Gluten For Punishment and more:)

I’d like everyone to welcome the fabulous Nancy J. Parra to The Stiletto Gang today.  Nancy is an amazing lady and a wonderful author.  After years of writing romances, she began penning mysteries.  Her first mystery, Gluten For Punishment, (one of now three series that she has sold) hit shelves on May 7th.  And I’m pretty sure after you read this post you’ll be zipping off to the store to check it out!

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In Gluten For
Punishment, my protagonist is Toni Holmes who dares to return to her
hometown of OilTop Kansas and set up a gluten free bakery in the heart of wheat
country. Toni has every reason to hide in her bed. Her husband cheated on her,
her mother just died and left her to deal with “the family.” Included in her
family is her eccentric Grandma Ruth – a lifetime mensa member with a scooter
on the go. Not to mention Toni’s 52 cousins and a small town that never forgets
what you did in high school. 

Hint: Toni was not prom queen

Instead of crying in her gluten-free beer, Toni faces the
challenges head on including investigating a murder which happens in front of
her bakery.

Gluten For Punishment – excerpt:

“Toni, did you kill
George Meister?”

My mouth went dry. My jaw went slack. The camera’s flash kept popping, blinding
me. “What?” I glanced toward Grandma Ruth for some help. 

Candy Cole, OilTop’s ace reporter, pushed on. “You, yourself, told everyone you
were inside the store at the time he was murdered.”

“I was?” I shivered at the idea. It was bad enough to have a dead body nearby
but to have a murder happen within a few feet of you? Nauseating.

“Honey,” Candy pushed. “You had motive and opportunity. Did you do it?”

“Seriously?” I asked her. Here I’d been ready to give her a free cup of coffee.
Not anymore. I stepped back. 

“Did you?” Her mic wafted under my nose.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t kill anyone.”

“Are you telling me, it’s a coincidence you’re new in town and a man gets
murdered outside your bakery?” Candy’s eyes glittered like a snake’s. 

“I’m not new in town,” I crossed my arms in front of me. “I grew up here. Are
you saying any murders that happened while I lived here as a kid were my
fault?”

“No,” Candy said thoughtfully. “But it’s a good angle. I can check and see how
the murder rate was when you lived here and what happened after you left.”

“Stop it,” Grandma Ruth slapped the counter. “Toni wouldn’t kill anyone.”

“Oh, really? Then why is the Chief at the courthouse right now getting a
warrant signed to search your home and your bakery for evidence?”

I sat down hard at the word warrant. 

“Put your head between your knees.” Grandma was beside me. Her sharp tone of
voice combined with her palm on the back of my head had me doing exactly what
she said. I have to admit staring at the black and white tile floor was a bit
more calming than looking at Candy.  Her
delight at my distress was unnerving.

“I thought we were friends, Candy,” I muttered.

“We are friends, honey,” Candy came around the counter and squatted down to
peer at me. “That’s why I came before the Chief.”

I turned my head. “You came to warn me?”

“Good friends hide the body, honey, remember?” Her gaze took on a warm and
concerned look. I wasn’t sure if I should believe it.