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THE BOOK TOUR

ROAD TRIP! The Mutt Mysteries Authors are travelling to Williamsburg, VA. Sunday, October 17, 2021 from Noon to 4 p.m. Book warehouse of Williamsburg. 



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THE IN-PERSON TOUR: Meet the Mutt Mysteries Authors: Saturday, August 28, 2021 from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. at The Attic at East Beach, 9555 Shore Drive, Norfolk, VA 23518, a coastal Gift and Boutique shop.  

In attendance: Maria Hudgins, Teresa Inge, Heather Weidner and Jayne Ormerod. 

 Books available for purchase and author signature:




THE BLOG TOUR: 

August 18 – Novels Alive – GUEST POST

August 18 – My Journey Back the Journey Back – CHARACTER GUEST POST

August 19 – Ascroft, eh? – CHARACTER INTERVIEW

August 19 – Maureen's Musings - REVIEW

August 20 – Brooke Blogs – SPOTLIGHT

August 21 – My Reading Journeys – REVIEW

August 21 – MJB Reviewers – SPOTLIGHT

August 22 – Sneaky the Library Cat's Blog – CHARACTER INTERVIEW

August 22 – FUONLYKNEW - SPOTLIGHT

August 23 – Author Elena Taylor's Blog – AUTHOR INTERVIEW

August 24 – Christy's Cozy Corners - REVIEW, CHARACTER GUEST POST

August 24 – Sapphyria's Book Reviews - SPOTLIGHT

August 25 – Reading Is My SuperPower - GUEST POST

August 25 – Cassidy's Bookshelves – REVIEW

August 26 – Literary Gold – SPOTLIGHT

August 26 – I Read What You Write – REVIEW, AUTHOR INTERVIEW

August 27 – Diane Reviews Books - GUEST POST

August 27 – Celticlady's Reviews – SPOTLIGHT

August 28 – Laura's Interests – REVIEW

August 28 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – SPOTLIGHT

August 29 – BookishKelly2020 – SPOTLIGHT  

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