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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
COMING FALL, 2015: Book 2, DEAD MEN CAN’T DANCE
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.
Recipe for Daisy’s Chocolate Cola Cake
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.
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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The Cats that Played the Market
Book 4 – The Cats that . . .
Cozy Mystery Series
Karen Anne Golden
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Date of Publication: November 25, 2014
Number of pages: 296
Word Count: 37,384
Cover Artist: Christy Carlyle of Gilded Heart Design
They’re back! Scout, Abra, Iris, Lilac and Abby — the cats you’ve grown to love — are once again caught up in intrigue and mayhem.
A blizzard blows into Indiana, bringing gifts, gala events, and a ghastly murder to heiress Katherine “Katz” Kendall. It’s Katherine’s birthday, and she gets more than she bargains for when Colleen and her mum visit the Victorian mansion to celebrate. Handsome boyfriend Jake adds to the joys of the season.
After all hell breaks loose at the Erie Museum’s opening, Katherine and her five cats unwittingly stumble upon clues that help solve a mystery. But has Scout lost her special abilities? Or will Katz find that another one of her amazing felines is a super-sleuth? With the cats providing clues, it’s up to Katherine and her friends to piece together the murderous puzzle . . . before the town goes bust!
Available at Amazon
Series Reading Order
The Cats that Surfed the Web
The Cats that Chased the Storm
The Cats that Told a Fortune
The Cats that Played the Market
Katherine ran to her car, opened the door, and jumped in. Nervously fumbling with the clasp on her crossover bag, she extracted her cell and called Jake. “I’ve got an emergency,” she said breathlessly. “Chief London wants me out of town.”
“Why?” Jake asked in disbelief.
Katherine turned the ignition, floored the accelerator, and peeled out on Main Street. “I’m heading to the pink mansion now. I don’t have time to explain.”
“Katz, I’m not far. I’ll meet you there and help corral the cats. We’ll decide later where to go.”
“Colleen’s with Daryl, but her mum’s home. Park in back and use your key to the basement. I’ll see you in a few.”
Driving in front of the house, she was shocked to see a red pickup blocking her parking spot. Surely that’s not the stolen vehicle, she thought.
Quickly getting out of the car, she rushed up the steps to the front porch landing. She was startled when Colleen’s mum opened the door.
“Hello, Katz. I was just headin’ to the kitchen to make a bit of tea,” she slurred.
Katherine took one whiff of Mum’s breath and knew she’d been drinking. “Is everything okay?” she asked worriedly.
“Why do you ask, dear? You look like you’ve been touched by a banshee!”
“Whose truck is that?”
“I’ve been talkin’ a bit of treason with your friend from the library. They’re waitin’ for you in the living room. I’ll fix some tea.”
Katherine took Mum by the arm. “Come with me,” she insisted. She directed her to the stairwell.
Mum resisted. “Whatever ‘tis the matter?”
Katherine said firmly, “Shhh! Lower your voice. Go to your room and lock the door. I only have one friend from the library, and Michelle doesn’t drive a red pickup with out of state plates.”
“Oh, it’s somebody else. I didn’t catch their name. What’s goin’ on?”
“I beg of you. Just do as I ask,” Katherine implored. “When you get to your room, call Colleen and tell her to not come back to the house until she hears from me.”
“In the name of all the saints,” Mum said, as she staggered upstairs.
Katherine sprinted past Mum to her back hallway bedroom. She was alarmed to see the door standing wide-open. She had specifically shut the door so the cats wouldn’t bother Colleen’s mum while she was away.
“Dammit,” she said, surveying the room. The cats were not there. She pulled the Glock out of the gun safe and joined Mum outside her door.
“You’re not goin’ to use that thing, are you?” Mum said frantically. “Why don’t we call the police?”
“I’m going to call the police! Please relax,” Katherine reassured and then, with rising alarm in her voice, “Where are the cats?”
“The last time I saw them, they were toastin’ their buns on the kitchen register.”
“Hurry! Get in your room.”
Mum finally went in and locked the door.
Katherine yanked her cell out of her bag and called Chief London. “I think the stolen vehicle is parked in front of my house,” she said anxiously. “It’s a red pickup.”
“Katz, stay in your vehicle. Do NOT go inside,” the chief ordered. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“That’s a problem because I’m already inside.” She disconnected the call and tapped Jake’s number. It rang and rang, then went into voice mail. “Don’t come. Chief’s on his way.” She put the cell in her back pocket.
Gripping the Glock with both hands, she cautiously walked downstairs. Suspecting the person in the living room was armed, Katherine swiftly searched downstairs, leaving the living room for last. She had to get to the cats in the kitchen, and shut that door so they wouldn’t run into the living room. Entering the kitchen, she was shocked to find the cats weren’t on the register or on the window valance. Oh, my God. They’re in the living room with a murderer.
About the Author:
Karen Anne Golden released her first book, “The Cats that Surfed the Web,” in December 2013. In one year, she added three other books to The Cats that …Cozy Animal Mystery series. “The Cats That Played the Market” is the fourth book.
Karen received a bachelor’s degree in History/Education from Columbus College, Columbus, Georgia. She obtained a master’s degree in anthropology at Purdue University, and then conducted ethnographic field research (all-but-the Ph.D. dissertation) in Brighton Beach, New York.
When she decided that an academic career wasn’t for her, she worked for a major computer company, riding the subway from Brooklyn to mid-town Manhattan. But her heart wasn’t in the big city. Karen saved for years until she was able to buy a Victorian house in Indiana.
Now she lives in a Queen Anne built in 1897; it’s a “painted lady” with four colors in the paint scheme. She’s spent many hours restoring her beloved house. With the house finished, she has time to do what she’s passionate about — writing. She has opened her house to many cats, mostly “rescues.”