{"id":708,"date":"2017-09-12T23:22:00","date_gmt":"2017-09-12T23:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/box5379.temp.domains\/~pjmaclay\/her-ladyships-ring-mfrw-hooks-2\/"},"modified":"2019-03-26T02:25:16","modified_gmt":"2019-03-26T02:25:16","slug":"her-ladyships-ring-mfrw-hooks-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pjmaclayne.com\/?p=708","title":{"rendered":"Her Ladyship’s Ring #MFRW Hooks"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n<\/span> From Her Ladyship’s Ring, Book 2 of the Oak Grove Mysteries<\/span>:<\/p>\n

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\nFreddie nodded and climbed out of the ambulance. I watched with interest as he and the officer walked towards the porch. The officer, one of those people who used their hands to talk, waved them wildly in the air. The flashlight he held created a miniature laser show as he moved it about. But my attention was diverted when the paramedic discovered another ding on my face and applied the medication that stung worse than the original cut.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cAre any of those cuts going to leave a scar?\u201d Luke asked from the peanut gallery.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cThey shouldn\u2019t.\u201d The paramedic cupped my chin in his palm and moved my head back and forth, studying his handiwork. He pushed a strand of long brown hair that had escaped from my bun away from my face. \u201cNot as long as she keeps them clean and they don\u2019t get infected.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nOne more thing for me to worry about. I tried to remember which cheek James Bond\u2019s scar was on. Or were female PI\u2019s supposed to be flawless? If so, I’d never qualify. My glasses were enough to eliminate me.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nIt didn\u2019t take long until Freddie came back. \u201cHow long were you here before the shot was fired?\u201d he asked. He seemed tired as he climbed back into the ambulance and stood opposite me, bending so his head wouldn’t scrape the roof of the ambulance.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cMaybe fifteen minutes.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cAnd Luke and Joe were with you the whole time?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cWell, no.\u201d With Freddie back into cop mode, not friend mode, I got nervous. \u201cI drove up ten minutes or so before them.\u201d I glanced at the boys, and Joe shrugged.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cDid you go into the house while you were waiting?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cNo.\u201d I felt the heat in my cheeks. \u201cI thought I saw something moving upstairs, and decided to wait outside for them. It was probably just the reflection of a bird on the window, but I didn\u2019t want to take any unnecessary chances. Besides, they were bringing the cleaning equipment.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cDid you hear the shot? Was there more than one?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\nWhat the hell? \u201cNo, I didn\u2019t, I was singing.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cBadly,\u201d muttered Luke.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cOff-key,\u201d added Joe.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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\n<\/span> Blurb: <\/span><\/span>
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\n<\/span><\/span> Harmony Duprie is back, and so is trouble in Oak Grove.<\/span><\/span>
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\n<\/span> When a man is murdered in the back yard of the old Victorian house she is remodeling, Harmony is determined to locate his next-of-kin so he can be put to rest properly. But with her ex-boyfriend Jake out of prison, back in town and one of the suspects in the murder, she takes on the challenge of solving the crime.<\/span>
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\n<\/span> With Eli, her current love interest, in Florida and Jake close by, old emotions come back to haunt her. Can Harmony clear Jake’s name and solve the mystery of her own heart?<\/span>
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\n<\/span> Her Ladyship’s Ring is available at these retailers:<\/span>
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\n<\/span> http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B00VQE31S2<\/span>
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\n<\/span> http:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/books\/1121692446?ean=2940151639064<\/span>
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\n<\/span> https:\/\/itunes.apple.com\/us\/book\/id982884469 <\/span>
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\nhttps:\/\/store.kobobooks.com\/en-US\/ebook\/her-ladyship-s-rin<\/span>
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