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Scolding Blake – A Doubtful Death Teaser

I followed Blake to the second floor where he turned immediately to the first room on the right.  But when he slipped his key into the hole we realized quickly the door was already unlocked.  Giving me a warning glance, I nodded and grabbed tight to my reticule, my handgun inside, then waited as he slowly eased the door open.

The lights were on and we heard movement coming from what I assumed to be the bedroom.  I followed Blake as he made his way in that direction and I had to wonder if he had his own weapon. 

Suddenly the door swung wide and I was surprised when my eyes met the doe-eyed ones of the woman from the funeral.  Hers widened in terror as she backed into the frame and put a hand to her chest, clutching a handful of her black cotton mourning dress.

“Who’re you?” she asked on a pant, then, “I’m not a thief.  I have a key.  I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“Is that so?” Blake said, tone laced with accusation, “Then maybe you’ll tell us who gave you that key and why you’re in a dead man’s apartment?”

We all paused a moment, a three-way standoff, then the girl dropped her face into her hands and began to weep bitterly, shaking and wailing. Blake and I stood there staring at her before he glanced over his shoulder with an expression of panic. “You might have been a tad more gentle,” I scolded as I stepped in front of him to put an arm around the crying woman so I could lead her to the couch to sit.

NOTE: This is an unedited excerpt, so please forgive any errors.

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Sessums Snap Snippet #2: A Bootlegger in a Bordello

Today’s “Sessums Snap Snippet” is super cool because it’s connected to my C.H. Sessums books AND my Olivia Hardin books!

This handsome couple is Marcella and Guy Chadwell... but they're not nearly as innocent as they look. In 1917 Marcella Raspberry went to work at a department store in Port Arthur, Texas.


She was a very poor but rebellious girl who liked to drink beer and had several tattoos.... pretty shocking for the earlier twentieth century.  She noticed a regular customer at the department store always had a purse full of cash, had a car and chauffeur.  When she learned the woman owned a bordello, Marcella decided to rent a house on the west side of Port Arthur where she installed several “ladies of the night” to work for her.

In 1921 Chadwell came into her bordello, swept Marcella offer her feet, and married her! Guy’s rich father had given him a speedboat for his 21st birthday so when Prohibition hit, he used it to run bootlegged liquor on Johnson’s Bayou in Louisiana... and if you've read my small town, beach romance Love & Found as Olivia Hardin, you might remember that Simoneaux Bayou is the fictional version of JOHNSONS Bayou!  (if you like romance you can check those books out here -----> Love & Found.)

In 1925 Guy was shot when he got into an altercation with police, but rumors said his death was part of a plot cooked up by a competitor named Rusty Woodyard... and interestingly enough, Rusty's wife was a bordello owner too!

Marcella gave her husband a grand funeral before his body was taken back to Cameron Louisiana for burial. And she kept her bordello open for 25 years until authorities finally shut her down.  A young Steve McQueen even worked for her bordello as a bouncer years before his acting career.

Marcella lived to the ripe old age of 94 and is said to have cared little about what people thought of her… with one exception...

She almost always wore long-sleeved dresses to cover the tattoos on her upper arms!

Today's Snap Snippet was a surprise to me!  I just happened to run across this fantastic story on the Facebook page for the Museum of the Gulf Coast in Port Arthur, Texas.  If you're ever in that area, be sure to check it out. I'm proud to say my hubby was the founding director of the museum which chronicles the story of my beloved hometown.


A different kind of Christmas – Lufkin, Texas

So Christmas came late for me and my mom, sister, nieces and nephews.   But despite COVID and other life issues, we all managed to gather for a full day of fun this past weekend in Lufkin, Texas.  If you've never been there is so much to do!  Check out the Lufkin Convention & Visitor's Bureau for all the fun you can have in this cute town.

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We met first for lunch and gift exchanging (in the pics above you'll see a fantastically cute gift my sis made for me... perfect for a writer!)  After that, we headed to the Ellen Trout Zoo where we saw lions... no tigers or bears, but a rhino, lots of peacocks and two gorgeous bald eagles.

Our final stop was the Naranjo Museum of Natural History.I was almost afraid we would have to abandon the hubby there because he was a kid in a candy store exploring his educational roots (he majored in anthropology, paleontology and zoology!) The museum was really well done because they provided both advanced information as well as more basic text for children and those without a Phd.

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Then on Sunday, we had a huge surprise that was the icing on the cake for my "final" Christmas weekend of this holiday season... we had snow!  Now, this might not seem a huge deal to some, but I grew up in a part of Texas that rarely had snow and even when we moved here to East Texas, that sort of weather has been rare.  It was a lovely event that was perfect for a lazy Sunday where we could all just veg out in front of the fireplace, then venture out in short bursts to enjoy the beautiful white landscape.

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History Streaming with Mystery

In about 2010 the hubby and I began the sometimes fun, sometimes exhausting, oftentimes ill-planned, converting of our old storage building into what we now affectionately call “The Bunkhouse.”  It took quite a while to get it fixed up right, but when we did we discovered how much we LOVED being in there.

That began our almost weekly forays into “stay-cationing.”  We would take the pup(s) (then it was just the little corgi, but now we have a second bigger dog) and would spend the night in The Bunkhouse over the weekends.  We would tune out most of the world, light up our Amazon Firestick to stream movies and series.  A lot of those were mysteries and I thought I’d share a few of my absolute favorites with you.

Foyles War

We caught a few episodes of this even before the Bunkhouse, watching it on PBS.  Then when we began streaming I discovered they were ALL available on the Acorn Channel, so we went back to the beginning and watched them from the start.  These are fascinating because they take place in war-time England so you get a fascinating mix of the history of that time combined with the mystery.  And the relationship between the main character Foyle and his driver/assistant Samantha Stewart is so much fun.  Their tenuous relationship grows through the seasons until he becomes almost like a father to her.  I highly recommend checking it out. 

Midsomer Murders

The great thing about Midsomer Murders is that it’s a long-running series that you can stream for free (with commercials) from IBDb.  Barnaby is a Detective Chief Inspector in the cozy county of Midsomer where they seem to always have some interesting murder investigation. These are fun episodes with lots of little quirky twists and turns along with a cast of suspects.  Grab the popcorn and start binging this one today.

Under Military Law

If you’re interested in something really different, check out this Russian mini-series.  Set during WWII, this one is part war movie and part mystery, with undertones of intrique and romance throughout. You won’t know who the good guys and the bad guys are until the very end.  Yes, this one is actually in Russian with English subtitles, but highly entertaining.  There’s only one season available now, but a second has been produced and I’m just sitting on pins and needles waiting for it to become available on Amazon.


This is a brand-new favorite the hubby and I found just a month or so ago. It only has one season (so far) but it recently got picked up by PureFlix for the second season. The coolest thing? It was produced in connection with the church my husband and his sons attended when they were young. There is a strong Christian theme to these episodes, but the mystery is there too and it takes place in Texas! What more could you ask for?

So, when you’re not reading, what mysteries have you been binging lately?  Comment below and share your favorites.

Sessums’ History Snippets: The Texas Rangers

I had the basic mystery story set in my mind for The Case of The Texas Ranger even before I decided it would feature an old Texas Ranger. Sometimes inspiration takes us by surprise!

Most of us from the Lone Star state grew up revering the prestige of the great Texas Rangers.  My husband worked with some of them during his time as an arson and fraud investigator early in his career.  I got the idea for Templeton Gorham partly from watching the Netflix movie The Highwaymen starring Kevin Costner and Woody Harrelson (if you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.)  The movie chronicles the tracking down of Bonnie and Clyde in the late thirties.

After watching the movie, I was interested to know more about Frank Hamer, the ranger credited with their killing, so I found a book called Texas Ranger: The Epic Life of Frank Hamer, The Man who Killed Bonnie and Clyde.  The book was a fascinating study of the man from his youth to his death.  What was most interesting to me was the fact that Hamer was known for his protection of blacks against lynching. The book is full of tales of his efforts to stand between violent mobs and prisoners in his custody.  Later, he also fought continuously against the KKK and their rackets to control cities and counties.

In the early 1900s, Hamer befriended a young son of an ex-slave and sharecropper.  Mance Lipscomb went on later in life to become a renowned blues singer, guitarist and songwriter, but he often talked about his early life following him around Navasota, Texas.  He spoke highly of Hamer saying, “He wad’n no piece a man, he was a whole man.”   The character Alonzo was inspired by Mance Lipscomb.

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Sessums History Snippet: The New London Explosion:

The upcoming JD Pierson mystery, The Case of the Texas Ranger starts with a tragedy in East Texas when a school building explodes in the small town of New London, about 25 miles west of Tyler, Texas.

The story of the New London School explosion is true, though the characters I’ve created in reference to the terrible tragedy are all fictional.  The school district of New London was one of the wealthiest, even though the Depression was raging.  The oil boom in that part of Texas boosted local revenue, and in 1932, the school was built at a cost of $1 million or about $18 million today.

Despite urgings from the architects, the school district decided to install gas heaters in the building instead of a boiler.  Then, in 1937, the district terminated its natural gas contract and decided to tap directly into Parade Gas Company’s residue gas lines.  This wasn’t unusual in the area, and because the gas was considered to be a byproduct that was simply flared off by the company, they simply overlooked the practice. 

On that fateful day, a Thursday, students in grades first through fourth had left the school early.  Reports differ, but there were approximately 500 students at the school when an instructor turned on an electric sander, thereby sparking the explosion.  Witnesses reported that the walls bulged and the roof lifted up before falling back down.

Help poured into East Texas from all around, and Tyler’s own Mother Francis Hospital did indeed open their doors early to treat the injured children and adults.  Of the 500 or so persons in the building, only about 130 walked away without serious injury.  Estimates of the dead go as high as 319.

The story of the New London catastrophe was reported all over the world, and one of those reporters was a very young Walter Cronkite.  This was one of his first assignments, and he later is quoted as saying, “I did nothing in my studies nor in my life to prepare me for a story of the magnitude of that New London tragedy, nor has any story since that awful day equaled it.”

The cause of the catastrophe was found to be a leak in the connection to the gas pipeline that allowed the fuel to build up throughout the building without notice since it was odorless and colorless.  Later, and in part because of this tragedy, an additive was put in natural gas so that leaks could be discovered quicker. If you’re ever in East Texas, there is a little museum dedicated to the tragedy.  I’m told that until not long ago, one of the children who survived the event served as a docent and gave her own first-person accounts of the experience.  You can also see their website which includes some haunting personal accountings from the time.

Photo from the New London Museum site.

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Get your first look at The Case of the Texas Ranger!

Howdy! The Case of the Texas Ranger is still getting its final round of edits, but here is an “unedited” teaser for you. Enjoy then be sure to preorder your copy do you get it as soon as it releases in a few weeks.

The house was mostly dark, though there was a light in a small building off to the left of the main house.  J.D. turned to me, “You’ll find Temp’s man, Alonzo, living in that little house there.  He can help us get Temp up to bed.”

“Judas Priest, J.D.,” he growled as he got out of the car on his own, “I’m not on death’s door,” yet as he tried to make his way up the stairs to the front door of his home he stumbled and Dad had to lend him his shoulder.

I rushed towards the smaller house to find the person called Alonzo, but before I could get there I saw a dark man hurrying into his overshirt as he leaped off the little porch towards us, “The ranger done got hisself drunk again?”

I shook my head as I fell into step with him, “No he’s gotten himself shot.”

“Well, that done woulda been my next guess.”

“Does he get shot often?”

“Often ‘nough, Miss…”

“Oh, my name is Pierson.  I presume you’re Mr. Alonzo?”

“Yes’m.  Just Alonzo.”

“And I’m Jenny.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Jenny.”

I tipped my head in greeting and he offered me a crooked smile.  I noticed he walked stiffly as if he had at some point suffered a back injury.  Still, when he got to his employer, he tucked his arm under Gorham’s and took his weight, grunting as he helped him into the house.

My dad dropped back, letting the two of them go ahead and up the stairs.  We stood side-by-side, our faced tipped up to watch.  They disappeared into a room at the head of the stairs, while we continued to stare at the open door where they’d gone.

I winked one eye closed when I heard a series of growled expletives, then smiled when I felt Dolly come to stand beside me, her body leaning into my leg.

“Jenny, why are you and Dolly here?” Dad asked, suddenly sounding concerned.

“You checked out of your hotel,” I noted.

He grunted and nodded, then turned and went towards an anteroom to the left of the staircase, “I wanted to see Temp… I needed to see him.  And when he invited me to stay here. Seemed the thing to do.”

After a few seconds I followed after him, not much surprised when I saw him pouring himself a drink.  He swallowed it down quickly while I glared at him down my nose.

“I’m drinking again.”

It was a stupid thing to say, as if it were some revelation that surprised him more than me.  I wrinkled my nose, sniffed, then took a seat, back ramrod stiff, “I can see that.”

Dolly moved to the center of the room, her dark eyes studying Dad intently for several moments before flicking in my direction to stare me down.  I had the impression she was concerned, torn between the two of us.  As if she sensed our dual unrest and wanted to make it better, but couldn’t.  I leaned down and rubbed my fingers together, coaxing her back to my side.  She peered over at him again, then lifted her fluffy backside off the floor and trotted to me. 

I scooped her up into my lap, both of us glancing over when we heard the clink of glass and saw Dad pouring himself another. “You know, when I came here I thought maybe I’d kill him myself.”

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This story ran amok… with a surprise visitor!

Although I plot my cozies, sometimes the unexpected happens.  So imagine my surprise when a little corgi made her way into the upcoming JD Pierson mystery! The Case of the Texas Ranger is coming this summer, but here’s a quick snippet for you to enjoy:

The last thing I expected to find when I arrived at the little Sears Roebuck model home that was my father’s was a puppy.  But that’s just what was waiting for me, the little mutt seeking refuge from the rain out on our front porch.

The furball was huddled into up tight against the door frame and cowered a little when I approached.  Bending over, I put my hand out to let the poor thing sniff me, then scratched her ear when she leaned closer.

“Where did you come from?” I asked, picking the creature up and carefully looking for injuries but finding none.  “You’re a sweet girl, aren’t you?” I said, though noted she was dirty and a little smelly.  But considering I myself was pretty much the same, I decided cradling her against my dress wasn’t such a big deal.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, then unlocked the door and stepped inside.  I kicked off my dirty shoes and hooked my hat onto the rack, then padded towards the kitchen to look for something to feed my little visitor.

After I dried her off with a towel, I placed her on the floor, then pulled out some cold cuts for her to enjoy.  It took her all of thirty seconds to finish those off, then she slurped at a saucer of milk with equal gusto.  The pooches’ legs were short, almost squatty, and she had enormous ears that stuck straight out from her head.  Her coat was black, white, and brown, or at least I thought it was under the layer of mud still coating her.

“I think you need a bath next,” I told her, standing up from the kitchen table. One glance down at myself reminded me that I needed one too.  I reached for the pup, tucking her comfortably under one arm and started for the bathroom.

“Gee whiz!” I exclaimed when the front door opened unexpectedly, my father bursting inside.  I’d been so intent on my little four-legged visitor that I hadn’t noticed the cab pulling up to the house.

He stomped his muddy feet on the floor mat, before fixing me with a wide grin and exclaiming, “H’lo there, Jenny Dee!” then he dropped his bag as he stripped out of his wet overcoat and tossed his hat onto the rack.  I stood there in silence, hugging the pup to me, unsure what to say. I suddenly felt vulnerable, horrors of my day steamrolling into me and threatening to knock me to the floor.  My father looked at me again, then his smile fell off his face and he rushed forward, panic in his expression, “Is that blood on your dress?  Are you injured?”

I was absolutely horrified when a little sob threatened to make its way up my throat.  Blinking against the tears I pushed past him towards the bathroom, “I need to get this little pup cleaned up,” I said in a rush, dashing out of his line of sight.

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The Errant Heirs Caper
The J.D. Pierson Mystery Series Book 1
by C.H. Sessums
Genre: Cozy Mystery
At a dime a dozen, I’m going broke handing out excuses for my dad.
The name on the door says “JD Pierson, Investigator,” but most days the chair behind his desk is empty. It’s 1936 and times are hard for everyone in Tyler, Texas, but it’s all I can do to keep the rent paid since Dad lost his way in a bottle of gin.
When JD suddenly shows a moment of sober coherence, I whisk him off to his favorite fishing lake in the hopes I can keep him off the sauce. I wanted Dad back in the investigator game, but having an old friend turn up dead was not part of the plan.
But when a swarm of heirs swoops in we’re left wondering if his death really was an accident, or if murder is how one of them means to cash in.
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The Killer Jack Mystery
The J.D. Pierson Mystery Series Book 2
A trip to state prison puts Jenny on the trail for a stolen necklace and right into the path of a killer…
The lights are just about to go out for good in my father’s PI office when I get an unexpected call from the state penitentiary. My mother’s only brother was sent up for robbery years ago, and now he needs Dad’s help to get his daughter out of trouble. It’s impossible for me to be sure that the pendant around Cousin Betty’s neck is stolen, but one thing’s for sure—she doesn’t want to talk about where it came from. When my cousin gets gunned down walking home and the necklace disappears, I realize I’m not only looking for a thief . . . I’m dealing with a murderer.
Can I track down the identity of a man named Jack in time, or will he disappear into the shadows, only to kill again?
The Case of the Texas Ranger
The J.D. Pierson Mystery Series Book 3
A Texas Ranger—a virtual relic from the past–walks into a bar… but it isn’t funny when he gets shot down on the street the moment he walks out…
Just like the doctors warned, Dad has made lots of promises about staying off the bottle. That doesn’t stop me from being disappointed to find him at the local speakeasy one night. The leathery, stout man at his table looks vaguely familiar, and I’m only a little surprised to find out he’s Templeton Gorham, former Texas Ranger. The governor shut down the Rangers years ago, but before that, Templeton was virtually a legend in his profession. He and JD are laughing over drinks like old friends, but later, when the three of us walk out into the night, gunshots pierce the darkness. Templeton is left lying in a pool of blood, and I’m left with a brand-new case on my hands.
When the victim won’t speak, can I find the answers to keep a killer from finishing the job he started?
C.H. SESSUMS is a pen name for USA Today Bestselling Author Olivia Hardin. While Olivia writes all manner of romance, C.H. scribbles out cozy mysteries set in her beloved state of Texas. Whether exploring urban legends from all over the lone star state or solving capers set in far off times, mystery meets history in all of her stories.
In real life, C.H. lives in gorgeous East Texas with her hubby and their two rescue dogs. Every weekend all four of them pile up into their bunkhouse to watch classic movies and listen to old-time radio.
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