Happy Halloween from Transylvania! (for real!) ๐ŸŽƒ

Hello, friends!

Most of you celebrate Halloween tomorrow, and I canโ€™t tell you how lucky you are. I live in Romania, and sadly, Halloween isnโ€™t a local tradition (imagine that, in the land of Dracula!).ย  Although, if one wants to dress up thereโ€™s always a club or party where, for one night a year, we can be whoever we want to be.

One of my favorite characters is the classy, timeless Morticia Addams, because, like her, I have a strong dose of cynicism and a macabre sense of humor at times. And I even found a man who appreciates this stuff. What more can one wish for?

Iโ€™ve always been fascinated by Halloween as a holiday, which is why I am already writing my second book that takes place around this time of year. The first one isย Killer Score, a novel from theย Irish Garda Files, which won theย RONE awardย for Best Suspense/Mystery of 2021.

Inย Killer Score, psychologist Chelsea Campbell explains the meaning of Halloween to Evan Gallagher, an ex-FBI agent recently transferred to work as a detective for the Irish police.

โ€œHalloween really is a big deal around here, too,โ€ Evan observed while driving.

โ€œSure it is. Donโ€™t you celebrate it in America?โ€

โ€œWe do, big time. Somehow, Iโ€™ve never gotten the spirit of it. Maybe itโ€™s because in modern times itโ€™s more of a commercial holiday than a true celebration ofโ€ฆ the spiritsโ€™ worldโ€”or whatever its meaning. To be shamefully honest, I never knew exactly what this holiday was about.โ€

Chelsea shifted her body to make herself more comfortable. โ€œHalloween, or All Hallowsโ€™ Eve, is a Celtic holiday that marked Samhain, the end of harvest and the beginning of winter. The Celts thought this was the darkest time of the year, when the boundaries between this world and the otherworld thinned, and the spirits or fairies could come into this world more easily.ย The souls of the dead were also said to revisit their homes seeking hospitality. Places were set at the dinner table and by the fire to welcome them. The belief that the souls of the dead return home on one night of the year and must be appeased has ancient origins and is present in many cultures throughout the world. This is what Halloween is really about.โ€

This explanation takes place while they drive to a Halloween party. As I wrote this scene I could almost hear Chelseaโ€™s voice and Irish accent, that seems to enhance a good storytelling on a cold October night.

And because my books mirror life as much as possible, we also have a romantic scene at the club. Letโ€™s see who else listens to my kind of music!ย ๐Ÿ˜‰

The music changed and the DJ dedicated the slow version of Santanaโ€™s Black Magic Woman to all the ladies in the place. As the exotic guitar filled the air with magic, Chelsea smiled, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Evan couldnโ€™t resist. Unthinkingly, he drew her into his arms, moving his body in tune with hers. Their shoulders glided together, their hips undulated close together. The music was like a drug. His hands tightened on her hips, traveled up her back, enjoying the exquisite caress of her hair. Her fingers sunk in the muscles of his chest, clutching handfuls of his shirt. As the music grew more intense, so did their dance, the friction, the heat, the closeness. Evan buried his face in her hair, hoping for solace, finding none. The fresh, spicy scent of her was maddening, promising things beyond his imagination. He didnโ€™t want to want her, but his body burned to touch her, to have her, to possess her. She had a magnetic quality heโ€™d never encountered in any other woman. Maybe because she wasnโ€™t just a babe with a stunning body. She also had a powerful and intriguing mind. She constantly challenged him, and he never backed down from a challenge.

If that got your blood warm, this nextโ€”and final teaserโ€”should make it run cold again, because alas, the killer strikes again. And what better night than Halloween?

โ€œBad doings tonight, Yank. All Hollowโ€™s Eve should be a night for bringing back lost life, not taking it. I donโ€™t know whatโ€™s going on in this city, but you have to stop it. We canโ€™t have any more lassies killed and discarded like rag dolls.โ€

ย Well, you tell me guys: was this a trick or a treat?

Happy Halloween from Transylvania! (for real!)ย ๐Ÿฆ‡

Fondly,

Melinda

KILLER SCORE WON A RONE AWARD! ๐Ÿ‘‘

๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐™๐™Š๐™‰๐™€ ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™จ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บย ๐™„๐™ฃ๐˜ฟโ€™๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™š ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™œ๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š. ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ป.

๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฟ๐˜ผ๐™๐™€ ๐™‚๐˜ผ๐™ˆ๐™€ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™†๐™„๐™‡๐™‡๐™€๐™ ๐™Ž๐˜พ๐™Š๐™๐™€ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ! ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด, ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆย ๐™†๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™ค๐™ง๐™š. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜–๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ 9๐˜ต๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆโ€”๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค.

๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด 4 ๐˜ข.๐˜ฎ. ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜น ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ (๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ:ย https://indtale.com/rone-eligibility-and-rules), ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค.

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ข๐˜ต 3 ๐˜ข.๐˜ฎ., ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅโ€ฆ

๐˜‰๐˜บ ๐˜ตh๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ TJ MacKay ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐™„๐™ฃ๐˜ฟโ€™๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™š ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐™Ž๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™š/๐™๐™๐™ง๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜บ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ.ย โณย ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐— ๐—ฌ ๐—•๐—ข๐—ข๐—ž, ๐™†๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™ค๐™ง๐™š! ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ! ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, โ€œ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ!โ€ย ๐Ÿ˜ฒ

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜งโ€”๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐™„๐™ฃ๐˜ฟโ€™๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™š, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ตโ€ฆ ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐™„๐™ฃ๐˜ฟโ€™๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™š ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™œ๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š. ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง!

๐˜š๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ตโ€”๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต, ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต?ย ๐Ÿ™ˆโ€”๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ-๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐™†๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐™๐™Š๐™‰๐™€ ๐™–๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ง๐™™ (๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐™๐™š๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ง๐™™ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ก ๐™€๐™ญ๐™˜๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™š).

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๐˜โ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ! ๐Ÿคฉ

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Where nothing bad ever happensโ€ฆ

Imagine a nice neighborhood of fancy high-rises lined along the seashore, each looking like a picture perfect resort, with a private beach and a pool sparkling under the blazing sun. I am sure you must have received postcards from well-intentioned friends, rubbing it in that they are sunbathing in Florida while you are freezing in arctic weather.

When you visit friends living in a high-rise, you have to sign in at the front desk. Security officers would check with the people you are visiting before directing you to one of the elevators. In other words, high-rises benefit from a tight and reassuring security.

Nothing bad could ever happen in these places. Right?

Wrong! This crime occurred in a neighboring building. A friend related the story before it was printed in the local newspaper.

The couple have been married for a year. Picture her tall, artificially blond, fashionable with tight dresses and high heeled-sandals. Itโ€™d be difficult to guess her age, anywhere between 40 and 50. Her husband, well-tanned, rugged, often looking younger. He likes the beach and often swims. She protects her face with a wide-rim hat when walking to her car. The neighbors regularly see her taking her daily jog in the morning and the security officer at the front desk greets her with an appreciative smile. Mrs. X. is wealthy and gives generous Christmas bonuses to the building employees.

So when Mrs. X didnโ€™t show up for her daily walk for three consecutive days, security got worried. Her car was still in the parking lot but not her husbandโ€™s. Security called her apartment several times. No one answered. Having an extra key, the security officer knocked on her door and opened when receiving no answer. The apartment was empty. Maybe she was gone with her husband.

Mr. X returned from his trip in the night and two days later called the police saying that his wife was missing.

The police found her purse and car keys at home. So where was she?

A day later, a woman body dressed in bra and bikini, and high-heeled sandals was found lying on the sand of a beach at a two-hour distance. The woman was identified as Mrs. X.

Mr. X collapsed, crying that his wife has committed suicide.

What is your verdict? Who killed Mrs. X and why?

Police suspected everyone. Husband, security guard, creep from outside, Mrs. X committing suicide.

Then police looked at motives and alibis.

1-Creep from outside could have killed her while she was on the beach but would have thrown her in the ocean in front of her building. Why take extra chance in moving her elsewhere?

2- Security guard had no serious motive to kill her. In the contrary he benefited from her gifts when she was alive.

3-Suicide: how could she have gone to that faraway beach without her car? The way she took care of herself was not characteristic of a depressed woman.

4-husband had a great alibi. He was on a trip and proofed that he met with people, but the fact he took so long to report the crime incriminated him. Also the fact that her car keys were in the purse left at home.

Police report said that the husband killed her by strangulation, shoved her in his trunk, then went on his trip, came back to dump her in the ocean, then went back to meet again with his partners, there by consolidating his alibi.

His motive: Money. Police discovered he had taken an insurance on his wife, and claimed she was depressive because she often visited a friend who was a psychiatrist, but they were friendly visits, not professional. He is in jail, awaiting his sentence. The apartment was sold.

Think you know your neighbors? Reviewed in the United States “This is an enjoyable cozy mystery, its emphasis on the romance between the main characters, Alexa Partson and Dante Cantari. The Italian hunk is every woman’s dream – smart, attentive and a dynamo in the boudoir. As well as on the beach! When Alexa is accused of killing her neighbor and nemesis, Steve Bairey, Dante steps up as her lawyer and protector, too. Through it all, the author skillfully weaves in the high life of condo living on the sands of Fort Lauderdale. And it’s dangers. Because someone in the building wants Alexa dead. And won’t stop until she is. There’s a host of interesting secondary characters, who become suspects in Alexa’s eyes, as she and Dante play amateur sleuths in order to catch the real murderer. The conclusion is fast-paced and the mystery kept me guessing right to the end. I will definitely be reading more from this writer.

“Her French Count is a great romance with an excellent mystery.” ~Publishers’ Weekly
“This is a wonderfully exciting romantic suspense novel. The characters are appealing and the setting is very romantic, a chateau in the Loire Valley. There is an interesting cast of characters. The plot is full of action and the reader is never sure who is on the side of good or evil.” ~ Romance Studio
“Murder, mystery, and intrigue seem to follow Cheryl as she assists Francois on his project. A great contemporary romantic read.” ~Review Your Book
“Mona Risk brings old-fashioned romance back into style… full of mystery and intrigue.ย  I loved Ms. Risk’s injection of humor into the story. A sweet mystery romance you’re guaranteed to enjoy.” ~ Two Lips Review
“Ms. Risk does a nice job of building the relationship between the main characters while exploring the mystery of the lost statue.” ~ Simply Romance Review
“Mona Risk will pull you in with her amazing characters and in-depth twisting suspense. She takes armchair travel to whole new heights as her characters travel to their heart wrenching and spine tingling doom.”~ Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
“A great romance with an excellent mystery. The instant attraction is met with a slow and sure build up of emotions. The couple are very complementary, compelling, and wonderfully romantic.” ~Coffee Time Romance

Bittersweet Beginnings ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ

Have you ever wanted something so badly that when you finally got it you didnโ€™t know how to react? Well, itโ€™s happening to me now. For weeks, Iโ€™ve been wondering what to write in this post, and here I am now, living my big day and not knowing what to say.

2020 is one of the most difficult and controversial years in our contemporary historyโ€”I know some of you survived much more difficult times. All of this year, I tried not to complain, not to despair, not to fear the future. I faced it with a smile on my face and forced optimism, immersing myself in work. Because, like everyone else, I had plans for 2020.

Today is the launch of my new pen name and the release of my first book in a new genre.

Itโ€™s the beginning of an era for me.

Iโ€™ve been planning this moment for a whole year. Iโ€™ve poured so much heart, sweat, tears and sleepless nights into this project, trying to perfect every single detail of my new adventure. Iโ€™ve agonized for months before I decided to start writing under a new pen name, because I wanted to keep my audiences separate and not mislead my romance fans by giving them mysteries and thrillers.

For weeks Iโ€™ve studied potential pen names before I chose Melinda Colt, a name that is actually close to my own, Melinda Coliolu. It does sound better though, and it evokes action, danger, hopefully a little sexinessโ€”all that I try to include in my books. Plus, itโ€™s easier to pronounce. ๐Ÿ˜Š

During the past year I have worked relentlessly to write the first three novels in my new series, The Irish Garda Files. I have researched, hunted for information, knocked on doors, and even reached out to An Garda Sรญochรกna, Irelandโ€™s police force, to assist me in my writing. With every sentence, I struggle to offer my readers the best product, the most authentic and heartfelt journey. Of all my hobbies, reading has been my favorite since I was four years old. Escaping into books and living along my favorite characters is such a fantastic experience itโ€™s impossible to describe. I want to give that to my readers. If only one of you escapes in my stories and loves them so much you wish they never end, then my mission as a writer is complete.

I spent the past few months preparing frantically to launch Dare Game, the first book in the series. My hands still shiver with anxiety as I check my sales and reviews. What if readers wonโ€™t like it? What if people wonโ€™t buy it? What if it will get buried among the millions of books on Amazon and no one will find it?

Iโ€™ve never been this honest and open about my feelings in a public post. Iโ€™ve learned the hard way never to show vulnerability, because in this day and age a lot of people prey on it just for kicks. I know I will get some hate for this post. I know I will get some indifference. But, most of all, I hope I will get some love and understanding.

Because launching a dream of this magnitude during a frigging pandemic sucks!

I know youโ€™re well aware of that. All over the world people lost their jobs, cancelled their weddings, went bust in their businesses, got separated from their families, lost loved ones, or lost their lives prematurely.

Weโ€™re living some crazy times. It seems that everything is trying to kill usโ€”Covid-19, the weather, the worldwide political and financial crisis, and pretty much everything we eat, drink, or breathe. Everyone is affected by some or all of this.

To me, September 22nd 2020 was all about me and my new bookโ€”the light at the end of the tunnel. I literally survived this entire year dreaming and dreading this day. Well, today isnโ€™t about that anymore. According to Google, on this fall equinox weโ€™re celebrating a number of things: Falls Prevention Awareness Day, National Elephant Appreciation Day, Hobbit Day, National Ice Cream Cone Day, National Singles Day, National Temperature Control Day, National Voter Registration Day, National White Chocolate Day.

All of these things are more important than one book. Because while this book might be valuable to me, those things up there are valuable to all of us. All I can hope for is that one day, maybe decades from now, my writing will matter enough to be included in a list like thatโ€”maybe somewhere between ice cream and chocolate.

For today though, I just want to share my joy with you, and hope you wonโ€™t judge me too harshly because of my weaknesses.

And if youโ€™re wondering what Iโ€™ve been talking about for the last ten minutes, feel free to check out the infamousโ€”not yet famousโ€”Dare Game. I would be honored to hear your opinions.

 

Stay healthy and safe,

Melinda