Get Cozy with DEAD MEN DON’T TALK

Well, how remiss of me. I released a new novel and didn’t tell you!

My cozy style mystery is now available on Amazon. It offers a little humor, a bit of romantic banter, some misguided sleuthing, a possible ghostly encounter and of course, the dangerous element. Take all that, combine it with a cast of quirky characters and you have the first Daisy Red-Tail Novel – DEAD MEN DON’T TALK.

DEAD MEN DON’T TALK

A Daisy Red-Tail Novel

DEB SANDERS

Words: 65,000

AMAZON

COMING FALL, 2015: Book 2, DEAD MEN CAN’T DANCE

Book Description:DeadMenFinal

A cozy style mystery with a lot of charm.

When  feisty Southern Belle and caterer, Daisy O’Connor is drawn into the search for a missing person on a Native American reservation, she realizes it will take more than Sweet Tea to make the locals talk.

Daisy swore she’d never return to Piney Creek Indian Reservation after her step-father tried to kill her, and she kept that vow for fifteen years – until her adopted Lakota grandfather summoned her to find his missing grandson. Upon arrival, Daisy uses her Southern charm to dig for information, and finds it works exceedingly well on everyone . . . except John Greyhawk, Deputy Chief of Tribal Police.

Greyhawk proves a thorn in her side as Daisy attempts to unravel the mystery behind Eddie Black Crow’s disappearance, A few “white lies” and a slice of Chocolate Cola Cake later, she determines the big brute’s heart is as cold as a frog’s behind . . . and just as unpleasant. Things turn dark when her investigation uncovers a more sinister situation, one that might send her home – in a body bag.

Added Bonus!!!
Recipe for Daisy’s Chocolate Cola Cake

Excerpt:

She stared up at the swath of twinkling lights and sighed. Atlanta’s artificial glow obliterated any chance for star gazing, making her forget how big the night sky could look.

Harry sat up, staring into the darkness. A low growl rose from his throat.

Daisy remained motionless though every muscle in her body tensed. Someone or something was out there. A form moved near the road but it was hard to see what it was in the dark. “Hello? Who’s out there?” She’d never been one to back down from a confrontation and tonight was no exception. The sound of crunching gravel alerted her to the stranger’s approach. Harry growled again, this time louder.

“Daisy Red-Tail.”

She squinted, peering into the shadows. “Yes?”

Wes Spotted Pony stepped into the dim light emanating from the window. “You used to live here. On the rez.”

She remained seated as her pulse quickened with a warning. “I did – a long time ago.”

He stepped closer. Daisy tightened her hold on Harry’s neck to keep the dog from lunging. “Where’s your car?”

“I had a flat. It’s been towed to town.”

“Too bad. You gotta be careful on the rez. It can be dangerous for a white eyes.”

“Yeah, I know. What do you want, Wes?”

His eyes flickered, a sign he didn’t expect her to know his name. “Just checking on you. Making sure you’re safe.” He snickered.

“I’m fine. Now run along home. I hear your momma callin’.”

“I like the way you talk. We don’t get a lot accents like yours around here.”

Daisy stood up. “Go home, Wes. There’s no reason for you to come any closer.”

He took another step. “Hey, baby . . . you might like being close to me. I’m a real pleaser.”

As he crossed the remaining distance between them, Harry broke free of her grasp, planting himself between her and the young Native. The distraction gave Daisy enough time to pull Grandfather’s snub nosed .38 from her purse. She aimed it at the boy’s chest. “Honey, you don’t want to mess with Southern women. We’ll rip your heart out and bake it up in a pie quicker than you can whistle Dixie.”

He stiffened as though she had struck him. “You . . . you won’t shoot me. You probably don’t even know how to fire that thing.”

She pointed the barrel upwards, fired two shots and aimed it at his forehead before he could move. “Sugah, the next round is gonna light up your head like the Fourth of July unless you start walking away right now.”

His hands flew up as he scurried backward in a panic. “Okay, okay. I didn’t mean nothin’.”

Within seconds, the night engulfed his figure but a menacing threat floated through the air. “You’re gonna be sorry about this. Mark my word.”

After a few minutes, Daisy returned to the step. She slid the gun into her purse, surprised to find her hand shaking. Harry sat beside her like a bodyguard, staring into the shadows.

“I think we just made an enemy. It might not be safe for you to sleep outside tonight.”

Amber eyes studied her with a keen sense of understanding. He lay down next to Daisy, resting his head on her knee as she wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Thanks for having my back, Harry. You’re the only male I trust.”

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About Debra S. Sanders

Debra is an RV nomad, traveling full time with her husband, dog and cat. She writes, hikes, star gazes and explores myth, lore and curiosities from America's back roads. She also indulges in colorful sunsets and good wine.