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by Erin McCole Cupp

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REVIEWS Critical Reviews and Praise for Don’t You Forget About Me: “Don't You Forget About Me...is a rollicking fun and exciting cozy murder mystery.  I found it genuine and fascinating in every way: the characters, the setting, the plot, and the twists. The author's strong and clever command of the written language makes this book an entertaining page-turner. Don't You Forget About Me is well- plotted with never a dull moment. From a narrow escape from a window, to a gunfire-in-the-woods scene, this novel will have you reading with bated breath. Fans of Christian fiction will particularly enjoy the elements of faith that add to the richness of the story without hampering the plot. Fallen away from the Catholic faith of her childhood, Cate  encounters not preaching, but simple, strong faith in action, even in the face of deadly adversity. I recommend this highly-enjoyable, cozy, clean, lively mystery to all readers!” Therese Heckenkamp, award-winning author, Frozen Footprints “Mary Catherine Whelihan leaves her hometown-- and the gruesome memory of discovering a dead body-- to become a successful author. When she reluctantly shows up for her class reunion, she finds herself running for her life. Don't You Forget About Me is a quirky, fun, mystery-romance that will tickle your funny bone while making your hair stand on end.” AnnMarie Creedon, author, Angela's Song “This captivating murder mystery made me laugh, cry, and crave Italian food; ‘80s pop tunes are still stuck in my head. If you like mysteries that offer a good mix of suspense and science, don’t miss this book.” Barb Szyszkiewicz, "Franciscan Mom" www.franciscanmom.com “As a reader whose preferred genre is non-fiction, I hardly expected to find myself so completely engrossed in Don’t You Forget About Me.  The book has all the elements of a good novel, with its principal charm resting in Erin McCole-Cupp’s affable and believable characters.  I read Don’t You Forget About Me in a single sitting, and then put the book down with the wistful feeling of someone departing a gathering of friends.”  Celeste Behe, writer “It's easy to identify and sympathize with protagonist Cate Whelihan as she returns to her hometown and faces not only the classmates who bullied her in school but also her junior high sweetheart and fellow nerd, Gene.  But before the might-have-been couple has time to ponder the what-might-yet-be, scary things start to happen. Suspicious deaths. High incidence of cancer among Cate's classmates. Living in denial  by some.  Fear of speaking out by others. Should Cate and her ex even bother trying to help the people who rejected them so many years ago?  Readers will be chuckling one moment  as Cate tries to wisecrack her way through social awkwardness, and biting nails the next as she faces threats, corrupt police, and the business end of a gun.” Daria Sockey, Author, ‘The Everyday Catholic's Guide to the Liturgy of the Hours’ "I could not put the book down! What a fast-paced, intriguing, captivating story line - full of surprises! The characters are so very real ... Do yourself a favor .... crack open your copy of Don’t You Forget About Me. You will be glad that you did" Mike Seagriff, Author

EXCERPT “Doesn’t signing in at the Technology Annex check-in desk blow the whole cloak-and-dagger bit?” I asked.  Gene furrowed his brow for a moment. “I’m not looking for cloak-and-dagger. I just want to buy enough time to get some answers and put a stop to whatever is making people sick. But Mary Catherine—I don’t know what kind of wasp nest we might be kicking at here.” “Nice image.” My stomach knotted. Gene gently but firmly grasped me by my upper arms. "I’m not kidding. If what our coffee shop friend said is true...” I picked up where he trailed off, “Then Walkerville wasps carry some pretty wicked stingers.” Gene nodded. “I’m willing to give it all to find the truth. I’m not sure I want you to.” He was right. This wasn’t picking up rocks in Quaker Creek and looking for water pennies. This was digging up what two potentially deadly forces—Big Pharma and The Mob—wanted kept buried. I forced myself to look directly into his eyes. “Search softly,” I said, “and poke with a big stick.”