Max, Brad, and Maisie is a gay mystery series by author L.G. Fabbo-Gonnela. Read on to discover the three books in the series and find out more about the author! There’s also a giveaway and you are all encouraged to enter!
Murder In The String of G
Max, Brad, and Maisie Mystery Series, Book One
Maisie was an irrepressible burlesque queen of the fifties who was a star in the Cassandra Theater. She was killed in what was initially ruled to be an accidental trip and fall down a spiral staircase. In fact, she knows it was a murder but, why was she killed and why the later cover-up? Unfortunately, however, what can a ghost to do about it? Andso, her shade haunts the theater hoping to find someone to help her.
It turns out to be a long wait. In two thousand and six two young wanta-be actors arrive at the newly restored Cassandra Theater to audition for a play. One is Max, who is gay, and the other is his roommate Brad, who is straight. For reasons unknown at first, Maisie finds she can connect with them both and seeks their help in proving she was murdered and who did it. After initial hesitations, the boys agree to help her solve her killing. The book follows the pair as they stumble towards finding answers while dodging a hired gun, a serial killer of young men and, for Brad, Maisie’s tendency to “fondle his rump” at inopportune times.
“Well Cassandra, old dear,” she laughingly said to the ancient theater as she adjusted her girdle. “We both have seen better days haven’t we!” With a bemused shake of her head she fixed her sheer colored nylon stocking to the girdle’s straps then did a fast check in the mirror to make sure her seams were straight.
She gave a pert nod of satisfaction at the results then stepped into her grey front-buttoned wool dress. “Hell girl you look quite respectable,” Maisie told herself as she examined her demure business-like outfit. Her slender tapered fingers fidgeted with the pearl buttons one last time. No need to be this nervous, she silently told herself. The last thing she did was to slip into a pair of black
high-heeled shoes. The effect not only increased her height but also gave the calves of her long legs that firm sexy look that caused every man that passed her to turn their heads to shoot her a look of admiration.
“Okay we are dressed for that meeting.” She muttered as she grabbed her matching grey gloves and purse. Pausing one last time in front of the mirror the striking blonde striptease artist contemplated her upcoming appointment with a mixture of dread and defiance. A fighter looked back at her.
“Okay Maisie here we go,” she firmly instructed her reflection. “You may be a bit down but you are not out by a long shot. So hold it together, meet them head on and make sure to give it your best shot. Just remember, you may striptease for a living but you are no whore no matter what they may think.”
For one brief second, she shivered in the musty dampness of the room. As she did Maisie recalled how her momma used to tell that this meant, someone just walked over your grave. Her striking features grimaced with a mixture of fear and concern. Maisie suddenly laughed at the face she had just made.
“Come on you are a star behave like one for Pete’s sake. Wish me luck Cassandra old floozy. Burlesque may be going down but this girl isn’t going to follow it,” she confidently said as she strode out of her dressing room. As she descended the narrow spiral staircase that led down from the third story level to the main stage floor her right foot caught itself on something running across the upper steps.
Maisie suddenly felt herself falling forward on the stairs. Instinctively she grabbed the rusty banister at her side to steady herself but her height and her forward motion instead sent her pitching head first over the low railing barrier. The last conscious thought she had was that someone must have rigged some obstruction along the upper stairs to cause her to trip.
“That lousy…” she heard herself exclaim with a mixture of anger and shock. The next thing she heard was the sound of her body hitting the lower floor followed by a loud crack as her neck broke. Then all was darkness and silence.
The next morning the work crews came in and found her broken bloody body sprawled out on the floor. No one noticed the tiny translucent grey shadow that hovered near her corpse. The terrified men called the manager who then contacted the police. They in turn reached out to the city corner.z
Prizes: 1 bundle of Murder in the String of G + Murder in the Squared Circle, and 1 copy of Murder in Noir
About the author
L.G.Fabbo-Gonnella is a resident of NYC. He has often said Manhattan is the underlying unspoken character in many of his books. “I guess its a love affair that I have with her,” he once said. “I could live here forever and yet still find magical things about her that I never knew existed.
When not seeking out interesting new locales for his books he can be found dinning with friends and enjoying all the city he adores has to offer.
Though he has not yet met the supernatural denizens of NYC, he does hope too one day. And yes, there is a “letter Lounge” albeit under a different name.
He can be reached at L.G.Fabbo.Gonnella@gmail.co