Good morning everyone. “Dead Women Tell Tales” is now available on Amazon in both digital and paperback. This is the second book in the Reaping Covetous series. There will be seven in total. I’m hopeful book III, “Dying to Reap You”, will be available by the end of November. It is in the proofreading process right now. I will place the blurb for “Dead Women Tell Tales” at the end of this post.
In non-book news . . . my paying job goes on and is just as busy as it has been since COVID hit the US. The owner of the clinic I work in is in the process of planning an addition to our clinic. We need the extra space. I don’t relish the building process, but in the end, it will be worth it (hopefully:). My fingers are also still crossed that we will have another veterinarian on staff by next summer. We have a verbal agreement from a current veterinary student, but a lot can change between now and May. This young doctor will have a lot of opportunities when he graduates and I won’t hold it against him if he changes his mind.
My pets are doing well. Fennik is currently at the groomer. He needs a good washing, trimming, and brush out. The poor boy is like a walking rug and all that fur collects everything—including mud, food, water, and god only knows what else he gets into. He’s also a leaf magnet and given that Fall is under way, the house is once more littered with the debris he drags inside. On the plus side, Newton and Copernicus enjoy playing with the occasional leaf or two. I expect Fennik’s good smells to last three, maybe four days. I’ll cherish those better smelling days while they last.
Halloween is right around the corner and I’ve got the outside decorated. I had shorts and a t-shirt on when I put the decorations out and was still dripping sweat. I imagine I’ll have on a winter coat and be cursing the cold when I take them down. It’ll be even worse when it’s time to put up the Christmas lights. Sigh . . . I really don’t like winter.
I think that’s it for now. I’ll place the blurb for “Dead Women Tell Tales” below. If you read the books and enjoy them, please leave a review. That is super important to struggling authors. Now that I am one, I feel horribly guilty for all the books over the years I’ve liked and haven’t left a review for. Cue the next big sigh . . .
“Dead Women Tell Tales” Blurb:
Problems come in all shapes and sizes. Leah McKnight’s most recent problem is in the form of a woman decked out in a slinky black dress, with death-defying heels adorning her feet. Hovering at the base of the stairway she died on seven years ago, Eliza Morgan isn’t going anywhere without help.
If Leah’s cousin, Cecile, has any hope of visiting her new boyfriend in his home, Eliza Morgan needs to move on. Leah can’t think of a better birthday present for Cecile than reaping Eliza’s spirit if she can figure out why Eliza turned from her reaper. Was Eliza’s death really an accident, or is there a more homicidal reason she stayed?
Getting Eliza to move on means dealing with the local reaper, Andy. Leah only wished that bothered her more. Andy isn’t like other reapers. He shouldn’t light up Leah’s soul, warming her from the inside out, filling up the frozen spaces Leah’s murdered parents left behind.
If only all of Leah’s problems were as straightforward as Eliza Morgan. The constant unknown, the fear that her murderous twin brother, Bobby, might come back and finish what he started six years ago, is wearing Leah down. The thought that Bobby might hurt what family she has left is too horrific to contemplate.
Some problems are like the lingering dead—confusing, exhausting, and they simply don’t know when to give up and move on.
Thank you all so much and as always, stay healthy and as sane as possible.
MJ May
veterinarian and fiction writer 