This is my stop during the book blitz for The Christmas Walk Caper by JB Michaels. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 6 till 12 December. See the tour schedule here
The Christmas Walk Caper (Mac and Millie Mysteries #1)
By JB Michaels
Add ‘Catch a killer’ to your Christmas to-do list!
Meet Mac, a retired hero cop with writer’s block and a penchant for trouble. What holiday hijinks will he get himself into?
Probably a murder investigation.
Meet Millie, a local banker and former college athlete who may have a trick or two up her sleeve. What Christmas conundrum will she be brought in to solve?
Again, a murder mystery.
In this delightful cozy mystery set in downtown Geneva, Illinois, our sarcastic and savvy sleuths will seek justice for the untimely death of the owner of the beloved and charming retail mansion: The Tiny Wanderer.
It’s time to stroll on Third street. Immerse yourself in beautiful Christmas décor. Drink some hot chocolate and help solve the Christmas Walk Caper.
You can find The Christmas Walk Caper on Goodreads
You can buy The Christmas Walk Caper here on Amazon
About the Author:
I am JB Michaels, award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author of two series: Bud Hutchins Thrillers and the Tannenbaum Tailors.
I have spent my life in the study of story from riveting novels to the slam-bang action-packed world of comics to the examination of film history, I have spent a lifetime learning and examining the elements that make a story incredible. This steadfast dedication has led me to writing stories of my own.
I am married and with a son, I have a great love of family. I hope that you enjoy my bestselling books that mash genres from thrillers to science fiction to fantasy!
You can find and contact JB Michaels here:
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Mac O’Malley adjusted his chair in the atrium café of the Tiny Wanderer, a labyrinthine retail center inside a colonial-style mansion nestled on the famously charming Third Street of Geneva, Illinois. He moved his hands closer to the keyboard of his brand new appropriately named Mac computer. He stopped just short of typing when he decided to take a drink of his black coffee that smelled better than it tasted. Alas, that was just the way the former cop and national hero liked it. Bitter, black, and hotter than hell. Many Chicago winters on the beat needed coffee just like this.
As much as Millie would like to point out and Mac deny, he always slurped his coffee. He slurped it now. He realized it when the old gray-haired man lowered a newspaper to reveal a menacing scowl.
“Sorry. Just really love the coffee here.” Mac smiled.
The man stared for an uncomfortable pause then put his paper back up to his face.
Mac made a face back at him but only after the older man couldn’t see. Time to work. The brand new computer beckoned him to write. Though admittedly, Mac would have rather just watched movies on the amazing screen. He had a hard deadline though. A major New York publisher wanted his story. The true-life story of a cop who prevented an attack on the Chicago marathon through his wits and resolve and apparent willingness to follow a hunch even though it disobeyed direct orders from a superior officer.
Mac hadn’t come away from the attack without the weight of severe consequences. He would never be a cop again. Well, a cop in the way he wanted to be. He didn’t want the desk job and instead had opted for the big publishing contract and a chance to start anew. The advance was big enough for him to take some time off and figure out his next move.
For now, the chronic pain in his leg would forever be a reminder of his once vigorous job and the fuel that drove him to write the book. He looked to the cane that leaned on the wall next to his small circular table. He sighed, trying not to let it bother him and sink him into a bleak depression. He was told that writing the story would help him and help other cops to inspire them to be the best they could be.
“You got this, Mac. Let’s do this.” He cracked his knuckles, slurped his coffee again.
The man lowered the paper. Mac winked at him.
Paper back up. Mac wondered how far he could push it with this guy.
He thought better of the possible antagonism and moved his fingers to the keyboard.
“I tried calling her house again and again. She should be here by now,” Edith, the hostess in the café, said to another Tiny Wanderer employee, who held garland and a string of lights.
Mac, doing everything he could to not actually write a damn word, looked up from his beautiful, vibrant, blank computer screen. Eavesdropping was a much better idea.
“That is not like Patricia at all. You think someone should go over there? I mean, she lives right behind the store,” the employee responded.
“Can you stay here? I will run over there. She would be here today of all days.” Edith walked down a hallway presumably to grab her jacket.
Mac surmised she meant the day of the Christmas Walk. Today was the first day of two where the people of this delightful little burg gathered to light the Christmas tree and then walk through elaborately staged and decorated homes around downtown Geneva, all in celebration of the holidays.
Geneva did Christmas celebrations right. If you couldn’t feel the magic of the holidays in this town, then your name must be Ebenezer Scrooge, pre-hauntings of course. The Tiny Wanderer did great business on this weekend, and Patricia, the owner of the retail mansion, would most definitely be here to greet guests and hand out hot chocolate, etc. You know, Christmassy things.
Mac closed the laptop and put it in his backpack. Put his peacoat on and grabbed his cane. He decided to leave the backpack as it would slow him down. Edith wouldn’t mind a former cop joining her for a stroll.