Light My Fire!

Light My Fire is coming! Book 4 in the Liberty Heights series. Here’s a peek
Copyright: Elle Druskin
Woody held the chairs at their own table for Kara and Phoebe to be seated. He couldn’t suppress his regret that this wasn’t a date. It felt like one, except for Phoebe. Tiny Wong slid a tray of appetizing snacks on the table, and all three pounced on them, savoring the perfect blend of spicy and sweet flavors. They were in the middle of placing their main course orders when Alice Finster marched in.
“Woodrow Wilson, how dare you!”
Alice’s bellow put an abrupt end to all conversation. Woody winced as the chief of police marched up to his table and glared at him. Just what he needed, Alice in a snit.
He searched his mind for any possible infraction that could have ignited her fuse. No police budget cuts nor outstanding crime. On the contrary, he’d approved a new part-time cop for the town. He shot a sideways glance at Kara and caught a sympathetic look on her face. Phoebe, thank goodness, was stuffing spring rolls into her cute little mouth and didn’t have the slightest interest in whatever had set off Hurricane Alice.
Woody took his time chewing his fried won-ton, hoping Alice might magically disappear along with this embarrassing situation. Fat chance. Everyone was staring at the confrontation.
“Got a problem, Alice?”
Alice sniffed. “Don’t try stalling. How dare you allow a sex store right on Main Street?”
“Sex store? I miss all the fun,” Grandma Baumgart grumbled.
“Sex store? Hot damn,” Gertie said. “Do you think they do coupons?”
Judge Finster shot a disgusted look at his aunt. “Can’t hear a thing, but that you heard loud and clear.”
Woody glanced around and noted Jake and Hayley Marx’s shocked expressions. Dana Axelrod’s jaw dropped, and Hank was doing his best and failing to hold back a snicker. Woody forced himself to meet Alice’s eyes. Her husband, the judge, he noted, had the sense to remain at the table and out of the range of fire.
“A sex store? In Liberty Heights? I wonder if they need a party planner for the grand opening,” Ellie Resnick commented.
Her husband Zach’s lips quirked. “Not getting enough?”
“Sex or parties?” Ellie answered with a grin and jiggled the baby carriage next to their table.
“Why didn’t they hire me for promotion,” Hayley complained.
Jake shot her an exasperated look. “Three kids, a full time job, and you’re looking for more work. What the heck do you need with a sex store?”
Alice tapped her foot. Woody rose from his seat. Nearly a foot taller than the stocky police chief. Not that his height intimidated the woman. Nothing cowed Alice Finster.
“I don’t know anything about a sex store,” he said. Slow. Calm. Defuse Alice’s anger.
Alice shoved a flyer in his face. “What’s this supposed to mean?”
Woody scanned the bright red script. Coming soon! Ignite your burning desire.
He raked his fingers through his hair and read again. “This doesn’t say anything about a sex store.”
Alice snatched the flyer back, crumpled the paper and stomped on it. “It sounds like a bordello. Right on Main Street,” Alice snapped.
“What’s a bordello?” Phoebe asked.
Woody shot a glance at Kara. Help me out here, he mouthed. He hoped she had some sort of explanation for her daughter because he sure didn’t have one.
“An Italian buffet,” Kara answered.
“Do they have pizza? Can we go there when it opens?”
A visible shiver ran up Kara’s spine. “It’s for adults only,” she said.
Phoebe wasn’t giving up. “That’s not fair. I like pizza.”
A bordello would be serving up a lot more than pizza, but Phoebe was too young to require detailed explanations.
Alice wasn’t deterred from the topic either. “My daughter walks past that spot every day. All our kids do. It’s your civic duty to investigate. Burning desire, my foot. It’s a massage parlor. Who bought the place? What paperwork did they file? Did they violate the fire codes? Why didn’t you prevent this?”
By now, everyone at the Wok and Woll leaned closer, anxious for the answer. Not a single person pretended disinterest other than Phoebe.
“Somebody named Ripple bought out that hole in the wall video rental place. I think the first name was Wayne. Nobody rents videos much anymore. Too easy to get them direct online. The paperwork didn’t specify the business, but be realistic, Alice. Nothing said sex store or anything vaguely related, and frankly, I can’t believe anyone would try to open that sort of business in Liberty Heights.”
“Hmmph. We’ll see. I can see you’ve been derelict in your duty as mayor, and there’s an election coming.” Without another word, Alice marched out the door.
“If the correct permits were issued, and there’s no breach of fire codes, there may not be anything Alice can do as an officer of the law,” Judge Finster said. “You should have investigated the business before signing the permits. Who is this Wayne Ripple? Where does he come from? Does he have a criminal background? If Alice is right about this sex business, you’ll have to find a way to get rid of them.”
Woody shot a glance around the restaurant. Tiny Wong’s face bleached of color. Doris looked like she was about to faint. Nearly everyone had a distinct look of disapproval other than Grandma Baumgart.
“Hot damn! I hope they give seniors’ discounts. Can’t wait for the grand opening,” she said.

Romance Reviews Party and Giveaway

In case you have not figured it out yet, the answer to the Romance Reviews Giveaway for Animal Crackers is, of course, New Jersey.
Nothing like Jersey Girls! (Or guys!)

To Catch A Cheat is coming!

Lots of news to report. I do keep things more up to date on my facebook page and Dana will be uploading lots of new reviews which are, thankfully, very good indeed.
First, there will be a new To Catch book, just signed the contracts. Tentative title, To Catch A Cheat. Here’s the basic storyline:
Talk about another bad day. Lindy Kellerman is back and this time her wedding plans are on hold thanks to a dead body in her synagogue. Who would whack a harmless caretaker and why? More bad news. The killer has to be someone Lindy knows. The Sunday school teacher? The synagogue president? The rabbi? Detective Fraser MacKinnon warns Lindy to let him solve the crime but with a killer in the neighborhood and Lindy at the epicenter of the local gossip mill, she’s determined to find out whodunit before the killer strikes again. Murder, romance, mayhem and humor run riot in To Catch A Cheat.

I had a lot of fun writing this one and hope you will enjoy it too. I will post updates about release as soon as I know but don’t hold your breath waiting

Second, Hanky Panky is now on sale at Amazon. The earliest reviews confirm my own opinion, the funniest Liberty Heights book yet.

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Happy New Year! What’s coming for Liberty Heights in 2013

Liberty Heights update for 2013! Yes, there will be a new Liberty Heights book slated for release in June. Light My Fire is Book 4 in the series. It’s about time mayor, paramedic and fire chief (hey, it’s a small town!) Woodrow “Woody” Wilson makes a move on widowed Kara Portman Wilson. The catch? Kara’s dead husband was Woody’s cousin and best friend and for the first time, Woody is faced with a genuine election threat. Chief of police Alice Finster is convinced a sex store is opening in Liberty Heights (can you imagine?) and politics battles with romance on Woody’s agenda. Then there’s 80 year old Gertie Finster also running for mayor to spite Alice. Is a sex store really coming to Liberty Heights? And who is the mysterious Wayne Ripple?
You won’t believe what Liberty Heights can do to an election! Not to mention the combination of romance and every woman in town trying to buy a Miracle Dress!

Blogfest and Free books!

Along with many other writers, I am participating in the Blogfest at Long and Short Reviews. Mine will not go live until Dec. 22 but all of the blog entries are about the holidays whether Christmas or Chanukah rather than book excerpts and personal information. Feel free to start visiting and be in the draw for free books including a free Liberty Heights book!

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Time for some Hanky Panky!

It’s official! Hanky Panky is now available at discount of 20% And yes, you can buy a Kindle version on that site.

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GROUND HOG DAY, LIBERTY HEIGHTS STYLE!

Here is another peek at the upcoming Hanky Panky, Book 3 in The Liberty Heights series. I had fun with this and hope you do too! Hanky Panky will be on sale in December but you can pre-order at discount now at

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Hanky Panky: Copyright: Elle Druskin 2012

A huge crowd gathered around the square, all awaiting the arrival of Mayor
Wilson. The town was infested with Wilsons; Woody could count on enough votes
from the Wilson clan alone to get elected as many times as he wanted. It was a
slam-dunk. Come to think of it, Woody had played basketball in high school, along
with Hank.
In spite of his prejudiced relatives, Woody was a good mayor. No complaints
from anyone, although having a mayor named Woodrow Wilson startled the
handful of out of towners who came for the ceremony.
The high school band played some kind of marching song, while cheerleaders
froze their butts off in those little skirts, tossing around pom-poms and whipping
up the crowd, and the school color guard was waving flags all over the place.
Hank stamped his booted feet in the cold. Man, it was freezing, and the gray
sky guaranteed another big snow dump. Didn’t take any groundhog to work that
one out.
Hank shot a glance over all the heads and caught a glimpse of Ellie and
Hayley, threading their way through the crowd. Dana was dragging behind them as
if she’d rather be anywhere but here, but she was holding one of the twins and
surprisingly, she was playing around with the kid, rubbing noses together, and
Mandy giggled.
“Got your hands full. Gimme one.”
Hayley handed over Jeff and shifted the baby in her other arm. All three kids
were dressed in cute little snowsuits, and Jeff yanked on Hank’s nose. Without thinking, he did a quack. The kid giggled like his sister.
He shot a look at Dana who was right behind him. She was probably annoyed
at him for making sounds again.
Surprisingly, a glimmer of a smile appeared on her lips as if she approved. She
cleared her throat and lifted her chin. Those silvery eyes met his, and his heart
banged against his chest for no reason he could think of that made sense.
“Thanks very much for the flowers. They’re beautiful, and it wasn’t necessary.
I was in a state yesterday and over-reacted.”
Hank grinned at her. “Yeah, it was necessary. Honestly, I didn’t mean to upset
you. How’s it going?”
Before she could answer, a whine buzzed over the microphone, and Mayor
Wilson stepped onto a platform. “It’s a cold day, and it looks like snow. Now I’m
aware that normally, February second is the day the groundhog tells us if winter is
over or going to last another six weeks.”
Woody gazed upward at snow clouds that were thickening by the second. “I
don’t know that we need the groundhog to tell us what’s coming, but I’d like to
invite Paulette Stone to bring out the groundhog.”
Whistles and cheers went up from the crowd, and they parted to make space for Paulette. Paulette Stone had to be the daffiest movie actress in the world with her crazy critters. She waved to the crowd and strolled forward to applause, acting like this was a red carpet event. Dressed in white ski pants and a matching fake fur jacket with a hood, she clutched a brown, furry something to her chest that looked more like a monkey than a groundhog.
Dana blinked, and her eyes widened. “That doesn’t look like a groundhog,”
Dana said.
“It isn’t.”
Jake squeezed through the crowd and stood behind them. He hefted Jeff out of
Hank’s arms and held the boy on his shoulders, so he could see the peculiar
ceremony. “It’s a meerkat. We couldn’t get a groundhog, so Paulette volunteered
Algernon.”
“Algernon?”
Hank shot a wicked grin at Dana. This woman was so easy to read. She thought that either they were crazy, or she was, packed in a crowd, watching a meerkat decked out in a bright red sweater with the word ‘Groundhog’ knitted in white, into the sides.
“Looks like something Grandma would knit,” Hank said.
“Yep, she did,” said Ellie, handing out red balloons with a picture of Algernon
on them to the kids.
“Is everyone ready?”
Woody stepped aside, and Paulette lowered Algernon onto the patch of
synthetic turf and plastic burrow that had been placed in the square explicitly for
the purpose.
“This is the craziest thing, I’ve ever seen,” Dana muttered.
“Shhh. Don’t rile the animal. You’ll make him nervous,” Alice Finster said.
Everyone stared as Algernon stood on his hind legs, leashed to Paulette in case
he got any funny ideas about stage fright and took off. His tiny head bobbed, he
gazed at the crowd, and then peered into the burrow. For a brief second, the sun
broke through the clouds and cast its golden light on the square.
“Uh-oh, there’s a shadow. That means six more weeks of winter. Good thing
we’re going to Hawaii for a honeymoon.”
“Hey, yeah, I heard. Finally lassoed Ed. About time,” Hank said and kissed
Zena Rydowski’s cheek.
“Yep, more than fifteen years, and enough is enough. Valentine’s Day wedding, and just to be sure Ed doesn’t chicken out, I’m making certain one of the
guys stays over with him the night before. If you’re around, please come to the
wedding.”
Zena whirled around and greeted Dana. “Hi, honey. I heard what happened,
and you don’t have any underwear.”
Hank’s brows arched, and he couldn’t hold back a wicked grin. Dana didn’t
seem the type to go commando. This was getting interesting, especially the bloom
on her cheeks.
“I’ve got a load of stuff for you. And don’t forget to come to the wedding, too.”
Dana swallowed. “I won’t be here that long, but thanks, and I can’t accept
charity.”
Zena shot a glance at Hayley, Jake, and Ellie then back to Dana and Hank.
“Uh-huh.”
Dana tried to explain, but before she could open her mouth, Zena cut her off.
“This isn’t charity. I’m doing stock take before we go away, and I have to get rid
of some stuff for tax purposes that didn’t sell, so you’d be doing me a favor.”
Zena walked away, and Hank saw the embarrassment on Dana’s face. He
wasn’t sure which was worse: that Dana realized he knew she was minus her
panties, or that she believed herself the object of charity.
She didn’t understand Liberty Heights. This was how people were here, the
best thing about the town. People helped each other without any thought of a
payback, although he wouldn’t mind if Dana decided to ditch the underwear offer.
The thought of a panty-less Dana shot an arrow of heat into his center. He couldn’t
suppress a huge grin as the high school band struck up a marching song, and a
choir sang, “Forward Liberty Heights,” the old high school song from football
games. Groundhog Day, or Meerkat Day, was over for the year.

Take a peek at Hanky Panky, Book 3, The Liberty Heights series. coming in December

HANKY PANKY, BOOK 3, THE LIBERTY HEIGHTS SERIES IS COMING IN DECEMBER. HERE’S A PEEK:
“This is ridiculous! I can’t stay at her house with you and pretend to be your wife!”
Steam all but rose from Dana’s head. Of all the insane things to happen, Grandma Baumgart insisted Dana was married to Hank and refused to listen to any explanation. On the contrary, she’d gotten all wound up and yelled at Hank.
“You should have paid attention to your grandfather. He knew how to keep me happy, and we were married for fifty years. You’re not giving her enough attention.”
The twitch in her lips indicated exactly what kind of attention she meant, and Dana blushed up to the roots of her hair. Explaining to the doctor hadn’t been the slightest bit of help.
“She’s physically fine. Just a residual headache. Normally, the only thing I would tell you to do is watch for any change in the headache or nausea,” Doctor Sumner explained when Hank hauled Dana off to his consulting room, leaving Hayley and Ellie to baby-sit Grandma.
“I performed a Mini-Mental Exam when she was admitted, and her score was fine. Actually, outstanding, for a woman her age. Why she thinks you two are married, I don’t know. That could be residual damage from the blow to the head.”
“How long is it going to last?”
Doctor Sumner shrugged. “Brain injury isn’t something we completely understand. It’s possible that when you get her home, her memory will jog, and she’ll come to her senses. They’re quite intact other than this blip.”
“Blip? You call this a blip? Married to him?”
“Hey, take it easy. You could do worse than me, you know,” Hank said with a glare.
Dana snorted. “How far were you planning on taking this?”
A wicked grin flashed on Hank’s face. “Interested? Grandma said to give you plenty of hanky-panky, and I’m not the one walking around ready for action without underwear.”
If a hole opened in the floor, Dana would have been thankful. Nothing could have topped yesterday as the worst day in her life—maybe in history. Then, this had to happen.
The doctor coughed, but Dana saw the color in his cheeks.
“I’m going to discharge her. Let’s see how she does at home. Your, um, wife, can give me a call once a day and let me know how things are going.”
“I’m not his wife!” Dana screeched. She didn’t care who heard her. This wascrazy, and this doctor didn’t plan to do a darned thing about it, just dump the whole thing in her lap.
He handed Dana a business card with his phone number. “No more
skateboards. I don’t know what she was thinking.” He shook his head and walked out the door without another word.
Dana glared at Hank, who eyed her. She didn’t miss the humor lines etched around his eyes. “Think this is funny? I don’t. What am I supposed to do if she never comes to her senses?”
Hank shrugged. “Get a joint bank account, I guess. I make pretty good money, lucky for you.”
Dana gritted her teeth. She could feel a migraine starting, and all thanks to Hank Axelrod, the world’s biggest lunatic.

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New LIberty Heights books!

I’m happy to announce that there will be another Liberty Heights book! Book 4, Light My Fire has just been contracted with a publication date for early next summer. Book 3, Hanky Panky, will be out next month. I might not know much, but personally, I think Hanky Panky is the funniest book in the series. Briefly, Grandma Baumgart’s joyride on a skateboard (what was she thinking?) results in a concussion and firm conviction that grandson Hank and Dana Fremder are married. Nobody wants to upset Grandma, so what are Hank and Dana going to do? Yep, it’s Grandma as Matchmaker along with Algernon the meerkat. Liberty Heights fun and romance again!

5 Roses for Going To The Dogs

I stayed up pretty late last night watching the US election results. I don’t make political comments here, there are more than enough places to find those, but I slept in as a result. “In” for me meaning past 5 am, so you can imagine I was pretty surprised to find people talking about a 5 Roses review for Going To The Dogs posted on Rochelle’s Reviews. Seems everyone know about this but me! Here’s the review and the link, and yes, I was doing the Happy Dance!

I’m not normally a fan of pedigreed dogs. They’re inbred, spoiled and hyper. Give me a mutt from the pound any day. But ya gotta love a dog who eats pizza and Fritos, watches baseball (even if it is the Yankees and not the Cubs), and sings along with the radio. And ya gotta love a cop who looks like George Clooney and bumbles his way through a case involving a dog trainer and her canine clients and their wacky owners. I try to follow a schedule each day—so much time writing, promoting, reading, etc. At night I read a chapter or so and drift off to sleep, often with my Kindle in hand and the light on. At some point my head bobs and I wake up enough to put my Kindle on the bedside table and turn out the light. Not so last night. I read straight through until I finished the book somewhere around five a.m. I highly recommend this book. Just be sure you don’t have anything else scheduled and you don’t have to be anywhere the next day when you pick it up. It’s not a bathtub read unless you don’t mind getting cold and pruny.”

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