Monday, July 22, 2013

The Blogger Book Fair begins: Meet fellow author Maryann Miller

Today kicks off the Blogger Book Fair, a five-day event of meeting different authors, discovering new books, and getting a ton of bargain ebooks and even many free ebooks. First up, I'd like to you to meet Maryann Miller. Please check out her work and take advantage of this week's specials by her!

The following excerpt is from Open Season by Maryann Miller. It is the first book in the Seasons Mystery Series that was first published in hardcover by Five Star Cengage/Gale, and it is now available as an e-book. The series continues with Stalking Season, just released by Five Star, and both books have received rave reviews from Publisher's Weekly, Kirkus, and Library Journal. Sometimes described as "Lethal Weapon" set in Dallas with female leads, the series features Sarah Kingsly and Angel Johnson as unwilling partners thrown together by the brass. When not playing on stage, the author is busy working on the third book in the series.

Prologue Excerpt

Sarah took a deep breath and faced Quinlin in the stuffy cubbyhole of an office. The room was hot and musty. Dust motes floated in the slivers of sunshine that had penetrated the haze of accumulated grime on the windows of the old building. The scent of his cologne hung heavily in the still air. Chaps. Rich, masculine, and too easily a distraction.

Dressed in a dark, somber suit, Quinlin didn’t speak. He watched her with the careful scrutiny of a snake considering a field mouse. A trickle of perspiration ran down Sarah’s back and dampened her white T-shirt. Shifting in the wooden chair, she contemplated the wisdom of taking off her jacket, then decided against it. He would interpret it as a sign of weakness.

She thought she was prepared for this. She’d rehearsed it a million times, remembering the images, nailing down the sequence, readying herself for his opener, “Detective Kingsly, tell me what happened that night.”

She recalled the moon playing tag with a few heavy clouds, casting weird, disorientating shadows on the crumbling buildings. She remembered wishing the clouds would give way to rain, anything to relieve the oppressive heat that had pounded the city relentlessly for weeks. She remembered thinking the heat made people do crazy things.

Maybe that’s why it had happened.

The rest of it flashed through her mind like a sequence of freeze frames.

Franco and the boy turn.
A glint of metal in the moonlight.
John pushes her away, reaching for the gun tucked in his waistband.
The clasp on her purse sticks.
A flash of gunfire.
The sharp report of return fire.
Struggling to get her gun.
Franco is down.
The kid swings his gun toward John.
She fires the same time the kid does.
The coppery smell of warm blood.
Goddam it, John, get up!
Why is everything so quiet?
Where is the kid?
There’s a big gaping hole in the cheap sequined evening bag.

Every time Sarah played the scene in her mind, she hoped for a different ending. It never came. Her purse always had the hole in it. John was always dead. And so was the kid.


Maryann Miller is an award-winning author and freelance editor. You can find out more about her    books at her Website   and Blog   and connect with her on Facebook   and Twitter   If you visit her blog during the Blogger Book Fair and leave a comment, you will be entered into a drawing for an advance copy of Stalking Season, or an e-book of your choice.     

Buy Link for Open Season

Buy Link for Stalking Season 


  1. Thanks so much for hosting me, Jerry. The Fair has kicked off with a bang and it has been fun so far.

    1. You are so welcome, Maryann, great to have you here!

  2. What a great excerpt! The visual language is astoundingly strong and sets a vivd scene. Seriously dug this!

  3. Thanks so much, Beverly. The story started as a film project, so I tried to incorporate that visual quality in the novel. I'm so glad it worked. (smile)

    Thanks for stopping by, Helen. I remember that you wrote a great review for this book when it first came out in hardback. I appreciated that so much.