Murderous Craft

Gainfully Employed Mystery Book 2

Dead End Job: When the only thing on tap is death.


A corpse in the bathroom of a popular bar. An old acquaintance still nursing a mad-on from fifteen years earlier. And a cast of characters possessing secrets they’ll do almost anything to keep. It’s enough to make reformed (sort of) party girl Blaise Runa want to quit her dead end job. But in the meantime she fully intends to grab her sexy private eye fiancé and dig into the mess. Because she might be trying to adult, but that doesn’t mean she’s gotten any less nosy!

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There is nothing like a Sam Cheever, Honeybun, whodunit. This is the start of what I truly expect to be another awesome series. Ms. Cheever’s style shines through in this book. The book is very well written. It’s funny, flirty, sexy and suspenseful and it has characters you can’t help but love and connect with.

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If looks could kill, the woman across the bar would have already butchered Blaise
and hacked her into a million tiny pieces. Something about her seemed familiar, but
Blaise couldn’t put a name to the face to save her life.

She narrowed her gaze at the woman and picked up another freshly washed wine
glass, running a towel over the clear glass to dry it.

“Who you glarin’ at brown sugar?”

Blaise held the hostile gaze across the room. “That chick’s been glowering at me.
I’m just trying to figure out who she is.”

Tyrese Miller leaned an arm on Blaise’s shoulder and followed her line of sight to
the spot near the door. “I don’t see anybody glarin’ at you, Blaise.”

Blaise slid the wine glass into the rack above her head. “That’s because she just
left.”

Her boss lifted a dense, black eyebrow. “Mm-hm.”

She turned a grin on him. “I’m not lyin’.”

He chuckled darkly. “It was probably just some woman whose husband lusts after
you, brown sugar. I wouldn’t pay her no mind.”

Blaise shrugged. “She seemed familiar but I can’t come up with a name.”
“Bronislava?”

Blaise frowned. “Huh?”

“That’s a name. Here’s another one. Shampooya.” His trademark grin widened,
showing a full mouth of straight white teeth except for a single gold one on the bottom.
“Am I ringing a bell?”

She snorted. “I think your bell’s already been rung. Those aren’t names, Ty. Those
are letters you shoved together to create nonsense.”

He held up a hand. “God’s truth. I saw ’em in a baby names book. They’re real
names.”

“What in the world were you doing looking through a baby names book?” She lifted
her brows. “Is there somethin’ you need to tell me?”

Grabbing a frosty glass mug, Ty pulled a draft beer and settled it on the counter for
the waitress swaying in his direction. “My brother’s expecting. Well…his wife is…and
they’re having trouble picking a name.”

“Hopefully they’re not desperate enough to ask for your help.”

“They have and I’m coming through for them. They now have a long, long list of
intriguing names to select from. Personally, I’m leaning toward Exaltacion.”

“Good Lord.”

“Hey, it’s biblical.”

“So was The Plague of Locusts. Equally catastrophic.”

The waitress reached the bar and grinned when she saw the beer sitting there.
“Thanks, Ty.” She was petite, curvy and sported a thick nest of dark brown hair which
she was currently wearing loose and wavy around her shoulders. The waitress winked
at the bar’s owner. “How’d you know I was coming for that?”

He ran a cloth over a wet spot on the bar. “I’ve told ya a million times, Suz, I know
all and see all.”

Suzie Whotsnoggin turned a bright blue gaze on Blaise, widening it comically.
“The man’s delusional.”

Laughing, Ty moved down the bar to help a customer.

Blaise grinned at her best friend. “How you doin’ Suz?”

The waitress shrugged. “Okay. Tips are good tonight. But I’m dead tired. We didn’t
get out of here until three this morning. I swear, something’s changed. We’ve never
been this busy.”

“I know, right? It must be this new line of local beers. I think people like the idea of
supporting the small breweries.”

“Hey, gorgeous, where’s my beer?” a masculine voice called across the bar.

Suz rolled her eyes. “Doodie calls.” She picked up the frosted mug of beer. “You
want to go shopping tomorrow? It’s my first day off in over a week and I want to do
something fun.”

“I’ll see what Dolfe’s doing. If he’s working I’d love to go. Mama needs a new pair
of shoes.”

“Doesn’t Mama always?” Suz asked before swinging away.

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