If her husband turns up alive—she’ll kill him! Finding Fiona by Donna Fasano #WomensFic #Mystery #mgtab @DonnaFaz @mimisgang1

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Women’s Fiction with a Mystery Twist


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If her husband turns up alive—she’ll kill him!
Explaining to the seriously sexy cop why she hasn’t noticed her husband has been missing for three days is both embarrassing and sobering. But the day Fiona Rowland lifts her head above the churning chaos of kids, carpools, and a million things to do, annoyance turns to fury…then to worry. Where is Stanley?
Having one of those wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee moments changes the way a woman looks at things: marriage, money, family, and friends. And when her best pal from high school arrives (packing her own secrets) to lend support, it turns out even the past isn’t quite what it seems. Scrambling to make sense of the drama unfolding, Fiona discovers there’s an upside to having your whole world turned upside down. It’s easier to grab the good stuff.


A delightful mixture of women’s fiction, chick-lit, romantic comedy, and mystery, Finding Fiona has something for every reader. The discussion questions included at the back of the book make this the perfect novel for book clubs and reader groups.



Excerpt from FINDING FIONA:


Later that evening, she went up the stairs with a glass of merlot in hand. She loved this time of night. The errands had been run, the chores were finished, the kids were settled, the house was quiet, and she could change into her soft jersey pj’s and slip between the sheets with a good book. She could count this as another successful day. The only thing keeping it from being perfect was that Stan had missed spending time with the kids at dinner.

On her way down the hall, she stopped to look in on Sam.

“Don’t stay up too late,” she warned.

“I won’t.”

“You finish all your homework?”

His eyes didn’t budge from the TV screen. “All done.”

“Okay.” She looked at him in silence, unable to believe he was already as tall as his father. Nearly all grown up. “Turn that off soon.”

Impatience flashed in his grayish blue eyes. “All right, already.”

Fiona chuckled. “You know my primary objective is to annoy you, right?”

He shook his head, offered her a half smile, then gazed back at the video game as he murmured, “’Night, Mom. Love you.”

“Right back at you. Good night, honey.”

The door of Cassie’s bedroom was closed, so Fiona knocked softly.

Entrez!” French was one of Cassie’s favorite subjects.

“Hey, there.” Fiona offered her daughter a smile when she twisted around in her desk chair. “I was going to bed and wanted to say good-night. But I just realized I didn’t ask how study group went. Is everything all lined up for the project?”

Cassie sighed, the impatience in her expression making Fiona feel she was looking in a mirror. It was peculiar how her daughter had taken after her, from the golden-brown hair and the hazel eyes to the slightly upturned nose and long fingers. Sam, on the other hand, had inherited his father’s auburn hair, thick and burnished, and his expressive steel-blue eyes.

“Emily didn’t bring her stuff, as usual,” Cassie said. “I’m searching for her information now. But we’ll be ready.”

“Hon, I wanted to talk to you about Emily.”

Fiona remembered how her own self-esteem had been affected by having a best friend who’d been more physically developed than she. Fiona had spent years feeling inadequate. She didn’t like the thought of Cassie viewing herself as somehow lacking simply because her hormones hadn’t fully kicked in yet. Seemed a mother-daughter discussion might be called for.

Excitement danced in Cassie’s eyes. “Oh, everything’s okay, Mom. We talked after study group. Emily said that after I left school today, Johnny was asking her about me.” Cassie grinned. “Way cool, huh?”

It took Fiona a fraction of a second to realize her daughter wasn’t in need of a bolstering lecture on her sense of self-worth. “Yes, sweetie,” she said softly. “That is way cool. ’Night.”

“Love you, Mom.”

“Love you, too.”

Alone in her room, Fiona set her wineglass on the night-stand, moved the pillow shams to the chair, pulled down the spread, and folded it neatly at the foot of the bed. She tugged down the bed linens, made herself comfortable, tucked the blankets around her, and then reached for the new paperback she’d just bought, a cozy murder mystery sporting a calico cat on the cover. She was reading page one when Sam arrived at her door.

“I forgot about these.” He came to the side of the bed and thrust several papers at her. “Coach said the school’s insurance company needs signatures from both parents. You need to get Dad to sign ’em when he gets home.”

“His poker games usually run pretty late, but I’ll try to wait up for him.”

Oh, there’d be no trying about it. Fiona planned to wait up, all right. She wanted to know why Stan had missed their family dinner. If he didn’t have a good excuse, he was in for an earful, new clients joining the firm or not.

“You both need to sign,” her son repeated. “Or I don’t get to run in the next meet.”

“I understand.”

Alone once again, Fiona took a deep drink of her wine, set the glass aside, snuggled down into the pillow, and opened the novel. She yawned. Every night of the week, it seemed, she went to bed exhausted, but Tuesdays were especially grueling.

The words on the page quickly began to blur.


*  *  *


Fiona awoke with a slow, deep inhalation. Stretching her legs, she opened her eyes, and blinked several times. She felt as if she’d only closed them for a few minutes, yet sunlight poured through the window. Adrenaline shot through her as her gaze zipped to the clock. Damn.

Throwing back the covers, she sat up on the edge of the mattress. Everyone was going to be late.

“Stan! Cassie! Sam!” she called. “Get up. We’ve overslept.”

She was out of bed and at the bedroom door, intending to rouse the kids, when her steps slowed. The room felt oddly empty. She whirled around on her heel.

Stanley’s side of the bed hadn’t been slept in. The insurance papers that Sam needed to have signed still sat on the pillow, undisturbed. Her stomach went queasy.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.


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About the author:


Donna Fasano is a USA Today Bestselling Author of over 40 romance and women’s fiction novels. Her books have won 3 HOLT Medallions as well as other writing awards and have sold 4 million copies worldwide.


A note from the author:

I do hope you enjoy Finding Fiona. Writing the book was an amazing experience for me. Oh, and please do take advantage of the 60% savings by preordering.


    1. Thanks for sharing Donna’s new release!

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      1. You’re welcome.

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