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Con Sampler

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Anne Hagan is off again to the GCLS Con; this year in fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. In honor of 'con month' she's offering this sampler pack of four complete works (three novels and a short story) for a limited time. It's a mixture of her mysteries and her romances or, as Anne likes to say, "Family, Friends, Love Murder and Mayhem."  She hopes you enjoy the books as much as she enjoyed picking them out for this compilation.

Dana's Dilemma: The Morelville Mysteries – Book 3

What happens when Mel runs for Sheriff, an Amish girl runs away from home and Dana runs – er, limps - for cover? Can anything else possibly go wrong for these two ladies of law enforcement? Sure it can and it will!

Can the two sometimes lovers work it all out once and for all and finally have a happy life together or will more crime, murder and mayhem get in the way? 

Broken Women Where do you go when you lose everything? Who do you turn to next when nobody seems to want you for more than a casual fling?

When death unexpectedly takes the love of your life, the best you can do is to try to cope and to hold on to the good memories. When your beloved's family takes everything else you have, hope is all that's left…if you can hang on to that.

You've been smitten more than once. You've even been in love a time or two. The trouble is, your feelings are always only yours. Cupid's arrow always fails to land.

Can two love-weary people, from different worlds, find strength together? Can they find more and even a happily ever after?

Opera House Ops: The Morelville Cozies – Book 2

Sinister goings-on including the discovery of a dead body at a vacant late 1800's era opera house in Morelville have the residents of the village all tied up in knots. When what first appears to be an accident turns out to be murder, a duo of meddling mothers quickly gets enmeshed in a round of crime solving. It doesn't help that, everywhere they turn, a property hungry developer with more money than sense, wants the land the building sits on and he'll seemingly stop at nothing to get it.

Is there really another killer in their midst? Is the same person responsible for all of the strange occurrences? What will it take to make the crimes stop, make a developer go away and to save the historical building for future generations?

Loving Blue in Red States: Salt Lake City Utah

Amanda Allred's getting tired of being in the closet for her dull, boring banking job. She's frustrated with the whole boys' club atmosphere there and the 'good ol' boy' mentality that goes along with it. Salt Lake is thriving culturally and she wants to be a part of it all; openly and freely in the Utah she's always loved. 

Rebecca Musser is finally living the life she once only dared to dream she could when she was stuck in Provo under her father's thumb and the watchful eyes of her mother. The manager of the gay coffee shop who took a chance on her and gave her a job has taken her under his wing. She doesn't have a lot but she has enough, she has friends and she's finally happy. There will be no marriage arranged for her by her father; no thank you! 

When Amanda, a total stranger, steps in and defends Rebecca to her mother one day, the two women feel the instant spark of attraction. Rebecca's interested. So is Amanda. 

Can Amanda step out of her bubble, go against the church and the old boy network, and take a chance on finally finding love?

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Prologue Mel kissed me goodbye softly before she crept out of the house in the pre-dawn hours. She didn’t know I was awake...I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about her going all the way down to the Big Sandy Federal Penitentiary to talk to a lifer on a long shot to get the information she needed to find his own son, Ryan McClarnan, and arrest him for his crimes. I’ve been in supermax prisons before – not a place you want to make a habit of visiting. She’d never been inside any jail but the Muskingum County jail that she operates as the County Sheriff. Supermax penitentiaries are a beast. The first time I’d ever interviewed a convict in one, it was perspective changing. No one else was home. Kris, Mel’s twin sister, had stayed the night with her boyfriend and Kris’s teenagers, Beth and Cole, were staying out at the family farm with their grandparents. I got up and wandered into the family room on my crutches. I flipped channels on the TV for a while but nothing stuck. I’m not much of a TV person anyway and at 4:00 AM on a Saturday, long winded infomercials seemed to rule the airwaves. I turned the box off after a frustrating half hour. I went back into Mel’s den. She’d so graciously turned it into my bedroom while I was recuperating from the shooting incident that messed up my leg and botched up my life for a while on my last assignment. She’d said I could use her laptop and I decided to take her up on it. It was a bit of a trick to maneuver on crutches behind the desk she’d had to move to allow the sofa bed to be pulled out but, once I was back there, I planted myself for a while. I surfed the news sites and read all the articles that caught my fancy. While I sat and read, the room started to brighten. The sun was coming up in the shaded window behind me. I pulled the blind slats apart and gazed outside. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day. As I stretched, I contemplated trying to sleep for just a bit since it was still early, but I was pretty keyed up. Instead, I opted to partake of a nice, warm shower to get the day started off and then to get outside and enjoy the early hours and the beautiful sunshine on the deck. That would be my last pleasant memory of the morning. –––––––– Some time while I was in the shower, Ryan McClarnan and his sidekick Levi ‘Sticks’ Jones started working to gain entry to the house. From the bathroom, I heard them at the kitchen window while I was stepping gingerly out of the shower stall, trying not to put any weight on my injured leg. Trouble had come calling and I was defenseless against it. After nudging the bathroom door mostly closed, as quickly as I could, I pulled on the underpants and the sweats that I’d brought in with me. As dripping wet as I was, I knew there wasn’t time to wrestle with getting a bra on. I’d no sooner looped my arms through my sweatshirt than the two men were in the den, opening the bathroom door and confronting me. McClarnan, still high or drunk or both after a night of partying and carousing, reeked of filth, sweat and alcohol. ‘Sticks’ Jones wasn’t in much better shape. Jones reached out and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. My bad leg collapsed, and I tumbled to the floor and out of his grip. The last thing I remember, before waking up in this God forsaken hospital again, was McClarnan’s foot coming at my face.

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