It's Release Week for my next D. D. Scott Cozy Cash Comedic Caper Adventure!!!
FLUID FULFILLMENT - Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mystery #1 - is now available on Smashwords and will be live on both Amazon Kindle and B&N Nook anytime now!!!
***Note: I'll update this post as soon as I've got the Kindle & Nook Links!!!
FLUID FULFILLMENT on Amazon
FLUID FULFILLMENT on B&N Nook
While we're waiting, I thought I'd treat y'all to a Sneak Peek!
First, here's the scoop on The Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mysteries:
Each Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mystery (short story) will feature at least one of The Mom Squad quirky-crazy, blue-haired Charlie's Angels wanna-be's!
You'll get to meet their extended families PLUS learn the unique skill each Mom Squad Member has been trained-to by The Cozy Cash Mysteries' QuarterMaster R.
FLUID FULFILLMENT – Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mystery #1 - features Roxy's mom Lily Vaughn, who some say is now fairly gifted in Jujitsu. Think Victoria's Secret meets Kill Bill.
Now then...here's a Sneak Peek Excerpt:
I’m Lily Vaughn.
Well actually, Lily Vaughn-McKinna.
By now, you know my Bootscootin’, apparel-designing-daughter, Roxy Rae. And you might also remember I’m recently divorced from Roxy’s dad Steve Vaughn, a globe-trotting gigolo who runs a fashion empire on the scale of Salma Hyak’s husband, Francois-Henri Pinault. What Francois does with French luxury brands like Yves Saint Laurent and Gucci, my ex does with Italian luxury brands.
I must say, during the years I was Mrs. Vaughn, I learned to run a cutting-edge, dynamite-and-then-some fashion empire, and I’ve now built the same for my daughter’s Raeve Boutiques. Think of us like the Vaughn version of the Kardashian’s Dash stores. I’m Roxy’s business manager, AKA the Kris Kardashian of my daughter’s international fashion empire.
But this isn’t my only job...or what they call a gig out here in LA.
I’m also a member of The Mom Squad, a slightly older version of Charlie’s Angels, who fights international crime along-side one of Roxy’s BFFs and Hollywood stylist to the stars, Zoey Witherspoon.
Actually, we fight crime with Zoey, now the Duchess of Caserta, and her husband the Duke of Caserta, Prince Roman Bellesconi Umberto-Vittorio Emanuele Vanvitelli of the Royal House of Savoy.
And yeah, what a mouth-full, right?
Why aren’t you reading about the Duke and Duchess or their Bootscootin’ BFFs?
Well, trust me, we Mom Squad Members cause plenty of our own mayhem.
Take my brother Wayne McKinna, for example. Wayne is waaay over his older-guy-but-still-perfectly-fit head and body, and in super-deep Dutch with the Hollywood mob, thanks to another Mom Squad wanna-be...our Aunt Dodie.
So with the Duke and Duchess on stand-by, ready to assist as soon as my stubborn brother admits he needs them, we’re hunting down the Hollywood mob.
Here’s the scoop...
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As I stood in the doorway to my brother’s office, I still couldn’t imagine him behind Uncle Lewis’ dark cherry desk. But there he was. Wayne McKinna...in his Southern Cal, golden boy flesh.
Okay...back-up a minute.
I suppose I can’t ignore the obvious. Now that Wayne and I are both in our late 60’s, I suppose he looks more like the dashing and mysterious Sir Sean Connery in his legendary Louis Vuitton ad.
Golden Boy or Sir Connery, either way, Wayne was trying to get comfortable in Uncle Lewis' leather chair. He tipped back the chair then kicked up his legs but couldn’t seem to let them relax over the edge of the desk.
I knew he was craving his beat-up metal desk with the perfectly etched coffee rings, not the slick, cool glass that covered Uncle Lewis' pricey antique collector’s piece.
Wayne just didn't belong in this decorator-perfect room, marking up the rugs and the once clean surface of Uncle Lewis’ desk too, with his old, chipped coffee cup. The usual streams of messy spills were now sloshing over the top and running down the sides.
Hell, he didn't belong here period!
Nothing about Deville 1300 Inc, a manufacturer and distributor of ladies' intimate accessories, was related to my brother. Or to me. Except the owners.
Childless, Uncle Lewis and Aunt Dodie had always looked after us with great pride. There were no boundaries to their affections. For that reason, they’d been kind enough to allow Wayne to set-up this farce of a job in order to accomplish the objectives of his real occupation.
But honestly, Aunt Dodie also thrived on helping Wayne with his career as a private investigator. She did have the eye, actually the nose, for his line of work. And on many occasions, she had helped him find the missing pieces of cases that had, up to that point, eluded him.
In fact, it was her good-natured meddling that was simultaneously indispensable and irritating as hell.
But despite our closeness to Lewis and Dodie, we would never have asked to use their company as a false storefront.
And yes, I most definitely said ‘we’.
Actually, Aunt Dodie and I had formulated the plan as a way for Wayne to appear to be settling into the neighborhood. We had reasoned with him that by accepting an Inventory Manager position at Deville, he'd have the cover he needed to find the person his latest client had hired him to locate. Since the person he had to find was also one of Deville’s best customers, Aunt Dodie and I were basically geniuses.
In the meantime, I’ve gone from helping locate missing cozy cash, in my Thug Guard and Lip Glock adventures, to now searching for missing people.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I may have gotten my nose for trouble from Aunt Dodie’s gene pool. But regardless, she had asked me to come home and help her with this job, so here I am.
Besides, I’ve learned a whole new repertoire of investigative skills, thanks to Roman and Zoey and Roman’s QuarterMaster R, and I am rather anxious to try them out.
Wayne pulled his Mac from its silver case and positioned it in the center of the desk. While he waited for it to power-up, he flipped through the paper file he always created on each new client.
Of course, Aunt Dodie and I had already snuck into his briefcase and perused the file, so we knew exactly what it contained.
Luke Branson's press shot slid out of the folder and onto the glass.
Wayne searched the man's face as if his intense study of it would cause the turd to appear right here in the flesh, ready for interrogation.
After adding Luke Branson to my Turd Roster, I couldn’t help but harrumph all to myself. I just love our Cozy Cash Adventure terms. For example, there is “vic” for victims and “perp” for perpetrators.
But by far, my personal favorite is “turd”, the name Roman, Zoey and R use for the money-hungry thugs we’ve been busy rounding-up. And wow, after spending most of my adult life on the posh Upper East Side of Manhattan, I’ve sure never been able to spout-off about turds.
Now then...back to our current turd on the loose.
Luke had the dark features of an Italian god. His black hair cascaded down around his shoulders in the first photo, but was severely pulled back in the second shot. In both, his raven eyes bore holes right through you.
The photos offered no room for misinterpretation. Luke Branson was a force to be feared, and he wanted anyone looking at him to have no doubts they should be afraid...very, very afraid.
FLUID FULFILLMENT is another 99 Cent D. D. Scott Ebook!!!
The Best of D. D. Scott-ville & Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mystery Wishes --- D. D. Scott
P.S. Mom Squad Mini-Mayhem Mystery #2 - LICENSED FOR LOVE - will release the end of October. Stay-tuned for more Mom Squad-style mayhem with that short-story gem too...