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Confessions writer Amy Crosby has put her life on hold for the last seven years after the disappearance of her husband, Dan. In writing for True Lies Magazine, guilt-ridden Amy takes on the abilities her fictional characters confess to, such as the time she thought she was psychic after researching clairvoyants. With fatalistic acceptance of the craziness in her life, she uses humor to cope; but when the home Dan bought for them is about to be foreclosed, her only answer is his having him declared ...

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Overview

Confessions writer Amy Crosby has put her life on hold for the last seven years after the disappearance of her husband, Dan. In writing for True Lies Magazine, guilt-ridden Amy takes on the abilities her fictional characters confess to, such as the time she thought she was psychic after researching clairvoyants. With fatalistic acceptance of the craziness in her life, she uses humor to cope; but when the home Dan bought for them is about to be foreclosed, her only answer is his having him declared legally dead and using his life insurance policy. Her home is safe—that is, until she receives a blackmail note. Equal parts mystery and humor, this novel is sure to keep readers guessing—and laughing—until the end.

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Editorial Reviews

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Seven years after her husband vanished, writer Amy Crosby files papers to declare him officially dead. Then her problems really begin. VERDICT Mystery fans who enjoy bright women working through their problems and solving crimes along the way will love Amy. Carmichael (Hot Flash) knows how to deliver a zinger of a tale with plenty of action.
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"I must confess, this is one funny book! The perfect combination of mystery, romance, and humor."  —Kimberly Llewellyn, award-winning author, Tulle Little Tulle Late

"Filled with crazy characters, it is action-packed and at times a laugh-out-loud read."  —BookLoons Reviews

"Ms. Carmichael writes a great, amusing story that keeps the reader on his toes."  —Affaire de Coeur

"A comical and entertaining mystery suitable for any lover of the genre."  —Tampa Books Examiner

"Carmichael's novel is an excellent tale of mystery and suspense with a comedic kick and is easy to read. Each character brings more intrigue to the story, and Carmichael manages to make the end come out of nowhere." —Portland Book Review

"A fun, wacky suspense thriller."  —Harriet Klausner, Midwest Book Review

"A fun mystery, with plenty of suspense and surprises and some excellent whimsy."  —ElizabethWillse.com

"If you need a break from all the dreary political news of the season, pour a cup of apple cider, settle into a rocker on the lanai, and enjoy autumn with this amusing, madcap page-turner."  —St. Petersburg Times

ElizabethWillse.com
A fun mystery, with plenty of suspense and surprises and some excellent whimsy.
St. Petersburg Times
If you need a break from all the dreary political news of the season, pour a cup of apple cider, settle into a rocker on the lanai, and enjoy autumn with this amusing, madcap page-turner.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781605423241
  • Publisher: Medallion Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 2/1/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 350
  • Sales rank: 516,512
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Kathy Carmichael is the award-winning author of Chasing Charlie, Here Comes Trouble, My Lady Mischief, and Hot Flash. She lives in Palm Harbor, Florida.

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Diary of a Confessions Queen


By Kathy Carmichael

Medallion Press, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Kathy Carmichael
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60542-095-0


Chapter One

My Husband Took out the Garbage and Never Came Back

Karma is as karma does. It's what Nana, my grandmother who raised me, always said. Her intentions were kindly. They always were. She strove to find ways to help me feel good about myself, so my basic inner confusion isn't her fault.

I should have kept karma in mind that morning.

Everything was going well. Too well.

As I stepped out my front door and headed for my mailbox on the street, dew twinkled in the April morning sunlight like faux diamonds on the Neelah queen's tiara. I looked up the curving road and a shocking silence reverberated. All was still on my small street, and my elderly neighbor Mrs. Mitchell's lace curtains didn't twitch as they usually did when she's home, watching for something to talk about.

I earned my living by writing short stories for True Lies, a confessions magazine. Sue Ann, my best friend, insists I have enough Catholic guilt I'll confess to almost anything, and I suspect she's right. My True Lies editor was about to go on maternity leave and my source of income would at least temporarily dry up. Imagine my excitement when I checked my mailbox to learn she'd bought eight confessions from me in advance. What a relief.

I desperately needed the money.

My house was about to go into foreclosure. The house Dan bought for me-for us-when we got married. I had sixty days to pay, or I would risk hell and brimstone in the hereafter. I simply could not lose our home. It had been seven years since Dan simply disappeared and I had no other choice than to put the wheels in motion to have him declared permanently out of print. That morning Sue Ann's attorney husband, Ron, assured me I would have the insurance proceeds in time to save my home.

Now most people probably aren't as worried about facing the hereafter as I am, but they don't share my past. My parents were devout Catholics. Two days before my confirmation, when I was thirteen and it was the main focus of my life, my parents were involved in a fatal auto accident. I was distraught. Not only had I lost my folks, but I never was confirmed.

Instead I went to live with Nana, who didn't believe in such nonsense. Instead, she was a spiritualist and believed in a totally different set of nonsense. Or not.

As a result, I'm basically totally confused about the hereafter and have one leg firmly planted in each realm. The good news that day was I no longer had to worry about burning in hell for losing Dan's house. The bad news was that neither my parents nor Nana had visited from the Eternal Divide to let me know one way or the other. I expected better from Nana.

Since the people I loved had a way of going to their spiritual reward or just plain disappearing, like Dan, I recently decided it had something to do with the Law of Attraction. By concentrating on my losses, I attracted more loss. It had taken me awhile, but I came up with a new affirmation: I attract people into my life who stay.

As I picked my barefooted way back up the graveled drive toward my front door, I glanced at the redbud tree I planted when Dan and I moved in. Its bare limbs were a tangled puzzle and I willed it to hurry up and bloom.

The next good thing to happen that morning was that when I went to get dressed, I found a twenty-dollar bill stuffed into my ill-fitting Wonderbra. I vaguely remembered wondering where the money had gone to a year ago, so now I knew. Another new affirmation: I attract money into my life to stay.

Feeling as if I was on a roll, I tried on my too-tight jeans and they fit perfectly. I could even bend and sit without causing my fallopian tubes to screech in protest.

There was edible food in my refrigerator.

And to top it off, I wasn't out of toilet paper after all.

Incredible, exceptionally good karma.

So when I saw the corner of a crisp, white envelope peeking out from a stack of books on the coffee table, I pulled it out. There was my name, Amanda Crosby, written in block print. It bore no address or postmark, so it hadn't come in the mail.

When I turned in my story "Diary of a Teenage Psychic"-which was retitled by my editor (I don't know what it is about my titles, but she changes all of them) to "I Can Read My Best Friend's Mind, and She's Messing Around With My Boyfriend"-I honestly believed I was now somewhat clairvoyant. Or at least warning bells and whistles would go off before something dire was about to happen.

Boy, was I wrong.

As I opened the envelope, I can't tell you my hair stood on end or chills chased down my spine. What I can state without any hesitation is that I was merely curious.

Who expects to receive a blackmail note?

But that's what it was.

I collapsed onto my sofa.

The note said:

Insurance fraud is a felony criminal offense. Before contemplating cashing in your missing husband's life insurance policy, you might try to discover where he is living or, at the very least, ask his mother. Should you wish the fact he's still alive to remain confidential, place $2,000 in unmarked bills in the waste bin on the corner of Main and Knox on Friday at 6:00 a.m. Or else.

Or else what? Unanswered questions pelted me like a hailstorm. What kind of insane person would write a blackmail note like this? Who would want to blackmail me? Why would someone blackmail me?

And most of all, was there a chance Dan was alive? And if he were, why would I want to keep it confidential?

Were the Law of Attraction and my new affirmation working?

I scanned the note again.

Obviously, I'd be thrilled to welcome my husband back into my life. I hadn't wanted to start the legal proceedings, because of the off chance Dan might return someday. I knew it wasn't likely after this long, but I missed him and dreamed of the day he would come home. Now it felt as if the legal proceedings had done the trick that years of praying and tears hadn't. Was Dan alive?

The blackmail note didn't make sense. The logic of blackmailing me at all seemed senseless, and with such a small amount, it was peculiar. Plus, why put the money into the trash? One segment of my brain analyzed the physical attributes of the note-it was a computer printout similar to those of most city, school, or library-owned printers as well as my own, and there were no identifying marks-while the emotional part of my brain short-circuited.

I suppose I need to digress. Technically I was still married in the sense that I hadn't been divorced or that my husband hadn't officially corked off.

It wasn't as if I hadn't waited long enough or grieved enough.

It wasn't as though I'd be unhappy if Dan turned up alive, either.

I saw an image in my mind-in black and white like an old movie. It was my favorite fantasy in the early months when Dan first disappeared. I was in my kitchen, cooking something. Okay, okay-I don't know how to cook, but it's my fantasy, and I reserve the right to fantasize I'm the next Rachael Ray. So there I am, pans steaming, vegetables bubbling, and I'm chopping something green, and I'm not even afraid of my knife. Hmm. Maybe instead, I'm ladling something, when the sound of the front door being thrown open startles me. The next thing I know, I see Dan, tanned, brimming with health, stride into my kitchen. I drop my ladle, in thrilled shock, then Dan swoops me into his arms and, in a Fred-Astaire-like-dip, leans me over. His lips press against mine.

Nope.

The fantasy no longer worked for me. All I could think was Where the hell has he been for seven years and why does he look so tan and fit?

Nothing less than his being kidnapped by those sex slavers his mother was always ranting about would satisfy me. Unless they allowed him to use a tanning bed?

Or maybe he'd been recruited by the CIA and they needed him to invent some top secret thing and it's now invented. He's finally allowed to come home and return to me, his devoted wife.

Nah. The CIA would have let him bring me along-or at least he should have found some sly way of letting me know he hadn't kicked the bucket.

No matter how many scenarios I played in my head, none truly satisfied me, because I'd long since concluded that if Dan were alive, he would have found some way of clueing me in. The only other option was he would never be coming home again, and the very idea made me more than sad, worse than devastated, lower than the bottom.

It also left me truly pissed off at the jerk who willingly reopened this emotional can of worms for me. Who could have done this to me? I wanted to lash out at whoever it was.

And there was the problem with losing Dan's and my home. If I wanted to save it, maybe I should pay the blackmail? Putting off having Dan declared legally non compus life-os would mean my house would definitely go into foreclosure. But what if he came back and I'd done that to him? Would he be able to forgive me? Would he understand I'd done it to save our home? Would I be able to forgive myself?

Before I had a chance to make sense of it all, my friend Sue Ann chose that moment to come barging into my house.

"You didn't knock," I said with a sort of surly tone.

She ignored my statement, of course, as she always does, because she doesn't think knocking is necessary. Instead she stopped in her tracks and asked, "What's wrong, Amy?"

I hadn't realized I'd given myself away other than a slight trembling of my hand fisting the blackmail note. Then I realized tears silently streaked down my face.

It was amazing how a little detail like that could slip past me.

This was not how my life was supposed to pan out. I wasn't quite sure yet how it was supposed to go, but this wasn't it. "My louse of a husband has apparently been alive all this time."

"What?" screamed Sue Ann, making a dive for the letter. Snatching it from my shaking hand wasn't a problem for her and she quickly scanned it. "Do you think it's likely?"

"I hadn't really considered that. I'm still reacting to the very notion Dan's alive and chose to skedaddle out of town." Was it really possible he'd done this to me? My breath left me and, with a whoosh, I deflated back onto the sofa. "I told you I didn't want to start the legal proceedings to have him declared officially sleeping with the fishes."

"This letter doesn't change anything."

"You're wrong. It changes everything."

"Let's not jump to any conclusions just yet. Scooch over," said Sue Ann, parking herself beside me. "That's the weirdest blackmail note I've ever heard of. I thought they usually threaten someone missing, not threaten to prove someone's alive."

I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. "It is strange."

"We'll get to the bottom of this," she said reassuringly. "I just know it."

The two of us are not much alike. Sue Ann's blond hair is cut in one of those pixie-like bobs and her blue eyes flash with life. She's an extrovert, sure of herself and her place in the world, certain everyone will like her, and she likes them all back. She jumps into life with her limbs spread akimbo and with all the effervescence of sparkling champagne.

Me? I'm not so much like that. I have long, dark brown hair, boring grey eyes, and the only flashy thing about me is the thumb drive on my computer. I'm more the hide-in-my-office-and-hopefully-no one-will-want-to-talk-to-me sort. With very good reason, my favorite animal is the turtle.

Sue Ann glanced over the note again. "The way I see it is, either Dan's alive or he's not."

Since she'd stated the obvious, I ignored her comment. "So why blackmail me? It's not as though I'm rich or anything. Between the confessions and the monthly check I get from Dan's inventions, my ends are far from meeting." When he'd first turned up missing, the money from his inventions had been sufficient. But it had been years since any new devices had been invented, and accordingly my monthly income flatlined.

One look at my house and anyone could see it desperately needed repairs-things Dan would have taken care of if he weren't MIA. Not only did the house need updating; it needed repaired gutters, a new roof to stop the leaks, and the shutters tacked back into place. Surely any blackmailer could see that if I had a spare two thousand lying around, I would have paid for a fresh coat of paint. A pale canary yellow might be nice.

"Why only two thousand dollars? Why not twenty thousand or two hundred thousand?" asked Sue Ann.

"If it's over twenty dollars, it might as well be two million, considering my budget."

"So maybe the point isn't blackmail." Sue Ann yanked her bangs, which were always about an inch too long, over her forehead. "Maybe someone's trying to let you know, in a sneaky way, that Dan's still around."

I sighed, sending my sunshiny paint fantasies skittering away. "That doesn't make sense. Why not just write an anonymous letter saying, 'Dan's alive and well and living the good life in Tahiti'?"

The more I thought about why the note had been sent, the more it worried me. I'd been caught up in thinking Dan was alive rather than considering the motive of the person who delivered the note.

Sue Ann leaned over to pick up the envelope. "This doesn't have a postmark. Did someone slide it under the door or what?"

My forehead furrowed, but I quickly smoothed it out. I had enough wrinkles already, even though I hadn't yet crossed into thirty-something territory. "That's another weird thing. It was here, stuffed between a couple of books on my coffee table."

"How'd it get there?"

"I have no clue."

"When did you find it?"

"This morning."

"Was it there last night?"

I slowly shook my head. I couldn't recall seeing it there, but I didn't remember actually looking in any more than the usual cursory way. It could have been there since the last time Sue Ann cleaned the room out of desperation because I'm such a hit-and-miss housekeeper. Since then I'd barely left the house because I'd been busy writing. "I don't know when or how it arrived, but it couldn't have been here long, since you cleaned a couple days ago."

"So all we know for sure is this anonymous person knows you well enough to come in your house and put it here. The blackmailer wants you to believe that your husband is alive and that your mother-in-law is fully aware of this and is keeping it a secret from you."

Hearing it put like that, I felt even shakier than when I'd first read the note. "So, someone I know wants me to talk with Dan's mother about whether he's alive? There's no way. Even if she knew he was alive, if he'd asked her to keep it quiet, the secret would go with her to the grave. She's already one olive short of a pizza. If it's not true, even a hint he's still around might send her to the loony bin or putting together a séance."

"Maybe there's another way to find out," said Sue Ann. There was no mistaking the devilish gleam in her eye.

"What did you have in mind?"

"She asked me to clean her place. I said I'd work her in this week."

I didn't know whether to roll my eyes or lock myself in the bathroom. I knew where she was going with this and it made me nervous. "Tell me you don't have a key to her house."

"I have a key." She grinned malevolently. "Now before you get started, I know you don't clean. But you do know how to search."

"No, no, no." Searching was a skill I acquired when I wrote a confession about being a private detective. But it wasn't a skill I was eager to use. "You know anytime I try to do anything remotely wrong, I always get caught."

"It's either we snoop to find out if she knows anything or you tackle her directly. Your choice."

"There's got to be something else I can do. How about I go to the bank and ask for a discreet loan of two thousand bucks in unmarked bills?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Have you called Brad yet?"

We'd known Brad Tyler, now a detective with the Independence Police, since the days when he'd been a troublemaker himself. He'd been assigned to handle Dan's missing person case. "Wouldn't calling the police be overreacting?"

Sue Ann pushed back her bangs again. "You received a blackmail note. Calling Brad should be the first item on your agenda, I'd think. Besides ..."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." How many times had she told me this? Trying to mimic her voice, I said, "Besides, he's always had a soft spot for you."

"Well, he does. I think if Jerome wasn't hinting that he's about to pop the big one, Brad would ask you out."

"Why is it everyone knows my business long before I do?" Jerome and I didn't have that kind of relationship yet. We were close and I knew he wanted more, but I wasn't ready.

(Continues...)



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    Dang it! Here she goes again ruining another book. Harriet klausner, will you PLEASE stop revealing every plot point in your so called reviews? It is rude and uncalled for. You need to read other reviews to learn how to write one. We have the overviee to give us a gist of the story, but yiu persist in revealing every detail. You need to be banned.

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  • Posted June 15, 2013

    This was a good cozy mystery. An author who writes short stories

    This was a good cozy mystery. An author who writes short stories and could put her own life in them. She has many ups and downs, but still goes on. She could be your next door neighbor. Very good.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2013

    E

    At times the story was disorganized.The main character was rather dumb & not very endearing.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2012

    Good mystery

    I never guessed who done it....that makes it a good mystery novel in my book. Unlike most free books, it isn't full of grammatical errors and that in itself is worth 5 stars.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 5, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Very good

    A quick read mystery! It was pretty good story about a missing husband a murdered boy friend, communication with the dead and burglery! Oh yeah, a little romance throw in to.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    OK if the library is too far away or they don't have e-books yet.

    For a free book its an acceptable read. I scan read very fast and tend to make it a point to read some of the free books because they are mostly new or little known authors.

    This is a basically a mystery with some romance thrown in for spice.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 28, 2012

    Interesting

    Fast reading and enjoyable pass time reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2012

    Good book

    It was a good story the ending seemed rushed but long over due still for a free book was a good read

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2012

    Entertaining

    Entertaining and well written. Enjoyed this mystery. Twists & turns with some splash of humor. A good read!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2012

    Okay

    Easy read but lacks suspense

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2014

    KEPT ME GUESSING

    I would read another book by this author. She kept me guessing and she did it with some humor and a bit of romance. A quick 220 pages. Not great literature, but good entertainment--especially when it was free!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2013

    Good read

    A missing husband, blackmail, murder, seances and a quirky lead character. Lots going on in this book, but the author ties it all together pretty well.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2012

    Good read

    Enjoyed the main character and story line

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2012

    Cupcakes4U

    This book was very enjoyable! I'm only 12 years old, & this book gives off a totally suspense vibe & it keeps you thinking & it had a lot of suspense in it...it keeps you jumping & you keep wanting to read on & on forever. This is definetely & will always be a FAV. (Favorite) READ! And it's great because this book is free! I also reccommend you get the app books buddy. It offers great deals & free books, that's how I came across this book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2012

    Lol funny

    A humorous read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Awesome

    Loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2012

    A

    overall a pretty good read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2012

    I enjoyed this story very much.

    I enjoyed this story very much.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2014

    This review might come off as harsh and I am sorry if it does.

    This review might come off as harsh and I am sorry if it does. However, we all have types of books that we like to read and types that we don't. I happen not to be a fan of faith based fiction. I am sure much of it is very good, it is just not what I like to read. I get upset when I pick a book, get excited about reading it, and find that it is faith based. Please, enjoy these books and the message that they bring. But for this type of book, and all books, please label them properly so that consumers do not waste their time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2014

    Gay

    This book sucked lol. Like really bad

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