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Blondie and the Hitman
by Kathy Shaw
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BLURB:
If Dead Men Could Talk…
When a busty Blonde with amnesia barrels into Private Investigator
Darla Bodecker’s life, Darla decides to help a bimbo out. She must use all her
unique PI skills to discover Blondie’s true identity before the Russian Mob
captures her.
Come along for the
wild and crazy ride when Darla uses a big dose of humor and a little dash of
romance to solve Blondie’s mystery.
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Excerpt :
C H A P T E R O N E
There I was sitting in Pete’s Diner enjoying my
second cup of morning coffee—okay, maybe it was my eighth—when out of nowhere a
pair of double-D silicone boobs came into my line of vision. A second later,
the blond bombshell attached to said boobies slid into the booth opposite me.
Now, mind you, I’m not opposed to self-enhancements. Twenty years ago, I even
considered a nip or tuck here and there myself. But shrink wrapping them in a
two-size too small pink tank top screams “Look at me! Look at me!”
“Darla Bodecker?” she asked, her voice soft, sweet
with a hint of panic thrown in for flavor. Which was shocking considering her
looks. I was expecting something closer to the deep-throated purr of Jessica
Rabbit.
Confusion must have flickered across my expressive
eyes. (Everybody tells me how expressive my eyes are, so I’ve learned to
embrace it.)
“Darla Bodecker, the detective?” she asked again.
The innocent voice coming from the hoochie-mama body
sitting across from me was still a little disconcerting, but I was getting used
to it. “Yep, that’s me. Who’s asking?”
She wet her lips nervously. “I don’t know.”
I waited for her to embellish. She didn’t. A clumsy
silence hung in the air between us, like when someone rips a loud one and
everyone is waiting to see how bad it’s going to stink. I pulled out a menthol
light cigarette and lit it. Menthol for my breath and light because I’m trying
to cut back on my tar intake. “Is this like ‘Who’s on first?’ ‘cause I’m not in
the mood.”
Blondie looked down at the red Formica table top
separating us. “No, as in I don’t know who I am.”
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AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Kathy
Shaw is a female version of a true Southern-bred good ol' boy. Her first love
is her family, but her writing comes in a close second. She is multi-published
in romance, but is currently working on a zany new mystery series.
She
writes romantic comedies, humorous mysteries and playful erotica. The common
thread in her writing is hands-down her humor.
She
attributes a goodly amount of her success to her killer critique group. Her
husband, however, credits it to her wacky--sometimes warped--sense of humor.
But he's an Aggie, so what does he know?
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