Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Giveaway: Murder on the Ol' Bunions (Kindle Edition) for LOL Summer Reading

I'm GIVING AWAY THREE Kindle Edition COPIES OF Murder on the Ol’ Bunions for your summer reading enjoyment. Must have Amazon account to win.

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MURDER ON THE OL’ BUNIONS Book 1 © S. Dionne Moore 2013


Something about the Out of Time antique store didn’t feel quite right that Tuesday afternoon. The rattle of that annoying bell Marion Peters insisted on hanging over the front door combined with the shock of cool air against my hot skin and managed to fry all my circuits and make me feel a little crazy. Kind of like the days when my kids each used to demand all my attention at once.
“Mercy, Marion,” I reached up to still the clattering noisemaker and called down the narrow building toward the soda fountain Marion used as a counter, at the back of the store. “When you goin’ to bless us all by removing this thing?”
No one answered. Strange, that. Silence is not one of Marion’s virtues. Come to think of it, her Virtue list is pretty short, if you get my meaning. And no one enters Marion’s store without her verbally pouncing on them with news of her latest purchase of quality merchandise or her daughter Valorie’s most recent show of academic brilliance.
My sweet husband, Hardy, set the bell to rattling all over again as he heaved his plaid pants a little higher and stepped inside the shop and out of the New Mexico sunshine. He shot me a grin that sported his pride and joy—his lone front tooth, covered in gold. But the sight of his weathered black face and grizzled gray-black hair has filled my heart with contentment for going on thirty-eight years. ’Course, I don’t let him know that too often, or he’d be thinking he’s got me wrapped around his little finger.
Hardy shut the door and gazed up at the spastic bell. He reached to silence the thing, fingertips three inches shy of meeting their goal. His cocoa eyes rolled in my direction, waiting. You see, Hardy’s as short as I am tall.
I reached up to squelch the bell and patted him on the head, not bothering to hide my smile. “Where’d you disappear to? I looked all around the library for you, then gave up and came here.”
Hardy’s grin didn’t dim. “Went to Payton’s to talk music. He tried to sell me a book on playing the banjo.”
“You don’t play the banjo.”
“Yup. Where’s Marion?”
“How am I supposed to know? I just got here myself.” Reaching around Hardy’s slender form, I opened the door wide enough to set the bell to making noise and slammed it hard. We both cocked our ears toward the room for any sound to indicate Marion’s arrival.
Hardy guffawed. “Never thought I’d enter a place owned by Marion Peters and not hear her mouth flapping.”

Born and raised in Manassas, Virginia, S. Dionne Moore moved to Greencastle, PA in 1993, then to Mercersburg in 2008. Moore enjoys life in the historically rich Cumberland Valley where traffic jams are a thing of the past and there are only two stoplights in the whole town.
Moore is author of the LaTisha Barnhart Mystery series as well as new historical romance release "A Heartbeat Away."


  1. Read the book and found it quite entertaining! My summer is filled with travel - Arizona, California, NY, and New Jersey.

    ~Nancy Jill Thames

  2. Sandra--Piques interest right off the bat! Three winners are going to be very grateful to have this book:)

  3. what makes the summer special for me is that i get to wear my shorts!!! LOL!!! after many years of NOT wearing shorts, cuz of a skin issue, i finally reached that age where i just don't care & rather be comfortable!!!

    thank you for the giveaway!!!

    cyn209 at juno dot com

  4. Boo Hoo Hoo - I have a Nook! I think I might have read this one. I know I've read a couple of them and laughed out loud more than once.

    Deborah Malone
    "Death in Dahlonega"
    "Murder in Marietta"