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Guest Post: No Tears for Darcy by Vicki Reese


OS: Welcome to Open Skye!  Pete is here to talk about himself and his story, No Tears for Darcy!

Character Interview: Hi. My name is Pete Minchelli and I’m here to tell you about what happened to me recently. Or at least part of it. After all, I can’t give away everything, can I? My friend, Vicki Reese, wrote it all down in her book No Tears for Darcy. I told her she could, but I also told her she had to tell the whole story, even if it upset some people.

You see, I’m a cop. I moved from Philly to this small town supposedly to rest after a bad takedown back home. I got shot in the leg and the docs told me I could either take it easy on extended leave, or sit at a desk. One thing I’m not is a desk jockey so I compromised. My brother and I own a restaurant/club here in (name of small town), though I’m mostly a silent partner. I agreed to stay with my brother and off the job for a while. What I didn’t count on was my old friend Will—chief of police here in (name)—asking for my help on a case. One thing led to another and I ended up being a lot more involved than my doctors would have approved of.

During this job, I met Cam. Cameron (last name). He a classic and classy man who owns a vintage clothing shop that got vandalized. Also, in a short space of time, he lost his ex-boyfriend, mother and father. But Cam is an exceptional man. In addition to be gorgeous, he’s smart and has mad skills as a forensic accountant. And I am totally in love with him. There. I said it. And I will stand by that.

He drew me to him the minute I met him and over the course of time, I fell hard. I tried to fight it. But sometimes, you can’t fight what fate has put in front of you. I and gave up and let him in my heart. My brother is never going to let me live it down. Me, the confirmed bachelor type. Though Luc has been taken of late too, so hah. Cupid’s arrow got both of us. Besides, how could I pass up someone who looked so amazing, had more brains than anyone I know, and dressed so classily. Me? I’m the tee shirt and jeans type. But Cam? There’s a reason he owns a vintage clothing store. It fits him.

Anyway, in saving Cam, I ended up doing a heck of a lot more than my doctor’s liked. But I found that I preferred the small town more than the big city. I liked being in business with my brother. And I fell in love with the one man I can honestly say I’ll enjoy spending the rest of my life with.

Life is good for us now. It took a bit to get here, but we are. And I know it’s the kind of love that will last.



Letting love pass them by would be a crime.
Former forensic accountant Cameron’s lost nearly everyone he’s ever loved, and now his vintage clothing shop has been broken into and trashed. When town police chief Will Carson asks an out-of-town cop friend of his for help, Cam takes one look at the dark-haired, blue-eyed detective and knows he’s in real trouble—and it has nothing to do with vandalism or murder.

Pete Minchelli is on leave from his job in Philadelphia due to a gunshot wound, but he figures he can help an academy buddy with some light police work. Plus, he’ll have a chance to experience small-town life. He’s tired of the big city and all its corruption. But he quickly discovers that not all the bad stuff happens in cities. What he doesn’t expect to find is death, treachery—or love.

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As they ate, Pete glanced around the room, and an idea formed—a chance to spend a little more time with Cam and maybe find out some more about him. “Want some help putting things to rights?”
Cam looked at him with wide eyes. “What? No. You don’t have to. I’ll get around to it. Eventually.”
Pete chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been there. So, where do the shelves go?”
Cameron glanced around. “The only wall big enough is that one, and it’s where the cable hookup is, so I guess there.”
“Convenient. Sofa here and chairs flanking the windows?”
Cameron laughed. “So, you’re an interior designer on the side?”
He chuckled. “Nope. That would be a younger sister. She’s always moving stuff around. Used to drive me nuts to come home late and trip over the furniture because she’d moved it. Several of us think she was in cahoots with our folks to catch us late on curfew.” He finished off his dinner and wiped his hands on a napkin. “So… shelves along the wall, chairs flanking the windows, and sofa here with the rug under the coffee table?”
Cameron laughed and nodded. “But your leg? You can’t move that stuff.”
He glanced back at Cam, a few feathers still clinging to his hair and a fry halfway to his mouth. Cam tilted his head, and Pete had to fight back the urge to go over and kiss him. Pete firmly tamped down that line of thinking. He’d just met the guy. Attacking him was probably not the best idea he’d ever had, though it was most certainly tempting. He shrugged, faking a nonchalance he didn’t feel. “Eh, this is nothing. Besides, most of the stuff is already close. It just needs some finessing.”
He braced his good leg to help Cameron manhandle the shelves into place, making sure to pull the cable from the wall before backing the shelves up to it. “This work for you?”
Cam stared at him as if mesmerized, then shook his head as he stepped back. “A little more toward the kitchen doorway so I can put a table next to the chair.”
Pete squeezed between the front wall and the shelves and, using his good leg and his back, pushed the unwieldy piece. He ignored the ache when he pushed his healing leg past its limit. “Say when.”
“Stop! There. That’s perfect.”
He came out and cocked his head at it. “Yeah, that will work. But only if we put the sofa over here.”
An hour later, they had the big pieces in place and had moved boxes to the rooms where they belonged. In the meantime, Pete had learned more about Cameron’s family, but not a lot more about him.
Taking a break, Pete asked the question that had been nagging him. “Anything like the break-in downstairs ever happen to your mom?”
“So why now?”
Cam shook his head and blew out a long breath. “I’d like to know that myself.”

About the author:

Vicki Reese has been married forever to the one person who accepts that she lives in a fantasy world most of the time. She’s even been seen at the beach building worlds for her stories. In addition to creating suspenseful situations or fantasy worlds, she is very good at boring things like writing procedures manuals and continuity spreadsheets, both of which she actually earned money doing. With a master’s in library science, she likes things organized. Okay, so her family thinks having the spice rack alphabetized is a bit much, but she has no problem finding what she needs when she needs it. And just because her extensive library is catalogued and organized by the Dewey Decimal system doesn’t mean she’s obsessive. Honest!
When not writing, Vicki can be found in the kitchen cooking up gluten free/lactose free/allergy free goodies for her family, or just watching the world go by from her front porch swing.

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Twitter: @AuthorVictoria

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