Roman Bellesconi is hell-bent on bringing down Ponzi-scheming King Bernard McCall. Why? Because (1) that’s his job. But also because (2) he’s got a lot more at stake than job security. If he doesn’t bring down Bernie, his family’s monarchy will be destroyed.

As the dead guys keep piling-up around ‘em, Zoey may be damn sick of Roman’s deep and very dark secrets, but, she’s also convinced that perhaps, like Roman’s been reiterating, it’s only because he’s keeping those secrets, they’re both still alive. But is there a way for their cover to be blown, Roman’s secrets thus revealed, and each of ‘em live to tell about it?

Labels: Sneak Peek Samples, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day from The Bootscootin' Books Mom Squad!!!

Kat McDonald

Lily Vaughn

Aunt Tulip

and

Grams

“So what do we do now?” Damian looked up to Roman and Zoey, who were standing side-by-side, watching them.

“Well...for starters, we’re going to need more back-up. I’ve called in additional agents and will be hiring another private security team as well,” Roman said as easy as if he’d ordered take-out.

“Jules and I also have Cody and Zayne on their way. That’ll help too, right?” Roxy asked, her determination to fight for whatever control she could firmly in place.

“I’m glad for that,” Damian said, and he truly was.

He needed his guys here. He was tough. But he was in way over his abilities. Forget sanity. He’d done lost that when Audrey told him they were expecting. And forget macho too. ‘Cause macho wasn’t gonna get the crap from Audrey’s past off their television screen and outta the papers and magazines.

Before he could even think about finding his senses or extra guts, he heard Cody and Zayne come into the house, with –oh shit – The Mom Squad – right behind ‘em.

“Oh boy,” Audrey said, her voice barely a whisper, although Damian was glad to see the slight uplift of the corner of her mouth.

At least with The Mom Squad in the house, none of their senses of humor would be lost.

Damian watched as Cody’s Gramma Lucy, Zayne’s mom Kat and Roxy’s mom Lily filed past the couch and headed straight for the U.S. Marshals.

And not to be left out, the new Music City Aphrodisiac Queen, Jules’ Aunt Tulip, came in next, a basket of she and Cody’s Aphrodisiac-themed produce slung across her arms.

The Mom Squad was back.

And Audrey was right, Damian thought.

Oh boy.

Seeing Tulip take a large pickle then an avocado out of her basket and approach Roman, Damian didn’t think he could take the heat of watching the guy who was supposedly their chief of security succumb to Tulip’s shenanigans.

Taking Tulip’s pickle, if for no other reason, Damian figured, than to shut her up, Roman handed it to Zoey who then had this incredulous ‘what the hell do you want me to do with it’ look.

Clearing his throat, as if Tulip’s vegetables had no effect on him at all, Roman asked everyone to be seated so they could go over new ground rules and protocol changes.

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Buckles Me Baby, Sample Sunday Sneak Peeks, The Bootscootin' Books Series, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Behind & Beyond My Books: The THUG GUARD Cover is Here!!!

Think a Wanna-Be-Plum...yeah, as in Stephanie Plum...who's also a Hollywood Stylist to The Stars teaming-up with her very own Bond, James Bond-style U. S. Marshal who's about to bring down a Madoff-style Ponzi-scheming King. Oh...and along for the adventure, try The Bootscootin' Books Mom Squad - now a blue-hair version of Charlie's Angels - plus all the rest of your fave Bootscootin' characters too!

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Book Covers, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Being a Water Warrior with My Heroes & Heroines Too!

♦ ♦ ♦
The Protector
Another Knight-in-Shining-Armor kinda guy but one who might be a little more predisposed to do things his own unique way rather than by the accepted historical codes of chivalry. He gets the job done and protects his heroine, family and friends by utilizing whatever Christopher Chance-like (HUMAN TARGET) methods he deems necessary given the current situation and/or enemy. (Det. John McLane from Die Hard)

♥ ♥ ♥
The Firecracker
Like a big ol’ stick of raw dynamite, this gal is just one match away from blowin’ her top. She creates quite a report – aka the fireworks term for a bunch of noise – wherever she goes. She packs a ton of punch. And has enough explosive energy for her entire world and then some. Once she’s channeled into a positive direction, however, there’s nothin’ or nobody that can stop her from getting what –or who— she wants. (Samantha Jones from Sex and the City)

Labels: Behind and Beyond My Books, Being a Gutsy Girl, Being a Gutsy Romance Writer Girl, Earth Day, The Bootscootin' Books Series, The Cozy Cash Mysteries

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Time For a Short-Shorts, Shorts & Novella Show & Tell

Short-Shorts = anything less than 1000 words

Short Stories = 7000 – 9000 words to some and anywhere from 1000 – 20,000 to others

Novellas = 17,500 – 40,000 words or anywhere from 10,000 – 70,000

Novels = 65,000 words and up

Labels: E-Book Country Experiments, Readers and Fans, The Bootscootin' Books Series, The Cozy Cash Mysteries, Thug Guard

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