Author D.E. Haggerty – Guest Blogger #BookSpotlight

It is a great pleasure to welcome author D.E. Haggerty to the blog today! She’s the author of the quirky, cozy, mystery three-book “Death by Cupcake” series which were all featured  right here on Nesie’s Place.
D.E. will be interviewing the one and only Molly Smith today from her romantic comedy, “Molly’s Misadventures”.  Be sure to check out D.E.’s social network links, and Molly’s buy links below! “Molly’s Misadventures” is currently on sale for #99cents, but the sale ends soon so do not miss out! AND…D.E. will gift an ebook copy to a random commenter!
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Book title: Molly’s Misadventures

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Content Warning: Profanity

Published: January 11, 2016

Word count: 64,800

 

Synopsis:

I’m having the suckiest day ever. First, my father, aka Mr. Grumpy Pants, calls to say his nurse just walked out on him. Likely story. I rush home to pack only to walk in on my husband getting it on with his younger, skanky secretary. Unfortunately, my quick weekend trip home to fix Dad’s problems turns into a stay of a few weeks. Luckily, I’ve got Danny, the neighbor boy I had a crush on when I was a dorky, braces-wearing, nose-buried-in-a-book teenager, and a brand-spanking new blog to keep my mind off things. Before I know it, I’m writing product reviews of vibrators and getting questioned by a store rent-a-cop at the world’s worst date ever. All while trying to figure out how to take things with Danny to the next level. Not to complicate things or anything but my boss decides to give me an ultimatum – come back in four weeks or don’t come back at all. How in the world did my life get so complicated?

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Interview with Molly from Molly’s Misadventures

By D.E. Haggerty

How’s the love life, Molly?

Oh, my gosh. *Hides face in hands* No easing into it? We’re going to jump right in there? Can I have an easier question? Please. Pretty please with sugar on top.

Okay, then. Why blogging?

Er … that actually wasn’t my choice. My best friend, Dianne, started the whole thing up. She just set me up an account and shoved it in my face as a fait accomplait. I totally revoked her best friend privileges that day.

Well, you’re definitely blogging now. Tell us why you decided to blog about your dating life.

Dating disasters, you mean? Dianne decided I needed a bout of rebound sex – long story – and signed me up for some internet dating website. Yes, I should really hide any and all electronics from her. I don’t know how, but somehow the little conniver convinced me to go on just one date. Since that first dating debacle happened about the same time the blog was set-up, I thought why not blog about it. It’s not like I could be any more embarrassed. Until the second date that is.

I don’t mean to butt in here but aren’t you married?

Wow. You don’t pull any punches. If you want to get all technical about it, I’m separated. Since you’ll probably find out anyway, my husband stepped out on me – with his secretary – and I am therefore completely and totally not obligated to him. Scorned women unite!

Okay. Let’s go back to the blog then. What is internet dating really like?

Ha! Ha! You’re going to have to read my blog to find that out.

Come on. You can tell us a story from your dating experiences that didn’t make it onto your blog.

Persistent, aren’t you? Okay. One thing you miss with my blogs is the lead up to the date. I try to weed out the possible whackos, although I’ve obviously failed at that numerous times. There are several categories of – how shall I say this politely? – incompatible potential dates. The first are those who just want to meet to have casual sex. Most of them are upfront about it, although their requests can be a bit out there. I had one guy email me a whole list of requirements: Do I like to be called master? Do I know how to handle a whip? Can I walk on five-inch heels? Do I own my own cat suit? I couldn’t run away from the computer fast enough.

Thank goodness you don’t need to rely on Internet dating as rumor has it you have a huge crush.

Is it still a crush when you’ve hit the mid-30s mark? We’re taking it slow. Super-duper slow since, as you so helpfully pointed out, I’m still married and going through a divorce. But super slow is definitely not boring. *Blushes*

That’s pretty much all the time we’ve got for today. Anything you’d like to add?

Obviously, everyone should check out my blog. *Winks* But, seriously, thanks for having me on your blog today. It was fun – if not a bit embarrassing at times. *Waves*

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Excerpt:

Molly’s Misadventures

A Coffee Date with the Police

Posted by: Molly Smith at 4:00 p.m.

 Okay, I admit. I assumed my first ‘real’ date in over a decade would be a disaster of epic proportion. I never thought—in my wildest dreams—that the next date would be even worse than that. What’s worse than epic? I have no words. Let me know in the comments if you think of a (mis)nomer that works.

Let’s back up a bit, shall we? Just how did Molly end up on another date after the ambush date? I call it temporary insanity. I let my best friend talk me into signing up for a dating website. I must have been completely out of my mind because I also agreed to go on two dates a week. Not enough craziness? I also agreed to blog about these dates. What have I gotten myself into?

Considering the ambush dinner date of last week, I decided to go for a coffee date with Harry. Not his real name, obviously. I’ve decided to use aliases for all of my dates that start with the letter ‘H’. I once had a friend who named all her children with names that start with a ‘D’. I always did love alliteration, so I’m totally copying her on that one.

So, anyway, my coffee date with Harry. I suggested we meet up in the coffee shop located in a bookstore. It’s a new bookstore I haven’t had time to explore yet. I figured if the date was a dud, I could always do some book shopping because everyone knows you can never have too many books.

The date started out really well. I had mentioned my addiction to lattes when chatting with Harry. When I arrived at the bookstore, there he sat with a fresh latte waiting for me. I’m not going to describe Harry’s physical characteristics because that makes me sound shallow. And now you all think he’s fugly. Well, he’s not. At least not on the outside. Wait until you finish reading to decide on the rest.

We drank our coffees and chatted for about fifteen minutes. Harry was funny with that dry humor that I love so much. My stomach rumbled after a while, and Harry suggested we head to the diner down the street for lunch. I thought it sounded like a great idea and readily agreed.

I should have realized something was off when he then hurried out of the store without waiting for me. I wasn’t expecting him to hold my hand or anything, but he could have walked out the door with me. Well, let me tell you, there’s a very good reason he took off like a rabbit in heat.

I walked through the exit and the security gates started to beep and the lights twinkle. I didn’t think anything of it. I’ve had plenty of security alarms go off by accident before. Being the good citizen I am, I immediately stopped and turned to the security guard rushing towards me.

He grabbed my bag and opened it. To my great surprise, he pulled out the book: Kama Sutra for Beginners. OMG! I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life. I made the incredibly stupid comment: “How did that get in there?” The security guard just looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he’s probably heard that one before.

It didn’t take but a second for me to realize that there was only one way that the book got in my bag—Harry, Mr. Not-So-Nice-After-All. I immediately started to lie out of my ass. “Oops!” I may have even done a giggle at this point. “I must have forgotten to pay for that. Shall I just get in line over there?”

Nice try, Molly. The security guard shook his head at me and told me to follow him. He took me straight to the front of the line—because getting caught stealing the Kama Sutra wasn’t bad enough, I also had to piss off all the people waiting in line. But then he decides to find his voice, and he booms loud enough for the whole store to hear: “Caught this lady trying to steal the Kama Sutra.”

I tried to use my nonexistent magical powers to teleport out of the store, but, like I said, my magical abilities are nonexistent. So I just stood there, turning so red my face could have probably lit up the store. I quickly paid for the book and got the hell out of there—escorted by the security guard, of course. I didn’t even bother to see if Harry was at the diner. I was afraid of what I’d do to the thief if I saw him in person. I rushed home and thanked the goddess that I’ve started stocking my bedroom with wine.

Whose idea was it for me to get back in the dating game, again?

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Meet D.E. Haggerty

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D.E. HaggertyI grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage, every once in a while, to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I decided to follow the husband to Istanbul for a few years where I managed to churn out book after book. But ten years was too many to stay away from ‘home’. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.

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BLOG TOUR & #Review: “Never Trust A Skinny Cupcake Baker (Death by Cupcake)” by DE Haggerty

Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker

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Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker

Book Title: Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker
Author: DE Haggerty
Genre: Mystery
Release Date: April 11, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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A mystery with a heap of laughs, a generous portion of romance, and just a smidgeon of suspense.

Callie’s life is rather awesome. She owns a successful bakery and teaches German literature at the local university. There’s just one tiny problem. She has no self-confidence when it comes to her body. And then there’s the little matter of her being accused of murdering her pole dancing instructor. There’s no way Callie’s going to risk losing her teaching position and thus she embarks, with her best baker bud Anna, on a journey to discover the real killer. Between stripper auditions and a detective who insists Callie is the woman of his dreams, it’s a roller coaster adventure. Cupcakes not included.

excerpt

I set my menu down. “You’ve never had sushi? Why’d you bring us here then?”

He shakes his head. “When are you going to get it into your head that I’d do anything for you?”

“The Tokyo earthquake of 1923 brought sushi into restaurants. Before that, sushi was just a street food, but the quake destroyed much of the city and that caused real estate prices to drop so that sushi chefs could afford real restaurants.” I clamp my hand over my mouth when I realize that I am once again spouting weird trivia because Ben’s words unnerve me.

Ben grins and shakes his head. Then, he surprises the daylights out of me by leaning over and giving me a hard kiss. “You are the sexiest nerd on the entire planet.” He picks up his menu again as if he didn’t just rock my world. “So, what should I order?”

I let his ‘sexiest nerd’ comment drop because there is no appropriate response to crazy. “Is there anything you don’t like?” He shakes his head. “Afraid of raw food?” Another shake. “Okay, let’s order a platter with a mixture of everything.”

He sets his menu down and nods. “Sounds good. Do you think it will fill me up?”

“Well…” I scratch my head and look at Ben’s massive shape. “Maybe we should order some tempura.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m taking them back again. “No wait, that’s a bad idea. I shouldn’t be eating that.”

“Why not? Are you allergic?”

“No, not allergic. Tempura is fried. I should stay away from anything fried.” I fidget in my seat, uncomfortable with my confession.

“Why?” He looks genuinely confused.

I roll my eyes at him. “Because I can’t afford to gain any weight. It’s bad enough I run a bakery.”

Ben captures my hands with one of his enormous hands and grabs my chin with the other one. “I said no more putting yourself down.” I start to protest, but he pinches my chin to quiet me. “You’re gorgeous. I love your curves. You look like a woman should. Man, you’re so sexy, it was all I could do to not drag you into your apartment and have my way with you when I arrived and saw you in that sexy as all get out dress.”

Finally, he’s quiet and I think I can get a word in edgewise. Ben’s not that easily deterred, however. He leans forward and stops any response I would have made with his lips. He nibbles on my bottom lip like I’m some kind of delicacy. When he thinks he’s made his point, he leans back and releases my chin although my hands are still encased in one of his over-sized mitts.

I hear a sigh behind me and look over to see Mikki. “Oh man, that was hot. Do not let him go, Professor Muller.” She flips open her order pad. “Now, what do you want to eat?”

~ My Review ~

Laugh Out Loud Fun!

5 out of 5 Stars!

How much did I love this??? This read was simply too much fun!

Someone is trying to frame bakery owner and part-time college professor, Callie Muller, for murder. With two detectives who are more like badly played TV cops than real professionals, Callie realizes that to avoid jail and save her job, she’ll need to do a lil investigating on her own. Okay, Callie doesn’t realize it in the beginning, it’s actually her pink-haired, diminutive bestie, Anna. And trust me here – ANNA ROCKS!

Think up any buddy team…Felix Unger and Oscar Madison, Laurel & Hardy, Martin & Lewis, LUCY AND ETHEL! There is always one buddy who is calm and rational, while the other throws caution to the wind in a heartbeat and lets the chips fall…wherever. Take all the devil-may-care buddies, roll them up into one…and you have Anna! I had several laugh-out-loud moments during this read, and nearly all of them were because of Anna. Who else could convince you to take a pole-dancing class…(stripper dancing), except for your zany, out-of-control best friend? Kudos to the author for this well-developed, breath of fresh air!

Detective Hottie aka Ben is the perfect wannabe boyfriend. He is determined, without being pushy and overbearing. I mean, who spends a year just trying to get a woman to have dinner with him? Once he saw that jealous spark in Callie, all bets were off, and he “moved in for the kill!” Go, Ben!

Dottie was absolutely, positively, perfectly dreadful! Everyone knows a Dottie…and probably wanted to commit homicide at one time or another! LOL! No tears were shed at her demise. But why frame Callie?

Callie. She is where the story hits snags for me. She was smart and resourceful, and brought the snarkiness with a quickness. But the number she allowed her ex to do on her psyche didn’t sit well with me. So she’s carrying a few extra pounds. To not only allow and tolerate the person who’s supposed to care about her most to ridicule and insult her on a regular basis, but to let that mindset beat her down even AFTER he’s walked away? Oh please! She should have thrown herself a party, instead of believing herself unworthy. (And spending all that time pushing hunkalicious Ben away!)

However, for any points Callie lost with me because of her endless, self-deprecating remarks, she gained them back with her amateur sleuthing. She was sharp enough to think outside of the box – of course, with Anna right there tossing out ideas, staging ‘distractions’, and possibly engaging in less than legal cyber activities. I was quite proud of her for not only going through with the audition (Anna, again!), but getting the job! That should have shut down all those negative self-images then and there.

I figured out who the murderer was ¾ of the way through, but trust me – my motive couldn’t have been more wrong. That is a plot twist you will not see coming!

If you love cozy mysteries, this is a must-read. If you don’t, or have never read one, this will convert you. Who knew you could have so much fun solving a murder?!?

Enjoy!

 

meet the author

another author picI grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage every once in a while to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. Another job change, this time from lawyer to B&B owner and I was again fed up and ready to scream I quit, which is incredibly difficult when you own the business. Thus, I shut the B&B during the week and in the off-season and started writing. Several books later I find myself in Istanbul writing full-time.

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