Tuesday, November 5, 2019

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Miss Demeanor P.I. Series by Joanne Jaytanie - Book Tour + Giveaway


P.I. I Love You
Miss Demeanor P.I. Book 1
by Joanne Jaytanie

Genre:
Romantic Suspense, Mystery, Adventure 

Rivers don’t let rocks hold them back. River Nightingale has decided to
blow past the rocky men in her life.


She’s played by the rules for too long—especially when it came to her
career as a cop. She was the top closer of cases for years, but
promotions in her small town cop shop went to her less productive
male counterparts. River decides it’s time to change careers. She
leaves her small town to purchase a Seattle private detective agency
and become her own boss.

Homicide Detective Gage Hamlin takes pride in his job; he closes cases and
fosters justice. All that changed the day River Nightingale sauntered
into his office. River has him questioning his pride, his cases, and
his aversion to private detectives, especially beautiful private detectives.

River’s client thinks Gage got it wrong, and River is forced to prove Gage
missed a murder. Will River and Gage find a way to play nice, or will
River be forced to leave Gage behind?




River walked into the precinct on Fourth Street. The building buzzed with activity. She wondered why people weren’t falling over one another, given how fast they moved. Yes, she knew cop shops—she’d spent her last ten years living in one, but the little cop shop in Bear Creek, Montana was only slightly larger than this lunchroom she peeked into as she passed by. When she asked for directions to the detectives’ bullpen, the sergeant at the front desk looked her up and down, rolled his eyes, then pointed behind him and went back to a pile of paperwork.
“Detective Hamlin?” River asked.
“Yeah, last time I checked. Do we have an appointment?” Detective Hamlin asked as he grabbed his phone, and scrolled through, looking for an answer.
“No. No appointment. However, if you’re not too busy, I wonder if we could chat for a few minutes?”
Detective Hamlin smiled, rose to his feet, walked around his desk, and pulled the door open wider. He gestured for her to enter.
“Sure, I have a few minutes. How can I help you, Miss—?” He grabbed the pile of files and loose papers out of the closest chair and dumped them into the next one over.
“My name is River Nightingale. I’m a private investigator, and I’ve been hired by the Baxter family to check into their parents’ deaths.”
River watched as his sparkling eyes and dazzling smile faded from his chiseled features. This reaction would take her a while to get used to. Cops respected other cops, but they had no regard for private detectives. She had firsthand knowledge. Even the cops in her little shop in Bear Creek used to treat them like they were week-old gum stuck to the bottom of their shoes. It irritated her then and it pissed her off now. Although she wasn’t going to give Detective Hamlin the satisfaction of knowing how she felt.
“I see,” Detective Hamlin said, tight-lipped. “I’ve no idea why they would hire you. I worked the case and closed it.”
“That’s the point, Detective Hamlin. The Baxters don’t agree with your conclusion and asked me to review your findings.”
“Now wait one damn minute. Despite how many open cases are assigned to me, I’m a professional. My work is careful and thorough. On what grounds do they find my work inadequate? And you—you don’t even know what kind of hoops I have to jump through. You’re just another ambulance chaser, a clueless private dick.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, nevertheless I do know what kind of hoops you jump through. I recently left my position as an officer.”
“What? Couldn’t handle the hard work?” He scoffed.
“I thrive on hard work. I worked hard for ten years and closed more cases than all my colleagues combined. What I do have a problem with is being passed over for promotions while some yahoo, with half the closed cases and experience, gets the job. And why? Merely because he has a dick and I don’t.”
He made a grunting sound, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms over his chest. River stared at him, daring him to make his next nasty comment.
“The case is officially mine, meaning anything you do, anything you discover, you tell me.” He popped forward in his chair and started to punch the keys on his keyboard. “Do you want a paper copy, or should I email it to you?” he asked.
She’d let his statement slide for now. They both knew it wasn’t true. She didn’t need to keep him informed. Even so, no sense ruffling his overly irritated ego.
“My client supplied a paper copy. I would appreciate an electronic one, please.” She pulled a business card from her purse and handed it to him.
“Miss Demeanor Private Investigators.” Hamlin read out loud. “So, you purchased the old agency.”
“That’s correct. Along with three friends, who are all experienced policewomen.”
“I’ve never heard your name, and I know most of the cops in the city by face, if not name.”
“I’m not from here.”
“Huh.” He grunted as he studied her.
River quietly withstood his scrutiny. She knew exactly what this jerk was trying to do. He wanted to make her uncomfortable, test her, try to make her fidget or feel insecure. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“I’m heading over to impound right now. Nothing against your report, it’s thorough enough. All the same, I’m a hands-on type of person. I find I work better when I’m able to investigate things firsthand and reach my own conclusions. I’ll get out of your hair now. I just wanted to stop by, introduce myself, and give you a heads-up about the Baxters hiring me to work their case.”
Hamlin simply stared at her. The look on his face—priceless. She couldn’t help herself.
Forget not wanting to push his buttons. This man needed a little ruffling. River wanted to smile or stick out her tongue at him. She held her composure. The last thing she needed was to piss him off more. Like he said, the case was technically still his, closed or open, and if she wanted any chance of solving it successfully, it would be easier to have him on her side. She needed to win him over. No better time to start than the present. Her insides cringed and she bit her bottom lip to keep from groaning.
“However, if you’re free for a bit, I’d appreciate your insight,” she said as she rose from the chair.
“I can’t spare you much, but I’ll take you over to impound,” he grumbled.






Twice As Bad
Miss Demeanor, P.I. Book 2

For private investigator River Nightingale, the stakes are high, and her
losses are twice as bad.


River has already lost a partner to a better job, and now a truck has mowed
down another partner and a key informant. Her surviving crew is
reeling and dead set on finding the killer. Working with them is a
Seattle PD homicide detective, Gage Hamlin. Gage and River have been
a volatile combination since day one, but now it’s twice as tense,
as they both seek the killer and Gage struggles to keep River alive.

On the waterfront, Seattle is known for slinging fish, but River’s
stakeout of a seafood plant reveals that fish aren’t the only thing
being sold on the docks. And if River isn’t careful, fish aren’t
the only thing that will end up dead on the docks.

Looming dangers lurk closer with every clue River uncovers. River’s
business, her relationship, her friends, and her life are all in
jeopardy. And the cost of solving the case is at least twice as bad as usual.








Joanne was born and raised in Sherburne, New York, a quaint village surrounded by dairy
farms and rolling hills. From the moment she could read she wanted to
explore the world. During her college years, she slowly crept across
the country, stopping along the way in Oklahoma, California, and
finally Washington State, which she now proudly calls home. She lives
with her husband and Dobermans, in their home located on the Olympic
Peninsula with a panoramic view of the Olympic Mountains.
Joanne writes romantic suspense, paranormal, mystery-thriller, supernatural
suspense, and contemporary romance. She loves to submerge herself in
the world of her characters, to live and breathe their lives and
marvel at their decisions and predicaments. She enjoys a wide variety
of books including paranormal, suspense, thriller, and of course romance.
Joanne is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America, (RWA), Kiss of Death, (KOD),
Greater Seattle Romance Writers Chapter, (GSRWA), Sisters In Crime
(SIC), and Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal, (FFPRWA). She served
as President of Peninsula Romance Writers, which was Debbie
Macomber’s home chapter.



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