Sir Kay and the Flamingo of Death

Coming next week, the latest in the Sir Kay Paranormal Mystery Series! Be sure to read the original Sir Kay first to catch up!

Poltergeists, vandalism, banishings,… deadly flamingos? Where will it end?

Kay St. Vincent is once again embroiled in murder and ghosts, but this time Kay has the help of her coworkers and friends. It’s a good thing, because she will need it.

Can Kay and Bozeman Police Detective Carter Stinson find the real murderer before his sister is sent to jail for stabbing her neighbor with her own lawn art?

Perhaps with the help of Kay’s ghostly father and some new spooks, they can get to the bottom of things—if the ghosts don’t break down Kay with their antics first.

Sir Kay

Sir Kay *should* go live next Tuesday, April 23rd. (Fingers crossed! Dealing with the various platforms can be tricky.) But, what if you aren’t sure you want to buy? After all, it’s the first book in a series. A Paranormal Cozy Mystery? What the heck even is that? Maybe a sample would help? I got your back, here is the complete first chapter of Sir Kay.

The steady drumming of the rain on the tin gutters woke Kay from a restless sleep. She was glad to wrestle her way out of the nightmares, but she lay in bed, reluctant to crawl from the warm cocoon of flannel sheets and cozy quilt. The need to pee finally drove her out.
On her way back to the bedroom, she stood and stared out the bathroom window. Leaden skies hung over a soggy landscape. After two straight weeks of rain, standing puddles dotted her small backyard. She knew the front yard would be even more flooded from the backed-up storm drain down the street. She made a mental note to call the city once again, for all the good it would do her. Maybe she could get Jack and some of the other neighbors to call. She would set up a clearing spell as well. She’d have to think on exactly what she wanted to accomplish. Action from the city? For nature to solve it? Hmmm. She’d decide over breakfast.
As she slogged downstairs to make her coffee, she contemplated her upcoming day. Nothing. A blank slate. Well, now that she had the storm drain spell to consider, that wasn’t quite true anymore. While the coffee began emitting its heavenly scent, Kay stepped out the front door to retrieve her sodden newspaper. For some reason, the paper lady could only deliver it with the plastic sleeve open side up so as to best funnel the elements down onto the paper. With a sigh, she poured the water out onto the porch. Once inside, she spread the damp outer sections across her dining room chair backs to dry and be read later.
The inner classified section was the one that interested her most. She took it and her creamed and sugared coffee and settled at the bar, kicking her slippered feet lazily against the chair rail, perusing the ads for gainful employment.
It had already been two months since Kay had finished her last temp job. Her friend Anna’s husband Denny had paid her to transfer all of his company’s old records into their new computer system. It had been boring, tedious work, but Anna had enjoyed it. At six months, it was the type of well paying, long term job she preferred to take. Unfortunately, most jobs like that came from word of mouth and she couldn’t count on staying busy year-round. She needed something more permanent.
Her father’s death four years earlier had left her comfortable financially. She had a healthy savings account, and she’d been able to make a substantial down payment on a cute three bedroom house in the older section of town. She liked this side of Bozeman because of all the trees.
She had given herself a deadline. It was September 13th and if she didn’t have a paying job by September 21st then she was going to make herself go get a job at Walmart as a cashier. Even if she didn’t want a job working in a corporation as a number, working at a job like an automaton, putting in her eight hours, punching the clock.
Kay mused, as she had a hundred times before, that she could always get a job as a waitress, but she didn’t want that either. She’d waitressed in college. But, as she had a hundred times before, she discarded the idea. She wasn’t 22 anymore, she was 31. She’d hated coming home night after night smelling chicken fried. The scent clung to her clothing, skin and hair. Her face stayed broken out from all the grease. No, Walmart first, she decided.
She had gone down and signed up at a couple of the temp agencies in town, but they had all wanted her to put her name on the list for temp-to-hire jobs and those kinds of office positions weren’t what she was interested in. She just wasn’t a 9-5 girl. Working in the same office getting caught up in the office politics and the hard feelings and insanity of the same job year-round, day in-day out. She just didn’t know if she was up to that. She could do short term assignments, but not lifetime commitments. She liked finishing a project and then being able to move on. She wasn’t an inbox kind of gal, where she came in and had to complete a number of tasks that showed up in her inbox daily. And then tomorrow those same tasks all showed up again. Inbox, outbox, punch the time clock. She preferred the flexibility of having a project and working toward its eventual end.
She mused about having the sort of job where she made a difference, instead of pushing paperwork. Nursing. Now there was a profession where people made a difference. But Kay knew she didn’t want to go back to school. And as she thought about it, she’d never really felt all that comfortable around sick people. Besides, her empathetic abilities made it difficult to work in the health care field. But, she thought, it still would be nice to make a difference in her chosen profession. She kept scanning the ads. She contemplated putting together a spell or a prayer that brought something to her. She frowned. She could ask the ancestors for help, but that way lie difficulties. What they considered suitable was sometimes iffy.
She wasn’t sure what it was she was looking for exactly, but she hoped she found it before her savings gave out. At any rate, looking in the paper each day had sort of become a daily routine.
Suddenly, there it was. Wanted: One Knight of the Round Table. Mystic Quests provided, please bring own armor and steed. Wizard provided. Will negotiate pay.
Brilliant! This was the position she had been holding out for, she just knew it. She glanced at the clock on the microwave. Quarter to nine. Should be there. She dialed the number listed.
After taking her name and number, a woman with a slight Southern drawl asked Kay to come in at two tomorrow. Kay hung up smiling. She knew this was it.

Ghost Stories with Tara Brume

My new series, which starts with the book Sir Kay, are Paranormal Cozy Mysteries, and I’ve been asked, what does that mean? What on Earth is a Paranormal Cozy Mystery? Agatha Christie was the Queen of Cozy Mysteries. She basically invented the genre.

Any good Cozy will have a handful of elements: a strong “detective” lead, often they will have no formal detective or police training but will instead be invested in the outcome of the mystery in some way; a central mystery, it might be as simple as who is stealing, cheating or lying, but most often involves murder; and the solution can be something that the reader can follow along and discover if they can pay attention to the dropped clues and ignore the red herrings along the way.

What makes the Sir Kay Cozy Mysteries Paranormal? Kay St. Vincent can see the dead. Not in a horror kind of way, but in an “I see dead people!” kind of way. She sees the ghosts of the departed on this plane where others can’t. Most especially, she is constantly visited by her dead father, Dennis, who loves to startle her by popping in unannounced in her day to day life. There are mysteries about Dennis and the dead Kay sees that will be revealed as the series commences. So Kay is left to figure out whodunnit, help the dead and to hold down a challenging new day job.

In one of the posts on my Facebook page, I reference Jack. Jack is Kay’s neighbor. Her hot, single neighbor. Wait, does this mean these are romance books like Tessa Bonny’s Battle Ridge series? Not exactly. Is Jack a romantic interest for Kay? Yes, but…. The books won’t revolve around their, will they – won’t they, relationship. Instead it will only be a part of the background story of the series. After all, if Kay is off being romanced by Jack, who will figure out whodunnit?

Look for Sir Kay to hit all your favorite retailers April 23rd (that’s tentative! I’ll confirm later in the month) and in the meantime, follow me at Tara Brume, Author on Facebook for snippets and teases of the action to come.

Sir Kay

Hi! I’m happy to be added to Turas Publishing! My name is Tara Brume and I write thrillers and mysteries. I have a new cozy mystery series I will be debuting in a few months. The Sir Kay series will follow the adventures of Kay St. Vincent as she works at being a modern Knight of the Round Table. There are laughs and tears along the way as well as maybe a little romance. If you are a fan of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series, you will love Sir Kay. Thanks for welcoming me here at Turas Publishing!