Showing posts with label #MurderSheWrote. Show all posts
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Monday, September 2, 2019

A Stabbing...A Jewel Theft...As if Jillian’s Wedding isn’t Enough to Think About

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The Ruby of Siam 
Book 7


When Jillian and Teddy travel to London with her wedding attendants, they find themselves embroiled in a jewel heist with a man left stabbed to death. Can they solve the crimes in the midst of Jillian’s wedding plans? An old acquaintance from San Diego offers his help, but will it be enough to solve the mystery? Perhaps the jewel has a curse.


PROLOGUE

Lucas Sansurin crouched in a thick cluster of trees along a dark stretch of road on the outskirts of London and waited. He used the back of his hand to wipe beads of sweat from his brow. The anxiety of pulling off the heist increased moment by moment. The treasure he had so long pursued was within his grasp...only a few more moments before the courier would arrive. He was ready.
To mark the arranged meeting place, he’d dragged a fallen tree branch to block the car’s path. Yes, with one simple diversion, The Ruby of Siam would be his – the legendary stone believed to bring success and invulnerability to its possessor. Soon, he, Lucas Sansurin, an utter failure in the eyes of the world for his entire thirty-two miserable years, would be that single powerful owner.
The sound of a vehicle approaching caused him to stiffen. When the headlights grew brighter, Lucas inhaled and slowly released his breath.
As the car neared, Lucas took out a small flashlight and checked his wristwatch to confirm the time. The thief stepped from where he’d hidden and waved his arms, a signal for the black Renault to slow and pull over.
He would concoct a story of being stranded if the leather-jacketed figure inside was not his friend. The tires squealed to an abrupt stop where Lucas now stood on the side of the road. He approached cautiously as the driver rolled down the passenger window.
Even in the darkness, Lucas recognized the longtime friend of his family. Without a word, Lucas reached inside the car and removed the brown paper bag from the front seat. His eyes never left the face of his collaborator who simply nodded. This friend, the thief realized, had risked the possibility of losing his job to help him.
The accomplice rolled up the window and drove away as Lucas stepped back and watched the car disappear.
Now the Ruby of Siam belonged to him. The bag felt weighty. He smiled to himself, and was relieved the plan had succeeded. Then he placed the small sack inside his jacket and dashed to his bicycle hidden in the thicket, eager for home and safety.
Before setting off, Lucas took the bag from his jacket, opened it and took the necklace out. He stroked every facet, marveling at his prize. Relishing the taste of his coup, he thought of how his luck would change, how he’d finally bring a better life to his beloved wife and children.
He pulled the amulet over his head and tucked the treasure beneath his linen shirt. The ruby radiated warmth – a sure sign of the stone’s power. Now honor and respect would return to him. He wadded the sack into a tight ball, stuck it in an outside pocket, and peddled with haste back to his village.
Dawn crept from the horizon as he approached the tiny hovel where his loved ones awaited. He flinched at the sound of a vehicle coming from behind. Had someone followed him?
His heart caught in his chest at the thought of losing his prize. In a mad breathless dash, he reached the alleyway and hid in the shadows. Back against the wall, he waited for the menace to pass.
In the dim light, he realized it was not the accomplice. Fear washed over him. Someone appeared to be searching for him.
With a final glance at his house, Lucas turned his bike and rode north another hour to the most populated place he could think of to seek the shelter of anonymity and divert danger away from his dear ones – Heathrow Airport, London’s busiest hub for travelers.

CHAPTER ONE


Prentice knelt on one knee and held my hands – the proposal was about to begin.
To sit in his lovely parlor underneath a 15th century painting put me in a dreamlike state. My heart raced, but I managed to keep composed. Teddy, my Yorkie companion, lay asleep beside me, worn out from the New Year’s Eve party that had now ended.
“Jillian, darling, I realize I promised you a special proposal.” He kissed my hand. “But with my competitor leaving so abruptly I thought I’d better get your answer tonight. Will you marry me? I’ll give you the world if you’ll say yes.”
For a moment, a twinge of pain stabbed my heart. It left as quickly as it came after I realized that Prentice was the one with whom I wished to be. A previous suitor, Vincent Fontaine, was on his way to South America – I’d probably never see him again.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” I gave him a long tender kiss. Such happiness washed over me that I wanted to shout the news to everyone I knew. I was going to be Mrs. Prentice Duvall, wife of a noted art dealer. Wife again – no longer a widow. Life would be different.
The “Ask Jillian” column held the copyright for ongoing syndication – no more articles to write. Deadlines over. Problem solved. Things always worked out when I gave troubles to God. Now I must trust Him with a second marriage.
Prentice joined me on the sofa and put his arms around me.
It caused Teddy to stir, but he fell back asleep.
Holding me tight, my fiancĂ© spoke. “I’ll be honest with you, darling. There are going to be times your patience and understanding will be required in our new life together.”
I wondered what he was trying to tell me.
“Beginning with?” I pulled away for a moment and faced him.
“Our wedding. I hope you will understand.”
Was I marrying a spy? A secret government agent? These were the only people I knew with commitments that overshadowed personal issues.
I crossed my arms. “Try me.”
Teddy stretched, obviously asleep.
Prentice stood and paced. “Work is keeping me so busy that we can’t possibly get married for a few months. The London Frieze Art Fair is an event in October that I’ve been committed to for over a year. I thought we’d have a destination wedding. 
We’ll buy your rings at Tiffany’s, just like Audrey Hepburn. How does that sound? Rest assured, before you say anything, all the details are my responsibility, I promise. It will only take one call to put the plans in motion.”
There was no hesitation.
“London? In that case, I have a question.”
“Just one, darling?”
“Well, two actually.”
He stroked Teddy.
Had Prentice read my mind?
“First, what about Teddy? Second, who will be in the wedding party? This doesn’t sound like it’s going to be easy.”
Prentice sat next to me again, took my hand and kissed it.
“Teddy is welcome to join us. I’ll make all the arrangements if you wish. For attendants, why don’t you invite a few garden club ladies to come along? Plenty of my friends attending the Frieze will stand up for me, I’m certain. In fact, I’m thinking of a couple who owe me favors.”
“What about your sons?”
“Too busy with their work and family commitments. I know from experience. We’ll plan something when we return home.”
A shiver ran down my back – perhaps it was due to the excitement, and yet it didn’t feel right. Maybe it was just as well I had ten long months to deal with this major life transition. The editors would also appreciate having enough time to segue into a new contributor for their papers.

With spring gardening tasks completed, planting bulbs and pruning dead branches from the shrubs, I attended the Lovejoy Family Reunion in Pacific Beach at the end of June. Such a wonderful time to be with loved ones. Then, a few whirlwind months passed shopping for new clothes, getting a passport, and attending wedding parties given by friends.
I arranged for Walter and Cecilia Montoya, parents of my precious godson, D.J., to house-sit while I was away. Since the young couple lived in a cramped condo, they were only too happy to do so.
With everything ready, I boarded a plane with two garden club friends, Ann Fieldman and Nicole Summers, as attendants and headed for London.
Teddy rode in cargo.
Due to his busy schedule, Prentice had flown ahead. It was a disappointment not to accompany him, but I had decided to maintain an attitude of patience and understanding. To help compensate, he’d arranged for someone to meet our party at the airport and drive us to the hotel.
Indeed, standing in the crowded baggage claim area near the exit was our driver holding an iPad with “Bradley Party” typed on the screen. Teddy sat at his feet, held by his red rhinestone leash. When Teddy spotted me, he stood up and yipped. Heads turned to stare, but I soon reached him and gathered him in my arms.
The driver stepped forward. “Mrs. Bradley? If you will allow me to collect your luggage and then follow me, madam.”
With bags heaped upon two carts, and Teddy safely ensconced in the cheetah tote I’d carried on the plane, our party headed for the car.
Before reaching the exit, out of nowhere, a man ran through the crowd, crashed into us, and knocked me over. When he fell on top of me, Teddy yipped wildly as I struggled to get up. I held tight to Teddy’s leash. Something sticky appeared in my hand. People shrieked.
After a closer view of the man’s torso, I realized someone had stabbed him. Buried in his belly the handle of a knife protruded. I now understood his blood caused the stickiness.
Grabbing me before I tried to stand, he held me close. “Take care of my family.” His voice was only a whisper.
All I could do was nod.
The man’s grasp loosened as he collapsed and died.
Teddy whined in pity.
A weight of sadness crept over me, not only for his death, but also for this poor man to die leaving a family. How on earth did he expect me to help them? I felt nauseous from the sight of the blood.
Within moments, airport security dispersed the crowd. Paramedics arrived and examined the victim, checking his neck for a pulse. Somehow, I knew they wouldn’t find one.
With Ann on one side and Nicole on the other helping me up, I caught a glimpse of someone standing in the back of a group of onlookers. Did I have double vision? I’d seen this person before, I was certain.
Oh, my knee stung! Must have skinned it from the fall. My head hurt – I couldn’t think clearly anymore. A concussion?
The uneasiness grew. Was it imagination or was he staring at me? In a single blink, he disappeared into the crowd. Unable to cope with all that had happened, I fainted.
When I woke up, Prentice bent over me as I lay in bed. Had I been dreaming? The room seemed as if it were the dream.
“Oh, my head.” I groaned.
Prentice patted me.
I looked around the bed. “Where’s Teddy?”
“Easy now, sweetheart. He’s next to you.”
I turned slowly to where he pointed.
Teddy pricked up his silky little ears and cocked his head as if to say, “Are you all right, Mistress?”
Prentice offered me a glass of water from the nightstand.
“Here, drink this. You’ve had a bad fall. Don’t worry, though. You’re going to be fine. The doctors examined you and everything’s okay except for a few bruises and some soreness. According to them, you’ll be up and around by tomorrow. No rush. I want you to rest until you’re back to normal. Care to tell me what happened?”
I searched my brain trying to remember. “Right before we were leaving the terminal someone charged into me. All I could think about was to hold onto Teddy’s leash. The next thing I knew, the man had fallen on top of me.
“We hit the ground hard – I might have been knocked out, not sure. Teddy kept yipping, poor little dear, and no wonder he did. I had blood all over me. It came from the man’s wounds.”
Prentice patted my arm. “That’s enough for now. Lie back and rest. Ann and Nicole reported just what you told me. I’m sure the man was running away from someone. He may have been a criminal. Who knows?
“I’m calling a friend of mine who works for the police here to talk to you when you’re a little stronger. Might put your mind to rest. For now, let’s not think about this unpleasantness anymore.”
I closed my eyes.
Prentice tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead.
I fell asleep, exhausted. 
The doctor must have given me a strong sedative because I slept soundly until the following afternoon. When I finally awakened, I didn’t remember anything except that Prentice had visited me the day before. What we talked about I wasn’t sure. I thought we were in London.
Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the mattress. By holding on to the edge of the bed for support, I steadied myself until I could stand, walk to the window, and glance out.
A band was playing for a formal ceremony some five stories below. I was watching the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace!
As I lowered into a chair, I continued to stare, mesmerized. Someone knocked on the door. I had no strength, so I called for them to enter.
In walked one of my oldest and dearest friends, Ann Fieldman.
“Jillian, you’re out of bed.” She rushed to my side. “You shouldn’t be up. The doctor said you may have a concussion.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m okay. A little muddled, perhaps, but I’m not staying in bed the entire time we’re in London.” I looked around for my other friend who’d come along, Nicole King.
“Where’s Nicole?”
“Out with Teddy for a walk. She wanted a closer look at the changing of the guard. Jillian, this hotel is incredible. We have a butler, did Prentice tell you?”
My head started to swim again. “Ah, no. At least I don’t remember if he did or not. Ann, what happened to the man at the airport?”
“You mean the one who plowed into you yesterday? Dead, I’m afraid. Someone stabbed him. The police want to get your statement, but not until you’re well enough to talk.”
“Ann, I’m hungry.”
“Not another word. Watch this.” She went to the phone and pressed a button. “Yes, please send up a cheeseburger and a Coke. Oh, and a slice of key lime pie and a pot of tea. Thank you.”
I had to smile even though to do so hurt. “Ann, you’re marvelous.”
The door opened and in walked Nicole carrying Teddy in her arms.
“You’re awake.” She placed Teddy in my lap. “He was a good boy and went potty. How’s your head?”
“I’ll live. What bad luck to be in an accident just as we got here. Where are we staying anyway? I don’t remember much.”
Ann handed me the information folder. “We’re at The Lanesborough in Knightsbridge, one of the most fashionable hotels in London. It’s right across from Buckingham Palace, as you’ll notice. Jillian, the hotel even provided a butler.”
“A what?” I tried to process the information. My head still hurt.
“Yes, he was the one who met us at the airport. We’re to call him Barnes, just like in ‘Downton Abbey.’ You remember, on Masterpiece Theater?”
Someone rapped on the door and called out. “Your luncheon, madam.”
Nicole walked toward the summons. “I’ll get it.”
In walked our driver from the airport followed by a young man pushing a covered cart.
Barnes bowed slightly. “Shall I serve now?”
After I nodded yes, Barnes motioned for the server to set lunch out on the small table beside the window.
A grandfather clock chimed once. One o’clock.
Barnes placed a linen napkin on my lap and removed the plastic wrap from the water glass. “Luncheon is served. That was a most extraordinary thing to happen, madam. I hope you are recovering quickly.”
“Thank you, Barnes. Has Mr. Duvall left a message?”
The butler paused.
“No, madam. Do you require anything else?”
“That’s all for now. Please inform me of any messages.”
How I wished Prentice had come to visit.
Nicole waved and started to walk to her room. “I’ll check on Teddy a little later. You should try to eat.”
“Thanks, Nicole.”
Ann followed suit. “I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me. I’ll leave you to your lunch.”
I nodded in appreciation. Such a blessing to have dear friends with me.
After I’d eaten a few bites, I peeked in to see what Nicole and Ann were doing in their rooms. Both were napping soundly from jet lag.
I heard Teddy growling and scratching on his tote in the corner, tipping the contents over on the floor.
Out spilled an exquisite ruby necklace.
“Teddy! Where did this come from?”
He made all sorts of sounds and whines as if trying to tell me.
My friends slept on.
“This looks valuable. A gift from Prentice? Doesn’t seem to be his style, though.”
To get attention again, Teddy yawned with a groan.
From what I’d read, dogs did this when stressed.
“Oh, Teddy – I bet this is the reason why the poor man died. Well, until I learn more, and at the risk of withholding evidence, my instinct says no one else must know. But where to hide it?”
Teddy ruffed.
“Right. We can’t keep our find here. Wait. I have an idea. Stay!” I pointed, giving him a stern look to make him understand the seriousness of the command.
I dressed quickly and put the amulet in a small jewelry case I’d brought with me.
After I’d hidden it in a safe place, I returned to the room and lay down with Teddy beside me.
Oh, I had been clever, but I wondered where this untimely treasure might lead.

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Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Pacific Beach Book 5 - Revenge or Justice?

The quaint surfing town of Pacific Beach becomes a destination for murder when a young starlet and her other are found brutally murdered at the Pacific Terrace Hotel where Jillian's family reunion is taking place. Their reunion takes a terrifying turn when Jillian's nephew is arrested as a prime suspect and Jillian must move quickly to find the real killer and prove her nephew's innocence. 
   There is no shortage of suspects, including an unsavory doctor who attended the popular teen star and a mysterious guest at the party where the starlet dies. But why is her mother murdered with her? Working at Jillian's side to find the perpetrator of these bizarre killings are her faithful assistant Cecilia Montoya, and Teddy, Jillian's Yorkie companion who sniffs out his won clue.

                        1 The Nightmare

June 8—San Diego, California

   Caroline played innocently in her own front yard with her new puppy when the car struck her down. The golden-haired mutt had been rescued by her father before their neighbor could drop the defenseless dog off in the country to fend for itself. Caroline named him Buddy. 

   The frisky pup gently licked the little girl’s face as she hugged him. Wanting to pretend he was her baby, she coaxed Buddy to be still and struggled to put the pink doll dress over his head. Normal play for a five-year-old girl. Finally, she succeeded and giggled at how funny Buddy looked in the frilly doll dress. 
   Caroline’s nine-year-old brother was in the driveway of their modest home. The boy stooped over the back tire of his bicycle and attached playing cards to the spokes with clothespins. He imagined the cards made the sound of a motorcycle like his uncle’s 650. 
   The children’s mother watched her daughter but needed to go inside the house to check on a cake in the oven. Her mind was burdened with how to pay the bills from her handy-man husband’s meager paycheck. The afternoon was late, and it was almost time for him to come home from work. 
   Supper was almost ready, a meager meal of Hamburger Helper. But there would be cake. No matter how hard they struggled to merely survive, they remained a close-knit family. 
   And then the unthinkable happened. A late-model car came out of nowhere, speeding, swerving wildly. 
   Caroline’s brother watched helplessly as the driver ran up over the curb and into their yard. Buddy scampered away in the pink doll dress, terrified, and Caroline sat frozen on the lawn, staring wide-eyed as the car came toward her.    
   The boy watched in horror as the car struck her small, defenseless body and tossed it further into the yard. He heard the tires squeal as the car raced off—the driver not even bothering to stop. The boy, almost in shock, had enough presence of mind to notice the license plate. His parents had drilled both of their children with the importance of protective safety measures. Now the numbers were burned into his memory forever. He frantically ran to his sister and wondered how he was going to help her. 
   The frightened boy bent down and cradled her bloodied body in his arms. Angry and helpless, he vowed the maniac would be caught. 
   The mother, hearing screeching tires so close to her house, came outside, drying her hands on her apron, to see what was going on. She looked in the yard and found her son holding the lifeless body in his arms. She ran toward them, holding her head with her hands, and screamed at the terrible thing that had just happened. 
   The boy turned to her. “Call 911!” 
   That was the beginning of the nightmare—for the mother, for the father, and for the nine-year-old boy.



June 18—Twelve Years Later

   The nightmare culminated in a tragic double-homicide at the Pacific Terrace Hotel where I stayed. Before the ordeal, I remember feeling so happy. The San Francisco Enterprise had just published two great articles for my Ask Jillian gardening column, and I had time for a breather. I also looked forward to attending our family reunion. 

   My personal assistant, Cecilia Montoya, came with me to help take care of Teddy, my Yorkie companion. The three of us flew into San Diego International Airport two days before the tragedy occurred.


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~Nancy Jill

Monday, August 5, 2019

How Does Teddy Save Jillian From the Clutches of Evil in Book 3?

Gardening columnist Jillian Bradley and her faithful Yorkie Teddy attempt to solve the mystery of an amnesia victim, but they get much more than they bargain for. Murders in a remote farming community, a mysterious compound, and family secrets create the ultimate test for Jillian and Teddy's survival. 

CHAPTER ONE


The Righteous One takes note of the house of the wicked and brings the wicked to ruin. Proverbs 20:12 NIV

Madison looked about nervously toward the back of the house. She hoped and prayed no one would notice their departure. Satisfied they were still safe, she peered at her companion, so handsome with his neatly cropped auburn hair and soft brown eyes. So vulnerable.
“Listen to me,” she said. “We’ve got to get out! If we don’t go right now we may never have another chance.”
Her long blond hair whipped back and forth as she surveyed the house, then she turned her gaze on him.
“All right, I’m coming.” He crept forward. “But why do we have to leave like this without telling anyone?”
Madison’s heart began to beat faster as she motioned for him to be quiet.
He followed her. Together, they walked quickly to the end of the long garage and raised the wide door.
The car was still there. She bent down and checked the back tire. The dry leaf she had placed in front of the tire a week before lay undisturbed. The car had not been driven.
As she stood up, she thought about the terrible risk she was about to take, and a chill ran down her spine. She looked into his questioning eyes.
“You have to trust me,” she said.
Madison pulled the tarp off the small compact and got in the driver’s seat.
“Come on! Get in the car.”
The keys were still in the place where she’d found them. Someone had hung them out of sight. She had checked the car out with a flashlight the week before after she learned the circumstances.
“No, don’t think about that now,” she told herself. “Just get him away from here.”
Madison unlocked the passenger door from the inside, and the young man got in.
He fastened his seat belt.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Madison? It’s going to be dark soon.”
“Just hang on!” She started the ignition and headed for the road that ran behind the property. The side road was her little secret. The road led back down the hill. Until two weeks ago, she’d never known the secondary road existed.
Madison glanced in her side mirror to check the house one last time.
Suddenly, two men ran out through the back door. Fear gripped her once again.
The older man yelled at them. “Hey, stop! Where do you think you’re going?”
The other shouted, “Come back, you two!”
Madison floored the accelerator and didn’t bother to look back. They flew down the winding narrow road. The young man turned around.
“Madison, they’re following us. What’s wrong? You’re scaring me! What have you done? I’ve changed my mind. We can’t do this. You need to stop right now. I’ll tell them something so you won’t get in trouble. Just take me back.”
“No, I can’t. You don’t understand. You can’t go back there.” She glanced in the rear view mirror.
The men had gained on the fleeing couple. Both cars sped up.
When the road ended at the back of the old feed barn, Madison knew exactly where she was. Main Street was only a block away. If she drove down the next alleyway, the shortcut would give her an advantage in the chase. She made a left on Main, which took her through the outskirts of the small town, and made a right turn onto Benito Canyon Road. A long winding stretch bordered the expanse on one side with oak forests and thick undergrowth. On the other, a deep narrow gorge held a creek bed.
The gorge was filled with a heavy undergrowth of wild grasses and trees which lined the banks of the trickling creek. Willows, buckeyes, and sycamores were home to wild turkeys and deer. Hawks made their homes in the branches. The creek provided water for them all. The deer usually waited until dusk when they felt safe before they emerged from their hidden shelters to feed, but on occasion, hunger made them venture out earlier in the afternoon.
A doe, followed by her fawn, spotted a particular strip of grass which lay across the road on the hill above the gorge. The doe stepped out on the road at the exact moment Madison glanced in her rear view mirror and checked the car in pursuit. The young man turned to look as well.
The men were gaining fast.
Before she could swerve to avoid impact, in a split second, Madison’s car hit the doe and killed it as the frightened fawn ran back into the undergrowth. She screamed as their car flew into the air and careened into the gorge. After it rolled over several times, they finally came to rest in front of a large boulder.
Madison slumped over the steering wheel as blood trickled from her face, her body grotesquely contorted. She searched with one open eye for her young man. He lay on the ground outside the car, still.
A sound from above caused her to cast a painful glance up to where their car had gone off the road.
The two pursuers got out and stared down at the crash.
Suddenly, the men turned and got back in their car and drove away. As blackness engulfed her, Madison had only one thought.
They would not be rescued.

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

Great Gift Ideas for Cozy Mystery Lovers

Hello, dear readers! 

I hope this holiday season finds you and your family well and safe. In these turbulent times, I'm reminded that we must treasure each day God gives us.  As we press on, Thanksgiving seems to be officially blended in with Christmas as more and more people choose to decorate early, as was my intention. But with the passing of my mom last month, a delightful visit from my brother from New Jersey, and Ted's birthday looming, my fall decor is still very much in tact! Still, Christmas is just around the corner and my gift list is very much on my mind. Anyone else experiencing the "What to give list?"

Checks are good, and so are gift cards. But if you think about it, books bring a different world to readers and provide great entertainment for hours. I would count a new book as a definite treat!

If you'd like to give a friend or a loved one a gift that keeps on giving, the Jillian Bradley mysteries might be a good choice. Rated G with no profanity or offensive scenes, they are the perfect gift choice for readers on your list. Books range in price from $7.99 to $11.99 for paperbacks and FREE to $3.99 for eBooks. Not bad when you consider one can purchase the entire series for under $99.00 + tx and s/h. (Amazon Prime members enjoy free s/h as does everyone for November through December!)

Besides the 11 book series, there are also six short stories about Jillian and Teddy included in"The Jillian Bradley Short Story Collection."



Here is a complete list of books and buy links: 

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Whatever gifts we give and receive, may we be reminded of the greatest gift of all - Jesus, God's only begotten Son. 


Happy Holidays!
~Nancy Jill