We are just a day away from the release of The Visitor Has a Ball, set in the beautiful Saddlehorse Capital of the World–Shelbyville, Kentucky. Surrounded by rolling hills, beautiful rivers and streams, wide pastures dotted with gorgeous horses, Shelbyville is one of my favorite places to visit. It’s a bustling small town east of my home in Louisville.

Drew Lindner’s character eased into my imagination with a low, Kentucky drawl. He’s handsome, intelligent, good-humored, and strong (I was thinking a young Michael Weatherly, aka Anthony DiNozzo of NCIS fame). He’s polite. Ready to help with whatever needs to be done. So, who in their right mind would ever suspect him of committing a crime?

Who, indeed. You’ll need to read the book to find out for sure. It will be available tomorrow–Friday, July 14–on Kindle, and also in print. See details below.

Samantha Carr is still convicted, after nearly a year, for leaving her newly-widowed mother to live alone nearly an hour away. And now she’s also unsure of the handyman that Mom has hanging around the place.

So when her late father’s office is burgled and a valuable heirloom goes missing, Samantha enlists the help of her world-traveling Aunt Connie to help her set things right.

She didn’t realize what tensions that would cause and the secrets it would expose. Until someone wanted the snooping to stop . . .

Match wits with The Visitor as she unearths an unexpected thief.

The latest installment in The Visitor Mysteries releases Friday, July 14. And the author is…me! Here’s a short introduction from my main character, Samantha Carr:

A churning sensation in my stomach threatened to steal my appetite. Nerves—it’s just nerves. That’s what Mom always used to say right before my piano recital in third grade, or ahead of the final game in the softball tournament. Nerves.

Mom had always calmed my nerves. Talked me through troubled waters. Until my dad passed. Suddenly. Mom spiraled down into a deep valley of grief. Now, it was my turn to offer emotional support. How goes it so far? Not well. Not well at all.

So, when I heard my Aunt Connie was planning a fundraising gala in our small town, I had a great idea. Why not invite her to stay at Mom’s? Mom loves her youngest sister. Although, she and most of her siblings initially balked when Aunt Connie took over as head of the family business. I never understood their objections, but perhaps I was too young. “There is a lot of history involved,” Mom said. And closed mouths, at least where the younger generation was concerned.

Read more tomorrow–right here!