Wednesday, January 14, 2015

BACKWOODS BOOGIE



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I love a good mystery especially one that gives me a few hours of escape on a quiet afternoon. Backwoods Boogie by Trish Jackson, is the third novel in the Redneck P. I. Mystery series and my first introduction to main character Twila Taunton. The story provided me just what I needed, and Twila, a proud redneck from Quisby, Alabama, is someone I'd love on my side in a crises.

Twila started her Detective Agency because she wanted to find her mother's killer and as a kick ass, take no prisoner's sort of woman she accomplishes her goals. Twila sells real estate on the side for her Uncle Pervis, and he allows her to run The Redneck Detective agency from the same office. With the proper personnel, like Great Aunt Essie who carries a big gun, LaMercy who manages the office and knows all the gossip in town, Twila is set for almost any case that comes through the door.

In Backwoods Boogie, Pam Taylor, the owner of a tearoom is accused of murdering her best friend, but Twila knows she's innocent. When emails seem to prove otherwise, Twila calls on another friend, Gasser, the computer expert she met in the big city of Boston, for help.

The character of Gasser is well named, and has many talents. His addition to the story offers plenty of humor and I found him to be my favorite character. In Backwoods Boogie, the characters are well developed, and Trish offers plenty of twists and turns to keep the reader guessing.

Trish has written excellent descriptions and dialogue for her characters and I found the technique of adding small paragraph chapters in the other characters point of view unnecessary.

I highly recommend Backwoods Boogie by Trish Jackson for an afternoon's diversion, and I look forward to catching up with Twila and her other escapades in books one and two of the Redneck P. I. Mystery series.

I was given an ARC for an honest review.


 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

POPULAR MURDER POSTS



My apologies, I intended to make this blog all about writing murder, but life got in the way! Reviewing how I left things, I found some interesting statistics:

The most popular posts for this blog, in order of popularity are:


Just wondering what that says about these posts – were folks doing research for something they may be planning? Or just curious, and were taken to my blog after typing some innocent words. I think it's the latter, how many times have you typed something into a search engine and were taken to a place you never saw coming?

I'm not making any promises but this year I will try to deliver on the blogs promise. If you'd like to be a guest – have a new murder mystery book to tour, or have something to share about writing murder just email me at: YolandaRenee@hotmail.com

 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A SIN FILLED JOURNEY

                           Lucifer's Journey

 My first kill happened at age ten. A sweet little tabby had followed me into the woods, it rubbed against my ankles and purred, wanting, needing a cuddle. I picked it up and stroked it, carrying the innocent creature further into the trees to my favorite hangout. Once there, I squeezed its tiny neck until it quit moving. It was quick and easy, too easy. It was a disappointment. I built a large fire and burned the carcass, everything but the eyes. Those I camouflaged in a tree. After a few years, I had cat eyes hidden throughout the neighborhood, but I was a child.

At sixteen, things changed. I walked through those woods until I came out the other side. It was a Sunday morning and I heard the sweetest sound, voices raised in song. I'd never heard such beauty before and I had to know where it came from. I came upon a small church, and was drawn to the rhythm and pure beauty of the music that saturated the atmosphere! 

I sat in the back pew and listened to the minister's words. Words I'd remembered from childhood. All the hearer had to do was accept the savior into their heart. When the minister prayed, I bowed my head and said a silent prayer. I opened my heart, and asked my savior in. 

"Father, are you here. Do you know me, your son? I'm open to your influence. Please father, I'm sixteen, the age of maturity! You're guidance as mother promised!"

When the minister asked new believers to come to the altar, I watched their faces. I was amazed as I witnessed their emotional connection to their God. On the way out the minister handed me a booklet.

"Read this, it will help you on your journey," he said. 

 He wasn't aware that my journey was different than most. Mother had always said that Father was closest to the sinners. This church was full of sinners. Father had to be here.

I threw the book into the fire. The fire spewed black heavy smoke. 

"Where is my acknowledgement?" I shouted. 

I heard laughter, a deep sinister sound that froze me to the spot. Someone had found me, but I saw no one. The smoke grew thicker, swirling, dancing around me, and the laughter got louder and louder.

Suddenly the laughter stopped and a face appeared above the fire. "Why have you forsaken your father?"

I recognized him, knew him! I fell to my knees and planted my face in the dirt. With arms out stretched, I pleaded, "Forgive me Father. I thought you had abandoned me."

"Arise my son - Lucifer's son – today is your birth into the demon world!"


Yolanda RenĂ©e © 2014


Lucifer, a character / antagonist from the book Memories of Murder, is just learning his craft. This is part of his story.

Sunday, May 25, 2014