Blondie and the Hitman
by Kathy
Shaw
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BLURB:
If
Dead Men Could Talk…
When
a busty Blonde with amnesia barrels into Private Investigator Darla Bodecker’s
life, Darla decides to help a bimbo out. She must use all her unique PI skills
to discover Blondie’s true identity before the Russian Mob captures her.
Come
along for the wild and crazy ride when
Darla uses a big dose of humor and a little dash of romance to solve Blondie’s
mystery.
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Excerpt :
C H A P T E R O N E
There I was sitting in Pete’s Diner enjoying my second cup
of morning coffee—okay, maybe it was my eighth—when out of nowhere a pair of
double-D silicone boobs came into my line of vision. A second later, the blond
bombshell attached to said boobies slid into the booth opposite me. Now, mind
you, I’m not opposed to self-enhancements. Twenty years ago, I even considered
a nip or tuck here and there myself. But shrink wrapping them in a two-size too
small pink tank top screams “Look at me! Look at me!”
“Darla Bodecker?” she asked, her voice soft, sweet with a
hint of panic thrown in for flavor. Which was shocking considering her looks. I
was expecting something closer to the deep-throated purr of Jessica Rabbit.
Confusion must have flickered across my expressive eyes.
(Everybody tells me how expressive my eyes are, so I’ve learned to embrace it.)
“Darla Bodecker, the detective?” she asked again.
The innocent voice coming from the hoochie-mama body sitting
across from me was still a little disconcerting, but I was getting used to it.
“Yep, that’s me. Who’s asking?”
She wet her lips nervously. “I don’t know.”
I waited for her to embellish. She didn’t. A clumsy silence
hung in the air between us, like when someone rips a loud one and everyone is
waiting to see how bad it’s going to stink. I pulled out a menthol light
cigarette and lit it. Menthol for my breath and light because I’m trying to cut
back on my tar intake. “Is this like ‘Who’s on first?’ ‘cause I’m not in the
mood.”
Blondie looked down at the red Formica table top separating
us. “No, as in I don’t know who I am.”
Review:
~ Received a copy for an honest review~
Need a little humor with a mystery? You will get it right in this book! This book will have you reading it more than once! You don't want to miss this one!
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Kathy Shaw is
a female version of a true Southern-bred good ol' boy. Her first love is her
family, but her writing comes in a close second. She is multi-published in
romance, but is currently working on a zany new mystery series.
She writes
romantic comedies, humorous mysteries and playful erotica. The common thread in
her writing is hands-down her humor.
She
attributes a goodly amount of her success to her killer critique group. Her
husband, however, credits it to her wacky--sometimes warped--sense of humor.
But he's an Aggie, so what does he know?
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