Family Jewels by M.J. O'Shea Blog Tour, Excerpt, Guest Post & Giveaway!

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Hi guys, we have M.J. O’Shea stopping by today with the blog tour for her newest release Family Jewels, we have a great guest post where M.J. tells us of 5 plot genre’s she’d like to write, we have a brilliant excerpt to pique your interest and we have a brilliant giveaway! So guys enjoy the post and click that Rafflecopter link <3 ~Pixie~ 

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Corbin Ford, aka the Nightwatchman, named for the antique pocket watches he leaves behind at jobs, has been in the cat-burgling business for years. His father was. His grandfather was. His mother is still one of the most renowned thieves. Corbin likes his high-profile heists, priceless paintings from private collections, artifacts from museums, but his favorite? Jewels. Sparkly, beautiful jewels. If they’re famous, better yet.

 Interpol agent Luke Eldridge has one goal and one goal only: to catch the Nightwatchman. Luke’s been after him for months, but getting the slip time and again is getting embarrassing. Luke has never even laid eyes on the bastard, but he’d happily strangle him. And then arrest him.

When Luke meets Corbin, the man of his dreams, he falls hard and fast… only to catch Corbin red-handed with his hand in a jewelry case at the scene of the highest-profile murder that’s rocked the international world in years.

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5 Plots I’m Dying to Write!

Hi, this is MJ O’Shea with a quick post 🙂 

One of the things I do when I’ve finished a book is I sit down and think of the books I’d still like to write, genres, plots, things that I may never do but are still really interesting to me. These are ones that I’ve been wanting to do forever…and one that’s about to get checked off. Maybe not for the only time.

Regency — The manners, the gowns, the balls…Mr. Darcy. Sigh. It’s always been a favorite, and other than a little short story, I’d really like to try my hand at it. If only to indulge myself haha.

Historical Paranormal —  I actually have a pretty…convoluted plot already in my head and no matter how much I twist it around, it really just isn’t contemporary. But I think it would be fun to mix some urban fantasy with a historical setting and maybe a little bit of the next one as well. I know I’D like to read that lol.

Secret Society — The league of extraordinary gentlemen…and badass chicks of course. I will absolutely have to write one of these someday. I’m totally fascinated by the existence of these societies, and always ready to listen to a good conspiracy theory about what global dominance they have planned. I have zero knowledge about any truth to any of it, but i sure do think they’re fun.

Treasure Hunt —  This one… well, after pining from afar since I basically started writing, I’m finally working on it:) and I’m having SUCH a good time, I highly doubt it’ll be my last treasure hunt book! Give me templars, secret passages, nazi gold, Indiana Jones, a map (especially one you have to fold in the right way to read) or any combination of the above and I’m so very happy.

Mystery — One of my actual favorite things is to watch Sherlock and try to guess where he’s going before he actually tells the viewers. Sometimes I manage! I think mystery writers are amazing, how they piece together clues and hints and characters. The game is afoot!  (hopefully someday soon)

That’s all from me for now…although I really have a longer list but these are on my shortlist:) I get all excited and want to start plotting them all at once. I need to stop while I’m ahead. There’s treasure to be found!

You can read the blurb for my most recent book, Family Jewels, below. And all of my info/links are there as well! I love to hear from people <3

Thanks for having me stop by,


MJ O’Shea

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London, March.

“We’ve got something you need to see, Luke. You’d better get over here now.”

Luke Eldridge sighed into his phone. He glanced at the slices of pizza he’d just picked up from a food cart down on the Camden Lock. Looked like there was more cold pizza in his future. Typical. Irritating, but typical.

“Where are you?” Luke asked. He dragged himself off his soft leather couch. It made a disgusting squelching sound. Luke turned and halfheartedly wiped the seat off. He was tired from the run he’d forced himself to take, wet, and starting to chill as heat escaped through his damp T-shirt. The last thing he wanted to do was get back into a suit and go out in the cold he’d just escaped from.

Rob, one of his oldest friends from his days in the FBI academy, rattled off a very upper crust Kensington address.

“Jesus. Is this one going to make the morning press?” Luke asked. People who lived at addresses like that tended to make the news. His job was always harder when he had a ton of panicking socialites breathing down his neck guarding their beloved possessions. He didn’t need them or the news vans outside his crime scene.

“Probably. I’ll try to put it off as long as I can, but you know how it works. Just get your ass over here. Waterman’s on my dick already.”

“Sounds unpleasant.” Luke chuckled under his breath. “Does that surprise you?”

“Not really.”

Didn’t surprise Luke either. Their division chief within Interpol Art Crimes was all about the high profile cases. Art, jewelry, anyone with a Lord or Lady attached to their name. Even the odd Sir here and there. Cases like that were good press for the agency, he always said. Probably more like good for getting his face on the camera. Waterman was a media whore extraordinaire. Usually Luke didn’t care, but when they were in the middle of trying to open a case, it kind of pissed him off.

Luke felt it would be better to deal with the press after they had some solid leads, or, you know, someone in custody, but far be it for him to correct Waterman. He’d spent the last eight years trying to overcome the hereditary American-ness Waterman deemed a deep character flaw. If he started correcting the guy now, he might as well sign his own pink slip.

“I can be there in fifteen minutes. Waterman won’t even be done fixing his hair for the cameras,” Luke told Rob. He was already in his suit pants and shaking out his dress shirt. It felt a little stale from a long day, but he wasn’t going to put on a new one for a late evening call. If all went well, Luke would be back in his sweats and on his couch in less than an hour.

“Try to make it ten. I’m not in the mood to get my skin pulled off a strip at a time.”

He sounded like his typical sarcastic self, but the tone of his friend’s voice was different. Worried, maybe. “What’s going on, Rob? What are you leaving out?”

“There’s something weird about this one. Might cause us a lot of shit in the near future if I’m right.”

“Are you going to tell me or play guessing games?” Luke wasn’t in the mood to play anything. All he wanted to do was eat some still-warm pizza, crawl into bed, and sleep for days—or at least until his alarm went off at six. He’d gotten way too little sleep lately. He hadn’t gotten enough sleep in years.

Rob cleared his throat nervously. “You need to see this for yourself. Just get here, man.”

Luke disconnected the call. He finished dressing, shoved one piece of his pizza on a paper towel, and grabbed his keys. He could eat it on the way without ruining his suit. Even if he spilled, fuck it. Luke wasn’t going to sacrifice one more decent dinner to the cause.

It had rained earlier, and the London streets were still slick and dark, half frozen in the early spring chill, but at least it was quiet. The air was close to freezing, too. Unseasonably low temps, but sadly not by much. After all the years he’d been in London, the winters still got to him, cold and wet, the kind that seemed to creep all the way into the center of his chest—nothing like his childhood home in South Carolina or even Virginia, where he’d lived and worked his first few years out of the academy. Sometimes Luke missed the old optimistic years at Quantico. These days it seemed like the cold was impossible to shake. It seeped into his bones and camped out until nothing he did could warm him through.

 I’m getting old.

The stone row houses slipped past, nestled together, dark on the outside like everything else, interiors shining and cheery against the insidious, creeping chill. Everyone who knew better was inside somewhere, enjoying dinner, relaxing with the people they loved. They didn’t look alone. He’d figured long ago his hopes for being one of them had probably passed. Luke loved his job, it was his life, but some nights he wouldn’t mind a break. Luke bypassed their unit’s Westminster offices in favor of going straight to the scene. He didn’t need anything but what he had on him. Hopefully he’d be in and out in time for the late news.

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About M.J.

I’m Mj O’Shea:) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.

I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.

When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I like sparkly girly girl things, own at least twenty different colored headbands, and I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.

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5 thoughts on “Family Jewels by M.J. O'Shea Blog Tour, Excerpt, Guest Post & Giveaway!

  1. Everything MJ O’Shea writes is so great, and she never writes the same story twice! Pick this book up, you won’t regret it! 😍

  2. Congratulations on the new release! I would love to own any First Folio edition of Shakespeare’s plays, and not only because of their value in money… Shakespeare is one of my favourite writers ever and own a first edition would be a dream come true.

  3. One precious thing I’d like to own? I’m not good at thinking stuff up on the spot but maybe some Egyptian artifact? I’d actually rather see a real live video clip from some ancient time. It would be fascinating.

  4. I would love to have my Mothers skillets. Why because they are cast iron and I watched and learned how to cook on them. They are (hope) seasons just right.

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