Rita Moreau's Blog
December 11, 2021
Author's Husband
With a heavy heart i write that my dear husband, the love of my life passed December 4th. I was blessed with 47 years with the love of my life and he kept his promise that my life would be interesting. He was my biggest fan and loved to tell folks that he was the author's husband. He made me promise in his last days that I would continue writing and I will. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer the beginning of October and for the most part he was comfortable and pain free thanks to the amazing care of Seasons hospice and his primary. Merciful it was a short illness for a very aggressive cancer. I will be writing and Murder in the Rockies will be out next year with a new character - Ted - my husband's nickname. He will be a ghost and Irma's new pal. His spirit in many ways will live on. Rita
November 15, 2021
Kindle Unlimited November 29th
Hello and welcome to my blog. I hope you have enjoyed reading Wheeler-Dealer and Murder on Honky-Tonk Row and are looking forward to Murder in the Badlands which releases December 1.
Wheeler-Dealer and Murder on Honky-Tonk Row are available for 99 cents November 29th. Mark your calendars. Just in time for the launch of book three - Murder in the Badlands.
Happy Thanksgiving to all - enjoy the pumpkin pie and keep reading
Wheeler-Dealer and Murder on Honky-Tonk Row are available for 99 cents November 29th. Mark your calendars. Just in time for the launch of book three - Murder in the Badlands.
Happy Thanksgiving to all - enjoy the pumpkin pie and keep reading
August 22, 2021
Free ebook
Check out my website at www.ritamoreau.com and if you sign up for my newsletter you will receive a free eBook. The Russian & Aunt Sophia and be notified of future goodies. Don't worry I'm busy writing so you won't get a lot of emails. Keep reading. Rita
July 3, 2021
Excerpt Murder on Honky-Tonk Row
“Irma, what are you doing?” I said to a head full of blonde hair. I took a quick glance around and saw that the crowd was busy drinking and dancing. No one was glancing my way, watching me talk to an empty chair.
“What does it look like? I’m coming along to see the sights and sounds of Music City. But right now, I’m looking at a ghost.”
“What do you mean you’re looking at a ghost? You are a ghost.”
“Can you see her?” The blonde wig nodded at the stage.
“See who?”
“A young girl dressed like a hippie. She’s standing next to the band.”
I looked at the stage and then looked back at Irma, “No, I can’t see her.”
Seeing dead people is nothing new. I saw them when I was a kid, mostly relatives, and my favorite dog. My Aunt Sadie told me she saw them. I guess it runs in my family. They disappeared as I got older. So far, I can see Irma and a Native American friend of hers, Chief Little Bear. He’s the silent type and has anger issues. I can’t really blame him.
“How about him?” Irma pointed over at the crowded bar. “Can you see him?”
“See who?”
Irma speaks in specter code.
“A young man sitting at the end of the bar near the stage. He’s watching her intently. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I watched Irma zip over to the bar and sit down on a barstool. She looked like she was talking to someone. The band finished, and I could see Lili and Bob coming back. Peggy and Josh stood near Joe at the bar. Her way to signal they were ready to leave. Lili sat down next to me. Bob excused himself to go up to the bar to grab drinks. “Last call,” he said jokingly.
“Is your friend here?”
Lili could always tell when Irma was nearby. She says I get this discombobulated look on my face.
“Yes, she’s sitting at the bar talking to someone.”
“Is that so?” Lili said.
I watched Lili squint her eyes. Lili grew up in New Orleans, a city steeped in the supernatural. Lately, if she squints, she can make out Irma.
“So, there’s someone here who could see her?”
“Irma said there are two other ghosts here. A young girl on stage and a young man sitting at the end of the bar watching her.”
Lili looked from the stage over to the bar and then back to me.
“Can you see them?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Interesting,” Lili said. “I wonder what this is all about.”
“I don’t know, Lili, but I have a bad feeling I’m not going to like it.”
“What does it look like? I’m coming along to see the sights and sounds of Music City. But right now, I’m looking at a ghost.”
“What do you mean you’re looking at a ghost? You are a ghost.”
“Can you see her?” The blonde wig nodded at the stage.
“See who?”
“A young girl dressed like a hippie. She’s standing next to the band.”
I looked at the stage and then looked back at Irma, “No, I can’t see her.”
Seeing dead people is nothing new. I saw them when I was a kid, mostly relatives, and my favorite dog. My Aunt Sadie told me she saw them. I guess it runs in my family. They disappeared as I got older. So far, I can see Irma and a Native American friend of hers, Chief Little Bear. He’s the silent type and has anger issues. I can’t really blame him.
“How about him?” Irma pointed over at the crowded bar. “Can you see him?”
“See who?”
Irma speaks in specter code.
“A young man sitting at the end of the bar near the stage. He’s watching her intently. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
I watched Irma zip over to the bar and sit down on a barstool. She looked like she was talking to someone. The band finished, and I could see Lili and Bob coming back. Peggy and Josh stood near Joe at the bar. Her way to signal they were ready to leave. Lili sat down next to me. Bob excused himself to go up to the bar to grab drinks. “Last call,” he said jokingly.
“Is your friend here?”
Lili could always tell when Irma was nearby. She says I get this discombobulated look on my face.
“Yes, she’s sitting at the bar talking to someone.”
“Is that so?” Lili said.
I watched Lili squint her eyes. Lili grew up in New Orleans, a city steeped in the supernatural. Lately, if she squints, she can make out Irma.
“So, there’s someone here who could see her?”
“Irma said there are two other ghosts here. A young girl on stage and a young man sitting at the end of the bar watching her.”
Lili looked from the stage over to the bar and then back to me.
“Can you see them?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Interesting,” Lili said. “I wonder what this is all about.”
“I don’t know, Lili, but I have a bad feeling I’m not going to like it.”
April 25, 2021
Murder in the Badlands
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Working on Murder in the Badlands - book 3 of the Ghost & Camper Kooky Mystery series today.
Ever wonder about the secret room located in a secret part of Mount Rushmore. Take a peek and learn more when Mabel & Irma go sleuthing in the Badlands. Coming later this year or early 2022. Cover reveal soon. I'm writing as fast as I can!
Working on Murder in the Badlands - book 3 of the Ghost & Camper Kooky Mystery series today.
Ever wonder about the secret room located in a secret part of Mount Rushmore. Take a peek and learn more when Mabel & Irma go sleuthing in the Badlands. Coming later this year or early 2022. Cover reveal soon. I'm writing as fast as I can!
April 9, 2021
Thank you Readers and Friends
Thank you for all your support in launching Wheeler-Dealer - first in my new Ghost & Camper series. As a indie author I do all the heavy lifting and can use all the help I can get. Looking ahead I will be running a giveaway for Murder on Honky-Tonk Row which will launch August 1st. Now back to writing #3 Murder in the Badlands. Hope to have a cover reveal before long. More fun with Mabel and Irma - sleuthing and camping all across the beautiful USA. I'll be posting updates. take care - stay safe and keep reading and dancing.
Rita
Rita
April 8, 2021
Wheeler-Dealer Excerpt
Savannah, GA
My name is Mabel Gold, and over the last couple of years, my life took an unexpected detour. What was to be the golden years, you know—playing with grandchildren and lots of baking—turned into the Are You Kidding Me years when my husband Jack lost his mind and traded me in for Tiffanie.
She’s about the same age as my youngest daughter, Bianca, but with bigger boobs—store bought. I’ve been trying to get my life back, driving a pickup and towing a vintage camper around this beautiful country. My five kids think I’ve lost it and maybe I have because I have company. A specter, a ghost, a spirit—whatever you want to call her.
Her name is Irma, and I can see her as plain as day. Neither of us knows why. We’re still trying to figure that out. She’s as stubborn and hard-nosed as me. It’s a wonder we can even talk to each other since we both never learned to bite our tongues.
Irma is stuck in purgatory. You know, where you go to make up for past deeds when you were among the living. She checks in with Saint Peter from time to time at the Pearly Gates. She says it reminds her of checking in with her parole officer. So far, he has sent her packing each time. Back down the Rainbow Bridge she goes until she serves her time, and Saint Peter hands her the get out of jail card—but I digress. This is how it all began. Buckle up—you’re going for a ride, and I hope you like camping.
My name is Mabel Gold, and over the last couple of years, my life took an unexpected detour. What was to be the golden years, you know—playing with grandchildren and lots of baking—turned into the Are You Kidding Me years when my husband Jack lost his mind and traded me in for Tiffanie.
She’s about the same age as my youngest daughter, Bianca, but with bigger boobs—store bought. I’ve been trying to get my life back, driving a pickup and towing a vintage camper around this beautiful country. My five kids think I’ve lost it and maybe I have because I have company. A specter, a ghost, a spirit—whatever you want to call her.
Her name is Irma, and I can see her as plain as day. Neither of us knows why. We’re still trying to figure that out. She’s as stubborn and hard-nosed as me. It’s a wonder we can even talk to each other since we both never learned to bite our tongues.
Irma is stuck in purgatory. You know, where you go to make up for past deeds when you were among the living. She checks in with Saint Peter from time to time at the Pearly Gates. She says it reminds her of checking in with her parole officer. So far, he has sent her packing each time. Back down the Rainbow Bridge she goes until she serves her time, and Saint Peter hands her the get out of jail card—but I digress. This is how it all began. Buckle up—you’re going for a ride, and I hope you like camping.
Wheeler-Dealer
Congrats to the 100 winners of Wheeler-Dealer giveaway. I hope you enjoy meeting Mabel and Irma as much as I did writing Wheeler-Dealer. Next up is a giveaway for Murder on Honky-Tonk Row - second in the Ghost & Camper Kooky mystery series. Stay Tuned!
April 7, 2021
Bribing Saint Anthony
Bribing Saint Anthony free today through Sunday on Amazon. Join MC and Aunt Sophia and Aunt Anna and first in the series if you are new to Mary Catherine Mahoney series. In honor of PUB day tomorrow for Wheeler-Dealer - first in the Ghost & Camper series. check out the giveaway for Wheeler-Dealer - enter for a chance of 100 eBooks. Hurry ends today. Hope you like camping.
Rita
Rita
April 4, 2021
Wheeler-Dealer
It's almost time. Don't forget the giveaway to enter a 100 eBooks for Wheeler-Dealer ends April 7th.
Plus to celebrate Mabel and Irma and their camping trip across the country Bribing Saint Anthony - first in the Mary Catherine Mahoney series is free April 7th to April 11th. All on Amazon. Have fun.
Plus to celebrate Mabel and Irma and their camping trip across the country Bribing Saint Anthony - first in the Mary Catherine Mahoney series is free April 7th to April 11th. All on Amazon. Have fun.
