Today I am pleased to reveal the cover for P. J. MacLayne’s upcoming release, Her Ladyship’s Ring, book two in the Oak Grove Mysteries series.
Title: Her Ladyship’s Ring
Book 2 in the Oak Grove Mysteries
Author: P.J. MacLayne
Genre: Amateur Sleuth
Cover Design by K.M. Guth
Release Date: April 14, 2015
Harmony Duprie is back, and so is trouble in Oak Grove.
When a man is murdered in the back yard of the old Victorian house she is remodeling, Harmony is determined to help locate his next-of-kin so he can be put to rest properly. But with her ex-boyfriend Jake out of prison, back in town and one of the suspects in the murder, she takes on the challenge of solving the crime.
With Eli, her current love interest, in Florida and Jake close by, old emotions come back to haunt her. Can Harmony clear Jake’s name and solve the mystery of her own heart?
Although each book in the series is a complete story (no cliffhanger endings) the books should be read in order.
The Marquesa’s Necklace, the first book in the Oak Grove series, is available at major e-book retailers.
The first thing I noticed when walking into my apartment was the afghan I kept on the back of the recliner. It was on the floor and hadn’t been like that when I left. “So who’s been sitting in my chair?” I asked. “Eli?” I called hopefully to no response.
Then I noticed the dirty dishes in my kitchen sink. “So who’s been eating my porridge?” I whispered to myself. Surely a thief wouldn’t have stopped to make himself a sandwich.
I tip-toed down the hallway, holding my breath. The bathroom was empty, but my bedroom door was partially closed. I carefully pushed it open and peeked inside. A familiar head nestled on my pillow. “So that’s who’s been sleeping in my bed.”
Meet the Author
Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscapes. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she’s not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks.
P. J. MacLayne is here today with an interview of her wolf-shifter hero, Gavin Fairwood, and an excerpt from Wolves’ Pawn, currently available for only 99 cents! Take it away, P. J.
Today I’m interviewing Gavin Fairwood, the hero from Wolves’ Pawn. For those of you who haven’t read the book, here’s the blurb:
Dot McKenzie is a lone wolf-shifter on the run, using everything available to her to stay one step ahead of her pursuers. When she is offered a chance for friendship and safety with the Fairwood pack, she accepts.
Gavin Fairwood, reluctant heir to the Fairwood pack leadership, is content to let life happen while he waits. But old longings surface when he appoints himself Dot’s protector … and becomes more than a friend.
But her presence puts the pack and her new friends at risk, and Dot must go into hiding again. When old enemies threaten the destruction of the Fairwood pack, it will take the combined efforts of Dot and Gavin to save it.
Can anything save their love and Dot’s life when she becomes a pawn in a pack leader’s deadly game?
Grey Wolf (Canis lupus) By Birch Tree, Copyright: gkuchera
Me: Gavin, you fell for Dot almost immediately. What attracted you to her?
Gavin: Her eyes, I think. She has beautiful eyes and they are so expressive. I dated lots of women from both my pack and others, and none of them ever attracted me like Dot did. Her courage shines through them, and that’s what got to me.
Me: Is Dot really as tough as she acts?
Gavin: Tougher, maybe. I think there are still things she hasn’t told me about her past because she’s afraid I’ll try to take revenge on the people who hurt her.
Me: You chose not to challenge your father for pack leadership for a long time. Why not?
Gavin: He was doing a good job, and I didn’t see any need to take over. He was open to suggestions and made some changes to make the pack more modern, and the pack, for the most part, seemed content. I saw how much of his time was spent keeping the pack functioning, and I didn’t want to be tied down like that if I didn’t have to be.
Me: Which form do you prefer to see Dot in—human or wolf?
Gavin: (laughs) I know better than to answer that question. She’s beautiful no matter which form she’s in.
Me: We’re running out of space, so one last question. Have you and Dot discussed adding any little ones to the pack?
Gavin: We’ve talked about it, and that’s all I’m going to say right now.
Me: From the smile on your face, I think there’s something you’re not telling me. But I know our time is up, so I want to thank you for your time today.
Gavin: Thank you for stopping by.
Wolves’ Pawn is on sale for $0.99 for a short time.
The rush of emotions caught Dot by surprise. Anger, sadness, and fear warred for her attention. Instinct took over and she started to run away, but hit an unexpected obstacle. The largest gray wolf she’d ever seen blocked her path, its yellow-brown eyes staring into hers.
“Follow me.” The words echoed in the back of her skull. She looked wildly around, trying to figure out who had spoken.
“No time to explain.” The wolf stepped away. “Follow me.”
Still she hesitated. The wolf moved behind her and pushed her with its nose. “Quickly, unless you want those men to catch you.”
She stumbled, almost fell, but caught herself. The wolf moved in front of her, guiding her away from the road. “My bike!” she said, stopping.
“A friend will take care of it. We need to get you out of here. Follow!” She heard voices yelling nearby. The wolf moved off at a quick lope and she had to run to keep up with it. Its path wound between trees and large stones before it scrambled effortlessly up a rocky slope. It stopped at the top and waited for her to catch up. She was out of breath and paused to rest.
“Not yet. Hurry!” The wolf moved away again, leading her down the other side of the ridge. It splashed into a small creek as it headed downstream. She tried to follow along the creek bank, but there was too much brush and she was forced to move into the water. She thought she knew these woods, but the wolf led her into unfamiliar territory.
The wolf slowed as they entered a cluster of old pines. Its paws made no sound as it padded across a thick layer of pine needles. “Almost there,” its voice encouraged her. Dot hoped so. Her T-shirt was soaked in sweat, her legs were rubbery and close to giving out, and her pulse raced. She didn’t know how much farther she could go. The wolf stopped. “Wait here.”
P.J. MacLayne is a computer geek by day and a writer at night. She grew up amid the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, where much of Wolves’ Pawn is set. She currently makes her home in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains.