Three
Days to Forever Blog Tour
About the
Author
Lauren
Carr is the best-selling author of the Mac Faraday Mysteries, which
takes place in Deep Creek Lake, Maryland. Three
Days to Forever is
the ninth installment in the Mac Faraday Mystery series.
In
addition to her series set on Deep Creek Lake, Lauren Carr has also
written the Lovers in Crime Mysteries, which features prosecutor
Joshua Thornton with homicide detective Cameron Gates, who were
introduced in Shades
of Murder, the third
book in the Mac Faraday Mysteries. They also make an appearance in
The Lady Who Cried
Murder.
Three
Days to Forever
introduces Lauren Carr’s latest series
detectives,
Murphy Thornton and Jessica Faraday in the Thorny Rose Mysteries.
Look for the first installment in this series in Spring 2015.
The
owner of Acorn Book Services, Lauren is also a publishing manager,
consultant, editor, cover and layout designer, and marketing agent
for independent authors. This year, several books, over a variety of
genre, written by independent authors will be released through the
management of Acorn Book Services, which is currently accepting
submissions. Visit Acorn Book Services website for more information.
Lauren
is a popular speaker who has made appearances at schools, youth
groups, and on author panels at conventions. She also passes on what
she has learned in her years of writing and publishing by conducting
workshops and teaching in community education classes.
She
lives with her husband, son, and three dogs on a mountain in Harpers
Ferry, WV.
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About the
Book:
Title:
Three Days to ForeverAuthor:
Lauren CarrPublisher:
Acorn Book ServicesPages:
466Genre:
MysteryFormat:
Paperback/Kindle
In
this latest Mac Faraday Mystery from best-selling mystery author
Lauren Carr, readers will embark on a rollercoaster adventure with
old friends (including the Lovers in Crime team of Prosecutor Joshua
Thornton and Homicide Detective Cameron Gates), but also meet new
ones as Mac Faraday’s daughter Jessica Faraday and Joshua
Thornton’s son Murphy Thornton join the team in the race to get the
love birds to the altar!
With
three days left to the year, Deep Creek Lake is hopping with holiday
vacationers and wedding guests pouring into the Spencer Inn for Mac
Faraday and Archie Monday’s huge wedding ceremony which is being
touted as the social event of the year.
But
droopy flowers and guests who failed to RSVP are the least of Mac’s
and Archie’s problems when a professional hit squad hits Spencer
Manor to send the groom, Joshua Thornton, Archie’s mother, and
Gnarly running for their lives.
With
time running out to the big day, Mac Faraday and Spencer’s small
police force have to sort through the clues to figure out not only
who has been targeted for assassination, but also who is determined
to stop everything … FOREVER!
“Lauren
Carr’s mystery novels are indeed one of my go-tos when I’m
looking for a good whodunit.” –Reviewer: Shana Benedict,
ABookVacation Book Reviews.
“Lauren
Carr does a good job of moving the quirky storyline along nicely with
an abundance of witty dialogue. And you have no idea who the good
guys are and who the bad guys are until the end." - Reviewer:
Every Free Chance Book Reviews.
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It has been one crazy winter pattern where I am so this was a nice book to settle in with. Keeps you guessing, keeps you glued and keep you needing more! The authors talent shows extremly well in her work. This is a series, and now I am going to back track to catch all the books! I strongly recommend that you grab this book, you will diffidently enjoy it just as much as I have!
**Received for an honest review*
Book
Excerpt:
How
many years have I lived here, and I still don’t know where Archie
puts the scissors?
After
closing the drawer in the nightstand on his side of the bed, Mac gave
up and twisted around to grasp the designer tag hanging from under
his armpit. Hoping to not tear a hole in the new blue sweater that
his daughter, Jessica, had given him for Christmas, he gave it a
sharp tug.
The
tag gave way, but the plastic “do-hickey” that kept it attached
to the sweater didn’t.
Rats!
From
where he was sprawled out in the center of the bed, Gnarly cocked his
head at him.
“I
don’t suppose you could bite it off without putting a hole in this
sweater, huh, Gnarly?”
Mac
studied the label he had torn off. Dolce & Gabbana.
Never
heard of them. But if Jessica bought it, it has to be expensive, and
she’ll have a fit if I put a hole in it. Mac went into the master
bathroom in search of nail clippers.
Gnarly’s
bark, and then his jump between the bed and the door, prompted Mac to
forget the do-hickey hanging under his armpit. After grabbing his gun
from the drawer in the nightstand, he followed Gnarly down the stairs
to the two-
story
foyer, out the cut-glass front door, and onto the front porch. Mac
clutched his weapon behind his back. When Gnarly, sitting at his
side, uttered a low growl, Mac tightened his grip and watched the
sedan slowly make its way around the circular driveway before coming
to a halt at the bottom of the porch steps.
When
the elderly driver stepped out of the car, Mac placed her and the
car.
Agnes
Douglas. Archie’s mother.
No
wonder Gnarly had growled. He never had liked her very much ... and
the feeling was mutual.
Shoving
aside his fears about the safety of Archie, his family, and their
friends, Mac forced a wide grin onto his face.
After
shoving the gun into the back waistband of his pants and covering it
up with his sweater, he hurried down the steps to take the
white-haired woman into his arms. Like her only daughter, she was
petite. She fell two inches short of five feet tall, and Mac had to
bend over to hug her. In her heavy dark blue winter coat and thick
snow boots, she resembled a blue snow man.
Shouldn’t
she be with Archie and the bridesmaids getting their hair done at the
salon? Oh well, Agnes goes and does what she wants when she wants.
Best not to question.
“Agnes,
I’m so glad to see you.” Mac clasped her arm, slipped his other
arm around her waist, and guided her across the slick ice, up the
steps, and inside.
At
the top of the steps, Gnarly backed away. Agnes had made it quite
clear to Gnarly that he was only allowed to look at, but not touch,
her.
“I
told her that I had one of my headaches.” At the top of the porch
steps, she turned to Mac. She tilted her head back to peer up at him
from over the top of her glasses. She paused to look him up and then
down, and then she noticed that he was wearing only his bedroom
slippers without any socks. “What are you doing outside in two feet
of snow and ice without boots on?”
“I
heard you coming and didn’t want you to slip on the ice.”
Agnes’
head bobbed up and down while she chastised him. “Do I look like I
need your help? I haven’t broken a hip yet. Archie depends on you.
What good are you going to do her dropping dead from pneumonia?”
Unable
to come up with an answer, Mac shrugged.
Willing
Gnarly out of her way, she opened the front door.
“I
hope you have the tea ready.” Grabbing him by the elbow, she
ushered him inside. Gnarly was barely able to slip inside before she
slammed the door.
“Actually,”
Mac said as gently as possible, “I was on my way out.”
Her
head snapped up to glare at him. “What do you mean you were on your
way out?”
“One
of my groomsmen and I have an appointment with the tailor.” Mac
looked down at the tiny elderly woman who stood before him in the
middle of the living room. She clasped her handbag with both hands in
front of her.
Like
a referee at a boxing match, Gnarly sat between them, looking from
one to the other.
“Did
I do something to upset you, Agnes?”
“I
think it’s best if we lay out our ground rules before you marry
Archie,” she said.
Sensing
a battle, Mac folded his arms across his chest. He was physically
setting up a barrier. “Okay, Agnes. Shoot.”
“To
be blunt,” Agnes said in a tone devoid of emotion,
“I’m
giving this marriage five years. Archie refuses to tell me how much
you’re paying for this huge three-ring circus, but I hope you’ll
think it’s worth it when you only get five years on your
investment.”
“Five
years? Investment?” Mac chuckled. “With all due respect—”
Agnes’
hand shot up. She shook her head. “Don’t give me that
all-due-respect crap. I’ve had seven children, six boys.
Archie’s
daddy keeled over with a heart attack when she was only five years
old. Since that time, I’ve been ’round the block so much that I
wore a rut in it and”—she shook her finger at him—“I learned
ages ago that when someone says to me ‘with all due respect,’
they’re not giving me an ounce of it.”
“I
don’t consider Archie to be an investment,” Mac said through
gritted teeth. “And to be blunt, I don’t think you know enough
about our relationship to be in a position to make any sort of
prediction about the success or lack of success of our marriage.”
“Archie
has spent the last dozen years of her life hiding out in this
mansion, taking care of your mother,” Agnes said.
“Then,
she’s spent the last few years in your bed. Now,” she glanced him
up and down, “you’re a very attractive man, and I’m sure Archie
wouldn’t want to marry you if you weren’t good in bed. I’m sure
all of that money adds to your appeal, but there’s more to lifelong
happiness than sex and money. There’s character, and marriage with
a man who has no character—”
Mac
stepped toward her. “What gives you the right to comment on my
character?”
As
if to voice his agreement, Gnarly barked.
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