• Hunting For Poison


    Desert heat shimmers off the Las Vegas sidewalks, and private inestigator Lainey Hunter has an appointment with casino entrepreneur Thomas King. Problem is, King's dead in her office, his pants around his ankles, and her prother Frank has disappeared along with King's fifty grand.

    Things look bad for Lainey. To prove her own innocence, she
    must find Frank, the money, and King's killer. Only now
    a vindictive detective and a bounty hunter are looking
    for revenge. And her past is haunting her.

    Can Lainey save herself or will her drinking undo her?



    Find out what happens next!
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  • 'How about this one?' Nathan asks, squinting at the fine print on the back of the box. 'It says results are ninety-nine percent accurate.' He shakes the box, frowns and reaches for another. The store's air conditioner grunts and strains against the unusual October heat wave. My hands are greasy with sweat.
      'If we make it to eighty, she'll be forty,' I say.
      'We'll be grandparents by then,' he says.
      'I'm going to get fat.' I tug at my halter-top.
      'Then I'll get fat with you.'
      'What if she won't come out?'
      'Lainey, I'm going to be right there for all of it. And if our son chooses not to come out, then we'll just have to talk him into the world.' He bends down, whiskers tickling my bare stomach. 'Nathan Junior, you're not to cause your mother any trouble.' read more
      'It's only been three weeks. What if...?'

  • Mary Elaine Shirley

    11 November 1964 - 30 January 2009

    Elaine was born in Arcola, Saskatchewan and grew up on the family farm north of Carlyle before moving to Ontario to pursue a successful career in the travel industry. Her passions were her cats, Simon and Tiber, and writing.

    She wrote several murder mystery plays and in 2006 formed Redrum Players, a dinner entertainment production company. Hunting for Poison was to be the first in a series of murder mystery novels featuring private investigator Lainey Hunter.

    Elaine passed away due to complications stemming from kidney disease in 2009.

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  •   He stands and places a finger on my lips. 'Then maybe we should try for real.'
      Nathan hums. I picture him holding a baby. Our baby. He plucks another box from the shelf.
      We walk to the front of the store. My fingers trace the Browning tucked under his shirt in the small of his back. His secondary weapon. My own rests against my ankle, hidden under my jeans. Even off duty Nathan insists we be armed. Lots of things will change with the baby.
      I leave him close to the counter and walk over to the coolers. The store's selection is poor, but I find a semi-decent chardonnay. I hold it up, so Nathan can see. He's studying a package of diapers. Setting the wine back, I exchange it for a sparkling water.
      The front door chimes. A kid strides over to the register, his raincoat swings out behind him. The counter attendant glances up then returns to his paper. The kid looks back over his shoulder and fixes Nathan and me with a glassy-eyed stare. Nathan makes eye contact with me. I nod and slip into the next aisle. Nathan's hands are at his back. He winks, trying to tell me it's probably nothing. Sweat trickles down the kid's face. I know the coat is not nothing.
      The kid leaps the counter. A flash of metal, the barrel of a shotgun under the clerk's jaw.
      Nathan draws the Browning. 'Las Vegas police. Drop the gun.'
      The kid's eyes roll. He pushes the gun until the clerk rises on tiptoe. I reach for my ankle. Pull the Glock. The steel slides through my moist hand. Metal clatters. The kid shifts focus. The chip rack beside me explodes. Nathan fires, his shot wide to avoid the clerk. I reclaim my gun. The kid turns. Another shotgun blast. A spray of blood and flesh. Someone screams.
      I fire until the chamber clicks empty. I can't see the kid anymore.
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