Blog Tour Book Review & Excerpt: The Seduction of Miriam Cross by WA Tyson

the seduction of miriam cross buttonCan Delilah Percy Powers figure out who killed Miriam Cross before she becomes the killer’s next target?

 Miriam Cross, author, feminist and philanthropist, disappears from her Philadelphia home. A year later, a lonely recluse named Emily Cray is brutally murdered in her bed in a small Pennsylvania town. Miriam and Emily are one and the same. As Delilah and her staff of female detectives – a militant homemaker, an ex-headmistress and a former stripper – delve into Miriam’s life, they become submerged in an underworld of unfathomable cruelty and greed with implications that go far beyond the gruesome death of one woman or the boundaries of one country. Eventually Miriam’s fight for justice becomes Delilah’s own…until Delilah’s obsession with finding the truth may prove just as deadly.

the seduction of miriam crossWelcome to my stop on the blog tour for The Seduction of Miriam Cross! Thank you to WA Tyson and CLP Blog Tours for giving me the opportunity to read and review this book!

The Seduction of Miriam Cross was a superb read! The best way I can describe it is as a thriller/murder mystery novel. This book reminded me of why I have fun reading murder mystery novels.

I was immediately sucked into the story when I began reading this book. It was really late at night and I was having trouble sleeping when I decided to start it and I can truly attest to it deserving the “thriller” genre categorization. I was immediately spooked when I read the Prologue which was awesome, and it really didn’t stop there.

Reading this book was really interesting and I think that detective type books are always really fun because the main character is putting all these pieces of a puzzle together and taking us along for a really great ride. Plus, in the case of The Seduction of Miriam Cross, it is so easy to fall in love with the characters that make up Delilah’s PI team. I thought it was really great the way the author presented the story from all different perspectives of each member of the PI group and gave us different pieces of the puzzle and all these twists and turns that made up as I said earlier, a really great ride!

I also really liked the subjects that this book deals with which are subjects that we may not really think about during our daily lives but which occur right here in not only our country but in our hometowns. It deals with subjects like human trafficking, indentured servitude and political corruption. Great things to think about and be aware of and they were just one of the many layers to this story!

What I find in a lot of novels of this sort is that I like the main characters but I don’t love them. This was not true in the case of Delilah Percy Powers, I absolutely loved her as a character. I love that she was sort of thrust outside of her comfort zone as an investigator…really all of her team was and it was interesting to see them work through it all both as a team and individually. This story was complicated, it had a lot of different aspects to it and their investigation just kept getting more complicated and there were multiple layers that Delilah and her team had to just peel away slowly and carefully but in the nick of time. This was SUCH a good book, well deserving of a five star review!!

If you’re looking for a fun, thrilling read The Seduction of Miriam Cross is your book! And as a teaser, here is an excerpt of the book for your reading pleasure, information about the author so you can check her out and keep in touch, as well as links to places you can purchase The Seduction of Miriam Cross because it will be well worth the read!

ONE

“Delilah Percy Powers, never in a million years did I think I’d find you doing something like this.  Your momma was right!  You have lost your mind.”

“My mother has a narrow view of sanity, Katrina.”

Delilah sank back in her office chair, amusement and irritation battling it out.  She’d agreed to see her old school mate only because the woman had driven hours for a consultation.  For what purpose, Delilah still wasn’t sure.  Getting information out of Katrina Straub–now Katrina Rice–was like prying a bone from a rabid dog.

“Well, never mind that, you haven’t changed a bit.”  Katrina laughed, a gesture that did nothing to soften the horsy look of her face.  “Your momma is worried about you, you know.  After everything . . . .”  Katrina shook her head.  “Back home, we understand your need to get away.  But here?  Never expected to find you running to a place like Philadelphia.”

“This is Jenkintown, not Philadelphia.  And I’m not running away from anything.”

Katrina looked pointedly around the office.  “Well, sweetie, it doesn’t look like you’re running to something, either.”

Delilah refused to bite.  As she recalled, Katrina had been mean-spirited in high school.  Seems some things never change.  Delilah took her time straightening the papers on her desk, careful to keep her face neutral.  No good would come of saying more, even if the words were burning a hole in Delilah’s mouth.  As satisfying as it would be, Katrina would scurry back to their hometown, full of half-truths and syrupy anger.  And then Delilah’s mother really would have her Spanx in a twist.

Delilah said finally, “What do you want Katrina?”

Katrina sniffed.  “That’s all I get after almost twenty years?  Down to business already?”

“Most potential clients are in a hurry to discover some truth or another.”  Delilah folded her hands on the desk, strained patience losing out to frustration.  “But maybe you’re the exception.”

Katrina pursed her lips, clearly deciding whether or not to be offended.  She held out a magenta-manicured hand in supplication.  “It’s Hank.  I think he’s desirous of other women and I mean to prove it.  Your momma told me about what you do, and I thought, well . . . I thought maybe you could do something to help me out.  I’ll pay, of course.”

Delilah thought about this.  She remembered Hank Rice as a tall, balding, dour-faced young man.  While he didn’t seem to be much of a catch, he also didn’t seem like the cheating type.  But Delilah knew that a pickle could be a cucumber and vice versa; you had to be close enough to smell the difference.

“Do you need him followed?”

“Not exactly.”

“Pictures?”

“Kind of.”  Katrina looked away.  Delilah and Katrina were the same age, but Delilah could see the thinker’s crease etched between Katrina’s thirty-five-year-old eyes.  She didn’t look like a woman who feared her love was betraying her.  Delilah smelled a scheme.

“I can’t help you, Kat, unless you tell me what you need.”

“Your momma said you’re a private investigator.”

“That’s right.”

“You have women who . . . who can nab men?”

“I hire professional detectives.”

Katrina stood up.  She walked to a bookshelf in Delilah’s office and scanned the photos that lined the top.  She picked up a picture of a young man standing in front of a rocky cliff.  His smile was generous, his eyes focused on something just beyond the camera.  An involuntary shudder coursed through Delilah.  She held Katrina’s stare.

“Have you ever fallen in love again, Lila?”

“No.”

“You were lucky with him, you know.  Had things turned out differently”–Katrina flashed an apologetic smile–“he’d probably be a bastard like the rest of them.”

“That’s enough, Kat.  Whatever your problems, don’t involve Michael.”

Delilah’s voice was quiet, but Katrina must have heard the underlying steely threat because she put the picture down and turned back to face the desk, suddenly all business.  She sat down.

“I want one of your sexiest women to come on to Hank in a bar.  I can give you the name of the place where he hangs out, I can tell you the type of women who excite him, I can give you any information that will make it more likely that he’ll bite.  And then I want pictures.”

“You want one of my investigators to sleep with him?”

“Whatever it takes to get incriminating photos.”  Katrina took a deep breath and continued.  “I can’t be married to him anymore, Lila.  I’m miserable.  I dread every day waking up next to that man.  But we have a pre-nup and the only way out is if he’s cheating.  You understand.  It’s for the kids.”

“Does he hurt you?”

“No, of course not.”

“The kids?”

“Never.”

“You suspect him of having an affair?”

“Not exactly.”

“Homosexual trysts?”

Katrina laughed.  “Why would you even ask that?”

“So you want me to set up what amounts to a sting operation?”

Katrina nodded.

“For money?”

Katrina smiled.  “What other reason is there?”

Delilah said, “No.” Katrina let out a strained laugh.  “You’re refusing?”

“Yep.”

“If you don’t want your girls getting sexual, hire a prostitute.  I’ll pay.  There are women out there who can be bought, I assure you.”

“But I’m not one of them.”  Delilah stood and pushed her chair back from her desk.  It was after six o’clock and her stomach was rumbling.  She had another two hours of muggy daylight to get the horses settled down and she still had her other chores to do.  She wanted Katrina and all she represented out of her office–and out of her life.

“I offended you.  I’m sorry,” Katrina said.  She stayed seated on the chair and looked up at Delilah with beseeching eyes, fluttering unnaturally long lashes.  “I couldn’t go to someone near home for fear that Hank would find out.  I knew I could trust you to be discrete, being school friends and all-”

“Look Katrina, I’m sure you have reasons for wanting out of your marriage, but at Percy Powers, we don’t set men up to fail.  Lord knows, they do that often enough on their own.  Hank may be an honest man.  I won’t have a hand at turning him.”

“I drove almost four hours to get here.”

Delilah opened the office door.  “Then you should have called first.”

~

“What was that about?”  Margot asked in her typical matter-of-fact way, but Delilah heard the undertone of concern.

“Just an old acquaintance.”

“Didn’t sound too friendly.”

“Business.”

“Or turning away business?”

“Let’s just say it wasn’t a case for us.”

Margot nodded, clearly not satisfied.  The older woman reached under the receptionist’s desk and pulled out her purse.  She slipped on a pair of driving glasses.  With her shapeless brown skirt, dowdy cream sweater–even now, in early June–and wedge-sole shoes, Margot looked every bit her seventy-two years.  But Delilah knew what a spitfire Margot McDentry could be.  She only worked for Percy Powers part-time, mostly doing administrative work and research, but she was smart and could operate under the radar.  Two attributes that came in handy at a detective agency.

“A few more applications came in,” Margot said, peering at Delilah over the top of her glasses.  “I put their resumes on your desk.”

“Thanks.”

“Some have solid backgrounds.”

“Great.”

“Try to hide your excitement, Delilah.”

Delilah gave her a weary smile, Katrina’s caustic reference to Michael still on her mind.  Fourteen years had done nothing to dull the ache.  Or the anger.

“You’re turning away cases because we‘re understaffed, yet you’ve been looking for someone for nearly three months.”  Margot shook her head.  “You’re stalling.”

Delilah sighed.  “We’re a well-oiled machine.  If anyone should understand that, it’s you.  Barb, you, Natasha . . . If we introduce a new person, it’ll upset the mix.”

“I left the convent for a reason, summed up in one word: control.  But clergy aren’t the only ones cornering that market.  Perhaps it’s time you stop holding so tight to everything and let the world in.”

Exasperated, Delilah turned away.  While Margot, an ex-nun and former headmistress, was not shy with her opinions, it was rare that she voiced them in business matters.  Yes, Delilah had been turning away business, real business, not like Katrina’s offer, for months now.  But introduce someone new and the chemistry she valued would disappear.

Delilah glanced in the mirror behind the desk.  The woman staring back at her looked tired and worn, her red hair more tarnished penny than fresh copper, her skin pale, circles like bruises under her eyes.  She was tired.  It had been a long day and tomorrow would bring with it new crises.

“Margot,” she said finally.  “I appreciate your concern.  When the right person comes along, we’ll hire her.”

“Or him?”

Delilah sighed.  “Or him.”

Margot gave Delilah an appraising stare.  She straightened her skirt, tossed Delilah a curt nod and marched toward the door, stopping short of the threshold.  “In life, Delilah, there is no bigger thief than fear.”  With that, she left.

Delilah walked back to her office, mulling over Margot’s words.  It had taken eight years to build this business into what it was today: one of many private investigative firms near Philadelphia but one of the few places women could go to find justice.  Was Margot right–was she afraid to relinquish control?  No.  If she was turning away paying cases, it was because she had to, plain and simple.  If she expanded too much, she’d lose what she’d set out to do in the first place.  The personal touches, the tough but caring atmosphere, would be gone.

Why am I spending time thinking about this nonsense?  But Delilah knew why.  Margot had uncanny intuition.  And between Margot’s comments and Katrina’s visit–specifically, the mention of Michael and her mother and, like entwined vines, all the suffocating pain they represented–Delilah felt rattled.

Delilah locked away the few files still on her desk.  She glanced around at her cramped office.  One large mahogany desk, a yard sale find, and two upholstered arm chairs filled most of the space.  A bank of filing cabinets lined one wall, rows of neatly sorted book shelves the other.  Matted and framed photographs of her father’s ranch in Wyoming were scattered about, roots in a crazy world.

The entire room measured 90 square feet.  Katrina had been right about one thing–the office was nothing to look at.  Her employees shared one large office and, other than the two rooms and reception, there was just a tiny kitchenette and an even tinier bathroom.  But this place felt like home.

Damn it, Lila, you’re getting sentimental.  Cut it the hell out.

      Delilah turned off the lights to her office and walked through reception.  On impulse, she went back to her desk and grabbed the stack of resumes.  She’d give them a quick glance.  At least then she could tell Margot she’d considered everyone.

And that the answer was still no.

~

It was well after nine when Delilah closed her front door, finally in for the evening.  Night had fallen fast and hard on her little farm, and Delilah, exhausted, wanted nothing more than dinner and a hot bath.  She’d driven up the gravel driveway that led to the two-hundred-year-old house in Ivyland nearly two hours ago.  After running inside to throw on jeans, sneakers and a tank top, she’d headed back outside to feed the animals.

Delilah rode the horses, brushed each horse down and picked the mud out from their shoes.  Chores finished, she leaned back against the small barn and inhaled the clean scent of fresh hay.  If only everything in life were so simple.  Millie, her rescue horse, an old brood mare, nuzzled Delilah’s hand with her soft muzzle, searching for the carrot that Delilah offered at the end of each day.  Delilah fished the vegetable out of her back pocket and watched the mare devour it.  Millie had lived on the ranch for over a year, but it was just recently that the haunting had left her eyes.

Millie’s treat got Spur worked up and he whinnied, poking at Delilah’s stomach with his nose.  She stroked the white star on his head.  “I have one for you, too, old boy.”  Spur had been her childhood horse and the first thing she came back for when she moved north.  He was an old man now, nearly thirty, but he had the spirit–and manners–of a young stud.

“What would I do without you two?” she asked aloud.  The horses, chewing contentedly in their stalls, simply stared at her with a mixture of innocence and old-soul wisdom.  Delilah locked the barn gate behind her and walked briskly back to her house.  She heard a meow and turned to see Mittens, the stray that had adopted the horses, following her.  “You, too, huh?”

Two dogs greeted Delilah at the front door.  She smiled at their noisy hellos and went inside.  She scooped a bowl of cat food from inside a pantry and placed it outside, next to a bowl of water.  She gave the skittish cat a quick stroke, then closed and locked the front door.  The dogs,  Sampson, a small Terrier mix and Goliath, a Great Dane, sat next to each other in the kitchen, waiting expectantly for their own food.  Delilah fed the dogs and then poured herself a tall glass of Pinot Grigio.  In her bedroom, she traded her jeans and tank for pale green cotton pajamas.  Back in the kitchen, she put together a ham and cheese sandwich.  She sank into the sofa, sandwich in one hand, remote in the other.  The time on her BluRay read 9:33.

Her cell phone rang.  Work.  Reluctantly, Delilah stood back up, the muscles in her legs and back complaining loudly, and picked up her phone, half expecting it to be Katrina.  Not a number she recognized.

“Delilah Percy Powers.”

There was a moment of silence.  Delilah was about to hang up when finally a soft voice said, “Delilah?  Lucinda Mills.  Do you remember me?”

Indeed, Delilah did remember Lucinda, a quiet, unassuming woman with extensive burn scars on her arms and neck.  Lucinda had been one of Delilah’s first pro bono cases.  Lucinda’s ex-husband Butch had been the worst kind of abuser: an abuser with power.  A cop.  Terrified that if she asked for a divorce, Butch would get the kids, Lucinda had put up with the beatings for years.  Desperate, she showed up on the firm’s doorstep convinced that she needed proof of the abuse to get her divorce and keep custody of her boys.

At first, Delilah had said no.  How could she sit idly by while a client was beaten?  But Lucinda had insisted that they could intervene after they got photos.  She just needed proof.  They got proof alright–proof that Butch beat his wife and harassed the homeless, runaways and prostitutes he encountered on the streets.  When all was said and done, Delilah and Barb had the pleasure of giving Butch a tiny taste of the hell he’d spread like cholera in a developing nation.

It’d been a troubling case, but in the end, Lucinda got her divorce and full custody of the kids.  Butch Mills was fired from the Philadelphia police force.

That was three years ago.  Delilah hoped that Butch was not back in Lucinda’s life.  While she liked to believe that her clients were able to move on and create new lives, she was pragmatic enough to know that abusive relationships, like all relationships, were complicated.  Some women could not resist the call.

As though reading her mind, Lucinda said, “It’s not Butch, Delilah.  Haven’t seen him since the divorce.”  Lucinda paused.  “But I can’t talk about this over the phone.”

“Why?”

“I just . . . can’t.”

“Are you in danger?”

“I . . . I don’t think so.  I don’t know.  Listen, Delilah, I can make this job worth your while, but I need to talk to you, explain everything.  Can you meet me?  Please?”

Delilah looked at Sampson and Goliath lying on the cool stones of the hearth by a dormant fireplace.  Content.  Happy.  A knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach.  Lucinda sounded nervous, and the fact that she couldn’t explain the job over the phone made Delilah nervous.  Either Delilah was stepping into a hot pile of manure or she was dealing with a paranoid and unstable woman.  Neither option seemed attractive.

Still, Delilah was not one to turn away someone in need.  She could at least get the facts before making a decision.

“Where do you want to meet?” Delilah said finally.

“Center City.  I’ll email you the location.”

“Fine. Nine a.m. sharp.”  Even as she clicked off her phone, Delilah wondered what she was getting herself into.

Author Bio:wa tyson
Wendy Tyson’s background in law and psychology has provided inspiration for her mysteries and thrillers.  The Seduction of Miriam Cross, published by E-Lit Books in November 2013, is the first novel in the Delilah Percy Powers mystery series.  She has also authored Killer Image, published by Henery Press, the first in the Allison Campbell mystery series.  Her second Allison Campbell mystery is due out this summer.  Find Wendy at www.WATyson.com.

Find her at:  www.WATyson.com and on twitter (www.twitter.com/wendytyson) and Facebook (www.facebook.com/wendytysonauthor).

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3 thoughts on “Blog Tour Book Review & Excerpt: The Seduction of Miriam Cross by WA Tyson

  1. Hopping over from the What’s In a Name Challenge.

    I also like a mystery novel where I can really relate to the narrator instead of being detached.

    I’m glad that human trafficking is getting more coverage these days. I haven’t read it yet, but apparently Jimmy Carter’s book deals with the issue.

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