Welcome to my stop on the Cordially Invited Tour by Natasha Jackson.
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by Natasha Jackson
About the Book
You are cordially invited…
After a mishap involving a stripper and a coffin, event planner Lucky Gould-Bang is fired for the third time in three months. When a position for Post Conviction Coordinator pops up at the Bureau of Prisons, Lucky jumps at the chance with no clue what it involves. Finding out she will be planning recently re-instated executions, Lucky finds herself dealing with an ambitious Governor, smarmy detah industry executives, protestors and a spree murderer cum pastor on a regular basis, all while trying to do the Governor’s bidding by putting on ‘family friendly’ executions.
At the Governor’s request, to attend the execution of…
Madison Madigan is tired of everyone seeing her as Lil’ Maddie, First Granddaughter of the state of Illinois. She’s Governor now and she will do anything to win the office on her own merit, even if she has to rely on voters from the other party get there. She reinstated the death penalty over her Party’s wishes and now she’s determined to make it something everyone is talking about…and not because a run of the mill death by electrocution turned into a barbecue. Her key to winning is Pastor Bishop Parsons–will she commute his sentence or won’t she–now all she has to do is make a decision.
On this day at the following time…
Pastor Bishop Parsons doesn’t deny his sordid past. A former drug addict on Death Row for the spree murders of ten people. But twenty years into his sentence he is a reformed man; Pastor of the largest e-church in the country, fundraiser for the upper crust and media darling. He’s not ready to die and he’ll do anything he can to stop it…even invoking religion.
*I normally don’t post two star reviews on blog tour, and I won’t now, but I want to say that I love Natasha’s work and have read many of her other novels, but this one just wasn’t my cup of tea.*
If you would like to read my review you can view it here:
If you would like to here are the review I did for Natasha’s other novels:
BOOK 1: CONFLICT OF INTEREST
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00NGUFXYE
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00NGUFXYE
BOOK 2: A LITTLE BIT IN LOVE
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VCJPJF4
About the Author
N.D. Jackson BIO
Hey I’m Natasha! I’m originally from Chicago but I’ve lived all over the US and I’m making my way through Europe…and I love stories. I love to read them, to watch them and most of all I love to write them. I find people endlessly fascinating and frustrating, which makes for the most interesting stories!
I also love politics and true crime so in addition to writing romance, I also write political satire. It has been my dream to make a living as a writer since I was a kid and got lost in Judy Blume, The Babysitter’s Club and Sweet Valley High (is my age showing?!?!). When I’m not writing I can be found engaging in one-sided conversations with everyone from Rachel Maddow to the food I’m preparing, singing very loudly very badly and trying out new recipes from around the world.
I love to laugh, I gave my husband a sappy pet name and I think answers to most of life’s dilemmas can be found in an episode of Dawson’s Creek.
My first series, Mustang Prairie, is small town romance because I feel they offer a variety of fun characters whose lives are interconnected. It is based loosely on my college town, which was the smallest town I’ve ever lived in…Go Panthers!
My new novel, Cordially Invited is about my love of politics and how we as a society deal with matters of life and death.
“Goddamn this Bishop Parsons, why won’t he just die already!” The Governor was worked up this morning because convicted spree killer turned activist turned reverend, and Pulitzer Prize winning author Pastor Bishop Parsons had just given another interview. “How can he be so interesting when he spends most of his day alone in a fucking cell?” Madison sat down slowly in an attempt to calm down. She didn’t care what people thought of her, well other than voters, but she also didn’t want to appear too personally attached to this situation. Or, god forbid, emotional.
Parsons was granting interviews during his one hour of freedom each day, to anyone, hell everyone bold enough to make a request. His execution was already scheduled to take place in six months with the exact date to be determined later and Madison saw this for what it was, a pathetic attempt to strong arm her into commuting his sentence. Not while she still had breath in her lungs.
“I am not releasing him and I will not under any circumstances commute his sentence! How can I when I’m the one who lifted the moratorium?” She was talking to no one in particular, and no response was required but her Chief aide and Lieutenant Governor were sitting quietly across from her sipping their morning coffee, tea for the Lt. Governor because caffeine made him jittery. “That monster is going to die!” Madison realized she probably sounded like a cop in a bad movie, but she didn’t care.
Her aide Jessop, noticed how the light struck her squinting eyes as she screamed. It took away from her beauty, but he wished he could photograph her just then, because it so accurately displayed her thirst for power. “Let him plead his case all he wants Maddie. It’s your decision at the end of the day.” Jessop was the perfect aide. He was young, loyal, obedient, ruthless, and just handsome enough to be President.
“You don’t have to answer to the voters.” She hated that votes were all she cared about these days, but she was no longer in the position to be naïve about what was important. She may be fairly new to the job, but politics was in her blood.
“You’re right, I don’t.” He also knew when not to argue. “Let’s see if we can get a few reporters to do their jobs and remind the public of the 10 people he murdered.”
She revealed two rows of perfectly straight, but slightly coffee and tobacco stained teeth to show her approval. But she didn’t smile too long since Lt. Governor Bankton Sharken watched a little too closely. She turned her attention to Sharken. “Did you talk to Templeton yet?”
Sharken, frightened by her abrupt change in demeanor and tone, shook his head vigorously.
The Governor shook her head in disgust. The only reason she’d kept the old man on was to play the old boy’s card when she needed it.
“I did.” Jessop usually followed up on Sharken since he’d overheard him calling Madison an incompetent twit. “Said something about Parsons’ lawyer threatening him, apologized profusely and swore to chaperone all future interviews.” He rolled his eyes. Talking to Templeton was always a challenge. To compensate for his lack of education, the Warden often talked down to anyone below him on the totem pole.
This answer, as one might imagine, did not sit well with the Governor. “Templeton’s an idiot. Stay on top of him this week and make sure he fills that position.”
Jessop nodded. When she got this way—angry and paranoid and demanding—there was no reasoning with her. Once he determined that Madison no longer required his presence he returned to his office next door.
She focused a menacing gaze on her Lt. Governor. “What are you still here?”