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Crafting Between The Pages; Key to a Crafty Killer

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I love a good mystery of course and mystery parties just seem like the next step. My daughter’s upcoming birthday inspired my craft for this week as well as my good author friend, Vicki Vass and her amazingly titled book, “Key To A Murder.”

So, today you’ll need key charms that you can get at any hobby or craft store. Do make sure to see if they have a coupon….that’s the KEY to a good bargain. I got mine for 40% off. You’ll also need a good craft glue, paint brush and enough toothpicks for whatever you plan to stick these in.

Supplies:

Tiny Key Charms

Toothpicks

Craft Glue

Paint Brush

Good Music (might I suggest Pearl Jam?)

You can use these as cupcake picks,  picks for a cheese and fruit trays at your book club gatherings and whatever else you can think of to stick these in; as the possibilities are endless. The KEY is to have fun!

I hope you enjoy the video, try this craft, check out Vicki’s book and enter my contest. I’m giving away a set of my keys I used and Vicki is throwing in her book “Key To A Murder.” WOW!

Click here for the Key to A Crafty Murder GIVEAWAY!

 

Order “Key to a Murder” here!

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***Comment of my YouTube video and you’ll get an extra entry!***

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Stain Glass Rocks! The Book Effect; Crafting Between The Pages

I adore the Webb’s Stain Glass Mystery series by Cheryl Hollon. Have you read it? If not, the link to buy it will be at the bottom of the page.
For my first craft, I wanted to start out with the newest craze of painting rocks! Are you into painting rocks? Today I show you how to turn a rock into faux stained glass.

I hope you like the video, share the video and post photos of YOUR finished faux stained glass rock project.

Oh…and count how many times I say “um” in the video. Seriously, it’s a lot.

~Sheryl

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VALENTINES DAY SCAVENGER HUNT

Karen and Norm danced the Jive and neither are the killer.

CLUE #4

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You have your clue from me, now where and when can you find other clues? Here are the blogs and the days they will post clues. I hope you are a good sleuth…

9-Book Babble – https://www.facebook.com/teresasbookbabble/?

9-Booth Talks Books – https://www.facebook.com/BoothTalksBooks/?

10-Chatting About Cozies – https://www.facebook.com/chatcozy/?

10-Christy’s Cozy Corners – https://www.facebook.com/ChristysCozyCorners/?

11-Cinnamon, Sugar, and a Little Bit of Murder – https://www.facebook.com/Cinnamon-Sugar-and-a-Little-Bit-of-Murder-187400864778608/?

11-Bibliophile Reviews – https://www.facebook.com/BibliophileReviews/?

12-MJB Reviewers – https://www.facebook.com/MJB-Reviewers-674225486045646/?

12-Lisa Ks Book Reviews – https://www.facebook.com/lisaksbookreview/?

13-Girl With Book Lungs – https://www.facebook.com/girlwithbooklungs/?

13-A Cup Of Tea and a Cozy Mystery – https://www.facebook.com/acupofteaandacozymystery/?

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Valentine’s Day Scavenger Hunt

If you read this blog, then you love mysteries and solving them along with the various characters that are so brilliantly woven throughout the many books that I blog about.  Kathi Daley is hosting a Valentine’s Day Scavenger Hunt and someone has been murdered!  It is up to you, the readers, to solve the mystery this time.  And, the prizes are fantastic. 

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Find all the clues which will be listed on the Facebook pages listed above and figure out who the killer is, who the victim is, and which type of dance they were participating in when the murder occurred.

How does one survive this?  Well, Kathi has written a handy guide right here.  Make sure to read and study it before the dance.  It might be the only thing that keeps you alive…

One grand prize winner will receive a $50 Amazon gift card and 5 second place winners will receive their choice of Kathi Daley ebook.

The clues will be provided February 8 – 13 and the winner will be announced on February 14. The rules and links to the clues will be posted on my main author page on February 7 at https://www.facebook.com/kathidaleybooks/ 

BTB Review of The Passed Prop by Anne Hagan

The Passed Prop

by Anne Hagan

Review

passed-propI might just live in this small town that Anne has written about. Morelville, Ohio is a small farming community with people who know all the people’s private business and a downtown that needs reviving. Everyone went to school together, have worked together and have been annoyed at people together. Throw in a dead body found in the haunted house during a fund raiser and we have some great gossip and a list of suspects for this little town.

After the body of a trouble-making townsman is found in a haunted house, replacing the original manikin body prop, the town starts to question their safely. Enter Faye Crane who had been seen and heard arguing with the now dead man the night before. After her daughter, Sheriff Melissa Crane, has her mother questioned by the detective, Faye is sent on a personal mission to clear her name. After all, who could go about instigating such a gruesome death? Come to find out, a lot of people. Oh how I love small towns and their drama.

Town’s people seem to start dropping like flies and Faye asks her best friend to help her figure out who is staking the victims to death. The big surprise is where the murderer/s get the wood from and where they find the manikin prop the first time. Chloe Rossi and Faye Crane start asking questions around town, realizing not many people liked the people who are being murdered off. All of the gossip and evidence seem to be leading to the same conclusion and the connection is horrifying. I would not want to cause any problems in Morelville, let’s just say that.

Being the good sleuths they are, in true Lucy and Ethel style, they form a plan and execute it. The spy scenes are truly hilarious. Just wait until you read them. Faye and Chloe are comical. The ending is striking. It’s not a big surprise as to who did it as we have been along for the ride with these two ladies, but the take-down is cleaver. I want to high-five these ladies.

If you like snickering, being in suspense and just need an amusing book to read, this is it. I look forward to future outings with these two ladies and I hope for my sake and yours that they get into more trouble.

About The Author

anne-aAnne Hagan is an East Central Ohio based government employee by day and author by night. She and her wife live in a tiny town that’s even smaller than the Morelville of her first fiction series and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Anne’s wife grew up there and has always considered it home. Though it’s an ultra-conservative rural community, they’re surrounded there by family, longtime friends and many other wonderful people with open hearts and minds.

Anne and her wife enjoy spending time with Anne’s son and his wife, with their nieces and nephews (and their great-nephews that they’re really still too young to have but, it is what it is) and doing many of the things you’ve read about in her bestselling books or that will be ‘fictitiously’ incorporated into future Morelville Mysteries and Morelville Cozies series books. If you’ve read about a hobby or a sport in one of her books, they probably enjoy doing it themselves or someone very close to them does.

Anne is a member of the Golden Crown Literary Society (under her legal name) and the Lesbian Author’s Guild.

The ladies together are the co-owners of a commercial haunted house, Hagan’s House of Horrors. Much as her dream has always been to write fiction, her spouse’s dream has been to create it through the medium of horror.

Author Links

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAnneHagan

Website: https://annehaganauthor.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Anne_Hagan

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Get Witch Or Die Trying Review

Get Witch Or Die Trying
Spies and Spells Series Book 3
Written by Tonya Kappes

Review by BTB:

get-witch-or-die-trying-new-ebookFinding one’s calling in life is difficult. As a normal, non-magical person, I am still trying to find mine and I am almost 40! I can’t imagine having my life’s journey laid out for me in my 20’s. I also can’t imagine being a witch living in Louisville either, so…ya. Maggie Parks has the coolest life so I guess I will just live vicariously through her as I have during the prior two books. Thank goodness this third book came out. I was getting bored folding laundry. Broom at the ready!

So, Maggie has her life’s journey now and is working for SKUL. If you don’t know what that is, read the book. She’s a necromancer James Bond with a super cool vintage talking car. I know! Her family is comparable to other families only magical of course and she works with the super swoon-worthy Mick Jasper who has seemingly gotten himself into some trouble and is at the center of a murder investigation of an ex-girlfriend, girl who is a friend? It really depends on whom you ask as to what his relationship was to her. Either way, Maggie wants to clear him and Vinnie, her car, doesn’t trust him.

Where the past books focused on Maggie trying to find herself and her life’s journey, it seems like this book focuses on Maggie’s mom, Aunt Meme and Mick finding themselves. It was quite a twist. These three characters have always been presented as so put together and sure of themselves. In book three, they seem to fall apart in different ways, losing their way and needing help from others to see who they really are again. They are crippled by their own personalities in a way and their past ways of living catches up with them. They then have to rely on family and friends to lift them up and to help them piece themselves back together again. Some rediscover themselves and others find sides of themselves they never knew existed.

This made the characters relatable to me as a reader as I too am going through a rediscovery phase in my life. Every stage of life is a new discovery and that is what this book and all of the Spies and Spells books are about now that I am looking at them as a whole. As a child, you want to know what you’ll be when you “grow up.” Maggie and her sister, Lilith represents this.

When we find our supposed life work, we then go into thinking about family, possible kids and this is represented by Mrs. Parks. She goes through protecting and raising her kids as they grow up. She is sure of herself and then at a certain age when they know who they are becoming, she begins to wonder who she is again. She begins to question who she wants to be. She begins to rethink and tries to work out the bugs in her life’s journey as she sees things seemly falling apart as her family goes in different directions.

Aunt Meme, the older woman of the house, has been through the prior two stages and is now running a thriving business and happy, or so she thinks. Her thoughts go to a possible relationship after many years of being alone. She worries about her age and if this is even proper only to realize she is letting it slip away when challenged by her nemesis, Ms. Hubbard. I have seen this with my Granny too. It was always so funny to watch her flirt with that old man, God rest their souls. Older ladies can be stubborn, but then realize that time is of the essence.

Then we have Mick, a secretive, headstrong guy who has had many unfruitful relationships and has now met a gal with as many secrets as he. As they say, “it takes one to know one.” Your soul mate is someone who you can be completely open with no matter how deep or dark your secrets. They don’t judge, they just go along for the ride. But, do Mick and Maggie find this in each other? I’m not telling you, but I can say that it’s another journey discovery just like the rest.

We are taken through each of their journeys and of their rediscoveries. This book is about so much more than magic, cars and a charming guy being investigated for murder. It’s about having a breakthrough. I expected an amusing book from Ms. Kappes, but was taken into a deeply psychological manuscript. Sure, you can stay on the top level of fun, but I dare you to look into it deeper. Believe me, it will be much more meaningful. Thanks Tonya for an amazing piece of work.

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For years, USA Today bestselling author Tonya Kappes has been publishing numerous mystery and romance titles with unprecedented success. She is famous not only for her hilarious plot lines and quirky characters, but her tremendous marketing efforts that have earned her thousands of followers and a devoted street team of fans.

Giveaway:

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Author Links:
Website: http://www.tonyakappes.com/
Blog: http://tonyakappes.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authortonyakappes/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/tonyakappes11

Make sure to leave a comment below and let me know what you think. I love hearing from other readers and authors.

Have a fantastic day and happy reading!

~Sheryl Booth

Spotlight of We Wish You A Murderous Christmas by Vicki Delany

BTB Spotlight
We Wish You A Murderous Christmas
Vicki Delany

What a treat we have right before Halloween from Vicki Delany!  She has given a sneak peek of the first chapter of her November release of We Wish You A Murderous Christmas. Happy Holidays!

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Chapter 1
Decisions decisions.
Did I want hearty traditional winter fare or something to remind me of summers at the lake?
Prime rib with roasted vegetables, or grilled salmon with rice pilaf?
“You have to make up your mind sometime, Merry.” Vicky handed the waitress her menu. “I’ll have the lamb shanks, please.”
“That sounds good,” I said. “Me too.”
“You always have what I have,” Vicky said.
“That’s because I can’t decide for myself.”
The waitress returned with a bottle of nice red wine and went through the ritual of opening and tasting. We were savoring the first sips when she came back, bearing an overflowing platter, and placed it on the table. Cartoucherie: a selection of cheeses and paper-thin slices of cured meats with an assortment of pickles and nuts served with hunks of freshly baked baguette.
“That looks delicious,” Vicky said, “but you have the wrong table. We didn’t order it.”
“Complements of the chef,” the waitress said with a grin.
“Nice.” I picked a tiny knife off the tray and sliced myself a sliver of creamy blue-veined cheese. “I heard they hired a new chef. My mom says the food’s improved dramatically. Is that why you wanted to try it? Wow, this is marvelous.” I let the deep sharp flavor linger in my mouth. My taste buds did a happy dance. Then I noticed the slight flush on my best friend’s face. “Oh,” I said. “I get it.”
Vicky Casey and I were at the Yuletide Inn for a special treat of a fancy dinner. It was a Tuesday night in mid-December, and both of us were rushed off our feet at work, but Vicky had convinced me (without much difficulty, I will confess) that we needed a break in the midst of the madness of the Christmas rush. I own a shop, Mrs. Claus’s Treasures, in Rudolph, New York, which we call America’s Christmas Town. Vicky’s the owner and chief baker of Victoria’s Bake Shoppe. It was her idea to have a special girls’ night out, to relieve some of the stress of the season. Judging by the high color of her cheeks, clashing dreadfully with the lock of purple hair falling across her forehead, Vicky had an ulterior motive.
“Evening ladies,” said the deep voice of the ulterior motive.
A man stood beside our table, dressed in a chef’s uniform of white jacket and gray striped pants. The logo of the Yuletide Inn was embroidered onto the jacket, with his name written in script beneath. Mark Grosse, Executive Chef.
Every woman in town was gossiping about this man. For once the gossip was understated. He was tall and lean, with dark hair cut short, enormous brown eyes specked with flakes of green, high cheekbones, and blindingly white teeth.
“Hi,” Vicky squeaked. “Thanks for this.”
“I hope you enjoy it.” He smiled at her.
“Very nice of you,” I said. I might as well not have bothered. Neither of them were paying the slightest bit of attention to me. Chef Mark was grinning at Vicky and she was grinning back.
“Oh, uh,” Vicky said, remembering her manners at last. “Mark, this is my friend Merry Wilkinson.”
He turned to me. His smile was dazzling. “So pleased to meet you, Merry. Are you a cook also?”
“I boil a mean pot of water,” I said.
“I’ve got to get back to the kitchen,” Mark said. “Nice meeting you, Merry. I hope you recognize the baguette, Vicky.”
“Sure do,” she said.
“Have a nice meal,” he said. “Don’t forget to save room for dessert. The gingerbread cake is fabulous.” He hurried away, back to the mysterious depths of a top-ranked restaurant kitchen.
I broke off a hunk of baguette and popped it into my mouth. Crunchy on the outside, soft and dense within. Delicious. “Yours?”
“Yup. As is the gingerbread cake.”
“Does he get all his desserts from you?”
“Just the bread mostly. As my gingerbread cake is a Rudolph specialty, he buys that from me too.”
I took a sip of wine. “Nice looking guy.”
“Is he?” she said, gulping down half a glass of her own. “I hadn’t noticed.”
I glanced around the dining room. It was full, and I knew Vicky only got a reservation because they had a cancellation for a table for two. Logs burned in the large open fireplace against one wall. Next to it a tall, fat, real Douglas fir was weighted down with decorations and trimmed with delicate white lights. The tables were covered in starched white linen tablecloths, and crystal and silver glimmered in the gentle light cast by a single votive candle. The glass candleholders were trimmed with a piece of freshly-cut holly. The room was full of light and laughter, warmth and wonderful scents, and that special something which was part of the season: Christmas magic. I settled back with a contented sigh.
“How’s business?” Vicky asked.
“Mad. Absolutely mad. As they say in show business, any publicity is good publicity. All the attention the town received when that journalist was killed has helped draw in the crowds. Once they found the killer and Rudolph’s reputation was cleared, anyway. I’m worried about running out of some of my stock before Christmas.”
“That’s a good worry,” Vicky said. “Better than being stuck with stuff you can’t move.”
We wiped the cartoucherie plate clean. When the waitress took away the empty platter she asked if we wanted another bottle. Vicky and I exchanged a question before saying, “Sure!” at the same time. The lamb shanks arrived and they were delicious, served with delicate potatoes, and grilled vegetables. We lingered over our meal for a long time, simply enjoying each other’s company and the welcome chance to relax.
I’ve had more of Vicky’s gingerbread cake than I can possibly remember, but I never get enough of it. I ordered that for dessert, and Vicky had the candy cane cheesecake. The gingerbread was served under a mountain of freshly whipped cream, and the cheesecake dotted with bits of crushed candy.
“My complements to the chef,” Vicky said as we rummaged for our credit cards.
The waitress was about fifty years old, but she giggled and blushed like a teenager talking about the captain of the football team. “Isn’t he wonderful? We’re so lucky to have him.”
Vicky pulled out her phone and called for a cab. Neither of us were in any state to drive.
Then, stuffed to the gills, more than a bit tipsy, my best friend and I staggered out the restaurant door into the hotel lobby.
The lobby of the Yuletide Inn was also beautifully decorated for the season. The huge tree was hung with an array of antique (or antique-looking) ornaments; wooden soldiers stood to attention in the deep stone windowsills; red stockings hung over the fireplace; terracotta pots overflowed with pink-flowered Christmas cactus and red and white poinsettia. Glass bowls of various sizes full of silver and gold balls sat on the large round table dominating the center of the room. A charming Christmas village, complete with snow on the roofs and lighted windows in the shops and houses, was arranged on a side table.
“Hey, look who’s here,” a baritone boomed.
“Hi Dad. Mom.” Even though I’d only seen them yesterday, we exchanged enthusiastic hugs and kisses. My parents greeted Vicky the same way, and we shook hands with the couple with my parents. Jack and Grace Olsen, owners of the Yuletide Inn.
“Are you going through for dinner?” I asked. “It’s late for you, isn’t it, Dad?”
“We’ve just finished,” he said, rubbing his round belly with a satisfied smile.
“I didn’t see you in the dining room.”
“We had a private room,” Mom said. “It pays to know the boss.” The two couples were close friends.
“Dinner was exceptional,” Vicky said, patting her own firm, flat stomach. “The new chef is simply fabulous.”
Grace and Jack beamed. “We’re hearing nothing but good reports,” Jack said. “And let me tell you that’s a relief, after the last guy.” The side of one lip twisted up in disapproval. Jack was, for his age, a good looking man with a strong square jaw and dancing blue eyes.
“We’re booked solid until New Year’s Day,” Grace added. “Some people have made next year’s reservations already.”
“Glad to hear it,” Dad said. “What’s good for the Yuletide is…”
“Good for Rudolph,” we chorused.
Dad said, “Ho, ho ho.” My dad was born on December 25th and named Noel. He has plump red cheeks, a round stomach, a long white beard, a mass of curly white hair, and bushy white eyebrows. Even when he’s not wearing the costume of red suit, black belt and boots, and pom-pom tipped hat Noel Wilkinson looks exactly like a storybook Santa Claus. And Santa he is, in our town at least. Tonight he was dressed in brown corduroy slacks (circa 1980) and a red sweater sporting a design of a reindeer with springs of holly entwined in his antlers and a big red woolen pom-pom for his nose. I noticed people walking through the lobby giving him sideways glances and their faces lighting up in smiles. It was late for small children to be around, but if they were Dad would always give them a wink and a hearty, “Ho, ho, ho.”
Vicky and I laughed and leaned against each other.
Always the more serious of the pair, my mother gave me a stern look. “You are not driving, I hope.”
“We’ve called a cab, Aline,” Vicky said.
“We can give you a lift,” Dad said. “We’re leaving now.”
“Thanks, Dad, but the cab’ll be here in a minute,” I said. “We’ll wait outside. Good night.”
We headed for the front doors as Jack Olsen said, “Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the navy, and Santa Claus visited the ship. We were in the Philippines, and he was the sorriest excuse…”
He broke off with a strangled cry. I heard a loud thump followed by a resounding crash. Grace screamed, my mom gasped, and Dad yelled, “Jack!

Berkley Prime Crime/Penguin Random House
Release date: November 1, 2016

About The Author:
Vicki Delany is one of Canada’s most prolific and varied crime writers. She is the author of twenty-three published crime novels, including standalone Gothic thrillers, the Constable Molly Smith series, and the Year Round Christmas Mysteries. Under the pen name of Eva Gates she is the national bestselling author of the Lighthouse Library cozy series.
Vicki lives and writes in Prince Edward County, Ontario. She is the past president of the Crime Writers of Canada.

Vicki’s Links:
Website: www.vickidelany.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vicki.delany.1 and https://www.facebook.com/evagatesauthor/
Twitter: @vickidelany and @evagatesauthor

What’s next for Vicki:
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Look for Elementary, She Read, the first in Vicki’s new Sherlock Holmes Bookshop series, coming March 14 from Crooked Lane.

Giveaway:
A copy of We Wish You A Murderous Christmas, US only.
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