Murder is Scheduled for Monday. What’s on your Agenda?

FIRST DAY RELEASE! Loads of NEW cozy mysteries to enjoy. Only #99cents or #Free with Kindle Unlimited. The second set in the Diehard Dames Amateur Detective series: MURDER IS SCHEDULED FOR MONDAY. /mybook.to/DiehardDames2

Get ready for more cozy mysteries!

Step up and enjoy a delectable feast of cozy mysteries with these Diehard Dames. Our stubborn and determined female amateur detectives will prove they aren’t the weaker sex – regardless of their age or physical abilities – especially when it comes to cleverness and brain power. Come along as our ladies solve (at least) five different dire dilemmas. Will their ‘helpers’ and the professional detectives get in the way? Read on and find out!

MURDER IS SCHEDULED FOR MONDAY, a savory selection of ‘Whodunnits’ by some of your favorite award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Authors, perfect to enjoy any day of the week.

NEW! Dani Haviland: Never a Dull Murder (An Arlie Undercover Cozy Mystery)
How do you solve a murder when there is no weapon, witnesses or DNA? The case gets even more difficult for the Anchorage detective when he gets ‘help’ from the victim’s friends…and an adorable bear cub!

Winifred’s secret lover was safe in Witness Protection until someone found him, trashed his garden, and ended his life. Will amateurs solve the case or get in the way?

NEW! Denise Devine: Shot in the Dark (Book 1 – Girl Friday Cozy Mystery Series)
Tall, dark, and classically handsome, the private detective’s ego is bigger than his brain. Will his Girl Friday step up and solve his case – and get him out of the county jail?

Meet Stella James: She’s out-of-work, dead broke, and out of options until she snags a job as an office go-fer with her stepbrother, Randy, a private investigator. He’s tall, dark, and classically handsome, but his ego is bigger than his brain and it soon gets him a free vacation at the county jail when one of his female clients ends up murdered – in his bed. Stella is faced with a choice – find the real killer or risk losing not only her new job but her boss as well.

Susanne Matthews: Prove It!
High school sports can be more dangerous than you think!

When Liam ignores the threats to stop running, he’s left for dead by a hit and run driver. When his friend investigates, he goes missing. Now it’s up to Hannah to find the missing boy and whoever is responsible for his disappearance before they strike again.

NEW! Nancy Radke: Any Lucky Dog Can Find a Missing Child
Who killed the town’s favorite coach?

Sometimes help comes with curves and other times with four paws. Will the new sheriff be smart enough to accept their assistance in searching for the farmer’s eight-year-old son?

NEW! Katy Walters: A Duke’s Binding Love
The Chief Librarian has been murdered. Could the seventh Duke of Pemberton convince his fellows that a young woman was the best replacement? A Regency Time Travel story.

His Grace, Augustus William George Ashbury, the seventh Duke of Pemberton, is horrified when informed of the brutal murder of his Chief Librarian. Not only has he lost a friend but also the only man he knew who had the knowledge and skill to renovate the ancient books in the Duke’s library. Augustus has his staff, family, and friends search high and low for an able substitute but to no avail.
But then his steward discovers a possible replacement. However, there are three stumbling blocks. The first is the replacement of a young woman. Would the male members tolerate a female assistant? The second setback is the young lady lives two centuries in the future. Gus has the means to overcome the first two issues, but the last obstacle is the most difficult; how would the woman react?

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Here’s a sneak peek at Prove It!

Knowing his mother was probably pacing the house and checking the clock every two minutes, he crossed the road and turned west, heading back to the farm. With the wind at his back, he would be home well within the time he’d allowed himself. He’d only gone a mile or so when the skies opened once more, showering him with a cold drizzle, but he barely broke stride. Running in the rain was nothing new, but at the moment, it felt as if he were caught inside a cloud, making visibility poor. If Mom was looking outside, her anxiety meter had gone sky high.

He was less than a hundred yards from his own driveway when the bright LED lights of an approaching vehicle blinded him. There weren’t many of the newer trucks or SUVs in the area, and given the height of the lights, it had to be one of those. Blinking rapidly since the beams pierced his eyes with their intensity, he slowed his pace and relaxed. Despite the mist, there was no way the driver could miss him—his jacket had to be lit up like a Christmas tree.

Liam chuckled softly. Whoever was behind the wheel probably thought he was some kind of idiot. He didn’t care. There was something exciting about braving the elements. The lights vanished as the vehicle disappeared in a trough on the hilly section of the road. Lost in the music, Liam was startled when the lights appeared again, moving toward him faster than they should be. What kind of fool sped under these conditions?

His inner sense of preservation warned him, and after yanking the earbuds out, he inched farther to the side of the road, but the dark pick-up increased its speed. Liam sucked in a breath, surprised by how cold he suddenly felt. The tension in his gut increased. Terror filled him as that note came back to him. Who knew he would be running tonight? Everyone. As Erik had reminded him, his routine was well-known.

Tamping down his panic, Liam moved as far to the edge of the ditch as he could. Unless the driver were under duress and had lost control of his vehicle, which was unlikely given the road conditions, whoever was behind that wheel was aiming right for him. If this was some crazy game of chicken, he wasn’t interested in playing. And if that’s what this was, then the jacket his mother had thought would protect him had just made him a target—a great, big, neon-orange bullseye.

Waving his arms frantically and screaming his lungs out, he stopped within a few yards of his own laneway, standing as close to the slippery edge as he dared, praying he wouldn’t end up at the bottom of the embankment. It was a moot point when the dark-colored truck caught him in the stomach, veered away from the edge of the road, and tossed him into the air as if he were nothing but a rag doll. The full frontal impact with the pavement snapped his head back uncomfortably, his melon bouncing twice before coming to rest on the blacktop, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, his chest on fire, filling him with agony.

The sound of a metal door slamming kept him from succumbing to the darkness all around him. Everything seemed surreal. Was that the hoot of an owl? Footsteps, slow and measured, the click of hard heels on the pavement, floated toward him. The driver was coming to help him. Liam wanted to turn over, to sit up. He couldn’t stay here on the road like this, but his body refused to obey him. The footsteps advanced. Why weren’t they running, hurrying toward him?

A foot caught him in the ribs, adding to his suffering, and flipped him onto his back. Blood from what was most likely his broken nose and the various cuts and scrapes on his face slipped into his mouth, the coppery taste making him gag. Didn’t Mom always say head wounds bled more than any others?

A low moan escaped him, the sound swallowed by the ambient sound of the wind and the truck engine. Liam opened his eyes, but with the blood in them and the rain on his face, he couldn’t focus. All he could make out were the silver-capped, pointed toes of black leather cowboy boots, their heels shining incongruously in the light from the flashlight aimed at his face.

“Too bad you didn’t listen, kid,” a gravelly voice said. “Didn’t want it to come to this. It’s nothing personal, but you pissed off the wrong people.”

The pointed boot caught him forcefully in the ribs again, bringing with it excruciating pain, raising his body up and then letting it flop back down again. The back of his head struck the tarmac hard, sending knives of agony racing along his spine, this anguish almost too much to handle.

Departing footsteps, as slow and measured as they’d been before, echoed on the road, and the vehicle door slammed shut once more. The truck moved away until the sound of the engine was just a memory. He fought to open his eyes, but the rain intensified, as if Mother Nature shared his distress.

Deep cold and numbness erased some of the pain. Was this how it all ended? Thoughts of his mother flooded him. She would never get over this. Losing both her sons at nineteen was more than any mother could handle—and his dad? He would blame himself for not leaving the car.

The owl—was it the one he’d heard earlier?—hooted again. Blood filled his mouth and throat, making it harder to breathe, harder to swallow, and he choked. He tried to turn his head to the side, move his body to crawl off the cold, wet surface, but nothing worked. Where was he? In the middle of the road? The truck had flung him up in the air like garbage and left him to die. Why? What could he have done to deserve this? Would the next vehicle even see him?

An engine, one badly in need of tuning, approached, its steady throb moving closer and closer. It would be upon him in no time. His head swam. This was it. Gone without ever realizing any of his dreams. The blackness edged closer, threatening to take him with it, but Liam fought to stay conscious. On the verge of losing the battle, the squeal of brakes pulled him back.

“Oh God, Liam,” his father’s cry penetrated his consciousness, the agony in his voice almost too much to bear.

Liam wanted to speak, wanted to tell his father how much he loved him and how sorry he was for everything, but he couldn’t fight anymore, and the pain and blackness overtook him.

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