HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER - THE LAUNCH!!!!

By Kate

Yes!!! The day is finally here!! Welcome to the Book Launch party for my first book, HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER!! Woooo hoooo!!!!!!

But can I tell you the truth? I'm seriously wiped out from the pre-bash bash last week. Okay, fine, call it a hangover. What-ev-ah!

Show of hands. Who's still recovering from the pre-party last week? Can't remember the pre-bash party? Let me remind you ... think back ... think ... Roasted Toasted Almond • 2 oz vodka • 2 oz Kalua • 2 oz Amaretto • 2 oz Bailey’s Irish Cream. Blend well with ice in a blender.

Yeah, now you remember!

Whew. Talk about a crazy pre-bash bash! So even though we need a vacation from wild partying, it's required that we party hearty to celebrate the launch of the most anticipated--by me, anyway--book of the year!! So let's par-tay!!!!!

But first, if you want to be excused to go buy the book, just click on the book cover and go!! But hurry back, we'll miss you. But go!! Buy!! But come back soon. Because ... ahem ...

IT'S TIME TO PARTY!!! Uh-huh! ... party! ... oh yeah! Yeoww!

SHHHHH!!!

Sorry! Okay, we'll party in a quiet, dignified way, in deference to our more sensitive {cough::hungover::cough} attendees. And ... drum roll, please ... our low-key, sedate party theme today is ...

A Weekend HOMICIDE In The Country.

It seems that our fabulously wealthy Uncle Cuthbert has invited us all to a lovely, civilized gathering at his palatial estate in the country. You'll bring a servant along with you, naturally. There will be soirees and evening recitals. A shooting party, of course. Archery, nature walks, cards, billiards, etc. Please pack accordingly.

Ah, it's lovely to be in the country this time of year! But I think it was terribly rude of Uncle Cuthbert to announce last night in the middle of an extravagant twelve-course dinner, that he plans to change his Last Will and Testament--again! Yes, he does serve excellent French champagne. But the old poop expects each of us to justify our perfectly reasonable, if a bit overly fabulous, lifestyles! It's so unfair! Sigh. Isn't it bad enough that we kowtow and pay homage to the old man every time we see him?

Honestly, isn't it about time someone put an end to this nonsense?

Oh, dear.

Later that morning, Uncle Cuthbert is found dead in his office. Blood has seeped from his wound onto the Last Will and Testament he was just about to sign.

Bummer. There goes the shooting party.

But all is not lost! A hunky, if rather dour, Chief Inspector is called to the scene to interrogate YOU personally! He'd like to know the answer to any or all of these questions:

1. Who are you?
2. Who killed Uncle Cuthbert?

3. Was it you? Did you kill him? Was he about to disinherit you? Why?
4. No? You didn't do it? What's your alibi?

And I'd like to hear the answer to this question: What really happened in that interrogation room between you and Inspector Hunky?

And a bonus question! Who plays you in the film version?

And another bonus question! Who is that hunky Chief Inspector, anyway?

Okay, party people, I've got two signed copies of HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER going out to two lucky random commenters!

LET'S PARTY!!!!