Are you an only child? How many siblings do you have?
I was an only child until the Bears adopted me, and I became a big, little sister to my brother, Baybee. Big, as I’m older than he is, little, because he is over seven feet tall. And furry. His poor esthetician. His last waxing appointment took eight full hours. I wouldn’t give him up for all the porridge in the world.
Tell me about your friends?
Who has time for friends? I sometimes hangout with the guys from the station, but to be honest, I don’t have anyone I feel close to, with the exception of Baybee. Oh, and Joe White. My boyfriend. Can’t imagine why I forgot to include him…
Do you have any bad habits?
If you ask my boss, Captain Jingleheimer Schmidt he’d tell you I have a bad habit of shooting bad guys. But really, he just doesn’t like doing the paperwork. And I never plan to shoot anyone. It just sort of happens, especially in a city where villains run rampant, pilfering candy from babies.
Is there anything you don’t eat?
Porridge. I hate the stuff. It’s always either too hot. Or too cold. That and it has the consistency of snot.
If you could go back in time for one day, where would you go?
I would go back to the night Jack and I broke into a brownstone in a wealth neighborhood. It was both the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. The best because the brownstone was owned by Judge and Mrs. Bear, and after the Judge sentenced me to Juvie for six months, the Bears took me into their family, and loved me like their very own daughter.
This was also the worst night of my life, as I realized Jack, my first love, was nothing more than a coward, who jumped over a candlestick, and out the window, leaving me alone to face trespassing charges. I haven’t seen him since.
Have you seen any good movies or TV shows lately?
I really like that show, Dancing with the Villains. That Ugly Duckling sure moves like a swan.
What is your idea of Happily Ever After?
I’d like to find a way to be comfortable in my own skin. People have all these expectations on who I am, and who I should be. I would like, if just for one day, to be me. To wear jeans and a sweatshirt rather than blood-stained pantsuits. To forget about using the flat iron each morning to tame my curls and instead let them run riot around my head. To stop following the rules. But then I remember what Judge Papa Bear always says, only villains have the luxury of ignoring the rules. I’m not villain. I’m a cop, with a killer to find.
BIO –
J.A. Kazimer lives in Denver, CO. When she isn’t looking for a place to hide the bodies, she devotes her time to playing with a pup named Killer. Other hobbies include murdering houseplants. She spent a few years stalking people while working as a private investigator before transitioning to the moniker of WRITER and penning over 15 titles. Visit her website at jakazimer.com and sign up for her THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MURDER Newsletter.
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CUFFED: A Detective Goldie Locks Mystery – Buy Link
Detective Goldie Locks isn’t looking for just the right bed. Or any bed for that matter.
She’s on the hunt for a killer.
When she discovers the fingerprints of a once-upon-a-time lover, a man who jumped over a candlestick and out a window to leave her facing some serious trespassing trouble alone, at a crime scene, she vows to see him in handcuffs.
Jack B. Nimble has other ideas.
He threatens her adoptive family if Goldie doesn’t help him clear his villainous name, much to the chagrin of her current boyfriend and quite possibly the next mayor, Beau White, the fairest man in all the land.
Trying to prove his innocence turns out to be harder than she expected, especially when Jack refuses to aid in his defense, and instead, starts a campaign to ‘win’ her back. Goldie might be a blond, but she’s far from dumb enough to fall for his charms a second time.
Or so she tells herself every time his lips meet hers.
The deeper she plows into the rabbit hole and Jack’s soul, the more she learns about his motives for returning to the city—Destroying her perfectly crafted life.
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