New Mysteries – June 2018

By Kate on June 27, 2018 • ( 0 )

Release Date: June 12, 2018

ISBN: 9781683315803

First Lines: My colleagues burst through the library doors, weighted down by gravestones, skeletons, and a giant black spider.

I’ve never been a big lover of Halloween, mainly because, frankly, I don’t consider being scared at all fun.

Clearly, in that I am the minority.

Rockets Dead Glare (Novella) by Lynn Cahoon

Release Date: June 5, 2018

ISBN: B078LQ9ZLG (Kindle)

First Lines: Power Corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Truer words were never spoken, especially in small towns where big fish rule.

As The Christmas Cookie Crumbles by Leslie Budewitz

Release Date: June 8, 2018

ISBN: 9780738752419

First Lines: “Oh, Pooh.” I pointed at the label on the big gray tub of Christmas lights at my feet. “This box goes to Jewel Bay Antiques. ‘Spose they got ours instead?”

“Does it matter?” Adam, my sweetie, asked.

Thrill Girl by Jack Curran

Release Date: June 1, 2018

ISBN: 9781732199712

First Lines: Susan Baldwin stared down at her legs. Tiny red dots speckled her white pumps and nylon stockings and wrapped around her left ankle like a macabre tattoo.

Murder Made To Order by Lena Gregory

Release Date: June 19, 2018

ISBN: 9781516104635

First Lines: “Fools!” Savannah Mills swiveled back and forth on a stool at the All-Day Breakfast Café counter and tapped a steady rhythm against the butcher-block countertop with her long, powder blue nails. “Every last one of them.”

Staged 4 Murder by J.C. Eaton

Release Date: June 26, 2018

ISBN: 9781496708595

First Lines: The wet sponge that hung over the Valley of the Sun, sapping my energy and making my life a misery for the past three months, wrung itself dry and left by the end of September. Unfortunately, it was immediately replaced by something far more aggrivating than monsoon weather—my mother’s book club announcement.

A Lady’s Guide To Etiquette And Murder by Dianne Freeman

Release Date: June 26, 2018

ISBN: 9781496716873

First Lines: Black—no. Black—no. Black crepe? Oh, heavens no! I bundled the offending gowns and dropped them on a bench for my maid to dispose of, then glanced around my dressing room. One word described it—mourning.