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Lucky's misadventures are coming so quickly that I'll be publishing a new book every two weeks through book 4, and then around once a month.  Stay tuned for more mysteries and mishaps with your favorite clumsy, wacky amateur sleuth.

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Lucky and the Falling Felon


Lucky Boucher never has to go looking for trouble. Trouble finds her just fine all on its own.  


What do a dead guy, a stolen pig, and night vision goggles have in common? 




Hi, I’m Annabelle Boucher, but everyone calls me Lucky.  Despite my nickname, I’m a magnet for trouble. I can get myself into more jams and pickles than ants at a picnic.  My most recent predicament involves being nearly killed by a dead body then finding a note that implicates me in the murder.  My only option is to find the killer and clear my name.  Fortunately, I have the help of a surly ex FBI agent, a 102-year-old mobster that looks like Mrs. Claus, and my wacky menagerie of rescue animals.  


Many of my stories begin with me doing something “inadvisable” and end with me catching a criminal. This one is no different. But you’ll soon learn that, with me, the middle is where things always get interesting.

Lucky and the Axed Accountant


Lucky Boucher never has to go looking for trouble. Trouble finds her just fine all on its own.  


What do a stolen book, a waxing kit, and an axed accountant have in common?


You guessed it. Me. Lucky Boucher, the girl that’s a magnet for trouble.


I’m minding my own business when I find the town accountant dead in his office.  My sweet friend and ancient mobster, Miss Haddy enlists my help to solve the crime. It turns out Andrew Ames kept more than tax records. He was the guardian of a black book filled with the secrets of nearly every resident in Salty Springs, and now it’s missing.  That means double duty for me—recovering the book and catching a killer. Fortunately, I’m never without help. In this case, my crotchety landlady, a maddening ex-FBI agent, my lucky pig, Gumbo, and my boss and best friend, Regina, who also provides me with a steady stream of new products to test. 


If you know me at all, you know things work out in the end, but the middle… Well, I just have one word for you: disaster. 

Lucky and the Banged-up Ballerina

Lucky Boucher never has to go looking for trouble. Trouble finds her just fine all on its own.  


What do a ballerina, a stun gun, and Patrick Swayze have in common?


If you guessed me, you’d be right. As usual.


When a celebrity is killed in Salty Springs, local authorities want the crime solved quickly and quietly. I’ve got the quickly part down pat, but the quietly? Well, that’s another story. 


Ballerina Serena Flowers was my childhood idol. The tabloids paint her as a simple diva, but it seems her life is much more complicated than that.  Serena has more secrets than Victoria’s spring catalog, and digging into the lives of her and her movie star boyfriend will require the help of Liam, the grouch and a teen hacker by the name of Felonious.  


As we all know, asking Felonious for help comes with a price.  This time, it might be more than I can pay.

Lucky and the Crushed Clown



Lucky Boucher never has to go looking for trouble. Trouble finds her just fine on its own.


What do a dead clown, an elephant, and a black cat have in common?

If you guessed me, you’re getting really good at this.

The circus has come to town, y’all, and I couldn’t be happier if I were twins. Unfortunately, because of a recent development with the grouchy ex-FBI agent that has become my shadow, I have to sit this one out. That is, until a clown is crushed by Lola the elephant, and not by accident. That’s when Miss Haddy, the oldest and most rambunctious resident in all of Salty Springs, calls me in to help find the killer.  

As it turns out, circus folk aren’t very welcoming to outsiders, so there’s only one way to identify the culprit—go undercover.  As a bona fide knife-throwing, cat-wielding performer.  Sounds like a dream come true, right?  Well, as with the majority of my endeavors, this exploit doesn’t exactly go off without a hitch. In fact, this time there are stitches involved.  Not in good places.  And not just for me. 

But the big question remains: Do I catch the killer?

You’ll just have to brave the series of wild mishaps that is my life to find out.  

Lucky and the Drowned Debutante



Lucky Boucher never has to go looking for trouble. Trouble finds her just fine on its own.


What do a turkey, a maze, and an inflatable flotation suit have in common?


As usual, just one thing. Me, Lucky Boucher. 


It’s a standard Monday, and in my life that means I’m performing a product test that would make most people faint and stumbling upon a dead body in the process.  In fact, I float right over it. 


Dahlia Hayes is the fiancée of a notorious arms dealer, and now she’s toe up in the biggest lake in town. If that weren’t bad enough, she has past ties to Liam.  He’s the grouchy ex FBI agent who has become my sidekick. That or I’ve become his. Some days, I can’t tell which.  However, for the first time since we started solving crimes together, Liam and I find ourselves on opposite sides of the proverbial fence. Getting to the bottom of this murder is going to be tricky.


Things are heating up fast here in Salty Springs. I’m just not sure which is running higher in the case of the drowned debutante—the stakes or the tension. There’s only one way to find out, though—jump right in. 


And I’m just the girl to do a cannonball into the middle of it.

Lucky and the Electrocuted Ex




Lucky Boucher never has to go looking for trouble. Trouble finds her just fine on its own.


What do a strand of Christmas lights, cowboy boots, and a runaway crab have in common?


Would you be at all surprised if I said me?


I didn’t think so.


Well, Salty Springs holiday season is in full swing and things are off to an amazing start. Right up until Momma Leona and Beebee show up at my door a week early, and they don’t bring good tidings.  


Gavin Rossdale (no, not the singer) is my ex, and by “ex” I mean ex boyfriend as well as my ex stalker. Somehow, he caught wind of my new address and he’s on his way to pay me an unwelcome visit.  Fortunately for me, he never makes it. Unfortunately for him, it’s because he’s dead.  His body is found not two miles from my house. 


And guess who the prime suspect is.


Merry Christmas, y’all! It’s fixin’ to be a memorable one here in South Carolina.  Better buckle your seatbelts. It’s liable to be a bumpy ride.

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