By Pepper Martin, detective to the dead, and main character in the Pepper Martin mystery series
Hard to believe it’s December. By this time next month, the 8th installment of my adventures, the Pepper Martin mysteries, will be on store shelves and I’ll finally be able to tell the story of "Wild, Wild Death," and share everything that happened to me in New Mexico a little while back.
What’s cemetery tour guide from Cleveland doing in New Mexico?
Sighing here as I say that it’s a long, long story. It started back when I was laid off from my job at Garden View Cemetery. I’ll admit it, I was bored, and low on cash. Just to make matters worse, Quinn Harrison, the firecracker hot hunk who is my sometimes-boyfriend, absolutely refused to even talk about my ability to communicate with the dead.
Then the ransom note showed up.
Dan Callaghan, my cute, scruffy scientist friend, had been kidnaped, and those responsible said the only thing that could bring him back alive is if I dug up the bones of a famous Indian and took them to New Mexico.
Sounds simple, yes? Well, except for the digging up the bones part, but since thinking about that still makes me shiver, we won’t go there. I will say that things didn’t stay simple once I got to the great Southwest. See, that’s when the bones got stolen, bodies started dropping, and I had one devious murderer to deal with–one whose idea of boot hill had nothing to do with Jimmy Choo.
Join me for the adventure in "Wild, Wild Death." It will be on store shelves January 3. And oh, those too-cute boots on the cover? I bought them in a little town just north of the New Mexico border. Eat your heart out, Jimmy Choo.