Romantic Comedy/Cozy Mystery, 75k
Released October 17, 2014, The Wild Rose Press
New Job. New Love. And Murder.
Hattie Cook's dream job is down the toilet and her new SUV violated. Desperate for cash to cover the basic necessities of rent and food, she takes a temporary job at Buy Rite insurance company where she uncovers an embezzling scam tied to the death of a former employee--the very one she replaced. The last thing she wants is to clash with By-the-Book Detective Wellborn, no matter how much he makes her heart pound.
Allan Charles Wellborn has secretly adored Hattie all his life. He evolved from a pocket protector-wearing geek to a handsome police detective. When the police determine there's more to the death of a former Buy Rite employee, he steps in to lead the investigation. Overly dedicated, always perfect, he puts his job first, even if doing so ultimately hurts the one he loves.
Can the killer be found before Hattie's time is up?
Pretty much covered the whole freakin’ day.
A blinding red-white, red-white strobe, reflected in my brand new Wrangler’s rearview mirror, seized my attention. The police. I tossed my hands skyward, ready to surrender. I shouldn’t have been too surprised. Like I'd commented this a.m. to my roommate, Jenny, “Today, anything’s possible.”
My Bad Day checklist included:
- Crappy job interview, one which might have provided desperately needed income.
- Wore gut-busting panty hose on a hot day which had now worked past my waist and strangled my diaphragm.
- A barely blowing air conditioner indicated something had malfunctioned in my new, fun car.
I stole another glance in the mirror, and with great reluctance, flipped the right turn indicator. My vehicle coasted to a stop on the shoulder of Boston Avenue in my hometown of Sommerville, a nice suburb located between two large cities. Four lanes of cars and trucks zipped by as I sat there where every single one of my family, friends, friends’ friends, and their friends—including Rat Fink Suzanne—would see a police vehicle positioned right behind mine. Gleefully, drivers would chant the “Ha-ha, got you, not me” ditty.
After killing the engine, I flopped back in the seat. Shooting the morons the finger was an idea. Nah. I'm too exhausted to care.
A litany of: "No, not hiring." "Just filled the position." "You're over qualified." "You're under qualified…" tornadoed through my head. Coupled with the intense job search through various outlets like the internet and completing numerous online employment applications, no wonder my body had been depleted of all life force.
Not even a breeze blew to take the edge off the unbearable summertime heat. Tangled wild trees and dry scrubby bushes banked the roadside. The grass had taken on a scorched look. Rolling down the driver’s window, I surveyed my surroundings. Nothing great. Nothing new.
I stole a glance in the side mirror at the policeman who strode purposefully along the shoulder. The gravel crunched under his boots. He looked huge, probably because his uniform, which appeared to be bulked with a bullet-proof vest, made him resemble a buffed-up superhero in size. Exceedingly intimidating.
Sigh. When things went wrong, they were really wrong.
Interview with Detective A. Wellborn from Temporarily Employed
How did you first meet your writer?
She had me in a police car, tucked by the side of the road looking for speeders. *chuckles* I found one.
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?
I like the verbal sparring with Hattie scenes.
If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?
I’m not happy with the ending, but it is my understanding there’s a good reason for it. I’ll try and be patient.
Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?
I seem to be popping up in Temporarily Insane.
What do you do for a living?
Right now, I’m a detective with the Sommerville Police Department. I used to be an auditor. Boring. ‘nuff said.
Did you have a pet as a child? A sheep dog, Baxter. Although Hattie thought I said Bastard. She was mortified.
a. What happened to it? He lived to the old age of twelve and passed on.
b. How did you feel about that? He was kinda big for little kids. Now, I have a large gray cat. That’s fun and Hattie likes him.
What is something no one knows about you?
Only my sister knows how much I love Hattie. Why do you keep it a secret? When younger, I was shy and couldn’t say. And what would happen if everyone found out about it? Now, I’m happy to tell anyone. I’m going to get this gal and make her mine.
What do you like most about where you live?
I bought a nice townhouse near an upscale community. There’s tons of restaurants, etc. I have nice furniture and Mom gave me needlepoint pillows.
What is your least favorite word?
Buy Rite Insurance Company--that’s where Hattie works and it’s a snake pit.
What turns you on?
Hattie. Have you seen her? She’s gorgeous, nice, kind, and funny. Long legs. *raises brow*
What is your most favorite memory?
I’ve never told anyone. Around age fifteen, I participated in a kissing game and *ruffles hair* kissed Hattie.
What do you admire about your parents?
I have great parents. My mom and her best friend, Hattie’s mom, regularly meet at the grocery store to gossip. And my dad is an accountant too. They passed on good virtues and characteristics. Were at ever football game to watch me play the trombone with the band.
What’s the worst/weirdest thing you did as a kid?
I wore a pocket protector.
Like some of her characters, award-winning author, Vicki Batman has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, ride attendant at an amusement park; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general “do anything gal” at a financial services firm--the list is endless.
Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories to TRUE LOVE, TRUE ROMANCE, TRUE CONFESSIONS, NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING, LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS, MUSEITUP PUBLISHING, and THE WILD ROSE PRESS. She is a member of RWA and several writing groups and chapters. In 2004, she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. DARA awarded her the Robin Teer Memorial Service Award in 2010.
Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"
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