Tai Randolph/ Trey Seaver Mysteries Series

Tai Randolph thinks inheriting a ramshackle gun shop is her biggest headache—until she finds a murdered corpse in her brother's driveway. Even worse, her supposedly respectable brother begins behaving in decidedly non-innocent ways, like fleeing to the Bahamas and leaving her with both a homicide in her lap and the pointed suspicions of the Atlanta police directed her way.   Suddenly, she has to worry about clearing her own name, not just that of her wayward sibling, and a shop chock-full of firearms doesn't help matters. Complicating her search for answers is Trey Seaver, field agent for Phoenix, an exclusive corporate security firm hired to investigate the crime. Trey is fearless, focused, and—much to Tai's dismay—utterly impervious to bribes, threats and clever deceptions. Still in recovery from the car accident that left him cognitively and emotionally damaged, Trey has constructed a world of certainty and routine. He has powerful people to answer to, and the last thing he wants is an unpredictable stranger "detecting" on Phoenix turf.   Tai's inquiry leads her from the cold-eyed glamour of Atlanta's adult entertainment scene to the gilded treachery of Tuxedo Road. Potential suspects abound, including violent stalkers, vengeful sisters, and a paparazzo with a taste for meth. But it takes another murder—and threats to her own life—to make Tai realize that to solve this crime, she has to trust the most dangerous man she's ever met.

Tai Randolph doesn't want to hear about homicide. She's had enough of the dark and the dangerous, and decides some time out of Atlanta is exactly what she needs to put the recent spate of corpses behind her. It's an idyllic vision—selling her wares  at the Savannah Civil War Expo, attending a few battle re-enactments, perhaps a little romantic rendezvousing with Trey, who has agreed to put aside the corporate security agent routine and join her for a long weekend in her hometown.   But in the South, the past is never past. It tends to rise again.   In Tai's case, it shows up as her tattooed heartbreaker of an ex-boyfriend, desperate for her help. He spins a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a stolen Civil War artifact that Tai agrees to help him recover. Suddenly Trey's on the case too, representing a competing—and well-moneyed—client with eyes on the same mythical prize. As the lovers square off against each other, Tai discovers that her complicated boyfriend makes an even more intriguing  adversary, revealing a ferociously competitive streak under his cool Armani exterior.   But where there's money, there's usually murder, this time involving the KKK and Tai's unapologetically unreconstructed kinfolk. As she unravels the clues to a 150-year-old mystery, she digs up secrets from her own past—and Trey's—forcing a confrontation with a ruthless killer, and with her own willingness to do whatever it takes to save everything that matters.

The dog days of summer have arrived, and Tai Randolph is feeling the heat. Running her uncle's gun shop is more demanding than she ever imagined. Her best friend Rico is competing for a national slam poetry title. And Atlanta is overrun with hundreds of fame-hungry performance poets clogging all the good bars. She's also got her brand-new relationship with corporate security agent Trey Seaver to deal with. SWAT-trained and rule-obsessed, Trey has a brain geared for statistics and flow charts, not romance. And while Tai finds him irresistibly fascinating, dating a human lie detector who can kill with his bare hands is a somewhat precarious endeavor.   And then just when she thinks she might get a handle on things, one of Rico's fellow poets is murdered . . . and Rico becomes the prime suspect.   Tai pushes up her sleeves and comes to his defense with every trick in her book—a little lying here, a little snooping there. Trey wants her off the case immediately. So does Rico. Every poet in Atlanta has a secret, it seems, and one of them is willing to kill to keep theirs quiet.   Will Tai's relationship with Trey survive another foray into amateur sleuthing? And even more importantly, will she?

It's taken almost a year, but Tai Randolph finally has her new life together. She's running a semi-successful Atlanta gun shop catering to Civil War re-enactors. Her relationship with the sexy if somewhat security-obsessed Trey Seaver is going smoothly. Most importantly, there's not a single corpse on her horizon, and her previously haphazard existence is finally stable. For a minute anyway. When a tornado scatters the skeletal remains of a Confederate soldier, Tai is asked to assist with the recovery effort. It's a job her late Uncle Dexter would have relished, as does Tai, especially when she discovers a jumble of bones in the Kennesaw Mountain underbrush. Her problem? The skeleton is not the one she's looking for. Her search reveals a more recent murder, with her deceased uncle at the top of the suspect list. As Tai struggles to clear Dexter's name—and save the shop he left her—she digs up more than old bones. Deadly secrets also lie buried in the red Georgia clay. Tai realizes there's a murderer on the loose, a clever one who has tried to conceal the crimes of the present in the stories of the past. And when the killer's crosshairs center on her, Tai must risk her own life to unravel two mysteries—one from a previous century, one literally at her doorstep.

Tai Randolph has several anniversaries under her belt. A year running the Civil War gun shop she inherited with its busy schedule of reenactments. A year together with Trey, her sexy if somewhat challenging ex-SWAT lover.   Tai is determined to keep her amateur sleuthing in the past, not just for her sake, but for Trey's. But before she can pop the champagne, an old nemesis returns with a diabolical scheme to ruin both her and Trey.   Soon she's deep in familiar troubles—a missing ex-boyfriend, a creepily literate stalker, a passel of stolen money—and back in Savannah, the hometown she'd hoped to keep forever in her rear-view mirror. She's forced to confront her messily unresolved past, including an uncomfortable reunion with her Uncle Boone, who's keeping secrets he'd rather take to his grave than reveal.   As a killer closes in, Tai has to decide if discovering the truth will be her redemption or her ruin. And she only gets one chance to get it right.  

Tai Randolph is no stranger to solving mysteries. With a taste for danger and a talent for amateur sleuthing, she has helped put an assortment of murderers behind bars, much to the displeasure of Trey Seaver, her partner in both romance and crime solving. A former SWAT officer with the Atlanta police department, Trey believes in letting the authorities handle complex matters like homicide.   But then the Talbot case flares back to life.   It was the crime that rocked Atlanta—actress Jessica Talbot shot dead in her Buckhead mansion and her husband, movie producer Nick Talbot, accused of the murder. It seemed an open-and-shut case…until a dirty cop's secret forced prosecutors to set Talbot free. Now, four years later, someone wants him dead, and the evidence points to the man most convinced of Talbot's guilt—Trey.   Talbot offers an irresistible deal—he'll keep Trey's name off the suspect list if Trey agrees to an interview. It's a chance for Trey to determine once and for all if Talbot really is a killer, but it could also expose secrets in Trey's own past, confidential information he has sworn to protect. Caught between his drive for justice and his need for security, Trey does the unexpected—he asks Tai to help him investigate.   It's a situation fraught with potential disaster, the kind of case Tai relishes. With Trey by her side—and both of them in a killer's crosshairs—Tai vows to use every trick in her slightly sketchy playbook to stop a vigilante murderer from claiming a fresh victim.

Tai Randolph is accustomed to murder and mayhem...of the fictional variety. As a tour guide in Savannah, Georgia, she's learned the tips are better when she seasons her stories with a little blood here, a little depravity there. She's less experienced in real life criminality, however, preferring to spend her days sleeping late and her nights hitting the bars. But when she gets the news that her trouble-making cousin has keeled over while running a marathon, Tai finds herself in a hot mess of treachery and dirty dealings. Worst of all, the clues lead her straight into the moonshine-soaked territory of the most infamous smuggler in Chatham County—her Uncle Boone.   "Trouble Like A Freight Train Coming" is a prequel to the Tai Randolph & Trey Seaver series originally published by Poisoned Pen Press. It's set in Savannah several years prior to the inheritance of Tai's Atlanta gun shop and her first encounter with security agent Trey, who ultimately becomes her partner in both romance and crime solving. For readers familiar with the rest of Tai's adventures, this story is a chance to watch her develop her sleuthing chops. For those meeting Tai for the first time . . . welcome to her slightly reckless, somewhat hungover, not-quite-respectable world.

Tai Randolph couldn't care less about fancy violins, not even multi-million-dollar ones.   She's at the symphony for strictly personal reasons, to celebrate her best friend Rico's current beau, a bassist making his debut with the Atlanta chamber orchestra. It's also an excuse to wear that red dress, the one her own beau—security agent Trey Seaver—has a particular fondness for, and to avail herself of the open bar at the after-party.   Unfortunately, things aren't proceeding according to plan. Though Trey is as fine as ever, he is uncharacteristically distracted by a clandestine assignment with AMMO, the Atlanta Metro Major Offenders task force. And then quicker than you can say Scherzo in B flat, Rico's on the phone with a big problem—a missing violinist—and a bigger problem—a missing violin. The legendary Brancaccio Stradivarius to be precise. And Rico's boyfriend is looking mighty suspicious. Schemes and subterfuge, bloodstains and betrayal, it's just another Saturday afternoon for Tai—former gun purveyor, current PI-in-training—as she tackles her very first case as an almost-professional gumshoe.