Tuesday, May 12, 2015

RELEASE DAY! GIVEAWAY! FREE BOOK! It's a Party Because Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak (Funeral Crashing #4) Is Finally Here!

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ADVENTURES IN HOMICIDE AND HEARTBREAK is now available to buy at your favorite ebook retailer! I'm so excited to finally release it! 

About the book: Kait Lenox and Ethan Ripley are officially in the I love you stage and they can't keep their hands off each other. When she's not making out with Ethan, Kait also has a new internship at the local police department. Kait's life is finally perfect, that is until she sees her boss interrogating someone she knows. It's Troy, her ex-BFF Ariel's boyfriend and it looks like he's going to be accused of murder. Kait knows she probably shouldn't get involved and that Ethan will hate it, but she just can't help herself!

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Losing It: A Collection of V-Cards (ONLY for mature readers, 18+) is FREE May 11-13. Ethan and Kait have a steamy scene in it. There's also 21 other great authors you should meet! Their scenes are swoonworthy! Get it now on AMAZON before it goes back up to $3.99!

AND...make sure to join my mailing list! Starting this month (May 2015) I'll be sending out the Ethan POV's from each of the Funeral Crashing books to my mailing list before I put them up for sale on Amazon. It's a huge freebie for my mailing list subscribers! Join ASAP so that you don't miss out!!!!!! http://www.mildaharris.com/p/contact.html


And now for a release week GIVEAWAY! Win ebook copies of ALL of the Funeral Crashing ebooks! Enter below and WIN! Already read them? That's okay! Enter anyway and I'll exchange them for other books that I've written of your choice or you can win an Amazon Giftcard for their cash value!

You can also still enter to win a signed paperback copy of Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak on Goodreads (ends May 15th, 2015): https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/136561-adventures-in-homicide-and-heartbreak


Make sure to also check out the first chapter of Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak which I posted here: EXCERPT  

I'll be posting more this week about writing the book, Funeral Crashing #5, and more! Check back!

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak Excerpt & Giveaway!

Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak is out May 12th, 2015!

The countdown to Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak's release begins! It will be officially released Tuesday May 12th, 2015! In today's blog I'll post an excerpt and tell you about a signed paperback giveaway of Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak! 
Before I do that, FREEBIE ALERT! Make sure to join my mailing list! This month (May 2015) I'll be sending out the Ethan POV's from each of the Funeral Crashing books to my mailing list before I put them up for sale on Amazon. It's a huge freebie for my mailing list subscribers! Join ASAP so that you don't miss out!!!!!! http://www.mildaharris.com/p/contact.html

And now the excerpt!!!! 

Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak (Funeral Crashing #4) EXCERPT (I apologize for the weird formatting. Blogger hates copy/paste from Word. Drives me crazy! :) ):

I love you. There it was written on the screen of my phone in text message from my boyfriend, Ethan Ripley. I couldn’t get enough of looking at those words. We had only said, texted, and written those three significant words about a billion times, but it wasn't getting old. I felt giddy every single time I saw or heard them from Ethan. I was so totally and completely in love with him. I still couldn't believe that he was my boyfriend and that he loved me. Life had taken such a surreal, amazing turn since the beginning of the school year. My life was finally completely perfect for once. 
“Kait. Kait. Kait. Kait. Miss Lenox,” Detective Dixon said breaking into my thoughts.
I looked up and felt my cheeks start turning pink. The silly smile that I knew was on my face disappeared. I turned off my phone and put it back into my purse. It was kind of embarrassing getting caught sending love texts to your boyfriend by your boss when you were supposed to be doing work for your internship. 
“Oh, hey, Detective Dixon. Is something up?” I asked innocently.
Detective Dixon handed me a stack of papers. “Yes. Can you photocopy these for me ASAP?”
“Sure. No problem,” I said taking the stack of papers from Detective Dixon. “I’ll get them back to you right away.” 
When I took the internship at the Palos Police Department I thought that it would be really cool, but so far it had mostly been making tons and tons of copies. Of course, I did manage to read some of the police reports, which were really interesting, but the downside was that my fingers were full of band-aids from paper cuts and I kept getting ink stains all over my clothes. 
“Can you get me a cup of coffee too?” Detective Dixon asked.
That was another part of my job. I brewed and poured a ton of coffee. I was practically becoming a barista like Suzie. Everyone had a specific way to drink his or her coffee too. Detective Dixon’s order was easy. He liked his coffee strong and black. It was one of the few orders I managed to remember.
“Sure. Do you have your travel mug?” I asked. As a thank you for getting me the internship I had gotten him a travel mug that said: Recycling is cool. It wasn’t completely altruistic of me of course. I was trying to get Detective Dixon to get rid of his Styrofoam cup addiction. Plus I was hoping that if Detective Dixon read that mantra every day then it might stick and make him pro-active on recycling. A girl could hope.
Detective Dixon frowned. He never knew where he put that mug. I was always finding it in random places when I got him coffee.
“I think it’s on my desk.”
“No problem. I’ll get it after I make the copies,” I said.
"Thanks," Detective Dixon said.
The travel mug was actually probably not on his desk, but buried under a pile of paper. Once I even found it under his desk. I didn’t know how Detective Dixon kept any of his files straight. His office was a constant mess. That mess also, much to my disappointment, still included Styrofoam cups. When I wasn't at the office getting him coffee in his mug, he was still drinking from them. Maybe he needed a second travel mug so that he could use that one when he couldn't find the first one. Still, I had to admit, Detective Dixon was great at his job. I guess his disorganized system worked for him despite the fact that he couldn't seem to find that one mug when he wanted a cup of coffee.
I got up from my desk to go to the copy room.
"And Kait," Detective Dixon said.
"What?" I turned back to look at him.
"You're doing a great job so far."
Thank you," I felt my cheeks turn pink. 
I rushed to the copy room. Maybe making copies wasn't so bad. At least that was what I thought for about two whole minutes until the copier jammed. It practically shredded one of Detective Dixon's original reports. I tried to breathe and not kick the copy machine. I pulled a few shreds of the original paper out of it. I'd have to tape it together. I wondered if Detective Dixon would freak out. It wasn't my fault, though, that the copier ate it.
I grabbed some tape off of the stockroom shelf. Luckily it was in the same room as the copier. I started taping the paper together. It was a police report from a week ago. I scanned the first few lines and stopped. My heart started to race. It was about a murder. Now this was why I had accepted Detective Dixon's offer to intern for the police department. I wanted to see how a professional murder investigation was carried out. I glanced around. It was a grey area, reading the cases. I wasn't sure what Detective Dixon would say if he caught me perusing them. Somehow I thought that he might not approve. I finished taping the paper together and scanned the top of the page. 
When Dixon entered the apartment he observed a female lying on the ground fully clothed with a gunshot wound to the chest. 
I wondered if they had any suspects yet. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I read on. 
She was lying only a few feet from the doorway in the living room of the apartment. Her purse was on the floor next to her, its contents spilled across the floor as if it had fallen with her when she was shot. The room itself appeared in order and there was no sense of a scuffle having occurred.
"Hey, Kait. I'm about to interview someone. Can you hurry up and get me that coffee?" Detective Dixon asked, poking his head into the copy room. "I found my mug and I need those copies."
I almost jumped out of my skin, but I tried to cover it. I grabbed the copies. I almost didn't have time to feel surprised that Detective Dixon had found his travel mug. Almost.
"Sure. Here's the report. I sort of mangled one of the originals, but it was the copier. I swear," I said.
 Detective Dixon frowned, but took my copies including the shredded report. "Be more careful next time."
I grabbed the travel mug that Detective Dixon held out to me and ran for the kitchen. I didn't want to give him the time to put together that I had been reading the report. I wasn't going to meddle. I was just curious about the case. Still, I had a gut feeling that Detective Dixon wouldn't be happy about me sticking my nose where it didn't belong.
I quickly filled Detective Dixon's coffee mug with black coffee and walked back to his office to give it to him. I knocked, but he didn't answer. I peered into the room. He wasn't inside. I wondered if I should go find him in one of the interrogation rooms, but I wasn't sure that he'd look favorably on me walking in if he was already interrogating a witness. That could also be dangerous. I walked into his office and placed his mug on his desk.
Of course as I did that, the top of the coffee spilled a little onto a file folder on his desk. Today was not my day. First the copier shredded the report and now this. I looked around the room and spotted a box of tissues on a side table. I grabbed them and blotted the file folder. At least it helped a little. I opened it. My half shredded document was underneath along with a bunch of other papers. I stared at it. It was like fate. I was tempted to start reading the report again, but I didn't. It would be way too easy for Detective Dixon to catch me if I was in his office. Still, if I ever needed to copy it again at least I'd know which case it was...
I shook myself out of my thoughts. At least the shredded report wasn't wet. I shut the file folder, dabbing it again with more tissue to make sure it was as dry as possible. Then I made sure to place it far away from the coffee mug.
I ran back to my make-shift desk, which was really just a small folding table set up for me in an out of the way spot in the bullpen. I pulled out my phone. I needed something to occupy my thoughts and my number one distraction was Ethan.  He would make me feel better. I thought about calling him, but I didn't think any of the other officers would want to hear me talk lovey-dovey to Ethan. 
Hey. Whatcha up to? I texted. Maybe we could get back on track with the I love you texts. They made me super happy inside. Should I say it first
Writing a song. Ethan texted back.
I smiled. This could be just about as good as the I love you texting. About me? 
Maybe. Ethan wrote.
I knew I had a sappy look on my face now. I hoped it was another song about me. I absolutely loved the first song that he wrote about me. It was called Funeral Crashing Girl and I had recorded him singing it. I listened to it over and over and over again. The first time he played it for me was at one of his gigs on the night he told me that he loved me for the first time. It meant so much more to me because of that.
I still couldn't believe that Ethan loved me. It was like all of my dreams had come true. Things were perfect between us. I got to kiss him practically every day at school and make-out with him whenever I had time outside of school. There was only one thing that I was nervous about. I was starting to want more. Things had been great right up until New Year's. Then after an amazing New Year's kiss that had lit my body on fire and that I hadn't wanted to stop, I started thinking about it. You know. It. It was totally freaking scary, but I was definitely starting to want more. I was pretty sure Ethan felt the same way. At least I hoped he did. We hadn't really talked about it officially or anything. I was too scared to bring it up and I really wasn't sure if I was ready. I mean, a huge part of me was definitely ready. My heart beat a little faster just thinking about it, actually. I had definitely fantasized about it, but that was all fantasy. The reality of it was different. It was such a big step in our relationship, not to mention in my life. It was kind of terrifying and yet, super exciting too.
"But I didn't do anything!" A guy was yelling from inside one of the interrogation rooms.
The yelling broke me out of my head. I reluctantly looked up from my cellphone as the door to that interrogation room swung open. Detective Dixon walked out and over to Officer Quincy. I wondered what was going on. It looked like a heated discussion. I wondered if it had to anything to do with the report I had started to read. Was the suspected murderer in there? Officer Quincy was frowning at something Detective Dixon said. I wished I could hear what they were saying. This was why I was here! I wanted to know how they investigated a murder. What kind of questions did they ask when they were interrogating someone? Did they really do good cop/bad cop? I wanted to know.
Officer Quincy was facing me. I wished I could read his lips. I needed to practice that. Maybe there was a video online that could give me some tips. Huh. He had kind of nice lips for a guy. Truthfully, I'd almost have a crush on Officer Quincy if I wasn't dating Ethan. He had slightly too long for a cop brown hair, brown eyes, and you could tell he worked out. He was pretty hot actually. To top it all off, he couldn't have been that much older than me. He had to only be in his early twenties. I hadn't really talked to him or anything, though. I still got tongue twisted around cute guys even if I did have a boyfriend. Besides, I didn't want Officer Quincy to remember the first time he had met me. I had been covered in goop at a funeral and it wasn't the best first impression.
Officer Quincy glanced over at me like he could tell I was looking at him. I looked away, feeling my cheeks turn pink. That was when I saw whom Detective Dixon had been talking to in the interrogation room. He was leaning toward the doorway and staring at Officer Quincy and Detective Dixon like he was trying to figure out what they were talking about too. It was someone I knew. My jaw dropped. It was my ex-BFF's boyfriend, Troy Matthews.   
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And now for the GIVEAWAY!  

You can enter to win a signed paperback copy of Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak on Goodreads (ends May 15th, 2015): https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/136561-adventures-in-homicide-and-heartbreak

Be sure to check back during release week for another Funeral Crashing giveaway and to find out more about Adventures in Homicide and Heartbreak!