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Against My Better Judgment
(Mauzzy and Me Mystery, #1)
By B.T. Polcari
New Adult Contemporary Mystery, Romantic Comedy
Paperback & ebook, 298 Pages
September 16th 2020 by The Wild Rose Press


When freshman year at the University of Alabama draws to a close, Sara Donovan finds herself grappling with the same old question—listen to her head or follow her heart. What she ends up doing is purchasing an Egyptian souvenir funerary mask, and after a mysterious phone call, she's certain a ring of antiquities smugglers are operating in Tuscaloosa.

With finals never far from her mind and her return to 'Bama hanging in the balance, she should be studying. Instead she launches her own investigation to prove her mask is indeed a stolen artifact, and not a cheap trinket. When it comes time to snoop, Sara is more than ready, or at least she was until a hot new teaching assistant moves in next door.

Suddenly she learns things are never as they seem. Ever.

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Saturday - According to Sara
By B.T. Polcari

It is said that one can learn a lot about someone by what’s in their grocery cart. I thought I would give a little introduction to Sara Donovan, the main character of Against My Better Judgment, by helping her prep for a Saturday of errands. Below is a Saturday – According to Sara. 


I finished my breakfast of two vanilla yogurts and sat at the “kitchen” table to plan out the day. One of my weekly goals is to set aside every Saturday morn—I caught a glimpse of the clock—afternoon for running errands, including grocery shopping for the upcoming week. With fingers crossed, I dug my phone out of a bowl full of various-sized silica gel packets, the thingies that manufacturers include with their products to absorb moisture. I never throw those babies out and instead toss them in the bowl for future emergency purposes. In today’s case, a desperate attempt to extract the water my phone absorbed when it drowned in the toilet last night.

I shut my eyes in silent prayer and squeezed the “on” button.

A black screen of cracked glass stared back. Crap.

I tried it again, this time crushing the poor button with my thumb, like a desperate ER doctor performing chest compressions.


I dropped the beleaguered phone into my purse, took a notebook and pen out from my backpack, and began writing.

To Do
1. Phone store
2. Water Mrs. Majelski’s plants
3. Grocery store
  • Roach spray – 2
  • Fire extinguisher – 2
  • Kitchen towels (fire retardant?)
  • Freezer bags, gallon size for OCD Tissue System, patent pending by Sara Donovan
  • Freezer bags, quart size for OCD Tissue System, patent pending by Sara Donovan
  • Mauzzy food (get the good stuff this time – no more hissy fits)
  • Mauzzy treats (see above note)
  • Hand sanitizer – large
  • Travel hand sanitizer – 5
  • Antiseptic wipes – 2 tubs
  • Band-Aids
  • Antibacterial ointment
  • Aloe vera
  • Glass casserole dish w/lid
  • Yogurt cups – 28
  • Ramen – 14
  • Coffee – 2 boxes
  • Chicken noodle soup – 7
  • Cream of mushroom soup – 14
  • Green beans – 7 large cans
  • Shredded yellow cheese – 7
  • Popcorn – 2 boxes
  • Diet cola – 2 packs
  • Water – 1 case
  • Cooking wine, white – 2
4. Mail speeding ticket payment

I reviewed the list. When I got to item four, I made a mental note. Burn this list when you get home lest it falls into the wrong hands when packing up for the summer. As in Dad’s big paws. There are some things the man never needs to know. Ever.

I tore the page out of the notebook, grabbed my purse, and headed for the door.

“Okay, Mauz. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

Mauzzy, who was on his back with head hanging off his recliner chair, cracked open an eye. He considered me for a second, then closed his eye and went back to snoring.

“I’ll miss you too.”

I opened the door and stepped out into the Tuscaloosa sunshine, rehearsing my story for the guy at the phone store. I settled on the phone sliding off the counter into the sink and a bowl of water. I hated the thought of telling him a little white lie, but no way I was going to fess up to it falling into the toilet. He’s already heard that one. Like two weeks ago.

About the Author

Ever wonder what retired business executives do after they have put in years of effort for society and decide it is time to hang up their hat? Perhaps strolling along the country club’s fairway, or lounging on a 50-foot yacht?

Alas, B. T. Polcari is unlike your typical retired executive. Empty nester and Scarlett Knights alum, Polcari is still learning the meaning of “retired” while feverishly typing away on the next new book idea, smashing the fuzz off the little green tennis ball, or blasting bowling pins for a perfect game. Yes there is a boat, but not one that comes with its own crew; this retiree prefers to bustle along a serene lake in a quaint single seat Sunfish sailboat.

Perhaps the only time BTP can be found in a quiet moment is while enjoying the morning company of two family dachshunds over a newspaper and cup of coffee. B. T. Polcari currently resides in Chattanooga, TN and is thrilled to be fulfilling a childhood dream of becoming a published author.

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