While Ms. Schroeder thankfully adds more than enough love scenes to satisfy even the most ardent erotica fan, her touch is delicate and her characters have enough depth to make the book about more than just bodies coming together on paper. It is a joy reading a book by an author who can actually write, and write well. This is book that any fan of romantic suspense needs to read very soon, you will not regret it.  
MICKEY, You Gotta Read Reviews

With a smorgasbord of juicy intricate details, the plot is a feast for the reader’s soul and a marvel the storyline could come together so seamlessly with no loose ends, no stones left unturned, no slow spots and no insulting solutions. The fearful tension begins with the first sentence and only steps aside for the intensity of the sexual tension… an absolute must read.

Karen Haas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews, Five Stars, O Rating

Night Owl Romance Reviewer Top Pick!
Melissa created so many twists and turns in the killer’s identity that by the end I was like no way. Her Mother’s Killer is definitely a recommended read and praise for Melissa in keeping the action and suspense throughout the book. Melinda - Night Owl Romance 5/5

… an interesting plot, full of twists and turns and suspense. Melissa C., Fallen Angel Reviews

I loved this book! It was incredibly suspenseful – my heart was still pounding after I finished reading it…It all fit together really well and I’m looking forward to reading more from this author. This book was my idea of a perfect romantic suspense. Bonnie Jean- Five Hearts, The Romance Studio

Whenever I find a title by Melissa Schroeder, I just can’t pass it up. She writes characters I come to care for and about. Their lives become real to me and I NEED to find out exactly how they will get their ‘happily ever after’…HER MOTHER’S KILLER is a riveting, stand-alone story from the talented Melissa Schroeder. JJ, Enchanting Reviews

Mano stared at the full, round ass sticking out of his mother's fridge and stopped dead in his tracks. Clad in a Hawaiian-print sarong, it swung from side to side keeping beat with Brother Iz on the radio as the owner apparently looked for something to eat. His gaze roved down her legs to her bare feet. White skin. Not his sister, that was for sure. His attention traveled back up to her rump. A connoisseur of female rear ends, Mano thought this one particularly fine. Heart-shaped and just the right amount of flesh. It was just the kind of ass he liked to grab hold of.

Lust curled in his gut as he stepped into the kitchen. He padded up behind her as quietly as possible. His eyebrow rose as she sung along, using Hawaiian words like she were Kamaina, or local. Hmm, must be one of his sister's friends, all of whom were over the age of consent. His lips curved and his body heated with anticipation.

"Good morning." His voice was abrupt.

She screamed and raised her head, thunking it on the inside of the fridge. He chuckled as she turned around. He took stock of her features and found them to his liking. Long red hair clipped on the back of her head, medium height, and gorgeous hazel eyes. Mano's gaze slipped down her body and he felt all his blood head south.

The T-shirt she wore was knotted beneath her breasts, emphasizing them and showing him a delectable belly button. Her hips matched her ass. Not too full, but rounded and feminine. He could just imagine taking them into his hands as she rode him.

"Mano?"

He looked up when she said his name but never got further than her full lips. Damn, the woman was a treat he would be glad to unwrap and eat.

"Mano, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Oh, that was brilliant. "Do I know you?"

She laughed. Not a tinkle of a laugh, but a full-throated belly laugh. The sound of it shivered along his nerve endings.

"Naw. I just know your name and you practically lived at my house before you went to the Air Force Academy." When he still didn't say anything, she quirked an eyebrow. "You know, I don't think Pop ever forgave you for going Air Force."

He blinked. Then blinked again. "Daisy Burton?" Oh, there was no way this luscious piece of woman was knobby-kneed, computer geek Daisy.

"Most people don't call me that name without being hurt, but I'll give you a second chance." Her sarcastic tone stoked a memory of the girl, too smart for her own good, with a quick mind and a dry sense of humor. It had been years since he'd seen her or her sisters, but he never expected the geek to blossom into a knockout.

As he took another inventory of her looks, he saw her mother's coloring and her father's stubborn chin. Mano knew he should keep them in mind when looking at her, but all he could think of was pulling all that red hair out of her clip and running his hands through it. He'd love to see it spread out on his bed.
Dammit.

"Dee? Good Lord." He took a step back. Then another. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She swung her hip to shut the fridge door. He tried not to notice the little sexy move but that was just not working. Damn, the girl had gone and grown up on him.

"Well, it sure is nice to see you again, Mano. Been, what, eight years and all you can say is 'what the hell are you doing here'?" She twisted off the cap to her water and gestured toward the table with her head. "Leila and I went shopping at the Aloha Swap Meet this morning. Doing some Christmas shopping."

He noticed a pile of plastic shopping bags in the center of his mother's kitchen table and then he remembered his sister telling him she was going shopping with a friend. She didn't say that her friend was Daisy Burton. And she definitely didn't tell him that Daisy had turned into a woman with breasts the perfect size for his hands.

She stepped forward and for a second he panicked. He didn't know if he could handle Daisy up close and personal. Lusting after Mr. Burton's pride and joy was just sick. He'd kill Mano if he even knew he was thinking about stripping her bare and licking her from her toes on up. Or that he would like to sink his cock into her, feel her muscles clamp tight. His balls ached and his dick grew hard. Wearing only boxers, Mano knew she could see his erection unless she was blind.

She stopped within inches of him, so close her breasts grazed his bare chest. He sucked in a breath and drew in her scent. Something musky and sensual. His cock twitched at the thought of her wearing her perfume and nothing else. Well, except for him.

Leaning forward, she placed a hand on his chest. A wave of heat spread through his blood. Her hip grazed the head of his penis. He could feel her breath on his ear and closed his eyes trying to think of something else. Something that didn't involve her. Like ice water...or who won the 1963 World Series, or something like that.

But, with her near, it was impossible to think about anything but the warm woman heating his blood. His senses spun, his mouth went dry and he had to fight the urge to grab her and drag her to his room.
"I just wanted you to know," her voice was whisper soft and husky, "we bought some malassadas and they're on the table." She stepped past him and her laughter drifted back to him.