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Guest Author: Debbie Sprinkle


Please help me welcome Debbie Sprinkle--suspense writer and friendly author!


Hi. I’m Debbie Sprinkle. I’m from St. Louis originally, but live in the hometown of Elvis now. (He really is dead!) People tell me I smile a lot. I guess that’s because I like people—most of them anyway!


Tell us about your book?


The Case of the Innocent Husband is the first book of my new series entitled Mac and Sam mysteries. I write all my books so they can be stand-alones, but I set them in small towns so there are lots of personal connections that flow from book to book as well.


When Eleanor Davis is found shot in her garage, the only suspect, her estranged husband, is found not guilty in a court of law. However, most of the good citizens of Washington, Missouri, remain unconvinced. It doesn’t matter that twelve men and women of the jury found him not guilty. What do they know?


And since Private Investigator Mackenzie Love accepted the job for the defense and helped acquit Connor Davis, her friends and neighbors have placed her squarely in the enemy camp. Therefore, her overwhelming goal becomes to find out who killed Eleanor Davis.


Or leave the town she grew up in.


As the investigation progresses, the threats escalate. Someone wants to stop Mackenzie and her partner, Samantha Majors, and is willing to do whatever it takes—including murder.

Can Mac and Sam find the killer before they each end up on the wrong side of a bullet?



Excerpt:


As Private Investigator Mackenzie Love entered Cowan’s Restaurant, her determination faltered. Everyone stopped eating and their glares hit her like a barrage of arrows. Maybe she should go somewhere else for breakfast, but what good would that do? It was the same all over town.

Besides, Mac didn’t relish the idea of braving the chilly autumn rain again, and here, at least one person was on her side. She closed her umbrella and wiped her damp shoes on the mat.


A plump red-haired waitress—Ivy, a good friend since grade school, and a welcome sight—approached with a smile. “Come on. Don’t pay any attention to them.” She rolled her eyes. “They’ll get over it.”


Mac followed her to a corner booth. “Thanks, girlfriend.”


“The usual?”


Mac nodded. After Ivy left, she studied the people in the restaurant as best she could without appearing to move her head. She’d grown up in Washington, Missouri. These were her friends, her neighbors, the people who’d helped her recover from the death of her parents.


But, when Eleanor Davis was found shot in her garage, Mac’s relationship with the town folk changed. According to the good citizens of Washington, Connor Davis killed his estranged wife, Eleanor, and that’s all there was to it. It didn’t matter that twelve men and women of the jury felt there was reasonable doubt. What did they know?


And since Mackenzie discovered the evidence that got Connor Davis acquitted, they put her squarely in the enemy camp. It didn’t matter that she was doing her job. As far as they were concerned, Mac should have refused to work for the defense. Never mind the fact she had bills to pay.


She straightened and smiled at a neighbor—who averted her eyes.


After college, there was never any question in Mac’s mind about where she wanted to live. She headed for home as fast as she could. But now … Would they get over it? Until she caught the real killer, most people would have trouble letting go of their original verdict. She flexed her shoulders. Therefore, her single-minded goal became to find who shot Eleanor Davis.

Or she’d have to move.


Ask the blog reader a quirky question or two?


When my husband and I were in college, we worked as corner crew for road races at a track outside St. Louis. When they weren’t racing, the track looked like a pleasant drive over the rolling hills through trees and meadows. But on race day, cars screamed around the curves and the sound of roaring engines echoed off the hills and trees. Trouble came when two cars tried to occupy the same space. That’s when we sprang into action and prayed they didn’t head our way. I called in the accident while my husband ran to the wreck with a fire extinguisher and a knife in case he had to cut the driver out of the car. All the while, cars continued to whip past us. We were young and it was a blast!


Today, we still feel that need for speed but we satisfy it by watching Formula 1 racing on television!


What crazy things did you do when you were young? Or maybe you’re still doing them?


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You can find me on my website www.authordeborahsprinkle.com or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/deborah.sprinkle.5/ Or follow me on Goodreads, BookBub, and /or Pinterest at the following addresses. https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6860378.Deborah_Sprinkle

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The Case of the Innocent Husband is available on Amazon at the following link: https://www.amazon.com/Case-Innocent-Husband-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B0B8BX6KJ4/ref=

Or any fine bookstore.

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