Murder in Plain Sight
Summer McCloud Book 1
by Nikki Broadwell
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
Like Stephanie Plum?
Just add ghosts and stir!
Summer is an amateur sleuth with the hots for a cop on the local police force. And Jerry is on her trail, but not because he wants her body.
Summer is a suspect in a murder investigation.
When Summer dons a wig and sunglasses and disappears, her best friend, Agnes, is worried--will Summer end up being another victim?
Meanwhile Jerry is seen on the news asking her to turn herself in.
Will she heed his warning?
Find out in this fast-paced sexy and humorous thriller by picking up a copy now.
Note to readers: If you are a stickler for police procedures or read a lot of hard-boiled murder mysteries, this might not be the book for you!
I was sitting on my couch reading when someone rapped on my door. It was
nine o’clock at night and I was getting sleepy, the sound startling me so much
that I nearly knocked over the antique Tiffany lamp in my haste to answer it. I
opened the door and peered into darkness, surprised to see Agnes. She seemed
distraught, her straight dark hair in tangles as though she’d run in a high wind.
“I had to come over to warn you, Summer,” she said breathlessly. “Since you
don’t own a TV I figured you wouldn’t have seen the local news.”
I flung the door wide. “Come in,” I invited, closing it behind her.
Agnes was very pretty with dark eyes always lined with kohl, her lipstick
varying from kiss me red to a deep maroon color. Her hairstyle reminded me of
the roaring twenties with clipped straight bangs that stopped just above her
eyebrows, the rest of her straight dark hair ending neatly at her chin. Her highheeled
boots made her look impossibly tall as she teetered toward the couch.
“Did you run in those?” I asked, pointing to the red ankle-high boots.
Agnes looked distracted as she pulled her heavy sweater over her head and
lowered herself to the couch. “What? Yes, of course I did. Come sit, Summer.
You aren’t going to like this.” She patted the couch next to her.
I stared at her bare arms, fascinated as always by her beautiful tattoos.
Saraswati the Hindu goddess of knowledge, music and creative arts, was
depicted in sinuous and colorful detail on her right arm. On her left forearm
Guanyin, the Chinese goddess of compassion, had been rendered in the
traditional seated position, and above her was a satyr, an oddity that didn’t really
go with the rest of them but was actually my favorite with his goat eyes and
I sat down next to her wondering what could possibly have happened. I
hadn’t heard any sirens and my cell phone hadn’t alerted me to any coming
“Did you have a visitor in your store today, a woman who you’ve never seen
I frowned, going back over my day. “There was one woman. She was kind of
unusual and the book she wanted wasn’t in the database. Why?”
Agnes sat forward, turning toward me with an intense gaze. “Dark hair?
“Her name was Serena Weatherby.”
“Was, as in past tense?”
“She’s dead, Summer.”
Saffron and Seaweed
Summer McCloud book 2
Summer and Jerry’s romantic weekend takes a dark turn when they discover the body of a young woman in the surf.
When the local police deny the crime and the newspaper prints nothing, Jerry and Summer realize they are on their own. But they have no idea how deep they will have to dig to find out the truth. The murder is only a thread in a web of lies that extends to the furthest reaches of political office.
Are Summer’s visions to be the only clues? Jerry doesn’t think so, his focus on good old-fashioned detective work, but when he doubts her psychic abilities the trust between them begins to crumble.
As the days pass, Jerry and Summer come to understand that not only their relationship, but their very lives are in jeopardy.
Jerry pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine. “What do you think?
Take a walk on the beach and go for a swim?”
I brightened immediately, pulling off the hot jacket and helmet. “I have my
bathing suit on under my clothes.”
He raised one eyebrow, a unique ability that I found very sexy, and then his
gaze went from my T-shirt to the cut-off shorts I was wearing. “I hoped…” he
I knew that look and what lay behind it. “That we’d go skinny-dipping? Do
you think there’s a secluded beach in this town? Look around, Jerry, and tell me
what you see.”
Jerry scanned the crowded parking lot, the cars rolling slowly by the
shopping strip and restaurants, the people in bathing suits going in and out of the
stores and the yacht club and heading toward the cabanas. He made a face.
“Maybe there are less people out by the point.”
Napatree Point was a spit of land that stuck out beyond the harbor, separating
it from Fishers Island Sound on the other side. Most beach-goers hung closer to
the village where the water was calmer.
“What do we do about our stuff?” I asked, gazing down at the expensive
customized leather bags he’d purchased.
Black and White and Red All Over
Summer McCloud Book 3
A terrible school shooting has the entire sleepy town of Ames in an uproar. Who would do such a thing, and why can’t the witnesses remember any details about the shooter?
When Summer has a visit from a ghost she’s left wondering...could someone long dead actually heft an assault rifle?
Along with the furor over the murders, Summer is falling for Jerry again, despite his obvious deranged state of mind. Add to that the upcoming wedding between Sam and Agnes, and include a smattering of ghosts and possible psychopaths to the guest list, and you have a recipe for disaster.
A hundred guests were coming to the wedding, Sam’s friends and family
who made up a cast of thousands, as well as Agnes’s college friends she’d lost
touch with who were now married with children. She told me she was hoping to
reconnect now that she was about to join them in the respectable institution of
Agnes had always been a free spirit and that’s why we’d become such good
friends. This new side of her, that seemed to think that getting married placed her
in an entirely different social stratum, bothered me greatly. She was my best
friend and I relied on her to continue in that regard. We still went to our monthly
coven meetings on the full moon, and I hoped we would continue to do so after
We had consumed half the bottle by the time Sam arrived, his expression
“What’s wrong?” Agnes asked, jumping up from the couch.
He rubbed a hand across his clean-shaven face. “There’s been an incident,”
he began, slanting a glance toward me. “There was a shooting a couple of hours
ago at Riverview Elementary.”
My mouth dropped open in horror. These school shootings had been
happening all over the country but I never thought they would occur in our
sleepy village of Ames, Connecticut. I clutched my glass and tried not to see the
ravaged faces of the poor children.
“Five kids and three teachers were shot today,” he continued, slumping onto
the couch. “It was a bloodbath.”
Summer McCloud Book 4
Summer is in Scotland doing an errand for a ghost. But when she comes face to face with her distant past her world turns upside down.
Finlay Ross McCloud, a ghost in the Ames graveyard, has sent her on this fool's errand, his facts confused. And when Summer discovers the truth she's already in over her head.
Will she succumb to the charms of the handsome highlander she can picture running across the moors in a kilt, or will she pull herself away before it's too late?
Find out in this fast-paced romantic tale of love and loss.
I sat on the edge of the gravestone next to his, watching Cutty sniffing
around his feet. My dog looked up at him and gave a little woof. “Cutty can see
you? How is that possible?”
He shrugged. “Animals are far more sensitive to the departed than humans.
Ye happen to be a special case, lass.”
“Did you know we’re related?” I asked him. “I’m a McCloud too.”
“Aye. ‘Tis why I wished to talk with ye. Judging by how I’m stuck here, it
seems my death needs to be resolved before I can move on.”
I stared, surprised. “I’m not a detective.”
He chuckled. “I saw ye here that night diggin’ up some old bones to solve
yer case. I heard ye talkin’ to yer copper. The two o’ ye were in it up to yer
eyeballs. ’Tis nae as though I can go to the local constabulary and ask them to
“For your information there weren’t any bones in the casket. All we found
He laughed. “’Tis naught to me, lass. I am merely pointin’ out yer
“But if you were murdered it was a long time ago. The person who did it is
He nodded, reaching down to rub Cutty’s ears. His fingers went right
through. Cutty wagged his tail. “It will be a merry chase for ye, to be sure. It all
started back in the Highlands. ‘Tis where ye’ll need to begin.”
The Night of the Jaguar
Summer McCloud Book 5
A honeymoon without a husband is not so fun.
Akumal is beautiful, but without Jerry, Summer's hopes of sunbathing, margaritas, and rolling around in bed together, are ruined.
But it's the dead body in the cenote that clinches it. Jerry is working on a case that he never mentioned, and Summer is left out-- that is until she decides to do a little sleuthing herself.
Even with the help from ghosts and a jaguar Summer is out of her depth. And when her life is put in in danger it is up to Jerry to save her. Will he make it in time?
Find out by reading this fast-paced supernatural thriller.
My throat burned, my lungs on fire as I hurtled down the dirt road away from the
whine of the engine behind me. They were gaining. Of course they’re gaining,
you ninny—they’re in a car and you’re on foot! And not just any old car but a
black town car with bulletproof glass and windows tinted so dark you couldn’t
see inside. How could they allow…but that question left my mind when a
narrow path appeared on my right, leading through a field planted in some low
growing vegetable that did well in arid climates—maybe Mexican spinach?
When a gunshot rang out my mind went as blank as the cloudless sky. I ran for
How I had come to be out in the middle of Mexico running from banditos trying
to kill me was a question I couldn’t even ponder at the moment. My legs were
tiring, my heart rate way above anything resembling normal, and when I glanced
over my shoulder I saw two bulky men heading my way on foot, guns drawn.
Jerry, you bastard! The words that rang through my mind were not the
best way to think of the man I’d just married—and where was he now that my
life was about to be ended by two thugs in riot gear?
This entire scenario was Jerry’s fault, and if I lived long enough to see him
again I would murder him with my bare hands. Why in god’s name had I said
yes? A bullet winged my ear—blood trickled down my cheek and along my neck
as I felt the ground give way. A moment later I was falling into darkness, my
fingers clutching at air. I hit the water and sank.
I graduated with a BA in art and English from Sonoma State University in California. I've been an avid reader since I first learned how and a writer from my early teenage years on. I've had several art related businesses, including greeting cards and more recently a silk painting business. When I began to write in earnest I put aside the art, concentrating only on the writing.
I've traveled a lot over the years, finding inspiration wherever I go. Scotland holds a special place in my heart, hence the setting for "The Moonstone". I had to make a 4th trip there to do research as I was putting the book together!
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