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~Guest Post~No Tears for Darcy by Vicki Reese~Character Interview & Excerpt~


We are happy to welcome Vicki Reese to talk about her new book,
No Tears for Darcy
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39005894Title: No Tears for Darcy
Author: Vicki Reese
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Page Count: 200 pages
Genre(s): M/M, Romance, Mystery/Suspense
Release Date: April 3, 2018


Letting love pass them by would be a crime.
Former forensic accountant Cameron has lost nearly everyone he’s ever loved, and now his vintage clothing shop has been broken into and trashed. When town police chief Will Carson asks an out-of-town cop friend of his for help, Cam takes one look at the dark-haired, blue-eyed detective and knows he’s in real trouble—and it has nothing to do with vandalism or murder.
Pete Minchelli is on leave from his job in Philadelphia due to a gunshot wound, but he figures he can help an academy buddy with some light police work. Plus, he’ll have a chance to experience small-town life. He’s tired of the big city and all its corruption. But he quickly discovers that not all the bad stuff happens in cities. What he doesn’t expect to find is death, treachery—or love.

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~Guest Post~Character Interview~

~Luc’s story~

Hi! I’m Luc Minchelli. I run the new restaurant and club on the outskirts of town. I own it with my brother Pete. We’re doing pretty well, though I often wished Pete would take more of an interest in it. But he’s a cop. Or was one up till recently. That job may be in jeopardy, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Pete’s been in too many scrapes for the family’s comfort. He’s been shot, knifed, battered, nearly drowned… way too many things. But I think with Cam in the picture, that might be over.

Cameron came into our lives when his vintage clothing store downtown was vandalized. Pete’s friend Will, our chief of police, asked Pete to help out with the investigation. Pete was supposed to be on leave, taking it easy after his last run in with a perp. Shot up his leg pretty badly. I tied to get him to help me out here at the club more, but Pete couldn’t pass up a chance to help Will out. Not once he saw Cameron. I never believed in love at first sight, but with those two, it just might be something.

I’ve never seen anyone so totally taken with another person than those two are with each other. The first time Pete brought Cam up here, I knew. He’d never brought any of his male friends around before, but suddenly there’s Cam, looking all cute and innocent. And hungry! Pete brought him up for lunch, so we fed him. Had a great time teasing Pete as we made linguini and salt and lobster. That poor man wasn’t sure what to make of the way Pete and I are together. I mean, we’re brothers and from a big family. So we bicker. A lot.

Then we added Toni, our little sister, in. I’m surprised Cam didn’t run for the hills. Especially when we found out he was an only child. I wish! No, I take that back. My brothers and sisters may drive me nuts, but I love them all and wouldn’t change a thing. Our family is big, noisy, and every stereotype of Italian you can think of, but they’re mine. We may fight, but you don’t mess with us. We know how to fight back. And will.

So, anyway, this whole mess with Darcy and Cam’s ex and everything ended up being the best thing that ever happened to Pete—and me! I get to have my brother around more and Cam as a brother-in-law (eventually). And I am so glad. Cam is definitely a good person to have around. It’s a shame what he went through, but it brought him to our family so that’s all for the good.



Excerpt from  No Tears for Darcy by Vicki Reese from Dreamspinner Books
Copyright © 2018  All rights reserved.

Along one wall was a brick-and-tile-lined grill. Another wall held an industrial-sized refrigerator and freezer. There were two sinks separated by a span of black granite countertop that opened to a dining area. A huge butcher block sat next to the stove.

“Please, tell me this is where you do the cooking for the restaurant and club.”

Luc gestured toward the room. “This? Nah. This is just the family kitchen. The big one for the club is downstairs.”

Cameron gulped. He studied the area as Luc rummaged in the fridge, mumbling to himself. What kind of family had a kitchen like this? Or a fancy club? Pete might be a cop, but this put him on a different level. Not many cops lived like this. Not even the higher-level agents Cam knew.

He stood back and watched as Luc pulled out several containers along with fresh vegetables and greens and set them all on the counter, then glanced at Cameron. “Here, put this on.” He tossed him an apron that Cam slipped over his head and reached around to tie the back.

“Allow me.”

Cam jumped as Pete’s voice tickled his ear. Pete looped the strings around Cam’s waist, tying them in front. The heat from his hands seared through Cam’s clothing. The feelings zinging through Cam scared him more than any fieldwork he’d ever done, and he stepped away. He turned to look at Pete, gulping at the intensity he saw in those sapphire eyes. All he wanted was for this man to take him in his arms, to kiss him, to love him. He stepped away before his feelings got even more out of control. Pete was a cop from the city. And when his leg healed, he would go back to where he came from. Cam didn’t do casual hookups, not even with someone as delicious as Pete. He glanced around the kitchen again. Though… maybe…. He stopped that thought before it even took root. No. He wouldn’t go there. He couldn’t.

“So, what has this reprobate been telling you?” Pete frowned as Cam stepped away, then his face turned “cop” again, with no expression other than the one Cam was pretty sure was carefully practiced. He had the nonlook down to an art.

Cam grinned. “That you don’t know how to cook.”

Pete had changed into jeans and a white T-shirt with the name “Minchelli’s” splashed across the front in red and green, but with bare feet. Even with the casual clothes, he looked like he’d just stepped out of the centerfold for GQ. The slightly spicy cologne he wore sped up Cam’s heart rate before he firmly tamped it down.

“That I can’t…!” Pete sputtered. “And he thinks he does? Hah. So, Luc, what delight will you be serving us?”

“I will be serving the gentleman Fettuccini à la Lucas with a light sauce of portabella mushrooms sautéed with fresh garlic, grilled lobster tail, grilled asparagus, and a fresh green salad with my special house dressing. You can have whatever you want.”

Pete grabbed a second apron and tied it around his waist. “You’ll serve that only if I make the fettuccini. You overwork the dough.”

Luc glared at him. “Me? Overwork it? You’re the one with the heavy hands. And you couldn’t make a light sauce if your life depended on it.”

“And you can?”

Cameron stuck two fingers in his mouth and blew a shrill whistle. “Boys! Stop it. Luc, you make the sauce. Pete, you make the pasta. And I will make the salad. Now stop arguing and get to work. I’m starving to death here.”

Luc looked at Pete and grinned. “Sounds a lot like Mama, doesn’t he?”

“Exactly. It’s frightening.” Pete opened a drawer and dug out several scoops of flour. “Guess we’d better get to work.”



~About the Author~

Vicki Reese has been married forever to the one person who accepts that she lives in a fantasy world most of the time. She’s even been seen at the beach building worlds for her stories. In addition to creating suspenseful situations or fantasy worlds, she is very good at boring things like writing procedures manuals and continuity spreadsheets, both of which she actually earned money doing. With a master’s in library science, she likes things organized. Okay, so her family thinks having the spice rack alphabetized is a bit much, but she has no problem finding what she needs when she needs it. And just because her extensive library is catalogued and organized by the Dewey Decimal system doesn’t mean she’s obsessive. Honest!  When not writing, Vicki can be found in the kitchen cooking up gluten free/lactose free/allergy free goodies for her family, or just watching the world go by from her front porch swing.

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