Liar, Liar (Cat DeLuca Series #1)

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Private Investigator Cat DeLuca and her Pants on Fire Detective Agency have a reputation for catching cheaters. It’s a skill Cat mastered when married to her run-around ex, Johnnie Ricco. Armed with a camera, Cat scales balconies, dangles from hotel windows, and splashes the bare facts on 8X10 glossies. They tend to sweeten her clients’ divorce settlements.

 

Life takes a strange turn when a reporter for the Chicago Tribune (Rita Polansky) masquerades as a ...

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Overview

Private Investigator Cat DeLuca and her Pants on Fire Detective Agency have a reputation for catching cheaters. It’s a skill Cat mastered when married to her run-around ex, Johnnie Ricco. Armed with a camera, Cat scales balconies, dangles from hotel windows, and splashes the bare facts on 8X10 glossies. They tend to sweeten her clients’ divorce settlements.

 

Life takes a strange turn when a reporter for the Chicago Tribune (Rita Polansky) masquerades as a client with a liar-liar husband. Rita retains Cat to follow Chance Savino, a steamy guy with a pocketful of smuggled diamonds. The detective is hot on his heels when an exploding building hurls her out of her sling-backs and into the hospital. The FBI claims Savino was killed in the fireworks but Cat isn’t buying it. She escapes the hospital determined to find out.

 

When her client fails to show for a scheduled meeting, Cat finds her at home with a knife in her chest. She learns the reporter was researching a ball-buster story involving a gangster, gun smuggling, and a pocketful of diamonds. Cat discovers two clues in Rita’s apartment; Starburst candy wrappers and Chance Savino rummaging through her drawers.

 

Meanwhile, no one believes Chance is alive, everyone thinks Cat’s crazy, and Cat makes a murderer’s “must kill” list. A botched attempt puts ex husband, Johnnie Ricco on the short list of suspects. Can Cat solve this case before it is too late?

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A private eye searches for a suspect while her mother tries to find her a man.

If Caterina "Cat" DeLuca learned one thing in her divorce, it's how to catch a cheater. Now older and wiser, Cat has her own agency, Pants on Fire, that aims to catch other trespassing spouses. When yet another teary wife shows up in Cat's office, she has no qualms about taking the case. Little does she suspect that the woman, Rita Polansky, may have something entirely different on her mind than her cheating husband. Cat is following said hunky husband, Chance Savino, into a building when both are victims of a bomb attack the FBI maintains was really a gas leak. Cat winds up in the hospital with a concussion, putting her mental state into question and forcing a sanity intervention from her family and Father Timothy. Unfortunately, this is just another roadblock in a case that she considers barely open, since she can't find Chance's body in the wreckage or at the morgue. The FBI insists that he's dead, but Cat keeps (deliciously) running into him lurking in the corners as she continues her investigation of the bomb. At least Cat's family is on her side, or what they consider her side. Her mother cooks up a storm, her brother Rocco all but moves into her house and her Uncle Joey intimates that his mob connections are at her service.

Fans of Jennifer Crusie will appreciate Larsen's debut, full of breezy comebacks and characters that come off the page.

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Getting the goods on straying husbands is what Cat DeLuca, owner of Chicago's Pants on Fire Detective Agency: We Catch Liars and Cheats, does for a living. In her new case, Cat tails Chance Savino around town, but strange things start to happen—exploding cars and a murder or two. Then her cop family, led by her micromanaging mother, gets into the act. That's when the real fun begins. VERDICT Packed with action and wonderfully funny characters, this series debut is a masterstroke of hilarity. Cat De Luca is smart and charming in a scorned-woman-turned-to-avenging-all-cheated-upon-women way and is sure to appeal to fans of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781590587256
  • Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
  • Publication date: 9/7/2010
  • Series: Cat DeLuca Series , #1
  • Pages: 250
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.60 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

One day three sisters, linked by a voracious love of mysteries, set off to write their own. Julianne, Kristen and Kari Larsen, (horse trainer, minister and irreverent baker) deliver a sizzling read and easy smile. Liar Liar is the first book in the Cat DeLuca mysteries. The sisters live in the Pacific Northwest and Chicago area and are currently at work on Cat’s next, most fabulous adventure.

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Liar, Liar

A Cat DeLuca Mystery
By K. J. Larsen

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 2010 K. J. Larsen
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59058-727-0


Chapter One

The mark in a cocoa colored suit stepped out of the Bridgeport Bank into the bright sunlight. He leaned against the doorway and slipped on a pair of shades. I adjusted my binoculars to enjoy the view. My eyes wandered south over his hard athletic frame. This man was eye candy and I'd been craving some sugar since I started surveillance three long days ago.

He jogged across the street, past my Honda to the parking lot. I ditched the binoculars, propped a weekly tabloid in front of my face, and whispered into the recorder.

"4:03 pm Wednesday. Subject exited bank stuffing a wad of bills in his money clip. Question: Is he meeting person of interest tonight? Using cash to avoid a paper trail?"

I stretched my neck and peered over the magazine. The man shrugged off his jacket. His silk shirt hugged an impressive chest. I watched him open the door, ease his fine ass onto creamy leather, and roll away in a shiny black Porsche Boxster.

"Wednesday, 4:06 p.m. Subject left parking lot. Heading north on Archer." I fired up my silver Accord and shadowed after him.

The hot guy in the Boxster is Chance Savino. A.K.A. the lying cheating bastard who's married to my client Rita Savino. I met Rita last week when she burst through my office door, electric blue eye liner rolling down her cheeks. The ugly tears flowed from her conviction that her "no good husband" had his hand up someone else's skirt.

That's where I come in. My name is Cat DeLuca and I'm a private investigator. I don't snoop for insurance companies and I won't find your lost Uncle Harvey. I do what two years of unholy matrimony taught me well. I catch cheaters.

I trailed the black Porsche as it bulldozed across town. Rush hour had started early and traffic slowed to a standstill. I cranked up the stereo and blared my horn with the rest of Bridgeport. I wanted to wrap this job up and go home to a bottle of wine. I had my own personal meltdown to attend to.

My birthday.

Next week I turn the big three-oh. And to top it off I don't have a date for my own party. The guys I meet in this business are not the type you want to go out with. If they were I'd still be married to Johnnie Rizzo, the two-timing—wait, make that six-timing—cheating bastard. Unfortunately the only sex I'm seeing these days is through the lens of a camera. And trust me, in this business, sex is not a spectator sport.

A collision on Loomis and 31st blocked the intersection. I crept through the gridlock tailing the Boxster off 35th until it jerked to a stop in front of an abandoned building.

The windows were dark and a weathered, sun-bleached sign grew out of the tall grass. It said FOR LEASE. I parked half a block back in the shade of a birch tree and pulled out my high powered specs.

I got a close up of Savino's dark wavy hair and broad shoulders. He stretched back in his seat and laced his fingers behind his head. My client's husband was waiting for somebody but it wasn't his afternoon delight. This deserted office building was no Hotel No-tell.

I ducked behind my scandal sheet and relayed the subject's position into my recorder. Pushing back my seat I raised my legs, wrapping them around the steering wheel. I do a lot of surveillance and I can usually wait longer than most people can be good.

My Honda is an arsenal of cold pizza, Mama's cannoli, and Tino's Deli sausages. The sausages are for my sidekick, Inga. She's an overgrown, energetic beagle and she rules the backseat. I tossed her a sausage and snagged myself a cannoli. Cannoli is an Italian pastry. It soothes like Sex On The Beach, with or without the alcohol.

Something vibrated in my Levi's and Hank blasted "Your Cheating Heart." I dragged my cell phone from my pocket.

"Pants on Fire Detective Agency," I said. "We expose Liars and Cheats."

The voice grated like nails on a chalkboard. "Tell me the truth, Cat. Is my husband sleeping with his secretary? Cuz I'll kill that hootchie."

It was a fair question and one half a dozen clients might ask. But the voice was a dead giveaway.

"Ms. Jones."

"Call me Cleo."

"Your husband is not sleeping with his secretary, Cleo. Did he mention his secretary is sixty-three years old?"

"He's a liar!"

"And a cheat. Your husband is sleeping with your sister."

She gasped. "My sister the lesbo?"

"No, your sister the ho. Come by my office later for the pics. And there's something else."

"There's more? You're killing me!"

"Your husband plans to leave you. He's funneling funds to an offshore account."

For the first time since I met Cleo, she was stunned to silence. "There must be a mistake."

"No mistake, girlfriend. The man is sucking you dry. I have the account numbers here for your lawyer."

The voice squawked like a cat skimming hot coals. "We never had this conversation. Destroy the evidence and forget I hired you. When I kill the bastard it'll look like an accident."

I shoved the last bite of cannoli in my mouth. "My lips are sealed."

My eyes wandered across the street to the black Porsche and I shrieked like Cleo. My eye candy wasn't in it. I swept the street with binoculars. How could this happen? But I already knew the answer. It was the voice—that crazed Cleo voice—that threw me off my game. There was no call for Cleo's husband to cheat on her, but why he didn't choke the squawking life out of her while she slept is beyond me.

My passenger door jerked opened and a giant blue eye filled the lens of my binoculars. I screamed and untangled my legs from the steering wheel.

"Looking for someone?"

I dropped the spy eyes and checked Rita Savino's husband with a professional eye, tripping briefly over the baby blues and lean hard physique. He smelled musky and clean and his short cropped hair rivaled the color of dark chocolate. His skin was tanned to a soft caramel and that yellow silk shirt fit him like melted butter. Liar, liar, I reminded myself and dabbed the drool from the side of my mouth.

"You're in my car," I said frostily. "Get out or my dog will attack."

Inga licked his ear as the cheater helped himself to a cannoli.

"Hey. That's my supper."

"You've eaten two already."

"Have not," I lied and licked the powdery sugar from my lips. "I'm calling the cops."

"Good. Then you can tell them why you've been following me all day."

Damn.

"I didn't spot you at first but I smelled your donuts. They gave you away."

"They're not donuts. They're cannoli and I've been tailing you since Monday."

His brow arched in surprise. "You're good. But your donuts are better." Savino slurped the last lick of cream from the cannoli and winked. "So, who's paying you to tail me?"

I flung a business card and he read aloud, "Pants on Fire Detective Agency. We Expose Liars and Cheats."

He glanced over. "You're Caterina DeLucky?"

"It's DeLuca. I'm Cat and that would make you the Liar and Cheat."

"You're not serious."

"Your wife is. She hired me."

"Ha!" He followed with an eye roll.

"Did you think you fooled her? You have all the classic signs of a wandering husband. You don't wear your wedding ring away from home, you sniff around other women's donuts, and you drive a Boxster. What is it, Chance? A mid-life crisis or a need to compensate."

"I like the car. It performs well."

"And you don't?"

"Do you want to find out?"

It was my turn for the eye roll.

"Do you have a picture of this woman I'm rumored to be married to?"

"I don't need her picture. I've got yours."

His eyes fell to the file on my lap and he snagged it before I could stop him. "Not a flattering photograph."

"Your wife must like it. She gave it to me."

He scrunched his lips. "Look at this picture, DeLucky. It's not something a wife would keep of her husband. It was taken on a street somewhere without my knowledge. Your client isn't my wife. She hired you to check me out."

I snatched the file back. "You flatter yourself, Chance Savino. Your wife filled this form out. She describes your height—six four. Weight—one ninety. Eye color—bro ..."

I stopped short and closed my eyes. "Damn."

"I'm glad you noticed. Yours are the color of emeralds."

My skin felt hot and I drew in a breath. Chance Savino was everything I hated in a man. Unfaithful, a player, and God knows what else. But he was smoking hot.

"Blue, brown, what's the difference," I flashed back. "Your wife made a mistake. A woman forgets things when her husband does the horizontal hula with somebody else."

"Ha! You're hilarious. When do you meet her again?"

"Thursday at Marco's. It's Lady's Night. Two-for-one margaritas."

He pulled a bill from his wallet and my mouth dropped. I didn't know President Cleveland had his own money.

"This is a retainer. I don't know what this woman's game is but I want you to find out. She's probably a business competitor but don't take any chances. Don't let her know you're on to her."

My voice rose an octave. "I'm not on to her, I'm on to you. As far as I know, this could be Monopoly money."

He stepped from the car, leaned in the window and winked. "Wait here, DeLucky. I'll be right back."

Chance Savino moved like hot smoke. He sprinted toward the vacant building with the FOR LEASE sign. For a suspended moment my mouth gaped and my eyes fixed on his hard muscular ass.

"Wait!" I screamed and jostled the door open. A box of cold pizza fell to the floor. I hightailed it out of the car and dashed after him, yanking up the straps of my sling backs as Chance Savino disappeared inside the building.

"Hey, I'm not taking your money!" I chased after him at a dead run.

I was two steps from the door when the earth rocked and the building exploded. The sound was deafening. I flew out of my Dolce & Gabbana's and was hurled backward in a raging blast of glass and debris. Heat scorched my lungs and the words FOR LEASE whirled at my head. I gave way to darkness and the strange sensation of breaking into a thousand Monopoly pieces.

Chapter Two

I woke with the certain knowledge I'd been hit by a truck. My eyeballs throbbed when I pried them open and strained to focus on the man leaning over me. His face was obscured but I stared into unforgettable cobalt blue eyes visible beneath scrubs, cap, and mask.

"You're dead," I mouthed.

Relief flooded his face. "Wanna play doctor?"

My brain struggled to make sense. If Chance Savino was dead Then ... My eyes widened.

I glanced around the sterile room. It wasn't exactly what I had expected on the other side, but playing doctor with the hot Boxster guy sure wasn't hell either.

Savino's eyes crinkled at the edges. He laughed soft and low in his chest. "Go back to sleep, DeLucky. You're going to be fine."

"DeLuca," I mumbled and plunged back into dreams.

I was named Caterina after my paternal grandmother. She was a small Italian woman who scared the crap out of young children. People say I have her green eyes and chestnut hair but at five ten I'm a foot taller and I don't scare anyone. God knows I've tried.

The DeLuca men are Chicago cops: my dad, uncles, brothers, and cousins. Most are honest and hard working, but a few have deep pockets and drive Ferraris. Like my Uncle Joey. He knows people. I went to him once when a client's husband nearly beat her to death. He broke bones and caused permanent blindness in her left eye after she accused him of molesting their daughter. Amazingly the man had a change of heart. He apologized and bought an insanely huge life insurance policy. Later when they had found enough body parts, she cashed it in. There were other times I consulted with Joey but trust me, you don't want the details.

The DeLuca women have less interesting lives than the men. We're expected to marry early and breed more cops. If you ask me, the world has enough cops and Chicago has enough DeLucas.

I faded in and out of consciousness for a day. A host of divine white beings hovered around me and I smelled pasta. The next day, the jackhammer in my skull ran out of gas. My eyes focused and the sea of hovering faces lost their halos. I wasn't dead. These people weren't even close to heaven. They were my loud, obnoxious family. Papa, mama, three brothers, and one whacko crazy sister.

Mama clung to my hand. "What you have put us through, Caterina, you should be ashamed." She sobbed, pulling tissues out of her bra.

I was mildly surprised my mother wasn't serving up dinner. That's what she does. Food with a healthy side portion of guilt.

I squinted through the maze of faces. "Where did he go?" I asked groggily.

"Who?"

"The Boxster guy. He was here."

"Nobody's been here but your family and nurses. And the doctor."

"That was him, mama. He wanted me to play doctor with him."

My sister snickered. She doesn't like me much. She thinks our parents like me more. I think she was switched at birth.

"You played doctor when you were six with the neighbor boy," Mama announced. "That's not a nice dream for a good Catholic girl who should be married and having babies like her sister."

That would be crazy Sophie, the baby factory. As if on cue, an infant squawked and a swarm of nieces and nephews scaled the bed. Two fought over the remote and one swung from the IV pole. The jackhammer was back at full throttle and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I had two mothers. Double the pasta, double the guilt.

"I don't think I want kids," I muttered sullenly.

"Nurse," Mama shouted with a hint of hysteria. "My daughter has lost her mind!"

One of my sister's demon children pulled the plug from my oxygen and blew in the hose. I gasped.

"We eat!" Mama announced and the mass exodus gathered around the window. She opened two large grocery bags and there was a rush for paper plates. My meaty twin brothers, Vinnie and Michael, squeezed out the kids. They're always first in line.

Mama waved a spoon at me. "I was at Mass when the call came about somebody trying to kill you."

"Oxygen," I choked.

"You gave me no time to cook. I stopped at Tino's on my way over."

"Can't breathe over here."

"You take dirty pictures, you make people mad," Mama said. "Bad enough your father was struck down by hoodlums. I still have nightmares."

Three years ago, Papa was shot in the caboose by friendly fire but Mama tells it differently. Papa got a medal and early retirement. He's a bit of a Chicago legend but the rookie cop who nailed his ass is on permanent traffic duty. Papa is now the Chicago Police Department liaison for the local schools. He warns kids about drugs, lets them wear his hat, and he pulls his pants down just far enough to show off his scar.

Mama gripped her heart. "Bad enough I should worry about your brothers when the phone rings. You are not a cop, Miss Caterina."

"I'm not breathing, Mama."

"You're a snoop, a busybody. What people do is not your business."

I was saved by a knock at the door. "Someone call for a nurse?"

"I fix food for you." Mama piled the nurse's plate. "With extra meatballs."

The nurse removed the bouncing devil child from my chest and reconnected the oxygen. "Is that better?"

"Auuugh," I said.

Mama crossed herself. "A man died, Caterina. That's what comes from sticking your nose in other people's business. You should go to confession."

My voice sounded strangled. "Who died?"

My brother Rocco balanced a plate with one hand and pulled a scratch of paper out of his pocket. "The FBI ID'd the body. A guy named Chance Savino."

"It wasn't Chance," I said. "He was here."

"Playing doctor?" Rocco grinned. Rocco's the oldest and we're barely a year apart. He's probably my best friend.

I shuddered. "The body would've been badly burned by the fire. How could the FBI make an ID so quickly?"

"Hey, I'm just glad it wasn't you, sis." Rocco sat on the bed beside me. "I hate to agree with Mama on this but your work is too dangerous. I made some calls and I can get you a job in dispatch. Pay isn't great but people don't want to kill you either. You can start Monday."

"I have a job. Where's Inga?"

"She's at your house. Your neighbor's feeding her. Not that she's hungry. She was so scared by the explosion she ate a whole pizza."

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2012

    Loved it!

    I got this from the library as an mp3 book. I laughed quite hard at the over the top family, the crazy heroine and the fun story. I was looking for a light read and this delivered. Now I'm buying the next book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    OK Detective Mystery

    This was a good first book in the series- it dragged for me a little; and the whole family dynamic tilted a little to the ridiculous. . . But an amusing read.

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  • Posted August 16, 2011

    Stephanie Plum fans - READ THIS BOOK!!

    I got sucked in within the first few pages and couldn't put it down. The sisters created characters completely relateable that you fall in love with quickly. The story keeps you guessing, confused and laughing all at the same time. If you love Stephanie Plum and her crazy family you're going to love the DeLuca's as well. I can't wait to read the next one.

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  • Posted June 28, 2011

    Very much like Plum books

    I was looking for a book that was similar to the Stephanie Plum books, and this def was, it was a dead ringer. I really enjoyed the plot and the characters, but it was a little too much like the Plum books. The over eating junk food, the two love intrests, and I wish they wouldnt have brought on an "assistant" to her catching cheaters business. The assistant is exactly the same character as Lola in the Plum books (except that its not a huge slutty black woman). They are both bad at the job, are trigger happy and they have the same personalities.
    It was an enjoyable and quick read, and I will be reading the next books in the series, I just hope that the next ones arnt quite so much a duplicate of the Plum books.

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  • Posted October 21, 2010

    Highly Recommend- exciting and humorous

    This was a page-turner. The story line was exciting and the humor was exceptional. I can't wait for the next book by these three sisters! Not a dull moment in the book!

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  • Posted October 19, 2010

    fun and entertaining mystery

    If you like Stephanie Plum and The Spellmans, then you will enjoy this fun and entertaining first novel by three sisters. Cat was looking for a cheating husband in a simple case when the next thing she knew she was in the hospital after a building explosion. No one believes her when she says the "dead" man is alive, but soon her life is threatened and you know there's going to be trouble and boy what a fun ride you'll have watching Cat solve this murder mystery. I can't wait to read the next book in this exciting and adventurous series.

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  • Posted September 10, 2010

    FUN ENGAGING READ

    In the style of Janet Evanovich, LIAR LIAR is pure escapism. This is a story of a woman who catches her husband cheating with several of her friends so she divorces him and opens up her own agency to "catch cheaters." Her large Italian Catholic family, contains an overbearing mother and a long line of male cops. They think she is crazy for not settling down. Add in a hot diamond smuggler, couple bombs and of course murder. The writing is fast paced, exciting and hilarious. Can't wait for the next book.

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  • Posted September 6, 2010

    Fun Fast Paced Mystery

    Loved this book! Great story of a likable Italian woman private eye who catches cheating spouses. Hot men, crazy family and murder. Love the writing style - if you like Evanovich -you will love this book.

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  • Posted July 28, 2010

    Laugh out loud fun!

    In the style of Janet Evanovich, LIAR LIAR is pure escapism. This is a story of a woman who catches her husband cheating with several of her friends so she divorces him and opens up her own agency to "catch cheaters." Her large Italian Catholic family, contains an overbearing mother and a long line of male cops. They think she is crazy for not settling down. Add in a hot diamond smuggler, couple bombs and of course murder. The writing is fast paced, exciting and hilarious. Can't wait for the next book.

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