Today I am so pleased to welcome Vawn Cassidy to Joyfully Jay. Vawn has come to talk to us about her latest release, Dead Serious. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
‘Well,’ Dusty says mildly. ‘That was interesting.’
‘I don’t suppose you have any idea what your unfinished business might be, do you?’ I ask hopefully.
‘Trying to get rid of me already?’ The corner of her mouth twitches.
‘You know what I mean.’ I blow out a slow breath. ‘I feel a bit…’ I shrug helplessly.
‘Don’t sweat it, boo.’ Dusty waves a hand.
‘Don’t sweat it?’ I repeat. ‘She basically just told me they didn’t want me in heaven or the afterlife or whatever and sent me back with ghost vision to spice up my life a bit.’
‘No.’ Dusty grins. ‘What she said was it wasn’t your time, plus ghost vision sounds pretty awesome, kinda like a superpower.’
‘Really? When was the last time you saw a superhero who looked like me?’ I gaze down at my long skinny body.
‘I’ve got two words for you,’ Dusty says smugly. ‘Tom Holland.’
‘Ah,’ I reply.
‘Cute, nerdy, sweet as pie.’ Dusty ticks an imaginary list off her fingers.
‘I really don’t think anyone would say I was sweet as pie.’ I wrinkle my nose.
‘I bet Inspector Gorgeous probably would given half the chance.’ A slow smirk curves her mouth. ‘Speaking of which, I think you should call him and ask him out to dinner.’
‘I…’ I hesitate my brows folding into a frown.
‘What?’ Dusty asks. ‘I don’t get why you’re so reluctant. Every time you and Inspector Delicious are orbiting each other, us mere mortals almost get incinerated by the heat. It’s obvious you want him, so what’s the problem?’
‘It’s not the sex.’ I frown. ‘Sex I can do, it’s all the other stuff.’
‘Other stuff?’ Dusty blinks. ‘Do you think he has like a sex dungeon or something?’
‘No.’ I huff out an unintentional laugh. ‘I mean all the dating, relationship stuff. I’m so bad at it, it’s not even funny. Guys start out thinking I’m all cute and adorably awkward, like a puppy at Christmas, then inevitably New Year rolls around and the novelty wears off when they realise I’ll crap on the rug and chew the furniture.’
‘You crap on the rug?’ Dusty laughs. ‘Not on the first date I hope.’
‘It’s a metaphor,’ I reply deprecatingly.
‘Tris, honey, I really think you’re overthinking this,’ she chuckles somewhat sympathetically. ‘How do you know he’s not into your brand of weird? They say there’s someone out there for everyone. Maybe you just need to take a chance. I mean what’s the worst that can happen?’
‘Uh, I could embarrass myself horrifically, and he’ll never speak to me again,’ I answer.
‘Or.’ She huffs in amusement. ‘You’ll fall madly in love, get married and live happily ever after going to police auctions and buying collectable vintage medical murder weapons, or whatever it is pathologists and detectives do in their down time.’
‘That’s disturbingly specific.’ My eyes narrow.
Crawshank’s Guide to the Recently Departed, Book 1
Tristan Everett had always preferred the company of the dead because they were quiet and didn’t talk back. As a slightly awkward introvert working as a pathologist at the Hackney Public Mortuary suited him just fine. That is, until a freak accident with a rogue ice cube and suddenly he can see ghosts. No longer content to just lie on the table and let him figure out how they died, they’re now peering over his shoulder critiquing his work and confessing their most lascivious sins before skipping off merrily into the afterlife.
Just when he thought his life couldn’t get any weirder, London’s most infamous drag queen, Miz Dusty Le Frey, is wheeled in with a toe tag and she’s not prepared to go quietly into the light. Not only is she furious at the prospect of spending eternity in last season’s gold lamé, she’s determined that he help her solve her murder.
Suddenly Tristan finds himself thrown into a world of sequins and fake eyelashes, and worse still, he may have developed a crush on Scotland Yard’s brand new drool-worthy detective, Inspector Danny Hayes, who’s been assigned to Dusty’s murder. Oh, and the killer now wants him dead too…
All he ever wanted was a simple life but suddenly he’s juggling work, a deliciously sexy detective, a stubborn ghost and a relentless murderer… and things have just gotten dead serious….
Vawn Cassidy is the MM pen name of author Wendy Saunders. She lives in Hampshire in the UK with her husband and three children. She writes Supernatural and Contemporary Fantasy Fiction as Wendy Saunders and Romantic Suspense as WJ Saunders.
Suddenly Beck is her debut MM novel and was borne of her love and enjoyment of MM Romance. During the lockdown, she wanted to write something fun and light-hearted, and as a quirky and unapologetic Brit herself, she wanted to set a story back home in the UK as opposed to her other fiction which is primarily set in the states.
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