And Another Sneak Peek…

For the past two Fridays, I have shared parts of the prologue of Too Many Women in the Room. You can read Part I here and Part 2 here.

Here is Part 3 of the Prologue:

He cleared his throat. “That was some dinner conversation.” In the end, he hadn’t even sat at the table. The collective venom had driven him away.

They continued running, saying nothing. His heart beat faster and his mouth went dry. His senses were on full alert. There was danger here. And he needed to get away. He could turn around and race toward his car. But what if she followed? This was ridiculous. He was allowing himself to be rattled by a middle-aged woman who meant absolutely nothing to him. A woman he would steer clear of in the future.

It would be a good idea to get away for a while. Check out conferences and take an extended holiday. Escape from those unrelenting March winds and below-normal temperatures and bask in some sunlight. Georgia or Florida and maybe a Caribbean island. He’d have to borrow on his Visa, but it would be worth it. One month. That’s all he would need, and this animosity would blow over.

He slowed his pace and she matched his speed. He circled and turned around. She followed. Anger rose in his throat. “What the hell do you want?”

No words. Only a fixed gaze and a flash of silver at her side. The faint smell of onions and garlic assaulted his senses. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, all the while watching her every movement. His eyes traveled around the deserted field. Not a soul. And that was the appeal of running close to the midnight hour.

This is not how he had planned his demise, not by a long shot. Despite the age gap between them, he had hoped to survive his wife and take on a full-time paramour, maybe even two. If only he had known. If only he could go back six hours.

Fascinated, he stood still, hypnotized as she approached and raised the knife.

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Another Sneak Peek…

Last Friday, I shared the first part of the prologue of Too Many Women in the Room. You can read it here.

Here’s Part 2 of the Prologue:

He forced himself to slow down and hoped she would catch up, maybe even overtake him. Before making a move, he wanted to get a lay of the land. No point putting on the moves if she didn’t measure up. Though lately, he’d been less discerning.

Twenty years ago—heck even ten years ago—women in their twenties and thirties returned his winks and smiles, often boldly and with no qualms about what followed. But turning fifty-five had brought those encounters to a virtual standstill, and he had tired of the chase. Was this a harbinger of what old age would look like?

Within seconds, a flash of black appeared at his side. He counted to ten and then gave her a sideways glance. A frown replaced the smile.

Definitely in shape, but she had always taken care of herself, not allowing an extra morsel of food to cross her lips and sticking to a daily exercise regimen. Her face…well, her face showed the passages of time. And tonight, without a trace of makeup, she appeared older than her years. Forty-five. No, fifty. More than fifty. He struggled with the math and gave up.

Head-to-toe black did nothing for her. Once upon a time he would have volunteered that information, but tonight he hesitated. He couldn’t be sure how she would react, especially after the debacle at dinner. He tried to recall what she had said, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps she had said nothing at all. It would be like her to hide behind her passive-aggressiveness.

He forced a smile. “I didn’t expect to see you.”

No response, just a constant gaze and an expressionless face that was starting to worry him. He tried to look away but couldn’t escape those odd-colored eyes. A muddy green with hints of amber. Had she worn contacts in her younger days?

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Taking a Sneak Peek…

It’s official!

The Wild Rose Press will release Too Many Women in the Room on Friday, May 19, 2017. Today, and for the next two Fridays, I will share sneak peeks of the Prologue.

While the rest of the novel is written in the POV of the protagonist (Gilda Greco), the Prologue is written in the victim’s POV.

Here’s Part I of the Prologue:

He couldn’t believe he was following his wife’s advice. After twelve years of paying lip service to deep yoga breaths, mindfulness, and all the other New Age crap she espoused, he had finally found a use for it. His midnight run usually sorted out all the stress, but tonight was different. He still couldn’t shake the venom that had been directed his way.

To make matters worse, it had come from eight women, eight very different and very annoying women. He had bedded four, but right now he couldn’t imagine having sex with any of them. As for the untouched four, well, only one interested him, and it had nothing to do with her feminine wiles and everything to do with her healthy bank account.

He would have to take something to get through the night, something a lot stronger than his wife’s herbal teas. The remnants of an old Percocet prescription came to mind. Two capsules might do the trick. The thought of a panacea, albeit a chemical one, calmed his racing thoughts. A good night’s sleep would make a world of difference. And tomorrow, he would sort it out.

The light patter of feet distracted him. Definitely a woman’s gait. Her breath was even, neither shallow nor panting. Younger, maybe in her thirties. His pulse quickened, and a smile spread over his features. A welcome distraction. Just what he needed to erase the built-up stress. To hell with deep breathing, affirmations, and Percocet.

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On Sale for 99¢

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Blurb

Hours before the opening of her career counseling practice, Gilda Greco discovers the dead body of golden girl Carrie Ann Godfrey, neatly arranged in the dumpster outside her office. Gilda’s life and budding career are stalled as Detective Carlo Fantin, her former high school crush, conducts the investigation.

When three more dead blondes turn up all brutally strangled and deposited near Gilda’s favorite haunts, she is pegged as a prime suspect for the murders. Frustrated by Carlo’s chilly detective persona and the mean girl antics of Carrie Ann’s meddling relatives, Gilda decides to launch her own investigation. She discovers a gaggle of suspects, among them a yoga instructor in need of anger management training, a lecherous photographer, and fourteen ex-boyfriends.

As the puzzle pieces fall into place, shocking revelations emerge, forcing Gilda to confront the envy and deceit she has long overlooked.

Reviews

“A well-written, character-driven murder mystery that genuinely had me scratching my head until the very end wondering who dun’ it!?” The Romance Reviews

“Guidoccio creates her latest mystery with stylish yet easy to follow writing and a plot that keeps you on your toes, without becoming convoluted. The sense of community that runs alongside the mystery of the novel was quite engaging.” Pure Jonel

“Character-driven and suspenseful enough to keep readers on the edge of their seats without an undue gore factor, this read is well-thought out and delightfully conceived.” InD’Tale Magazine

“The story builds slowly, letting you know many of the characters and leading you on a merry chase. It’s good entertainment and thoroughly enjoyable.” The Reading Cafe

“This story grabbed me from the very start, I literally could not put it down. It is to be devoured like a decadent dessert and finished with a strong espresso!!” Miss Lill

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On sale for 99¢ today and tomorrow


Prose and Cons in Brantford

L-R Fred Thursfield, Catherine Astolfo, Rick Blechta, Joanne Guidoccio, Scott Stockdale

L-R Fred Thursfield, Catherine Astolfo, Rick Blechta, Joanne Guidoccio, Scott Stockdale

Can a crime writer go too far?

This was the theme of Saturday’s panel discussion on “Prose and Cons” in Brantford, Ontario. I participated, along with four other published mystery and crime authors: Catherine Astolfo, Rick Blechta, Scott Stockdale, and Fred Thursfield.

The hour-long discussion flew by as we answered thought-provoking questions about the perils of presenting perfect crimes, morally appropriate happy endings, and our own personal boundaries regarding writing choices. We also welcomed questions from the audience.

Thanks to Programs and Outreach Coordinator Robin Harding for organizing this event, one of six in the Mystery Month series at the Brantford Public Library.