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A Good Kind
of Trouble
Ellie Ashe
Trouble in Twin Rivers Novel

May 6, 2015

humorous romantic mystery
Beacon news reporter Lindsey Fox is on the verge of breaking a huge story of political corruption that will make her career and make her famous journalist parents proud—or she could be thrown in jail and fired. It really could go either way.
Her recent streak of bad luck continues when Lindsey finds herself facing a bogus contempt charge—and attorney Ben Gillespie is appointed to get her out of the slammer.

They once had a bad date of epic proportions—stilted conversation, food
poisoning, burglary, towed car. Then there was the incident with the pepper spray. Lindsey never believed she
d see the sexy lawyer again.
Ben can totally believe that Lindsey is behind bars. The woman is trouble. Now he has to get his new client out of jail, keep her out of the grasp of a crazed bike messenger and a shady P.I., help her save her job, and convince her to put down the pepper spray and give him another chance.
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What’s next after A Good Kind of Trouble


A Good Kind of Trouble is the first book in the Trouble in Twin Rivers series. The tag line for the series is “There’s always trouble in Twin Rivers” and trust me, I’m planning a lot of trouble for the characters in my fictional city. The books in this series will be stand alone novels, so readers will be able to jump in at any point. But characters from earlier books will make appearances in later ones.

For example, the next Twin Rivers book is about Fiona Larkin, one of the other attorneys at the Field Law Group, and FBI Agent Matt Pritchard. I do not yet have a release date, but am aiming at early 2016. Here’s a brief summary:

   Fiona Larkin is a criminal defense attorney and a single mom. She doesn’t have time to deal with an inconvenient FBI agent who keeps popping up in her life—even if Special Agent Matt Pritchard is easy on the eyes. She really doesn’t have time for the dead body that she just tripped over, either. Matt Pritchard needs Fiona to cooperate with him, even if they are usually on opposite sides of the courtroom. She may be the key to unraveling how an undercover informant was killed—or she may be the murderer’s next target.

I hope you’ll join me in Twin Rivers. It’s always exciting, there’s always plenty of romance and humor. And yes, there’s always trouble in Twin Rivers. Bring your pepper spray.


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Beacon news reporter Lindsey Fox is on the  verge of breaking a huge story of political corruption that will make her career and make her famous journalist parents proud—or she could be thrown in
jail and fired. It really could go either way. Her recent streak of bad luck continues when Lindsey finds herself facing a bogus contempt charge—and attorney and former bad date Ben Gillespie is appointed to get her out of the slammer. 
Ben can totally believe that Lindsey is behind bars. The woman is trouble. Now he has to get his new client out of jail, keep her out of the grasp of a shady P.I., help her save her job, and convince her to put down the pepper spray and give him another chance.
Here’s a look at Ben and Lindsey from A Good Kind of Trouble.
“We don’t know they’re trying to harm me. Maybe they’re just trying to scare me.”
If so, that plan wasn’t working. From what Ben could see, she was more determined than ever.
“Lindsey, they’ve already hurt you,” Ben said, reaching up to trace the knot on her head. Her eyes
widened at the light touch and he had the urge to continue tracing a path down
her face, her neck, and then…
Get a grip. Kath was standing right next to him, but still his finger and his gaze lingered on Lindsey’s face.
She pulled away first, averting her eyes. “I doubt he meant to. Probably just wanted my bag, or something that was in it. Or just to intimidate me.”
“Doesn’t matter, Lins. As long as you’re on this idiot’s radar, you cannot stay at your house,” Kath
said. “At least not alone.”
Kath let that suggestion hang in the air and excused herself to help an incoming customer, leaving Ben alone with Lindsey amidst the lingerie.
“She’s right, Lindsey. This is serious,” Ben said, watching Lindsey turn back to the stack of filmy
negligees. He picked up a light green silky number by the thin straps, imagining it on Lindsey. She snatched it out of his hands and hung it up to steam.
“It’s been serious for a long time,” she said, whirling around, steamer in hand. “It’s been
serious, but no one believed me. I can take care of myself. I think I’ve proven that.”
She was furious and Ben didn’t blame her. “Of course you can. I’m not saying that. No one is. But you have friends willing to help you.”
Lindsey set the hand steamer down.
She ran a hand through her hair, her face troubled. “I don’t want you to—”
She met Ben’s eye and his breath caught in his chest. God, those eyes. A man could get lost in them.
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about the other night,” Lindsey said, her back stiff.
“Well, what part about that night?” Ben asked, his own anger rising. “The part where I helped you
figure out the contracts so you could do your job? Or the part where we nearly got naked and—”
Lindsey’s hand slapped over his mouth quickly. “Shh!”
He grabbed Lindsey’s slender wrist and held her hand, turning it over, kissing her wrist, but not releasing it.

“I think Kath has figured out what’s going on between us,” he said, leaning in close to her ear.
“I don’t even know what’s going on between us,” she protested.
He smiled. Me, either. Then he ducked his head to kiss her, brushing his lips along her jaw, then lower,
tasting the soft skin and relishing her shiver at the contact.
“Don’t do that,” she said.
Her voice trembled, but her hands gripped his shirt and pulled him closer.
“I think I will do that,” he said, tightening his grip on her body and taking her earlobe between his
teeth. She groaned and he pulled her around the corner to the dressing rooms, shutting a door behind them.
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About the Author:
Ellie Ashe has always been drawn to jobs where she can tell stories—journalist, lawyer, and now writer. Writing quirky romantic mysteries is how she gets the “happily
ever after” that so often is lacking in her day job. 
When not writing, you can find her with her nose in a good book, watching far too much TV, or trying out new recipes on unsuspecting friends and family. She lives in Northern
California with her husband and three cats, all of whom worry when she starts
browsing the puppy listings on petfinder.com.
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Excerpts & Guest Post from Dropping the Dime (a Miranda Vaughn Mysteries #2) by Ellie Ashe w/a $20 GC rafflecopter giveaway!

DroppingthedimecoverDropping the Dime

Ellie Ashe

Gemma Halliday Publishing

70,000-word romantic mystery



Miranda Vaughn was once falsely accused of stealing millions, and now she’s helping others who are facing criminal charges. While being an assistant to her former defense attorney isn’t Miranda’s dream job, she’s eager to prove herself, and her first task is a simple one—protect Kathryn, a shy CFO turned informant, and help her prove that a popular real estate developer is embezzling millions from his company. But what should be a straightforward assignment is deliciously complicated when Miranda is thrown together with FBI Agent Jake Barnes, the man who saved her life, broke her heart, and then disappeared.

Beneath the neatly plotted rows of new homes lurk dark secrets, bitter feuds and a whole lot of greed. Nothing is what it appears, even Miranda’s timid client, who is hiding secrets of her own. Despite her growing distrust of her client, Miranda must protect Kathryn from becoming the target of the FBI’s investigation and protect herself from the real thief—all while protecting her heart from the sexy FBI agent she can’t seem to resist.


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One of the best parts of writing Dropping the Dime and the other Miranda Vaughn Mysteries is playing with the relationships between characters. Miranda and Jake, Miranda and her Aunt Marie, Sarah and Burton. But even as much fun as developing Miranda and Jake’s growing relationship, her friendship with Sarah is probably my favorite part to write.

Sarah Mei Girard is Miranda’s best friend and co-worker. She’s beautiful, smart, and has a great sense of adventure. Sarah is a paralegal by title, but she’s so much more than that. She’s the law firm’s fixer, able to serve a subpoena or track down a reluctant witness. She’s the person you call when you need to charter a private plane to get you out of a Central American county.

In Dropping the Dime, Miranda gets to hang out with her friend more than she did in Chasing the Dollar. Here’s one of my favorite scenes with the two friends.


The entire first floor of the house was open to guests, and dozens of people mingled in the rooms and spilled over into the patio and backyard, where a string quartet played. White lights twinkled in the trees and a gentle warm light spilled out of a white canopy, under which tables were set with sparkling crystal and silver settings.

“Everyone looks so…beautiful,” I whispered to Sarah as we walked through a living area that looked like it was out of a glossy architectural magazine.

“It’s the lighting,” she said.

I looked around. Sarah was right. Even the lighting was designed to be perfect. It worked. Everyone’s complexion looked smooth, as if shot with a diffuser filter over the camera lens.

“Do you know anyone here?” Sarah asked.

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so.”

And that was the plan. Get in. Get upstairs. Get the evidence. And then get out, before anyone could remember seeing us at the party.

“Can we pretend to be celebrities?”

“No one will buy that.”

“Miranda Vaughn!” A woman’s voice behind me made me wince with dread. Oh God, who was it?

“Well, now they won’t,” Sarah huffed.

I turned and saw a woman with short dark hair heading toward me.

“Miranda, dear, it is you,” she said, and I recognized Jane Sinclair, the wife of one of the Patterson executives. She had thrown a holiday party for the office staff every year, hosting it in her spacious home.

“Hello, Mrs. Sinclair,” I said, unsure how I’d be received. She was always nice to me when I had seen her socially, but that was before my arrest and Patterson-Tinker’s collapse. I’d heard that her husband had “retired” when the firm closed its doors after news broke that the investment bank was a front for an international money-laundering ring.

“It is lovely to see you here,” she said, seeming sincere.

I blew out a breath and smiled with relief. “Thank you. It’s nice to see you, too. Is Mr. Sinclair here?”

She laughed and waved a hand, the diamonds in her cocktail ring catching the light with a flare. “He’s in Scotland, golfing with his university buddies. Every year a group of his old buddies from Harvard get together for a golfing holiday.”

Sarah and I tittered along with her. Of course, Harvard.

I introduced Mrs. Sinclair to Sarah and watched her size up my friend. She was probably trying to figure out Sarah’s ethnicity, but was struggling with it. Sarah’s long black hair was parted on the side and hung in a long shiny straight sheet to the middle of her back. Her green eyes were lined in black, enhancing their natural almond shape. She wore a simple plum-colored strapless dress and heels I could hardly believe she could walk in.

The dress was mine, but the shoes were Sarah’s, and I wondered when she would have worn them. I had opted for a simple silk sheath dress, black, and modest three-inch heels. To dress up the number, I found a pair of stockings with a seam up the back, which required garters and all that paraphernalia. I cleaned up okay, but standing next to Sarah would make anyone fade into the background.

Mrs. Sinclair’s study of Sarah lingered and was bordering on rude. So much for getting out unnoticed. Mrs. Sinclair would be able to draw Sarah’s face from memory now.

“I recognize you from somewhere,” Mrs. Sinclair said, her eyes narrowing. “The opera?”

Sarah smiled and looked down modestly, and Mrs. Sinclair gasped, grabbing Sarah’s extended hand.

“Oh, you’re Sarah van Etter. The soprano! I saw you in San Francisco two seasons ago. You were divine.”

Sarah beamed, and I nearly groaned out loud.

“Thank you, you’re so kind,” Sarah said.

“How do you two know each other?” Mrs. Sinclair asked, looking between Sarah and me.

“We went to university together,” Sarah said. “We’ve been great friends ever since.”

“Miranda, I had no idea you were friends with such a celebrity!”

Mrs. Sinclair took Sarah by the arm. “I have to introduce you to my friend Darla. She was with me at that performance, and she’ll be thrilled that you’re here.”

Sarah looked back and gave me a wide smile as she was led away.

So much for being my co-conspirator. Now how was I going to get to the second floor without being seen?



Excerpt #2 

One of my favorite parts of writing the Miranda Vaughn Mysteries is exploring the chemistry between Miranda and Jake Barnes, the hot FBI agent who saved her life, then broke her heart. In Dropping the Dime, Miranda and Jake are thrown together on an investigation. Miranda’s trying to protect her client, Kathryn, a whistle-blower who is working with the FBI to expose her crooked real estate developer boss. But Kathryn’s keeping her own secrets and before long, Miranda is fighting to keep the FBI from turning its investigation to the timid accountant.

Here’s a peek of how Miranda and Jake navigate those conflicts in Dropping the Dime:


“So, you’re not investigating Kathryn?” I asked.

The question hung in the air between us in the quiet kitchen. Jake reached up and put the plates away in the open cupboards, then turned and leaned against the counter.

“Should I?”

“No,” I said. “You shouldn’t. She’s a nice person who just tried to do the right thing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know her.”

“I know her better than you do. She’s not a criminal.”

“She’s lying. She’s lying to you. And she’s lying to the FBI, which is a federal crime,” he said, his expression hardened.

“Kathryn is not lying!” I had nothing to back that up. “She’s smarter than that.”

“She’s just going to get herself in trouble if she doesn’t come clean with us,” he said. “Look, Finn is happy to finally nail Simon Leonidis, but I’m not looking at this as a personal vendetta. If we’re going to prosecute him, we need evidence. Not just his CFO’s suspicions.”

I knew that, but for some reason, I had a feeling there was more to it than that.

“You just don’t believe her, do you?”

He crossed his arms and I was momentarily distracted by the way his biceps flexed. I looked away quickly.

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about work,” he said.

“That’s a good idea,” I said, then paused. What else would we talk about? All of my interaction with Jake had been work related, in one way or another, starting with our first encounter when he arrested me. Was my attraction purely lust? Based on nothing of substance?

“So, how was your day?” he asked, a slight smile on his lips.

I discovered that I’d been defending a liar and uncovered a Greek tragedy. “Uh, it was fine. How was yours?”

Oh God. Was this what happened when you fell for someone based solely on looks? And a lot of adrenaline. And chemistry.

He smiled and my heart did an extra little flutter. “Well, I got to take a romantic drive in the country with a beautiful woman, then take her to dinner.”

The heat rose up my face. “You certainly spun that in a positive light.”

Jake’s smile widened. “How would you have spun it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that I completed a successful undercover mission,” I said. “I guess I’m not as mushy as you.”

He laughed and raised an eyebrow. “Mushy?”

“Yeah, you know. Romantic. Soft.”

He was in front of me in an instant, his arms on either side, leaning in, a wall of chest covered in a snug black t-shirt backing me against the counter. I had to tilt my head back to look at him and when I did, my breath caught at the nearness. My gaze lingered on his lips, so close. So very close.

“Not soft,” he whispered and leaned in.

It had been more than half a year since I’d felt the touch of those lips, but the effect was the same. Dizzying. Electric. A tug of passion that reached from my soul. Nothing, no one, had ever made me feel like that.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered.

“I know.” Jake’s voice was low and gravelly and thrilled me to the pit of my stomach.

“I told Rob there wasn’t anything between us,” I said as his lips grazed my neck, sending a shiver through me.

“The case will be over soon.”

It wasn’t his voice that caused the tremors this time, it was the words. It didn’t matter that we had nothing to talk about except for work, which we were not allowed to discuss. It didn’t matter that we were at odds. This connection wasn’t something to give up on, just because of our jobs. I’d work at the bakery for the rest of my life to keep this.



Author Bio:

Ellie Ashe has always been drawn to jobs where she can tell stories—journalist, lawyer, and now writer. Writing quirky romantic mysteries is how she gets the “happily ever after” that so often is lacking in her day job.

When not writing, you can find her with her nose in a good book, watching far too much TV, or trying out new recipes on unsuspecting friends and family. She lives in Northern California with her husband and three cats, all of whom worry when she starts browsing the puppy listings on petfinder.com.

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Title: Her

Author: Felicia Johnson

Series: Standalone

Genre: YA/Fiction

Publisher: 8th Street Publishing

Release Date: June 2013

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print (Soon to be a Movie)

Trigger Warnings: Borderline Personality Disorder, Eating Disorders, Depression, Child Abuse, Self-Harm


In many ways, Kristen Elliott is a normal, seventeen-year-old girl. Kristen loves her family. She works hard academically, and tries to please her mother. She takes on the additional responsibility of caring for her twin siblings, Nick and Alison. She idealizes her best friend, Lexus, who not only seems to lead the perfect life, but also catches the attention of John, the boy Kristen secretly loves. However, as is the case with many teenagers, Kristen feels frustrated, isolated, and confused.

In other ways, Kristen is not like other kids her age. She knows something is wrong with her. Kristen feels like an utter failure. She is unable to please her abrasive mother, and scared to confront Jack, her abusive stepfather. She is also unable to protect Nick from Jack, making her fell all the more helpless. Adding to her problems, she knows she will never be as beautiful as her best friend Lexus. Kristen finds solace in self-injury, and the company of Mr. Sharp, her imaginary friend who encourages her feelings of self-loathing.

After a failed suicide attempt, Kristen is placed in the Bent Creek mental hospital, where she is diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. While in the hospital, she meets a group of peers suffering with their own mental illnesses, and a compassionate staff of doctors and counselors. From there, Kristen begins her journey to survival. She discovers the circumstances that brought her to this breaking point, struggles to understand her mental illness, and fights to be a survivor against her own worst enemy: her self-blame.

Kristen’s tale of endurance illustrates the complex illness of Borderline Personality Disorder. Readers – including those suffering from BPD and their friends and family – can glean insight into the illness from Kristen’s humanity. Her story is an example of how, if we try to push the past away, we are either doomed to repeat it or let it haunt us to our graves.

Stop and think, and you’ll discover that you probably know someone who is going through this right now. Yes, 1 out of every 4 people struggles with mental illness – the dark secret so many live with.


One of the most corrosive aspects of living with mental illness is the urge to keep it a secret. Felicia Johnson learned that secrets can be lethal, and courageously shines a light on a diagnosis rarely talked about: borderline personality disorder, or BPD. Your audience will appreciate her candour and this opportunity for insight.

In Felicia Johnson’s book Her, we walk in the shoes of a girl suffering with borderline personality disorder, share her hopes and struggles as she desperately tries to understand what is happening. It is an example of how if we try to push the past away, we are either doomed to repeat it or let it haunt us to our graves. This powerful and compelling story enables those suffering from BPD, and their friends and family, to turn the abstract concept of BPD into a more real understanding.
Meet Kristen Elliott, a normal seventeen-year-old who loves her family and friends and strives for their approval. But Kristen knows something is wrong with her. In her pain and isolation, she finds fleeting solace in self-injury, and the company of Mr. Sharp, her imaginary friend who feeds her feelings of self-loathing.

After a failed suicide attempt, Kristen is placed in a mental hospital and diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD). There, she discovers the circumstances that brought her to this breaking point, struggles to understand her mental illness, and fights to be a survivor against her own worst enemy: her self-blame. It is a story of endurance, survival and finding hope from within.

The story is inspired by Felicia Johnson’s own life of survival and her childhood best friend, Holly who, at fifteen, committed suicide – a silent victim of untreated Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) stemming from the trauma of childhood abuse. While Holly lost her battle with depression and BPD and at 15 years old took her own life, we can make a difference in showing teens that they are not alone on this journey and there is light at the end of the tunnel. Her also illuminates the harsh reality of child abuse in the home and the long term psychological effects it has on everyone involved.”


Through Her, Felicia Johnson helps to bring the understanding of BPD within reach of many young people and families afflicted by it, and continues to help many come to terms with mental health issues they face.

“We need help in turning this book into a movie, so we can reach thousands more and change the perception of mental illness and enable those who need the help to get it, help those going through this and also help families of those going through this to understand what their loved ones are facing. My goal is to help put an end to stigma on mental health and provide hope to those who seek help.”



Fee JohnsonFelicia Johnson is an author of a bestselling novel, speaker, child abuse survivor, and mental health advocate with over ten years’ experience in the mental health field. She works in Atlanta with the Highlands Institute and volunteers with Youth Villages Inner Harbour and Personality Disorder Awareness Network. Johnson was nominated for the Gutsy Gals Inspire Me Award of 2014 and Her has been nominated for Georgia Writer’s Association Author of The Year Award. She loves ice cream and seeing her little sister smile.


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My father would probably have killed my mother. Theresa probably would have still killed herself, and I probably would have done it, too.”

“Were you scared?”

“At first I was. When I first got here, I thought I was being punished. Now I see what being a survivor really is. It’s not giving up. It’s not

running away. It’s getting through whatever it is you have to get through to make it. It is allowing you to grow stronger for whatever is coming next. It is being brave and choosing to live through it all so that you can share your story and help others. That’s what a survivor does. I don’t want to run away anymore. I just want to live and make things better. My mom wants to do the same. I tell you, Kristen, Bent Creek may seem like the worst place to be right now, but you’ll see. It’s not.”

He looked straight into my eyes and said, “I’ve watched you.”

My heart started beating fast. He grabbed my hand gently and looked down at my bandaged wrists. His fingers traced the fresh tape that Ms.

Mosley had used for the bandages when she’d changed them this morning. I closed my eyes and let myself feel this moment between us.

“You seem so sad and regretful. You can’t just let it out, can you?”

I shook my head. My eyes were still closed. I felt tears begin to well up in them. There were no words to describe that moment. His words

and the feelings inside of me were just too much. The tears poured out from underneath my eyelids. He squeezed my hands. I jolted, not

afraid, just feeling too much. “Open your eyes,” he said. I did open my eyes, and his large, beautiful eyes stared into mine.

“You know how the old people in here always have something to say to us? And when they talk, they think they know everything. You

know?” He chuckled a little. Then his smile disappeared.

“There are things I keep hearing over and over that I do believe, though. They sound old– fashioned, and they are definitely cliché. But

remember this, Kristen,” he told me with his seriously passionate stare. “This too shall pass, and what doesn’t kill you will make you

stronger.” He paused. “If you let it. Keep your head up and your eyes open. That’s how you will survive. If what you go through doesn’t kill

you, let it make you stronger.”

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FELICIA JOHNSON is a child abuse survivor, writer, sought-after speaker, mental health worker, and youth advocate. She loves ice cream, and seeing her little sister, Laura, smile. She is an active youth mentor at Youth Villages Inner Harbour and has been a volunteer with the Personality Disorder Awareness Network (PDAN). Johnson readily engages an audience with the moving story behind her latest book, Her. It is the story of a young woman with Borderline Personality Disorder who courageously peels back the layers of her complex and serious mental illness in a desperate attempt to understand it.

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