Hello fellow readers! Welcome to my stop on the Death By Bourbon book tour! This tour is being hosted by First Rule PR This stop features an excerpt and a giveaway!
Life takes a dramatic turn for Josiah when she witnesses a death at an engagement party for guess who . . . Matt. Matt? Yes Matt.
Charming socialite Addison DeWitt falls into a fit after taking a sip of bourbon. That would be upsetting enough but Josiah is sure it is murder. However, no one will believe her except for Lady Elsmere and Meriah Caldwell, the famous mystery writer. The three of them conspire to bring the murderer to justice. It turns out that the suspect is always three steps ahead of them.
To make matters worse, Josiah's daughter, Asa, decides to move to London, Franklin leaves town and Jake starts singing a different tune. Josiah doubts her ability to meet the future alone. Maybe it's time to sell the Butterfly and move to Florida with the rest of the old folks.
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Meet and Connect with The Author:
Abigail Keam is an award-winning author who writes the Josiah Reynolds mystery series about a beekeeper turned sleuth.
Death By A HoneyBee won the 2010 Gold Medal Award for Women’s Lit from Reader’s Favorite and was a Finalist of the USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books of 2011. Death By Drowning won the 2011 Gold Medal Award for Best Mystery Sleuth and also was placed on the USA BOOK NEWS-Best Books of 2011.
Ms. Keam is also an award-winning beekeeper who lives on the Kentucky River in a metal house with her husband and various critters.
Enjoy an Excerpt:
BRANNON SAYS GOODBYE
I finally tracked Brannon down at Keeneland. A friend of mine had called and given me a tip that Brannon was there sitting in a box with some “swells.”
Hurriedly I drove over to the prestigious racing course and parked my car. It took twenty-five minutes to locate him having a grand time, sipping champagne and exchanging jokes with people. Brannon always had told jokes well. That was one of the things I liked about him – he had always made me laugh, as he now did Ellen Boudreaux, who was hanging on his every word.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I wrote a note and paid a Keeneland attendant to hand it to Brannon. From the back, I watched Brannon read the note and then scan the bleachers. He leaned forward, saying something to Ellen, who smiled brightly at him.
My gawd – she was Asa’s age. Her father donated to the UK Art Department and UK Art Museum. We had worked on exhibits together. What did he think of this September/May romance?
I hurried back to my old Mercedes. In a few moments,
Brannon walked out into the parking lot and finding my car, got in. He did not seem pleased.
He just sat there, not saying anything.
“You said you were going to call,” I accused.
Brannon looked out the window. “I wanted to spare you.”
“Brannon, what’s going on? I think I deserve some sort of answer.”
“I want out, that’s all. I don’t want my old life.”
“I’m so confused. When did all this start? Why didn’t you tell me you were unhappy?”
“You knew, Josey. Don’t pretend otherwise. It’s just everything else took precedence – Asa’s fiasco, the farm, your job – everything but me.”
I was flabbergasted. Could he really be that self-centered and I not know it all these years? “I worked my tailbone off.”
“As did I,” he countered. “Now I’m tired and I want attention. I don’t want to put up with those damn animals on the farm. I don’t want the farm. The Butterfly – that’s your achievement. It was never mine.”
“What about Asa?”
“What about her? She’s grown.”
I gasped. “Brannon, she’s your only child!”
For a moment, Brannon looked uncomfortable – as though he knew he had stepped over the line. “I didn’t mean that.” He looked towards me. “Really, I didn’t. I just want to be free. I don’t want to answer to any timetable. I’m tired, Josey. Can you understand that? I’ve reached a point in my life where all I want is pleasure.” He wavered for a moment. “I don’t know how else to explain it. I want pleasure.”
“Come back home. We can work this out. I can resign from my job. We can travel to wherever you wish; do whatever you want.”
Brannon shook his head. “Not going to work. I want my freedom.”
“You want a divorce?”
“Jesus, Jo, what do you think I’ve been trying to convey to you? Yes, I want out, free and clear.”
We were both silent for a long time. Finally I said, “There’s the question of money. Bills still need to be paid that are in both our names. I should get part of your retirement fund especially since my father set you up in business.”
“Can’t. I’m broke. The firm’s doing badly since Asa’s mishap.”
“You son of a bitch, blaming your cheapness on our daughter. I know for a fact that you were bought out. I talked to Wyman, Brannon. You were paid $500,000 for your share plus you raided all our accounts, leaving me with almost nothing. I also bet that you were given a severance package from work.” I was mad now. Really mad.
“That money is mine.”
“That money is ours. We both worked for it.”
He sneered. “Good luck finding it. I’ll just say I lost it at the track. That I have a gambling problem. The lawyers won’t be able to trace it and neither will you.”
I could hardly breathe. “When did you stop loving me, Brannon?”
“The day I started hating you.”
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