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It’s finally here! It’s release day for Community Affairs!
Book 3 in the Jersey Shore Mystery Series.
It’s neighbor vs. neighbor in this cozy mystery! And it’s told from Bonnie’s point of view. While it is book 3 in the series, it stands on its own, with a totally different plot. You definitely don’t have to read the other books in the series to know what’s going on.
A tale of kidnapping, murder, and neighbors you’d like to kidnap and murder…
Bonnie Fattori is a sexy, sassy, Italian Princess living in New Jersey. She’s loving life with a rich husband, beachfront living, and a promotion at work—until a new neighbor, Lyla Spratt, is determined to destroy her happiness.
After several run-ins with the unstable woman next door, Bonnie starts to suspect a connection between her new neighbor and the untimely death of a local resident, Polly Pitcher. She recruits her good friend Chelsey to help figure out if her suspicions are correct.
As the neighbors go head-to-head in a hilarious battle, Lyla is pushed to the brink of insanity. The more unhinged Lyla becomes, the more Bonnie’s life and the safety of her family are at risk. Can Bonnie find out what really happened to Polly Pitcher before it’s too late? A perfect read for those who like laugh-out-loud humor in their mysteries!
Trudi LoPreto for Readers’ Favorite says: Community Affairs (Jersey Shore Mystery Series Book 3) by Michele Lynn Seigfried has all the elements for mystery, sleuthing and comedy written in one good story. Bonnie lives on the Jersey shore with her husband and two daughters. Bonnie has a good life until Senator and Lyla Spratt move in next door. Bonnie and Lyla instantly don’t like each other. Lyla does everything she can to make Bonnie’s life miserable, and succeeds. Bonnie believes and sets out to prove that Lyla is responsible for the disappearance and death of Polly Pitcher. This gets her into lots and lots of trouble. Bonnie tells the story while being held captive. She shares what Lyla has done, including among other things defacing her garage and spreading nasty rumors. Bonnie’s husband, the police and the FBI warn her to not get involved, but that only makes her want to solve the case even more.
Community Affairs is a mystery story with humor. Michele Lynn Seigfried has created characters that will make you laugh, worry, love and hate. I found myself reading late into the night because I couldn’t wait to find out what Bonnie would do next. It kept me involved right up to the ending I never saw coming. Community Affairs stands very well on its own merit. I highly recommend this book and anxiously await book number four.
D. Donovan, eBook Reviewer, Midwest Book Review says: Murder and amateur sleuthing is a mainstay of the mystery genre; but less common is the inclusion of humor, a device that sets Community Affairs apart from the majority of ‘look-alike’ titles and which provides a satisfying diversion from the usually-too-serious job of sleuthing.
The story opens with a first-person reflection on the protagonist’s kidnapping, then segues quickly to two weeks earlier, when events began to build. So far, nothing extraordinary. But this isn’t just a story of a murder and kidnapping: ultimately it’s about feuding neighbors, differing viewpoints, and a motivation that leads to not just murder, but mayhem.
Bonnie is taking an oath of office, and it’s time to celebrate her big promotion: an event almost stymied by new neighbors who are moving in and arguing with each other. As Bonnie comes to believe her new neighbor is unstable, she also makes some connections between Lemon Face (as she’s impulsively named the woman) and a missing local – and it’s then that push really comes to shove in a battle of neighbors turned deadly.
As Bonnie discovers more connections between Lemon Face (a.k.a. neighbor Lyla) and Polly, the wars escalate as each woman sees in the other an enemy able to destroy her happiness.
Now, the humor that permeates the plot isn’t your slapstick affair: it surrounds the give-and-take of protagonists and is deftly portrayed in conversations, more often than not: “He answered on the second ring. “Speak to me.” “That’s a rude way to answer your phone.” “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the whore who lives next door.” “And I’m talking to the prick who was hit with the Entenmann’s stick.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re cruel and overweight. It also means you’re not too bright, being that I had to explain it to you.” “Hey. That wasn’t nice.”
There are also little comments that provide whimsical and fun moments in an otherwise-serious sequence of events: “Not long afterwards, I heard the fine dining arrive—bread and water through a doggie door.”
The well-rounded blend of tongue-in-cheek humor, observation, and amateur sleuthing involves neighbors, murderers, and hospital personnel alike in a journey that is anything but ordinary.
Unlike many a murder mystery protagonist, Bonnie doesn’t aspire to gumshoe crime-solving: she’s already a busy mother with a career, a loving husband, and a lot going on in her world. She simply falls into the role of investigator – but, what a role it is!
Community Affairs is aptly named because many members of the community engage and interact in the course of ordinary and illicit affairs and their potential impact.
Nobody knows who the killer is. And Bonnie is about to break the case wide open – if she survives.
It’s detective writing at its best: adding a dash of humor to the mix to create not just comic relief, but the personality and whimsy lacking in most stories of amateur sleuths. And that’s what makes Community Affairs not just a standout, but a top recommendation.
I want to give a special thanks to the hundreds of people who have pre-ordered! I truly appreciate your support! I know you will love it!
If you haven’t ordered your copy yet, you can get your kindle copy at the discounted price of $2.99 by preordering here: http://amzn.to/1qnafz3
The price for kindle/nook versions will be $3.99 once it is released. The paperback version will also be available on January 27th. For everyone who has ordered a copy through me, my copies are on the way from the printer, and as soon as I have them, I’ll mail them out to you!
Here is another excerpt to hold you over!
At the end of the meal, our server came along with a tray of chocolates for dessert. I selected one, as did everyone at the table, and placed it on my plate. I wondered how I would eat it. I feared I’d look like a barnyard animal, picking it up with my hands and taking a bite, which was exactly what I wanted to do. But I refrained, if for no other reason than not to embarrass Jayce in front of his colleagues. It was too large to pop the entire thing in my mouth. I frowned and considered my options.
The hot air from the hospital big wigs began to blow. Um, I mean, speeches. The chairman of the hospital board made his donation pleas. The effects of the cosmos I drank were beginning to wear off, but I was buzzed enough that the chocolate in front of me seemed to be taunting me. I was a chocoholic by nature. A piece of chocolate in front of me was not likely to go uneaten, especially when my desire to keep my hourglass shape was momentarily inebriated along with me. I made a decision to cut the chocolate piece in half with my fork and knife. I thought that would be more ladylike, since I was attending such a high-class function.
I situated my fork atop the luscious-looking piece of heaven and dug into it with my knife. That evil little chocolate piece refused to be minimized. It shot out from under the knife, across the table, past the millionaire seated with us, and smacked into the back of Lemon Face’s head. She raised her hand to the back of her head and rubbed it along her hair. She must have felt something, but didn’t seem to know what it was. She didn’t seem too concerned about it.
My face glowed red in the dim dinner lighting. Not the shade of embarrassment; the shade of hidden laughter. I felt like a giggling girl at church. Why is it you always laugh harder when you aren’t supposed to be laughing?
I swiftly returned my fork and knife to their rightful positions to hide the evidence. I breathed a sigh of relief when I glanced around quickly and realized that the Lemon Face did not discover the chocolate bullet was mine. Everyone at my table was too busy watching the speeches to pay attention to me and my dessert malfunction. The crisis of having to explain my idiocy was averted! That was, until I heard laughter beside me. To my right, the chief of surgery was chuckling. I looked at him and was greeted by an “I saw that.”
Turning red once more, I giggled. “Please don’t tell anyone it was me.”
He shook his head and laughed harder. “I won’t.”
Jayce looked over at us. “What are you up to?”
I smirked and told him I’d tell him later. On the car ride home, I couldn’t stop laughing when I recounted how I shot Lemon Face with a chocolate bullet. It seemed hilarious to me. I had exacted my revenge on her without even trying.
Community Affairs, book 3 in the Jersey Shore Mystery Series, is only days away from being released! I’m so excited! Are you ready for another teaser to hold you over?
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“C’mon, girls; let’s go.”
“Finally!” Callie said with sarcasm. I think she was starting to imitate me, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
We hopped in the car, buckled up, and headed for Big Chuck’s for breakfast. Big Chuck’s was famous for their humungous portions, yummy eats, and low prices. We sat at a booth to the left of the hostess station. A waitress handed us menus and said she’d be back to take our order. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come through the entrance.
“Oh, no. I told you before, you’re not welcome here,” the waitress said. I turned to see what the commotion was. I saw Cason trying to talk to the waitress.
“Nicole, you are her best friend. I need to know where she is.”
“What are you talking about, Cason?”
“I’m talking about how Lyla didn’t come home last night. I know you know where she is. Did she stay at your house?”
“Do you really think I’d tell you where she is? After the way you treated her?”
“Nicole, please. I’m worried about her. I just want to know she’s okay.”
“Did you have a fight or something? Did she catch you cheating yet again?”
“No, Nicole! We didn’t have a fight. I didn’t cheat on her again. It was only that one time.” Cason’s tone changed from pleading to agitated.
“Yeah, right. I know all about your little prostitute next door.”
All the patrons were beginning to stare. Nicole and Cason were not exactly quiet. I shrank down in my seat to avoid being detected by Cason. I thought it was odd that both Jayce and Lyla didn’t come home last night. It couldn’t possibly mean that the two of them were having an affair, could it? Then, accusing Cason and me of having one. What do they call that? Projecting?
“Why is our neighbor yelling at the waitress, Mommy?” Kailyn asked.
“Shhh, Kailyn. Let’s be patient.”
We turned our attention back to the scene unfolding before us.
“You need to leave, Cason. I’m at work here and you are disturbing all the customers,” the waitress said.
Cason spoke through clenched teeth. “Nicole. Nothing was going on with the neighbor. Lyla concocted that in her head. She was starting to lose it. And now I can’t find her. I’ve looked everywhere she would be. Please tell me she is okay and I’ll leave.”
Big Chuck stepped out of the kitchen in his white chef’s apron, holding a large spatula in one hand. “Is there a problem here, Nicole?”
“No, no problem at all, Chuck.” Nicole retreated to the coffee station and picked up a pot. She scurried around to various tables, freshening up people’s mugs with warm decaf. Cason followed her, seemingly unintimidated by Big Chuck’s enormous size and growing annoyance.
“Nicole, please. I’m begging you. Please tell me that she’s okay and I’ll go away.”
Big Chuck approached him from behind, placing his large hand on Cason’s shoulder. “I’m only going to ask you to leave once.” Big Chuck had a deep, booming voice that scared the pee out of me.
Cason looked back at him, disinterested, then looked back at Nicole. “Nicole, please. Just let me know if she’s okay.” Nicole ignored him.
I was on the edge of my seat in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Cason grabbed Nicole by the arm. Nicole swung around and threw the pot of hot coffee at Cason, which caused Cason to release her arm to jump out of the way.
The coffee pot sailed past Cason and shattered in a zillion pieces on the linoleum. Big Chuck grabbed Cason’s arm with his left hand, swung him around, and landed a right hook to Cason’s jaw. Cason stumbled backwards. Big Chuck swung again, making contact with Cason’s right eye. Cason fell on the ground and Big Chuck gave him a swift kick in the side. Cason scrambled to his feet and limped toward the door, slipping on the spilled coffee and landing face down in shards of glass. Scraped, bruised, and covered in coffee, Cason tried to get up, steadying himself with his hands in a downward dog position. Big Chuck went after him again, kicking him square in the rear end, forcing Cason to tumble out of the front door.
“Clean up this mess, Nicole!” Big Chuck picked up his spatula and strutted back into the kitchen.
“Right away, boss.”
I was speechless. Kailyn and Callie were dumbfounded. They hadn’t ever witnessed such violence, unless it was bestowed upon Wile E. Coyote.