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By J.A ST Thomas

Stephanie Beroe knows owning a cannabis company is no walk in the park, but she didn’t know, she’d be fighting for her life. Artists by nature and pioneers of the industry, Stephanie and her husband, Remy, are the antithesis of corporate America, and that makes them markable. Courted by several fortune 500 companies a clash of cultures erupts like no other when Remy vanishes. Can their fierce bond of love deploy the out of the box skills necessary to combat the dark side of the one percent?

Walking a cool quarter of a million home in cash and hiding it in the laundry is a common occurrence, if not incredibly ironic and on the eve of much needed expansion amidst fast-paced market-oriented negotiating, flying-by-the-seat-of-your-pants financing, and potentially deadly card shuffling, they find themselves victim to corporate sabotage, or is there more to it than that, when Remy disappears?

While deep in the belly of America’s wealthiest social clubs, several billionaire members inspired by a false King, devise their own reality, bored with infinite resources, limitless power, and an unquenchable thirst for blood and global dominance, several CEO’s attempt to woo the Beroes’, and a clash of cultures ensues. 

On the verge of success everything begins to fall apart; led to believe a painful secret may be a reason Remy has disappeared. Stephanie throwis herself into the fire. The Beroes take on their biggest fear; losing not only each other but themselves.

This 420 page novel is accompanied by a you tube soundtrack, each chapter a song title for an additional sensory experience.

By J.A ST Thomas

Pot Luck a Homeschool Murder Mystery is a novella and the III Book in The Stephanie Beroe Chronicles.

"I should have known there’d be hiccups walking into the PTA meeting, first of all I’ve never been a parent until a month ago and secondly, I sell weed. To be clear, I'm a glamping version of the corner, drug dealer for sure. I'm not handing out dime bags or selling to minors, and considering it costs a minimum of over a million dollars to get into the cannabis industry these days, it's glamping on steroids. 

A newbie to parenting, except for our German Shephard, I’ve had little to no experience; I’ve never even babysat before. But when my husband’s sister was called on an archaeological dig of a life time, and couldn’t take her eleven- year- old daughter Imogene with her safely into Iraq, we volunteered as tributes. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that both Remy and I believe we can’t have children. The horrifying possibility, is that we were sterilized without our knowledge over a year ago by a real villain. I won’t bring myself to find out for sure, it’s just too much. Suddenly, something we’d never thought about, never mind discussed, has become very important. Children. The idea of it! Imogene is a great warm up. It’s only nine months. What could go wrong?

A pandemic? Seriously? Reconfiguring with the world in lock down and schools closing, I did what I do best, and made what we needed happen by creating a micro-school with four other women to ensure in-person instruction and socialization for Imogene and four of her friends during a time of mass isolation. But what seems like a great idea, begins to morph into a multi-layered recipe for murder that makes the cannabis industry taste indelibly pedestrian.

Literally, driven to micro-dosed, cannabis tea to survive the micro- managing text streams and embroiled weekly video calls from hell with the PTA group, it’s clear this gaggle of women are nothing short of dynamic but maybe not in a good way as their personalities unfold; a CEO of a cattle ranching family, heralded from Spanish nobility who has a vendetta against plant- based diet enthusiasts, a domineering, Christian missionary from California whose husband is a closet, flat earth - math teacher, a vegetarian, doctor’s wife with a dangerous personal secret, and a militant vegan, momtrepreneur. The challenge of pleasing everyone, the mom’s and the kids, is daunting among power plays and self- serving ploys that continually escalate due to forced isolation and preservation instincts. But the pot really begins to boil during a Halloween party, when we're secretly served cocktails made from bugs! 

I’ve seen a lot of crazy things as a veteran of one of the most volatile industries in the world, but this, takes the cake, as I become suspect when PTA ladies start turning up stoned and dead. Who knew one of the scariest topics known to women would be educating our kids!”

Release Date - December 2022