Book Tour w/Giveaway: Murder on Moonshine Hill by Joan C. Curtis
When Jenna decides to go to this wedding, she expects to dredge up old secrets and old hurts and she expects to see people from her past, but she doesn’t expect to stumble on a dead body. Jenna’s friend is arrested. The wedding is cancelled. And Jenna’s tendency to stick her nose where it shouldn’t be leads her into the path of the killer. Set in the serene mountains of North Carolina Murder on Moonshine Hill is filled with suspense, humor, and a quirky cast of supporting characters.
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Joan is an award-winning writer who has published 6 books and numerous stories. Readers compare her to the great Southern writer, Fanny Flagg. “She writes characters and a story that will stay with you.”
Her debut mystery/suspense novel, The Clock Strikes Midnight, won the silver medal for fiction/suspense in the Global eBook Awards for 2015 and is a finalist for the Royal Palm Literary Award. The e-Murderer won first place in the Malice Domestic Grants competition for new writers.
Joan has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember. She reads all kinds of books, including women’s fiction, mysteries, biography, and nonfiction. Mystery/suspense with a psychological twist is exactly the kind of book Joan loves to read.
"I write about characters who remind me of myself at times and my sister at times, but never fully so. My stories are told from a woman's point of view with a destiny. Characters drive my writing and my reading."
Having grown up in the South with a mother from Westchester County New York, Joan has a unique take on blending the Southern traditions with the eye of a Northerner. She spent most of her childhood in North Carolina and now resides in Athens, Georgia.
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Quentin joined me before reclaiming my rocker on the porch.
“So, you got rid of Jimmy.”
“You might say that.” He fiddled with his earring. “He’s an interesting chap,
that one. Did you know he and your friend were engaged? They lived together for three years. And as far as Jimmy’s concerned, they’re the ones who should be getting married tomorrow.”
“My Lord. Not much about Marcy surprises me, but who would have thought? When did Marcy and Jimmy break up?”
“Apparently right after she met Tom. Jimmy’s none too happy about it either. Can’t say as I blame him, myself. He’s still besotted with her.”
“Why’d he come to the wedding?”
“Marcy wanted him here. She practically begged him. The whole thing is
pretty mucked up, if you ask me. Who’d want your ex-lover, the man you jilted, at your wedding to some other bloke? The more people tell me about this friend of yours, the keener I am to meet her.” He rubbed his hands together and grinned.
“Don’t say you weren’t forewarned. What’d you make of Jimmy?”
“After you get past his sarcasm, he’s all right. We’re going jogging tomorrow morning at about . Wanna come?”
“Don’t you even think about bothering me at that hour.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
He elbowed me in the ribs and then asked in a lower voice, “Who’s the lovely lady over there?”
“That’s Marcy’s step-mom.”
“Blimey! Her step-mom, huh?” Quentin studied the woman like he might a
cold beer on a hot day and added, “Excuse me while I have a straight moment.”
I shoved him in the ribs. “You’re so bad.”