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My Niece and Nephew joke that I could open a used book store with all the books that I own. I love to read, that is my addiction. I can't go a week without going to a book store. I love crocheting. I love to write stories and poetry. I also love my family, even though they make me crazy at times. I am a huge Donald Duck Fan.

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Katie & Maverick Cozy Mysteries, Book #10

 

Cozy Mystery

Date Published: 07-10-2025

Publisher: Secret Staircase Books

 

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A National Competition and a Deadly Detour

High school teacher Katie Wilk is thrilled when her students qualify for Mock
Trial America, a prestigious courtroom competition in Atlanta. Alongside her
best friend and fellow teacher Jane Mackey, a team of eager teens, and a crew
of devoted chaperones, Katie boards a flight from Minnesota—ready for a
week of intellectual showdowns and Southern hospitality. But things go
sideways before the plane is even off the ground.

With canceled flights, endless delays, and one particularly obnoxious
passenger stirring up trouble, the trip turns into a logistical, almost
deadly, nightmare. When that same rude traveler turns up later in Atlanta, the
chaos takes a deadly turn—and suspicion lands squarely on the Mackey
family.

As Katie digs deeper, she uncovers a web of secrets: stolen documents,
corporate espionage, dangerous toxins, and enough motive to make her question
everything. Can she untangle the truth before the killer strikes again?

Luckily, she’s got help—from Maverick, her sharp-nosed, loyal
Labrador retriever and trained search-and-rescue dog, who’s always ready
to sniff out danger.

Smart, suspenseful, and full of heart, this latest installment in Mary
Seifert’s charming cozy mystery series delivers Southern intrigue,
tricky puzzles, and the kind of dogged determination only a Lab (and a
resolute teacher) can provide.

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In reality, rushing water poured into the pond next to us, and plumes pounded the base of the falls, feeding the swiftly moving water in front of us. It burbled over substantial boulders and rocks and looked no less intimidating than any other spot. 

Wendell removed his shoes, stuffed his socks inside, tied the laces, and hung them around his neck. He rolled up his pants legs and nodded. “You might want to do the same.” 

The last remnants of the rainwater had evaporated from my clothes, and I couldn’t imagine getting wet all over again. I reluctantly removed my shoes and socks, crusty with dried mud, leaves, and burrs. 

Wendell pocketed the gun, descended to the water’s edge, and stepped from the shore to the nearest flat stone, teetered, then caught his balance. He took another step. And another. The words he called over his shoulder were almost lost in the cacophony surrounding us. “It’s fine.” 

I had few options. I tied the laces of my shoes together in front of me around the straps of my backpack to help keep it secure and took a deep breath. The staff acted like a third leg, and the first steps were easy, but the chilly splashes caused me to shiver, and midway across, I slid on a stone, slimy with lichen, dropped the stick, and pitched into the unexpectedly deep torrent of water. 

My body slammed into the ice-cold river, forcing the air from my lungs. I couldn’t get my footing and fought to take a breath as the strong current carried me along and quickly swept me downstream, away from Wendell. I bounced against hard, stationary items submerged below the surface, pummeled from side to side, and could almost hear dinging as if hitting the bumpers on a pinball machine. The turbulence in the water increased, rippling and foamy. The surge dragged me under. I came up sputtering and inhaled a mouthful of water before the world around me spun out of control. 

I couldn’t catch my breath. From deep in my subconscious came words I learned from CJ Bluestone, Carlee’s dad and Maverick’s search-and-rescue trainer. “Stay calm, no matter what the problem.” I had a problem—a big problem. 

My heavy pack continued to pull me under. No matter how much I wriggled and writhed, I couldn’t shrug it loose. I thrashed and my shoes thumped my chest. Then I remembered the ties, but my numb fingers didn’t have the dexterity to undo the knots. The river quickly turned to rapids, more froth, faster moving, more stones, and an increase in the roar of spilling water. Whatever waited for me wouldn’t be gentle, and my efforts to steer toward shore made no headway. I watched a huge log a few hundred yards in front of me rise up and plummet out of sight. Kicking and flailing had little impact on my trajectory. My strength declined. My head filled with a million thoughts, some welcome memories and some regrets, when I realized, I wasn’t going to make it. 

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Mary Seifert

Mary Seifert is the author of the Katie and Maverick Cozy Mysteries 2024
International IMPACT Award winner for books in a series, a collection of fun
and thrilling tales that will keep you on the edge of your seat! Her books,
including the 2023 American Fiction Award finalist Maverick, Movies &
Murder and the 2024 Chanticleer Murder and Mayhem finalist Santa, Snowflakes
& Strychnine, are must-reads for cozy mystery fans who enjoy a good puzzle
wrapped in a heartwarming story.

Set in the charming landscapes of West Central Minnesota, where the lakes
begin and the criminals are caught, Mary’s stories transport readers to
a world of intrigue, humor, and small-town charm. Each book is a delightful
mix of suspense and warmth, featuring memorable characters, ingenious puzzles,
and clever twists that keep you guessing until the very end.

Busy crafting her next mystery, Mary indulges in her love of research,
currently studying the flora and fauna of the Nantahala National Forest and
the magnetic call of Atlanta for the upcoming installment of her series. She
believes that every great mystery starts with a curious mind and a love for
uncovering the truth, but scrupulously scrubs her browsers history of any hint
of crime.

Join Mary on her literary journey, where a good story is always paired with a
cozy blanket, a glass of wine, and a touch of mischief!

 

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Contemporary Gay Romance, Polyamorous

Date Published: August 8, 2025

 

Casey can get just about any man he wants, except for the one he wants
the most.

 

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s
always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who
isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

 

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“Suck me tender.”

“Hey dumbass, I’m the boss here. If you didn’t have a big
shlong, you wouldn’t get any screen time.”

I picked up the towel and covered up my biggest asset. “Jealous
much?”

Max looked like he was ready to blow steam but he clenched his jaw and nodded
toward the king-sized bed. It was all decked out in white linen, the better to
show off our tanned bodies. “I want you and Joey to do a fast run
through, no sex, before we start filming.”

“Time is money,” I said, throwing his own words back at him.
“I don’t need to rehearse.”

“Says you. Did you even read the script?”

“Course I did. Masturbate first, and then Joey walks in and gives me a
hand. It’s not rocket science.” It was an easy scene. I could do
it in my sleep. I never have a problem getting hard, especially when I know
somebody’s watching.

“Okay Mr. Motherfucking-Know-It-All, do your thing.”

I sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

Max spit out one word. “Action.”

I started rubbing my cock through the material of the towel. After a minute, I
flung open the towel and let my dick take a bow. It was stiff and begging for
attention but I ignored it. Slowly I ran my hands down my chest, tweaking my
nipples until they were erect. It didn’t take long. My hot buttons are
super sensitive. A delicious warmth spread through my groin. It was time to
give my prick some attention. I gave it a few easy strokes, taking my time so
I could show off my body. Occasionally I glanced at the camera with a
smoldering gaze. Then I started jerking off in a steady rhythm.

Nobody knows my hot spots like I do. It didn’t take long for my
breathing to speed up. My balls drew up tight and I knew I was close. Where
the heck was Joey? He should have been here by now. I wanted to give him a cum
shower. Max was a shit director. One day I’d direct my own films. I
tried to hold off, but my cock was throbbing. Fuck it. I was too close. One
more hard stroke and I hosed myself down with a massive cum load.

White cream covered my chest, up to my neck and under my chin. I groaned,
scooped some up with my fingers and licked them clean. I knew I looked hot as
hell.

“Cut!” Max stood over me, hands on hips. “I tell you when to
come.”

“You can’t hold back momentum, Max.” One of these days
I’ll quit mouthing off, but not today. “If you could get it up,
you’d know that.”

If looks could kill I would have died right then, but Max couldn’t touch
me. I was golden. Nobody made the studio more money than I did.

“Face it, Max. I know what my audience wants and I give it to them.
That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”

“Get over yourself, princess. You’re a fucking porn actor.
There’s a thousand more waiting to take your place.”

As usual, Paul, the cameraman and peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation.
“This is good stuff, Max. The guys will eat it up.”

Max gave him a disgusted look and turned back to me. “You got anything
left for Joey?”

“Does a tin man have a stainless steel cock?”

Everybody laughed except Max. Fuck him. He turned his back, but not before he
took another long look at my chest. I smiled as I lay back against the
pillows. Look all you want, Max, but you’ll never get your hands on this
body. But I knew he’d take the film home and masturbate to it all night.

“Hey, Cox.”

My head jerked up at the sound of Joey’s voice. People tend to think
that porn stars don’t have real lives. They think that, given the nature
of what we do for a living, we must be emotionally detached and incapable of
having a real relationship. That’s only partly true. While I don’t
have, need, or want, a significant other, I have my sister, Julie, and my best
friends, Joey and Paul.

Joey is not only a friend, he’s also a great costar. He’s a lean
six feet, with short spiky blond hair and brown eyes. The dude is practically
hairless while I sport a sexy trail of dark hair that leads to a
well-manicured bush. The camera loves the contrasts between us, and so do the
guys who buy our videos. We spend so much time together, it was only natural
we’d become buddies.

Grinning, Joey sat on the bed. “You just can’t help yourself, can
you, Casey?” He started wiping my chest with a warm, wet cloth.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some
things never change.

 

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Mafia Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: August 8, 2025

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Daddy’s Girl…

Betty Ann

I love my position as the daughter of the King of Clubs. I do what I want,
when I want, and get what I want — I don’t like being told no. Ever. Daddy
lets me get away with everything. Not Sarge, though. He drives me crazy and
makes me play by the rules… So why do I want to keep him around?

Sarge

I’m Army to the core and live for the rules. I need order, but BA creates
chaos. She pushes and demands. She wants everything… So why do I want to
give it to her? I can’t resist her and I should. Her father will destroy me if
I touch her and I very much want to touch her. But is the saucy woman in the
mini dress worth my life?

She just might be.

 

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Betty Ann

“I don’t think there’s any man who can tame me, Nina.”
Betty Ann Morris stood in front of her floor-length mirror and ran her fingers
through her stick-straight hair. “I don’t.”

Nina, her best friend and closest confidante, joined her at the mirror.
“I don’t know. You’re nineteen. I’m sure there’s
someone out there. Has to be.”

Betty Ann considered what Nina had said, but didn’t agree. She
wasn’t that naive. Men viewed her one of two ways — either as the pixie
that needed to be given some experience, only to find out she had more than
they did, or as a tart who deserved to be treated like shit.

“You don’t believe me.” Nina shrugged, then walked out of
view. “You’ve grown up too fast. So have I, but whatever.”

“Deep.” Betty Ann turned on her heel and strode over to her
closet. Nina wasn’t wrong about them growing up too fast. How could she
not? Her father – known as The King of Clubs — owned the biggest chain
of nightclubs in the tristate area. She’d frequented his clubs since she
was far too young to be in such places. She’d mixed with the wrong
crowds and tried things she never should’ve been around.

Why? It was fun. She flipped a lock of her hair over her shoulder, then
considered her wardrobe. “We’re going out tonight.”

“Like we do every Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.” Nina
padded across the thick carpet. She held up a teal sequined dress, then tossed
the garment onto the bed. “What about that one?” She pointed to a
black dress.

“Might work.” She wasn’t sure which dress she’d
choose. She’d seen a few things in her nineteen years. Getting close to
her wasn’t possible most of the time. If her father wasn’t forcing
men away, they ended up dead. “Where do you want to go? Vodka Lounge? Or
The Martini
?”

“I thought we’d try the new one. Hitchcock’s.” Nina
shrugged into a tight pink dress. The bright color worked well with her dark
hair. The fabric pressed against her breasts and showcased her nipples. When
she danced, she’d definitely gain attention.

“I like that dress on you. Looks better with your complexion than it
does with mine.” She yanked dresses aside, until she found something
suitable. “How about this one?” She plucked a navy dress. The
garment sparkled with a few thousand crystals.

“Yes.” Nina nodded. She laced up the side of her dress.
“That works with your curves and the color of your hair.”

Betty Ann had to agree. She’d spent a fortune on the bleaching process
this time around. Some might want the brassy look, but she insisted on her
blonde being as California blonde as possible. Beachy, natural-looking and
perfect for her skin tone. Call her vain, but she insisted she looked good.

She stepped into the dress and slipped her arm through the lone strap. Once
she adjusted the garment around her breasts, showcasing plenty of cleavage,
she zipped the side. The second the fabric encased her torso, a jolt of
electricity rocked through her. The right dress always set the tone for the
night.

She pulled her hair back from her face and stood before her makeup table.

“That’s one thing I’ve always loved about you. Unlike most
girls our age, you know how to do your makeup without overdoing it,”
Nina said. “I’m jealous of your skills with a makeup brush.”

“The trick is to keep your makeup as simple as possible so it looks
natural. If you do that, then you won’t age yourself.” She
finished applying a nude eye shadow, then applied the perfect cat-eye liner.

“Are you going to bag a man tonight?” Nina asked. She pursed her
lips before swiping another line of lipstick across her bottom lip. “You
always do — when you want one.”

“I’m considering it.” She finished her makeup, then left the
mirror. “I never get turned down. You don’t either.”

“Because I get your leftovers.” Nina remained at the mirror.
“I don’t think that guy at The Martini was all that thrilled to
get me over you.”

“He wasn’t my type and he sure seemed interested in you.”
Betty Ann opened the door to her shoe closet. “That’s why I
steered him to you.”

“I didn’t mind, but it would’ve been nice if he did like
me.” Nina finished her makeup. “I’m not gorgeous like
you.”

“Who says?” She selected a pair of strappy sandals. She’d
been walking in heels since she was thirteen and had perfected her sway.

“Me.” Nina stepped into her shoes, then picked up her clutch
purse. “You like to play with fire. Those guys at the club aren’t
going to want a princess.”

She snorted. “You’re saying I’m a princess?” Of
course, she was. She insisted on getting her way, she could be a brat and she
demanded a lot from everyone.

“You should have a crown.” Nina clicked her purse shut. “Are
we going to be able to bring purses or just keep them in the car?”

“Car.” She fastened the strap on her left shoe, then adjusted the
one on the right shoe. “It’s safer that way. We won’t get
our shit stolen and the bouncers have to do whatever I want.”
She’d been spoiled that way.

“I know.” Nina waited for Betty Ann to finish smoothing her dress.
“You’re going to find a guy who isn’t turned on by your
princess act, won’t like that you can’t exist without
daddy’s money and clout, and he’ll make you think twice about your
lifestyle.”

“Right,” she replied. “I know who to play with and who to
throw back. If the guy is going to give me too much shit, then he’s not
worth it. Let’s go.” She flicked her hand.

With Nina behind her, she strode downstairs to the ground floor, through the
kitchen to the expansive foyer before stopping under the covered driveway
arch.

Her favorite car was driven up to where she stood and Dirks, the driver she
liked best, exited the vehicle. He opened the back door for her.

“Thank you, Dirks.” She settled on the seat, then moved over for
Nina. “We’re going to Hitchcock’s.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He closed the door behind Nina and hustled
around the hood to the driver’s side. The privacy glass kept him from
listening to their conversation. She swore he still listened in on what she
said, but she wasn’t positive.

“You might know who to play with and who to avoid, but there’s a
guy out there who won’t be such a pushover,” Nina said. “One
you can’t order around.”

“I doubt that.” Betty Ann stared out the window at the landscape
flying by. Living on more than one hundred acres was nice, but it made quick
trips to town almost impossible. “Men are here to be played with. They
don’t want relationships — not with a girl like me.”

Guys her age wanted to bag “the hot chick” and older men wanted to
bag the “hot young girl.” If she was told one more time she had
coltish legs, she’d scream. Yes, she had long legs and knew how to wrap
them around a man’s waist during sex, but she wasn’t wobbly on
those legs. Not by a long shot.

“What do you mean?” Nina asked. “You’ll find a man
tonight. Bet me you won’t.”

“How much?”

“One hundred bucks.”

Nina hadn’t even flinched. Damn. “You’re on. What are the
terms?”

“I bet you find the one man tonight that makes you give him two nights.
The guy who makes you think twice. You’ll get hung up on him,”
Nina said. “And you’ll like it.”

“And I bet you that’s all bullshit.”

Nina shrugged, then held out her hand. “You’ll see.”

“Nina.” She nudged her friend. “It won’t
happen.” Men were toys to play with. They were meant to be discarded
when they outlived their welcome. There was always another waiting when she
desired.

“You’ll get hung up on this one and lose your head.” Nina
laughed. “Not that I want your money. I want to see you eat your
words.”

“Never.”

 

About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of
more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since
2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and
paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works
are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a
second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at
the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and
Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various
e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

 

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Political Satire/Fiction

Date Published: October 28th, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

At the turn of the next century, a corporate oligarchy rules America
with an iron fist. Commercial jingles have replaced the Top Forty, babies come
from factories, and the race captivating the nation isn’t between
political candidates. It’s the cutthroat competition to find the formula
for No-Sog Stay-Crisp Cornflakes.

The battle pits cereal titan Todd Swindell, head of Flakes Alive Incorporated,
against Chad Scandalman of the Great American Flake Company. When Scandalman
hires a diminutive assassin named Twinkle to bump off his rival’s top
chemist, it sparks a war of the flakes that makes the bloody feud of York and
Lancaster look tame by comparison.

But not everyone in the Cornflake capital of Domino, Indiana, is happy with
the status quo. Ziggie Wexler, an unemployed pipefitter and all-around average
Joe, knows that something is deeply wrong with his country.

All history prior to 2040 has been banned, but old-timers whisper about the
days when people still voted for their leaders. After Ziggie posts fiery
polemics against the state to the Clandestine Journal, he becomes a marked
man. But in a world built on lies, there’s one truth he’s sure of.
Somebody needs to fight back.

 

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James Owens
Retired IT professional, James Owens is a trained computer engineer and
technical documentation specialist who earned an A.A.S. in computer
programming and a B.A. in English from Purdue University.

Immensely curious about human behavior, James spent the 1970s hanging out on
the streets to observe people, many of whom became inspirations for his
fictional characters. Later, he worked in cube farms at conservative insurance
companies, where the idiosyncrasies of corporate personalities sparked his
imagination.

James has spent the last decade reading and writing offbeat fiction about
bizarre protagonists. Corporate Almighty: 2098, a dystopian tale about the
rise of the corporation and the fall of democracy, follows his first two
novels, Animal Candy and Pods of Bubbledumb: A Study in Mass Depravity.

Born and raised in an industrial suburb on the south edge of Chicago, James
lives with his wife Sue and four cats in Evansville, Indiana.

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Cowboys of Sunrise Ridge, Book 1

 

Contemporary Western Romance

 

Date Published: August 4, 2025

 

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What happens when a runaway baker meets a grumpy cowboy? It’s a recipe
for plenty of sparks and a fairytale romance.

Dumping her cheating fiancé was a good decision—getting stranded
in Wyoming, not so much. The silver lining? A breathtaking ranch and a hunky
cowboy, if only he wasn’t so broody.

Luke Wolfe likes his life simple—running Sunrise Ridge Ranch, keeping to
himself, and avoiding anything that even remotely resembles love.

He doesn’t need company.

He certainly doesn’t need a stubborn city girl messing with his
perfectly ordered life.

But Goldi Summers turns his world upside down in the best way.

Just when Luke’s ready to admit he wants forever, an accident erases her
memory of him. Can he make her heart remember what her mind has forgotten?

 

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Niki Mitchell
Niki Mitchell writes children’s books along with contemporary,
paranormal. fantasy, and historical time-travel romance. Married for over
thirty years and a romantic at heart, she enjoys writing about strong female
characters in unusual settings. When she isn’t playing with her cats,
she enjoys reading, taking walks, water aerobics, photography, and traveling.

 

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