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Book Title: IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE!
Series: Mel Thompson Book Two
Author: Kathleen Allen
Published: November, 2012
PURCHASE
IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE!
BLURP AND INFO
IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE!
Mel Thompson, P.I., former cop returns in her second murder case. It's the first case she's taken since she almost died at the hands of the murderer from her last case, three months ago. Things are looking up a bit though, her cop boyfriend moved back in, the back surgery she had seems to have dulled the pain in her leg and she's working as an intern in a fashion house in order to catch a murderer. The fashion world is an alien one to Mel but she's eager to learn in order to figure out who killed an up and coming designer who just happened to be the sister of the senior buyer. Mel plans on being an intern for a few weeks, getting the information she needs and getting out. She didn't plan on actually liking the people in the fashion house. And she didn't plan on being in harm's way, again.
The first book in the Mel Thompson series is IF IT'S MONDAY, IT MUST BE MURDER! Published in September, 2011 by Gypsy Shadow Publishing. This is the second book in the series. IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE available as a Ebook now.
EXCERPT
IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE!
I looked at the calendar on my smartphone. Three months to the day. I shuddered, thinking about how close I came to never waking up again. As a cop I'd been in dangerous situations and I never thought about dying until the day I was shot. Two years ago. I flexed my left leg. The surgery on my back had helped the pain, but the leg was still stiff at times-especially on a day like today, with rain coming down. Yesterday had been beautiful, one of those days that promised warm days ahead with plenty of sunshine and blue skies abound. Well, that was yesterday. Today the gloomy skies put me in a bad mood. At least it's not snowing again. I limped to the closet, opened it and rummaged inside for a T-shirt that read: FRODO LIVES, and a long denim skirt. I spotted my cane propped up in the corner and shook my head at it.
"No, you are not seeing the light of day ever again!" I told it, slamming the closet door shut.
"Who you talking to, Mel?" Byron came into the bedroom, two mugs of coffee in his hands. His caramel-colored skin glowed with health. I gritted my teeth. Sometimes it was difficult to be around non-disabled people, even if one of those people was your cop boyfriend, who lived with you.
"No one, thanks for the coffee."
He pointed to the T-shirt. "Nice shirt, not sure it'll make the right impression on the loo though."
"What are you talking about?" I heard the snappish tone in my voice but chose to ignore it.
"Don't you have an appointment with Lieutenant Fitzpatrick this morning to talk about being a cop again?"
"I did." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I took a sip of coffee and nodded to show my approval of the strength of it. Byron tended to make his coffee too weak.
"Glad you like the coffee, I had to water mine down with lots of cream and sugar to drink it." He eyed me. His brown eyes were full of concern. I looked away from his stare. The one thing I hated more than anything was pity. I wouldn't tolerate that from Byron.
"Tell me, Mel."
A shrug. "I canceled the appointment. I'm not ready to go back yet." I don't know if I will ever be ready.
He reached for my hand but I pulled away cupping both hands around my mug. I stared out at the rain dripping down the upstairs window. The sky is crying.
"I thought you were looking forward to getting back in uniform." Byron stood up putting his mug on the dresser as he opened one drawer after another obviously looking for something.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"My blue socks, they go with my shirt," he said.
I pointed to the top drawer. "You are the only one I know that matches his socks to his shirt." He opened the drawer, rooted around and found the pair he wanted. He held them up like they were a prize.
He sat down at the bench situated at the end of the bed to put the socks on. "I like to be color-coordinated, gives a more professional image."
"You mean, unlike me?" I snarled. I was aching for a fight, a knock-down, drag out of a fight. Anything to stop this hole I felt myself sliding into.
"Mel, what's up?" He came over and sat next to me. He put an arm around my shoulders. "Are you upset about your leg not being better?"
I swallowed before answering. "It was better right after the surgery. I thought-I thought I could do PT and then I'd get my old life back. But it's been over three months since the surgery and I still have a limp." I sat up straighter. "And on days like this, rainy, damp days, the pain is there." He looked worried, his dark brows knitted together as he contemplated me. I shook my head. "No, it's not bad pain, not like before. It's like a toothache that never ends." I turned my face away, staring at the carpet. "I have to face reality, Byron. I'm never going to be a cop again."
- About the Author
I am an urban faerie born without wings but I fly on the wings of imagination tethered to this mortal coil. Moonlight sustains me and sunlight devours me. Stars swim in my eyes and my soul bleeds on a daily basis. I am a writer.
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