Terri L. Austin lives in Missouri with her funny, handsome husband and a high maintenance peekapoo. She’s the author of Diners, Dives and Dead Ends—a Rose Strickland Mystery. “Austin’s debut kicks off her planned series by introducing a quirky, feisty heroine and a great supporting cast of characters and putting them through quite a number of interesting twists.” Kirkus Reviews
Last Diner Standing Blurb:
Rose Strickland is having a blue Christmas. Her friend is arrested for attempted murder, her sexy bad guy crush is marked by a hit man, and her boss is locked in an epic smackdown with a rival diner. Determined to save those she loves, Rose embarks on an investigation more tangled than a box of last year's tree lights. With her eclectic gang at the ready, Rose stumbles across dead bodies, ex-cons, chop shops, jealous girlfriends, jilted lovers, and a gaggle of strippers in a battle for freedom she might not survive.
Last Diner Standing Excerpt:
The bouncer at the door sized us up, his glance lingering on Roxy. “Like the outfit. You here to audition for Freddy?”
“Yeah, where can we find him?” I asked.
He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. After we walked past him, Roxy glared in my direction.
“Your stripper name could be Sailor Moon.”
She scowled. “We don’t joke about Sailor Moon, Rose. That’s sacred.”
We moved farther into the darkened club. Loud hip hop beat at us from all sides, pulsing its way into my head as a DJ near the stage yelled incoherently into a microphone. Blue and purple glow-in-the-dark swirls covered the carpet, and the place reeked of booze and stale sweat.
The room was two-thirds full of men, all staring at the woman on stage like dieters watching a burger commercial.
I was a little spellbound myself. I nudged Roxy’s arm. “Look at her abs. You could bounce a quarter off that six- pack.”
“It’s takes a lot of muscle to work a pole.”
Before I could question her further, a man with a faux hawk stepped out of nowhere. “Hey, I’m Freddy Libra.” He wiped a finger under his nose. “You here to audition?” He wore a long-sleeved shiny shirt, the kind I thought they stopped making in the eighties.
“I’m looking for Destiny.”
He placed his hand on my shoulder. I stared at it until he removed it. “Why you looking for Des?”
“I’m her cousin. Our aunt’s in the hospital. Thought she’d like to know.”
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Sounds good to me...and I love supporting authors from my home state, too. I like to think all of us Show Me folks stick together, so I think everyone should go out and get this one.
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