GUEST POST WITH TRICIA L. SANDERS' CECELIA CAVANAUGH

ABOUT THE BOOK

When Cece Cavanaugh’s husband empties their joint bank account, steals her designer luggage, and runs off with a younger woman, Cece must decide whether to ask her manipulative mother-in-law for a handout or get a job. Choosing the easier path, Cece lands a job cleaning a crime scene where a high school coach was murdered. When his wife is implicated—a young woman Cece practically raised—Cece finds herself mopping floors, balancing an empty checkbook, and ferreting out a killer.

Amid all this messy business, Cece bumps heads with a handsome detective. She tries to ignore her growing attraction to the detective, but he gives new meaning to the term “hot flash.”

After she stumbles onto a clue that could vindicate her friend, her elation turns to panic when she haphazardly confronts the killer. Through the danger and romance, Cece discovers self-reliance and inner strength.

And that crime—at least, someone else’s—does pay the bills.

Book Details:

Title: Murder is a Dirty Businiess

Author: Tricia L. Sanders





Genre: Cozy Mystery,
 1st in series

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing, LLC (November 15, 2017)


Print Length: 254 pages
Touring with:  Great Escapes Book Tours

GUEST POST BY TRICIA SANDERS

' CECELIA CAVANAUGH

Hi, I’m Cecelia Cavanaugh, but my friends call me Cece. So, Cece it is. We’re officially friends, right? I’ve been through a lot these last several months. My husband left me for a floozie the same age as our daughter. He also cleaned out our joint bank accounts and left our mortgage six months in arrears, but I’m not going to dwell on the negative as I have positives for which I am thankful.

I have a great many blessings like my two daughters, well one anyway. Jessie, my eldest, is a nurse and my rock. I can count on her. She’s more like me physically and emotionally. Michelle, sixteen, is still a work-in-progress and more like her father. She periodically shows signs of adulthood, but often, she’s rolling her eyes, or sticking her tongue out at my advice. I can’t complain. The rolling eyes thing she got from me. I know, I know. I set a bad example, now I’m living with it. Recently she dyed her beautiful blonde hair black and went Goth on me. I’ll be honest, for a minute I wanted to slap the crap out of her, but good sense won out. I yelled and stomped my foot a few times. She took the hint.

Another blessing is my neighbor Angie. Truth be told, she’s my guardian angel, but she’s also a big pain in my neck. Since my separation from Phillip—my cheating husband—Angie has been by my side providing emotional support. The flip side is she’s also intent on fixing me up with this hot detective who I recently met when I accidentally became involved in a murder investigation—which by the way I helped solve. Not bragging. Just fact. I almost got myself killed in the process, but details, schmetails.

Angie and I have been friends since elementary school—a long, long time. We’re both of ‘hot flash’ age, if you know what I mean. I usually always follow her advice, but the one time I didn’t . . . Well, that’s how I wound up with the cheating, soon-to-be-ex-husband. Angie has never liked Phillip. I guess you can say, she saw through him, while I was blinded by love. Took me almost 30 years to see him for who he really is. Again, no dwelling. I’m moving on.

And speaking of moving on, that brings me to a few more blessings. I’ve already mentioned the hot detective, Detective Alder. He is Hot with a capital H. At this point, I am not, N-O-T ready for a relationship. I keep reminding Angie, and she’s keeps ignoring me. But when I’m ready, if I ever am, Detective Alder might be the answer. He’s easy on the eyes, and he has a stubborn streak, but not overbearing. We’ve flirted, and there might have been a kiss involved. A very passionate kiss I might add. But I’m not that kind of girl, but apparently, I kiss and tell. So, don’t tell anyone, okay? My life is swirling around the drain. Until my divorce is final, and I can stand on my own two feet, I cannot drag anyone else into my circle of hell. Besides, I have this mother-in-law—a close relative of Satan—who is intent on making me the pariah of our community. Wickford is a small town, and gossip is the mainstay for the country club set. I cannot give her any fuel for the rumor mill she rules over.

I can’t fail to mention Grant Hunter, my knight in shining armor. He’s a building contractor who swooped in and rescued me from financial ruin. He’s also a bit sweet on me. Personally, I think he’s lonely, but he is a dear and has provided me with steady work cleaning condos at his latest project, Hunter Springs.

There are many things I’m finding to be thankful for and each day shines a new light on another. Like I said earlier, I’ve been dealt some blows, but I’m still out there swinging and will continue to hold my head up. As I see my marriage in the rearview mirror, I’m learning to view Phillip as a blessing. He did give me my two girls. In the broader perspective, our separation has enabled me to see myself as an individual and to value my self-worth.

Finally, I hear that my author, Tricia L. Sanders, is continuing my story. I’m hoping my blessings continue, but I imagine she’s going to make me sweat it out a couple of times. But I’ve got news for her, you can’t keep Cece Cavanaugh down for long. Bring it on.

P.S. Look for your blessings. Even in adversity, they are all around.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tricia L. Sanders writes about women with class, sass, and a touch of kickass. A former instructional designer and corporate trainer, she traded in curriculum writing for novel writing, because she hates bullet points and loves to make stuff up. And fiction is more fun than training guides and lesson plans.

When she isn’t writing, Tricia is busy crossing dreams off her bucket list. With all 50 states checked, she’s concentrating on foreign interests. She’s an avid St. Louis Cardinals fan, so don’t get between her and the television when a game is on. Currently, she is working on a mystery series set in the fictional town of Wickford, Missouri. Another project in the works is a women’s fiction road trip adventure.

Her essays have appeared in Sasee, ByLine, The Cuivre River Anthology and Great American Outhouse Stories; The Whole Truth and Nothing Butt. She is a proud member of The Lit Ladies, six women writing their truths into fiction.


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