Goodbye, Tootsie

Romance and Mystery in 1920s Manhattan!
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A Trixie Frank – Sean Costigan 1920s Romantic Mystery

1920s Romantic Mystery, 1920s Mystery, 1920s Romance

A Trixie Frank – Sean Costigan 1920s Romantic Mystery


Homicide detective Sean Costigan and tabloid reporter Trixie Frank are on the road to romance but at cross-purposes at work when they investigate the New Year’s Eve murder of “Poor Little Rich Girl” Abigail Welles after she comes into control of a family fortune.


New York City, 1925

It’s after midnight on New Year’s Day, and the richest girl in America has just fallen to her death from the top floor of the posh Cleveland Hotel in Manhattan.

When Detective Sean Costigan arrives at the scene, he learns it’s the day after Abigail Welles’s twenty-first birthday— the day she inherited a family fortune. It’s not the kind of coincidence that warms a detective’s heart. Neither is the fact that she wasn’t alone when she fell. Her new husband, Long Island party boy Nick Welles, lies incoherent in the master bedroom.

Sean’s girl, tabloid reporter Trixie Frank, is the first newshound on the scene. It’s a bigger scoop than she dreamed. The young heiress’s death will make national headlines. More importantly, this story hits close to home. And heart. The victim’s husband is Trixie’s ex-fiancé.

When Sean focuses on Nick as his prime suspect, Trixie is certain he’s dead wrong. But will saving her first love from the hot seat prove fatal to her new romance?



Review Excerpts...

“…Sean and Trixie are back and their relationship is steamier than ever. I love these two characters. Even though they are opposites, they are perfect for each other. Trixie is such a fun person to be around, and Sean’s stiffness helps to keep her grounded. The sock drawer scene was to die for. I can’t wait to read book 3.”

 –I Create Purty Thangs
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“… I really enjoyed reading this book. The setting is awesome–just turn on some jazz and you’ll be transported back to the Roaring Twenties….”

–Newbery and Beyond
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“Filled with surprising twists and unbelievable turns… where you never know what really happened and who is involved until the very end. Two thumbs up for Delynn Royer, I will definitely continue reading this series.”

–Notes from a Lady
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“Set in the 1920’s, Goodbye Tootsie is a real page turner of a murder mystery…”

–Mother Distracted
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“… I did find myself laughing out loud more then once…. Will the reporter and the police officer ever get over their differences and become a verified couple? …Will they finally figure out who done it? To find the answers–read the book–you really should enjoy this one!”

–Miki’s Hope
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“… I love books where I don’t know what was going to happen & books that keep me guessing. Goodbye Tootsie was just that. I thought I knew who the murderer was, but I was so wrong… Well Done!!”

–Cali Book Reviews
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“… Murder, intrigue, romance… it’s all there. … And just when you think you have figured out “whodunnit”, you are taken on another turn, and most likely will find out that you were wrong!”

–Elusive Red Tiger
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An excerpt from Goodbye, Tootsie

“That two-legged, cheating rat fink dog!”

“Aren’t you taking this a little personally?” Sean asked as he and Trixie exited the Daughters of Zorya Tea Room.

“Slimy, fornicating worm weasel! How could he do that to her? She was his wife. She was going to have his baby.”

“You can’t print that.”

“I can if I can find someone else she told about it.” Trixie stopped on the sidewalk as snowflakes fell lazily around them. She was exceptionally attractive when inflamed with righteous indignation—the high color that rose to her cheeks, the sparks that flew from those beauteous blue eyes. Too bad Sean couldn’t enjoy the show. He had an idea about what might be behind all that passion.

“They weren’t even married long.” She planted her hands on her hips. “What kind of two-timing crumb does that?”

“I don’t know. The two-legged, cheating, crumby rat fink kind?”

“Not funny.”

“Right, but people are selfish. If they weren’t, neither of us would have a job.” He eyed her pointedly. “Is there something bothering you about Nick Welles that you want to tell me?”

“Huh?” She gaped, taken off guard.

Good. He’d meant to take her off guard. Maybe some truth might spill out. “Anything?” he prodded.

Her eyes were innocent, but the color on her cheeks deepened. “What? Are you talking about what Anna said in there? I thought you didn’t believe in fortune-telling.”

“I don’t. I believe in truth telling.” Tamping down his frustration, he took Trixie by the arm and urged her to walk with him toward the curb so they could hail a taxi. “Why don’t you put that head of steam to work and call that friend of yours, Gert what’s-her-name?”

“Pumpelly. Honestly, Sean, for a cop, you don’t listen worth beans.”

“I hear what I need to hear. Just find out who Nick Welles was playing around with.”

“I can take a wild guess,” she muttered.

“Yeah?” He sensed an opening—some truth?—but she jammed her hands in her coat pockets and back-pedaled.

“Nothing. Never mind. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Okay.” He hailed an approaching cab but lost it. “What was that thing Anna was talking about anyway? An ora?”

“That’s an aura,” Trixie corrected. “It’s like a halo of light, but it’s full of different colors. We all have them. We just can’t see them.”

“What a load of horsesh—Taxi!”

This time he was successful. When a cab pulled up, Sean slipped the driver some money and turned to find Trix watching him with a prickly expression that told him she was generally sore at the entire male gender. This he could add to his growing list of bones to pick with Nick Welles.

He leaned in so his mouth was close to hers. “How about if your halo of light and my halo of light grab a bite to eat together later at Bickford’s?”

“My halo of light will have to check its calendar.”

“Six?” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “I’ll call.” He opened the cab door.

“I’ll answer,” she said grudgingly and stepped inside.

He waited until her cab pulled away. What was it about her past with Welles that she held on to so tightly? Maybe there was something to that smug gleam in the younger man’s eyes when he’d answered Sean’s question. How do you know Trixie Frank?

How do I know her?” Nick had asked back. “Or how well do I know her?” It had been almost four in the morning, and he’d sobered up enough to recognize that Detective Costigan didn’t like him much. In fact, he was probably beginning to realize Sean suspected him of murdering his wife.

A belligerent tone had crept into his voice toward the end of their interview, and, with his last contentious answer, Sean had wanted to knock the damned smirk off his face. “I know her intimately, Detective. We were engaged to be married.”


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Product Description

Genre:                                  Historical/Mystery/Romance – 1920s New York
Length:                                 98,000 words
Sensuality:                           Warm sensuality. Contains mild love scenes.
Version:                                First edition ebook.
Release date:                        June 2015
Published by:                       Delynn Royer

1920s Romance
1920s Fiction
1920s Mystery
Historical Mystery
1920s Manhattan
Roaring 20s
1920s Detective Fiction
Girl Reporter
Women Sleuths

1920s Romantic Mystery


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Goodbye, Tootsie cover art design by Fiona Jayde Media
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