All I Want for Christmas is Johnny Rocket Dead! By Lillian Duncan
All I Want for Christmas is Johnny Rocker Dead! By Lillian Duncan
Murder, Mayhem & Christmas?
Murder, Mayhem & Christmas? Really?
On the surface, it may seem that murder and mayhem doesn’t necessarily go with Christmas, but I love weaving a Christmas story in with suspense and romance. Because of that I have several Christmas stories available—The Christmas Stalking; The Christmas Angel Thief; No Home for the Holidays; and A Christmas Stolen.
My latest Christmas novella is ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS JOHNNY ROCKER DEAD! How’s that for a title filled with murder, mayhem, & Christmas?
On that very first Christmas so long ago, God wanted to make sure he got the world’s attention. The star. The Magi. The sky filled with angels announcing the good news to the shepherds.
God still wants to get our attention. Sometimes God whispers to us, sometimes he yells, and sometimes it take an explosion to get our attention. Johnny Rocker doesn’t believe he needs God—until the moment his house explodes with him in it!
Bodyguard, Maddie Cotton wants nothing to do with Johnny Rocker or his problems. But when God sends her a clear message that she needs to help the man, she relents.
Together they must discover who wants Johnny dead or it might be his last Christmas!
Back Cover Blurb:
Johnny Rocker believes he’s doesn’t need anyone or anything—especially God because after all he is a rock & roll god. When the floor beneath his feet crumbles—literally—he hurtles toward a different truth.
Since the death of Maddie’s family, she’s run from life and love and become the best bodyguard she can be. But, with God’s help, she’s ready to step out of her comfort zone and into a different life. When her boss asks—no begs—her to take on one last job, she finds it hard to refuse. Someone is trying to kill mega-star Johnny Rocker. It’s Maddie Cotton’s job to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Even under Maddie’s protection the threats continue. As Christmas approaches the danger escalates—someone doesn’t want Johnny Rocker to see the new year, and they are willing to kill Maddie as well. Johnny and Maddie will have to set aside their differences and learn to lean on each other and God if they want to see Christmas day.
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Merry Christmas to all!
Lillian Duncan…turning faith into fiction.
Even though her books cross genres, they have one thing in common, faith-based stories that show God’s love—and lots of action. OK—that’s two things. She believes in the power of words to change lives, especially God’s Word.
EXCERPT:
I AM.
He ignored the voice. This was one of his favorite rooms in his mansion. Johnny Rocker’s gold and platinum records and posters—of him, of course—as well as old movie posters, decorated the walls. Because after all, it was the theater room. Music blared from every speaker in his mansion, including this room. His music, of course, because he was a rock and roll god.
I AM
Probably a trick of the acoustics.
I’m not losing it. Everything’s fine. He poured another drink and sat. His fingers ran across the buttery-soft, brown leather of the recliner. Nothing but the best for Johnny Rocker. Who’d have ever thought that poor little Zeb Walker would be sitting in his debt-free mansion? He could afford anything he wanted these days. The good life. He had it all.
People loved their rock and roll gods.
I AM
The door opened before Johnny could yell at the unseen voice. “Well if it ain’t Stan the Man.”
His manager of eight years glared. “What are you doing up here, Johnny? The party’s downstairs. Everyone keeps asking, ‘where’s Johnny?’”
“I know where they are, and that’s why I’m up here.”
“Very funny. Now get downstairs. The reason we’re having the party is so you can prove you’ve still got it.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I’m Johnny Rocker.”
“Let’s go, Johnny. Now.”
“That’s not my name.”
Stan rolled his eyes. “You’re in one of those moods again. Fine. I’ll call you Zeb if that makes you happy. So, Zeb. Downstairs. Now.”
“I don’t know when you became my boss.”
Stan grinned. “When I made you your first million.”
“Right behind you,” Zeb said, but Stan was already gone. Apparently even a rock and roll go—
I AM
He looked at the glass in his hand. No more of this if it made him hear voices. He walked toward the door.
BOOM!
What was that? The floor below him disappeared.
I AM, the voice said again as Zeb hurtled through the floor.
