Blog Tour: Limoncello Yellow by Traci Andrighetti (spotlight, excerpt, giveaway)

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limoncello-yellowLimoncello Yellow
written by Traci Andrighetti
published by Gemma Halliday Publishing

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About the book: From debut author, Traci Andrighetti, comes a tale of murder, mayhem, and meddling Sicilian grandmas…

Francesca “Franki” Amato is a tough-talking rookie cop in Austin, Texas—until an unfortunate 911 call involving her boyfriend, Vince, and a German female wrestler convinces her once and for all that she just isn’t cut out for a life on the police force. So Franki makes the snap decision to move to New Orleans to work at her friend Veronica’s detective agency, Private Chicks, Inc. But Franki’s hopes for a more stable life are soon dashed when Private Chicks is hired by the prime suspect in a murder case to find out what really happened to a beautiful young boutique manager who was found strangled to death with a cheap yellow scarf. When she’s not investigating, Franki is hoping to seduce handsome bank executive Bradley Hartmann, but most of her time is spent dodging date offers from a string of “good Italian boys”—make that not-so-good aging Italian men—that her meddlesome Sicilian grandma has recruited as marriage candidates. As Mardi Gras approaches and the mystery of the murdered shop girl gets more complicated, Franki must decipher the odd ramblings of a Voodoo priestess to solve both the murder and the mystery of her own love life.


I parked in front of my new home. Before I could get out of the car, Veronica was already walking out her front door, smiling and waving with Hercules in tow in a turquoise fuzzy sweater that matched hers perfectly. Despite her Sicilian father, Veronica looked Swedish like her ex-ballerina mother, with long blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, and pale skin.

“Franki!” Veronica yelled.

I bent over—at the waist—to hug her. I’d forgotten how tiny she was, and I wondered for at least the hundredth time how her internal organs could function in such a small frame.

She looked up at me and smiled. “How does it feel to be in New Orleans?”

I glanced over at the cemetery and then back at her. “At the moment, it feels fairly morbid.”

“Oh, come on! You don’t still have that weird cemetery issue, do you?”

“Yes, Veronica. And I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that there’s one right across the street! You know, lots of people would find it disturbing to go to sleep at night with a cemetery basically in their front yard, especially a New Orleans cemetery.”

Veronica shook her head in mock disgust as she grabbed a box from my back seat.

“Thank God there’s a bar right next to it,” I continued. “In case I need to drink myself to death from despair.”

She smiled. “Well, if you do drink yourself to death, I wouldn’t have to carry you very far for your burial.”

I quickly made the customary scongiuri gesture that my nonna had taught me to do to ward off the threat of death, which Veronica had just so carelessly cast upon me. It looks like the University of Texas’s hook ’em horns sign with the index and pinky fingers pointed up like horns, only you point the horns downward.

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Do you still do that silly scongiuri thing too? God, Franki, you make me so glad my nonna stayed in Sicily. You’re so superstitious!”

“I do it just in case,” I snapped. “I mean, you never know…”

Veronica walked up to my new front door, which was right next to hers, and pulled a key from the front right pocket of her AG jeans. “Glenda—our landlady—told me to let you in. She’ll come downstairs to meet you in a few minutes.”

With the box balanced on her left hip, Veronica unlocked my front door with her right hand. She gave the door a shove with her shoulder, and it swung open. She turned to me and bowed. “Welcome to your humble abode.”

I excitedly entered the apartment with Napoleon at my heels. As I surveyed the living room, a number of adjectives came to mind, but humble was not one of them. The room could only be described as the home decor equivalent of Amsterdam’s Red Light District. The walls were covered in fuzzy, blood-red wallpaper with shiny gold fleurs-de-lis, and hanging from the ceiling was a baroque red-and-black crystal chandelier. The couch was a rococo chaise lounge in velvet zebra print, and next to it was a lilac velour armchair with gold fringe that matched the drapery to perfection. On the opposite wall there was a mahogany wood fireplace with a hearth covered in white candles of various sizes and shapes. In front of the fireplace, a bearskin rug replete with a bear head covered the hardwood floors. The only thing that was missing was the red fluorescent light in the living room window announcing my availability for prospective clients.

I realized that my mouth was hanging open. “Wow. So…this Glenda…is she a prostitute?” I joked.

“Former stripper, actually,” Veronica replied. “And she’s really touchy about the difference, so don’t use the word prostitute in front of her.”

I gaped at my best friend. “You’re serious?”

Veronica just blinked innocently, as if renting me an apartment from a former stripper across from a cemetery were perfectly normal. “You know, I was reading that the brothel look is really in right now. I believe it’s called ‘bordello chic.'” She began to pace back and forth as she tried to reconcile her unusually conflicted sense of fashion. “But now that I think about it, Lenny Kravitz redecorated his house here in New Orleans, and designers call his style ‘bordello modern.'”

“Something tells me that Lenny didn’t decorate this place. And I wouldn’t exactly call this ‘bordello modern.’ It’s more like ‘bordello seventies.'”

“Well, at least you won’t have to add any touches of color,” Veronica said.

Traci AndrighettiAbout the author: Traci Andrighetti is the author of the Franki Amato Mystery series. In her previous life, she was an award-winning literary translator and a Lecturer of Italian at the University of Texas at Austin, where she earned a PhD in Applied Linguistics. But then she got wise and ditched that academic stuff for a life of crime—writing, that is.

If she’s not hard at work on her next novel, Traci is probably watching her favorite Italian soap opera, eating Tex Mex or sampling fruity cocktails, and maybe all at the same time. She lives in Austin with her husband, young son (who desperately wants to be in one of her books) and three treat-addicted dogs.

Find Ms. Andrighetti here: web, blog, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads

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  1. I’ve read the Franki Amato Mystery series and the characters are really funny. I wish to read this one coz the title and book cover already convey a funny message inside 🙂

  2. stacey dempsey says:

    I have cemetery issues too lol , sounds like a fun read

  3. Thanks Traci for the great giveaway and sharing your amazing talent with us. Please let your son be in one of your books. I think it would be great!

  4. thx u for hosting ^^

  5. Thanks for sharing!

  6. I love drama/suspense romance books! Thanks for the giveaway!

  7. This sounds really cute! Thanks for the giveaway!
    Missie @ A Flurry of Ponderings

  8. I love a good mystery! Thanks!

  9. LOVING the cover.

  10. wendy Hutton says:

    thanks for the giveaway

  11. I really do want to read this book. It sounds like a hilarious read.


  13. I’m a sucker for a good crime or mystery book so thanks for sharing!

  14. Thanks for the giveaway!

  15. BookLady says:

    What an interesting book! Thanks for sharing the great excerpt.

  16. Kate I. says:

    I’m always on the lookout for cozies and this new series sounds right up my alley!

  17. Thomas Murphy says:

    Thanks for the giveaway!

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