Posted in Giveaway, Guest Post, mystery, Review on July 25, 2023

 

 

 

 

Synopsis

 

Award-winning novelist Verlin Darrow delivers a standout thrill ride in his newest mystery, Murder for Liar, an engaging, enlightening, and entertaining novel of psychological suspense.

About Murder for Liar: Private investigator-turned-psychotherapist Tom Dashiel doesn’t know it yet, but he’s hurtling towards discovering where his threshold lies—the point of no return for his sanity. So begins a surreal spiral when George Arundel enters Tom’s Santa Cruz office on a Tuesday afternoon in April.

To say George Arundel is a puzzle is an understatement: the local psychiatrist who referred Arundel to Tom described him—rather astutely—as “a substantial challenge.” Working to treat the enigmatic Arundel, Tom soon realizes he has been tasked to treat a client unlike any he’s ever encountered.

But how is George Arundel related to the uncanny coincidences Tom begins to encounter? Are these mere coincidences…or something else? Could a young woman named Zig-Zag really be an angel? How could a dog—a rather cute one at that—reveal one of the most important clues? What’s the deal with that alluring, albeit mercurial, woman named Dizzy? And what’s Arundel’s connection to the escalating spate of unsolved murders plaguing the typically calm but always colorful Santa Cruz community?

Swept up in a perilous world where nothing is as it seems, Tom struggles to make sense of the decidedly dangerous, downright deadly scheme in which he has somehow unwittingly become a key player. Tom is about to discover that in this treacherous reality, the truth is far, far stranger than fiction…but the real danger is not knowing which is which.

Verlin Darrow has crafted an exhilarating, briskly paced page turner with a to-die-for plot in his latest novel. An extraordinary read that is alternately dark and lighthearted, tragic and comic, wildly entertaining and highly enlightening, Murder for Liar is one of those books destined to stay with readers after the final page is turned. Meticulously plotted, populated with a charismatic cast of unforgettable characters and bustling with twists and turns, Murder for Liar is a true standout.

 

 

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Praise

 

“The story has great pace, fun characters who you care about, plenty of twists, and narrative ‘personality’, especially with all of the psychology and spiritual references. Many good zingers, taut scenes, and punchy, believable dialogue. The mixture of a hard-boiled story line with a soft-boiled private investigator works well and the psychology–spiritualism element grabbed and held my interest.”-C.I. Dennis, author of the Vince Tanzi series. For Blood and Wisdom

“Verlin Darrow has a sense of plot and style that carries the reader forward into that special place of anxious expectation, the place where putting the book down is unthinkable.

Verlin gets us into the minds of people you wouldn’t want to invite for dinner. Fascinating.”-Richard House MD, author of Between Now and When. For Blood and Wisdom

“A kooky spiritual version of the Da Vinci Code. A good laugh with bad guys and good guys searching for Buddha’s reincarnation. There is a whooper of a surprise ending!”- Lee Kaiser, author of Towers of the Hungry Ghosts. For Coattail Karma

 

 

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Verlin Darrow’s Aphoristic Advice for Writers (And Others)

 

 

1)  Yield gracefully to what is.

We have a choice to either hunker down and resist being changed by what comes our way, or grow and evolve even as the ground underneath us shifts. Trying to maintain our historical sense of ourselves through thick and thin can be subtle, using psychological defenses, or it can be obvious, arguing away others’ point of view or freezing our development by drinking. If the world around us stayed the same, perhaps trying to limit its ability to influence us would work better. As it is, these attempts to make ourselves feel safe and secure are doomed. Impermanence prevails.

For writers, this means we have to surf the randomness and capriciousness of the publishing world, especially in regards to the end result of our efforts. It’s easy to adopt a subtle adversarial stance toward the folks who hold the fate of our careers in their hands. Why won’t they accept our query/submission of such a wonderful manuscript? What’s wrong with these people? The reality we sometimes need to accept is that our work may not be wonderful, after all. Even if it is, it may not be marketable in the eyes of people more expert than us about such matters. We may be doomed to never find an agent or a publisher. We may find ourselves disappointed, bitter, or in despair.

If we can yield gracefully—without a fight—to all of this, including our feelings and thoughts about it all, we can proceed in whatever is the best way possible. This might include fighting against the way things are. After all, pushing for social justice is often called for, and the publishing world could certainly operate in a more sensible way. But to be effective in endeavors such as these, we have to stop playing games in our head about the way things currently are. We can’t try to arm wrestle life into submission. It’s way bigger than us. It will win.

 

2) We are like complex, completed origami. Our task is to unfold ourselves and return to the simple, blank sheets of paper that we once were before we were us.

By this, I mean that writers need to find a way to step away from ego-based concerns, overthinking, biases, conditioning, and whatever else stands between us and our deeper selves. Our work will be more valuable to the world if we can invoke the universally shared part of ourselves—that which lies beneath our supposed individual selves.

In fiction, which I write, we need characters who readers can identify with—who seem real. We don’t need simulacrums of ourselves—projections of our personal agendas and issues. It’s one thing to explore a problematic aspect of a character that we share, but this needs to be guided by awareness. If we’re lost in the drama ourselves—if it simply represents us and not some universal aspect of personhood—why would it mean much to a reader?

 

3) Our thoughts are science fiction stories written by drunk monkeys.

Okay, maybe I should’ve said my thoughts are like that.

But I think all writers need to be suspicious of their thoughts. Just because I have the idea that my protagonist ought to be six-foot five doesn’t mean it’s going to work out for the best down the line. If we simply hold our thoughts as truth without paying attention to what our experience tells us later—without adapting or altering our original take on something, we’re selling ourselves short.

Thoughts aren’t real. They form, pass through us, and dissipate—if we let them. That’s their nature if we don’t do something to keep them rolling along.

There are other clues we can use to make the choices embedded in our writing. Writing doesn’t need to be a purely mental exercise. What about emotions—what seems like the right call based on our feelings about it? What about intuition? If we can get out of our own way enough, sometimes things bubble up from God knows where. Putting thoughts in their place—labeling them as mere thoughts—can keep us from being a slave to them.

 

4) We’re prepared by the journey to meet the challenges that await us at the destination.

The process of writing can be instructive on many levels—even transformative. By learning from the process—the journey from the first word to the last (edited) word—we give ourselves the opportunity to meet what comes next as an improved version of ourselves.

If there were a way to leapfrog over all the hard work of gaining skills and finishing projects, we’d find ourselves in a frontier landscape with no preparation for how to handle things. Having early manuscripts torn apart by editors, having to cope with our egos, having to rewrite incessantly until we’re so sick of our characters that we want to write a scene where they all jumped off an especially high bridge—these are why we write better now—with more peace of mind about how things turn out.

There are no shortcuts worth seeking. If serendipity comes our way and our task becomes a need for a sudden assimilation of success, so be it. It’s a gold-plated problem in many respects. But think about people who win the lottery—who are vaulted into a very different circumstance. There’s a much higher rate of suicide in this demographic, and on average, they’re broke after six years. They didn’t trudge their way into wealth, gaining insights and skills about it.

There’s a great deal of value in the journey—the process—as long as we’re willing to grow and learn from it.

© Verlin Darrow

 

 

Guest Review by Nora

 

Tom Dashiel has a problem. That problem is named George Arundel. George is a therapy patient that Tom has only recently started seeing, and already their sessions have gotten off to a rough start.

George is difficult to talk to. He’s laconic and refuses to give his new therapist any information about his past. Obviously, this is frustrating for Tom, who prides himself on his ability to get into any patient’s head, even the most difficult cases. However, when Tom finally does begin to make headway in these conversations he quickly begins to regret trying, as George soon reveals that the depth of his delusions are not only shocking, but that they have more to do with Tom, himself than the therapist would appreciate.

See, George believes that he has a destiny beyond what a normal human could comprehend. He thinks that he was put on this earth to find Biblical angels that have been reincarnated as humans, and awaken them to their own destiny. And that is why George is talking to Tom. He believes that the therapist is one of these angels.

At first, although Tom is surprised by this revelation, he is obviously not interested in taking it seriously. After all, George is only seeing him because he is severely mentally ill. But soon, Tom begins seeing things in his own life that make him question what he thinks of his own destiny, and soon he begins to wonder if George might be telling the truth.

Almost immediately when I started reading this, I knew that I was going to enjoy it but I didn’t know that by the end, it would end up being one of my favorite reads of the year, so far!

I loved the narration in this novel. Tom Dashiel’s character was so funny and easy to root for. I found myself really wanting him to unravel the mystery at the center of this novel and somehow manage to get out alive.

I highly recommend this stunning read!

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Award-winning novelist, Verlin Darrow is a psychotherapist who lives with his psychotherapist wife in the woods near the Monterey Bay in northern California. They diagnose each other as necessary.

Verlin is a former professional volleyball player (in Italy), unsuccessful country-western singer/songwriter, import store owner, and assistant guru in a small, benign spiritual organization.

 

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Posted in Cozy, Giveaway, Guest Post, mystery on July 23, 2023

 

 

 

 

Death in the Woods (Rev & Rye Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Setting – New England
Brain Mill Press (July 11, 2023)
Number of Pages: 415

 

Synopsis

 

Misty fall weather should make for an idyllic walk in the New England woods and a needed respite from Reverend Wanda Duff’s duties. She’ll just take a stroll with her dog, breathe in the cool air, and remember that she loves her job and doesn’t really long for a life of solitude, even when the quiet red-and-gold patch of forest tempts her with it.

But she should’ve known she couldn’t really catch a break.

She only saw his hand—cold, palm up. In the twilight, everything else was indistinct. And even as Wanda said a prayer for the dead man and called for help, she couldn’t shake the feeling of another presence, one that would compel her to follow a path out of these woods to find a killer.

But ever since Wanda and her friend Rye solved a murder together, no one has wanted the reverend to take on anything more dangerous than choir practice. She has no choice, really, but to carry the news of her discovery directly to no-nonsense Assistant Principal Rye, who understands because her own life was upended by last summer’s investigation. Rye’s own life is upended, period.

Unfortunately, solving the murder of drama teacher Jonathan Thorne isn’t an undertaking Wanda and Rye can accomplish without involving their ever-widening circle of family and friends, which means that in addition to investigating, they have to resolve a few personal problems of their own. The truth is, nothing happens in a quaint New England town without everyone noticing. Without everyone speculating. Without everyone talking.

Without everyone knowing a killer is among them.

Wry humor, twisty sleuthing, and what Jane Willan (author of the Sister Agatha and Father Selwyn Mysteries) calls “punchy writing” and “fall-in-love-with-me characters” in “the enjoyable setting of a newsy small town” come together to make Death in the Woods a perfect one-sitting read.

 

 

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Hello there. I’m Hardy Rye. My daughter, Prudence Rye (she only goes by Rye, if you want to keep on her good side, and I promise, you do), told me she has too much paperwork to finish up before school’s out for break to write this, and her friend Wanda Duff, who might also shed some light on the goings on around here has to write a sermon. They deputized me to do the work for them. Rye and Wanda thought this real funny since I was sheriff for many years.  Luckily, after years on the police force, I’ve cultivated a Zen like patience for the women in my life.

Rye would call on bull me being “Zen” about anything important, I’m sure, but that’s most likely due to the fact that she doesn’t love living back home again. She just came back from over a decade in Austin to take care of me last year, and although she’s built herself a nice little studio apartment in the old barn out back, it puts a damper on her social life. I told her I can’t help it if her partners all seem to like my cooking so much that they end up at my place more often than hers!

I have tried to give my girl some space though. She’s sharp as a tack, and she has a good heart, and although I’d never want her to stay on my account, it’s nice having her back. I only saw her once or twice a year when she lived in Texas, and now, it’s close to every day. It would be hard for a father not to appreciate it. She and her friends keep me young.

Of course, the fact that she and Wanda keep finding people whose deaths need investigating is keeping me on my toes too. Those two sure have a knack for uncovering mysteries my replacement seems to miss. I don’t have anything against Ryan Phennen – he does the job well, but he’s got a lot on his plate, and his attitude toward Rye and Wanda sometimes leaves something to be desired. Frankly, I don’t know what Wanda sees in him. They’ve dated on and off for a few years now, and it’s an explosive combination. Wanda’s the spark, and he’s a powder keg with a mighty short fuse.

She and I have started seeing more of each other since Rye’s been so busy, and I find Wanda’s company to be a balm. Though she’s rarely relaxed, and she always has her antennae up scanning for folks who might need her help, she makes me laugh, and she loves my cooking. She’s always reading a new book. They’re not all mysteries – she seems to have a real passion for learning new things.

I used to drive Rye up a wall when she was younger, making sure she knew as much about gardening and keeping house as she did cleaning and firing a gun, rebuilding a car engine, and baking a pie. She learned everything I taught her, but she didn’t have the same drive for knowledge that Wanda does. Rye’s mother was like that too – capable, and fiercely independent. When Rye wants to know something on her own accord, she will tear down heaven and earth for the answer. She didn’t inherit my tact either, but you will not find a more passionate educator. Rye loves those students through all the ups and downs life throws at them, and I couldn’t be prouder.

She and Wanda make a formidable team. If anyone can find out who left that body back in the woods, it’s the two of them. Of course, I’m going to keep my police scanner on, because if anyone could get themselves into trouble finding out who left that body back in the woods…it’s also them.

 

 

Excerpt

 

It was only Wednesday, and Wanda already felt over-clergied for the week. All morning she’d fielded calls about adjustments to the upcoming budget to accommodate a rotating homeless shelter that wanted to use their church one month a year. Her little flock was firmly in favor of opening the facilities for fifteen unhoused people, but they wanted to do it on a shoestring budget that wasn’t realistic unless every member planned to contribute meals, toiletries, and a lot of time.

Tony, her music director, and Lisa, the church administrator, who’d been pushing Wanda for months to write more website content, both disagreed with everything she wrote about the project for the unhoused, Halloween, All Saints, Thanksgiving, and probably New Year’s if she had gone that far, though she had not. The usually cheerful staff was moody as a middle school youth group.

Wanda and Lisa’s relationship had been strained since the spring, when an investigation into a drug ring at Fair Havens Assisted Living and Rehab had put Lisa’s three-year-old within arm’s reach of a desperate gunman. Wanda didn’t blame Lisa for having a hard time bouncing back, but it made the office chillier.

Tony, one of Wanda’s dearest friends, was rarely snippy—at least not with her—and not about something so trivial. She knew he had a new boyfriend, and although she thought it was going well, maybe something had happened between them and she’d been too busy to notice and inquire. It wouldn’t be the first time. As adept as Wanda was at sorting out problems for her parishioners, she could be clueless with friends. She expected them to stay the same and give her sanity markers in her constantly changing profession.

By three thirty, she decided to take her Jack Russell, Wink, on an extended walk for a mental reset before the evening council meeting. They’d circle the high school grounds, head up the trail behind the parking lot, into the woods, on to the cross-country course, and finally home. She’d give Wink his dinner, then head back to the church with yogurt and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to inhale before what would inevitably be a long night.

As Wanda pulled up her hood to shield herself from the light November mist, she could hear the cheers of a paltry crowd. Whoever heard of Wednesday afternoon football? Wanda knew that kids seemed younger every year, but these players looked painfully small.

A yellow school bus stood against the curb with the door accordioned open. Wink saw every open door as an invitation. “Wait!” She pulled back, but it was a retractable leash.

“Come on in, little fellow.” The driver gave the dog a broad grin. ‘Come’ was one of Wink’s favorite commands, and he was up the stairs in a second, dragging Wanda to the door with his nineteen pounds of determination.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, trying to catch her balance.

The man chuckled. “Can he have a treat?”

“Certainly, although he would happily scour the bus for dropped snacks.”

A practically German Shepherd–sized milk bone appeared, and Wink laid down right where he was and started chewing with delight, holding the biscuit between his two front paws.

“I’m sorry for barging in,” Wanda said, and reached out her hand. “Wanda Duff.”

“I’m Ben.” He looked in his early fifties, less paunchy than most commercial drivers of her acquaintance, and bald by choice.

“Is this the Middlefield Junior Varsity team playing?”

“Freshman football.”

“Oh, I thought they were . . .”

“Small? Yep, but tough. And before you start quoting statistics about concussions at me, I’ll tell you I’d rather see these boys playing in a defined freshman league than desperately pushing themselves into JV.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his passion. He must hear questions like hers often. “I love football,” Wanda said, “but it’s true that we know more about its lifelong impact on the brain than ever before.”

He nodded gravely. “Makes me glad more kids are getting into track. Fewer injuries, and it’s not as expensive for families, you know? But sports—that’s what makes a kid grow up right, knowing how to be a team, how to win and lose.”

Wanda smiled. “Do you like driving a school bus?”

“I love it. I drive Uber and airport limos before and after my shifts, but this is where my heart is. I’m probably more of a ‘dad’ here than I was with my own boys, but that’s divorce for you.”

Wanda, two-time loser, knew something about that. “Do you have a lot of trouble with bullying?

“Not on my bus.”

Wink was licking his paws with a self-satisfied tongue, and she could see him judging whether more treats were possible. “Thanks for Wink’s treat. Now we need to walk it off.”

“Have a nice day, Reverend Duff.”

She and Wink already had turned toward the tennis courts. Reverend? Was there nowhere she could hide?

Behind the school, there was a ropes course and a few climbing walls. As she headed in that direction, she could hear what sounded like a zoo, or possibly a commercial wild animal park. She craned her neck. It was the marching band. The brass was out and tuning up. The percussion was being carried across the parking lot. Wanda counted four bass drums, at least a dozen snares, several quad sets, three kettle drums, and multiple cymbals. If she took this route again, Wink might need noise-cancelling headphones.

The clarinets were drifting in—perhaps it was the instrument of choice of the perennially late. The drums had started with a cascade of intricate rhythms, though, and a steady unison crescendo of beats poured forth like a heartbeat. She could feel it coming up through the pavement. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Then it was cut off. The sudden silence was almost alarming.

Wanda shook herself and checked her hearing aids. Maybe she would turn them all the way down for the rest of the walk. She could use a break from listening to what everyone needed from her. She stroked the covers gently, recalling her splurge—autumnal colors with delicate gold vine tracing, and an amber enamel maple detail that coordinated with her gold curled-leaf earrings. When she was at her desk, they even matched her gorgeous crimson readers.

As silence descended, she let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

It was a liminal space, this trail through a strip of forest between the school and the back of a nursing home. As Wanda and Wink tramped over the fallen leaves, the darkness settled in rather suddenly. Autumn was a lonely time, but she came here to feel alone. Close enough to the road for most people to hear a truck cough, a car engine turn over, and the distant honking pilgrimage of geese, though for her they were whispers. Closer were the thin, sighing sounds she could imagine with her eyes—a chipmunk’s hasty flight from its wild, small fears, the crunching of the carpet of detritus beneath her own boots, and, far above, a few yellow leaves stirred by the wind, thick, brittle, castanet, ready to let go.

After the time change, the fingers of darkness would gather evening in early. She and Wink walked slowly, savoring these early October days with slanted light and chill breezes. He stopped to sniff every few steps, occasionally wrenching her arm out of the socket to scare a rabbit. Although they often came here, she was struck today by a sudden feeling that they were not alone. Probably a deer watched her, wondering which way to run, or a coyote—a danger to house cats, but not to them. Wink caught her unease and whined at her.

She scratched behind his ears. “It’s okay, Wink. Pretty soon, though, we’ll have to give this path up until April.”

Wanda shook herself like Wink coming in from rain and tried to regain the buoyancy she’d soaked up from the football players, friendly bus driver, upbeats of the practicing band, even the sudden heart-stop on the drums. No one was lurking—no one was watching.

And then she saw the hand.

It was white against a brown pack of leaves, palm open, fingers curled. Wink pulled toward it. Early Halloween prop, dropped from a backpack. Wanda took shallow breaths, glanced around, and stepped closer. Dark mound, clothes, dark . . . hair.

“Hello?” Her hand clenched around Wink’s lead, keeping him close.

She knew a young man who lived rough out here, but this wasn’t Dave. Wanda could tell that, even from the distance of a few feet.

“Hello?”

No answer. Wanda crept forward and crouched down. At the office, she had Narcan and knew how to use it, but not on an afternoon walk. No. She touched the hand.

It was cold.

Too late for Narcan if this was an overdose. Wanda’s eyes filled with tears.

And then she felt it very strongly—the presence that she had felt before. Someone watching. Her hair stood up on the back of her neck.

She stood up and backed off, fumbling for her cell phone while scattering doggie bags and tissues from her pocket.

“Nine-one-one. How may I assist you?”

Wanda’s hands were clumsy as she turned her hearing aids up so they could connect to her cell. “I’ve found a body.”

“What’s your name?”

“This is Wanda Duff. I’m walking my dog behind the high school, and I found a body. It’s so cold.” Wanda forced herself to inhale slowly through her nose. She could feel panic welling up.

The dispatcher’s voice was crisp. Wanda clung to the woman’s calm authority. “I’m sending units to you now. Stay on the line please.”

Wanda’s throat constricted as she spun in a circle. “I think somebody’s out here with me.”

Wink started to growl.

“Can you give me a more exact location?”

She could hear sirens. “Trail from the parking lot behind the school. Maybe a quarter mile in.”

“The police will be there shortly. Do not hang up.”

Wanda forced herself to kneel, to stroke Wink’s warm body. It steadied her. “Wait. I have an alarm.” She fumbled in her deep pockets, and more dog-walking paraphernalia dropped out. She finally found the little SLFORCE Personal Alarm antirape device and switched it on.

It was a deafening sound. She was sure the band director could hear her and was irritated. The dispatcher probably had permanent auditory damage. Poor Wink. But the police detail would find her more quickly. She wondered if Ben could even hear it from where he sat with his newspaper.

Wanda suddenly realized though that she felt alone for the first time since she’d headed up the trail. She said a soft prayer of release, and a blessing for this person lying on the ground, for whatever life this open hand left behind.

 

About the Authors

 

Maren C. Tirabassi’s forty years’ experience in mainline ministry shape Wanda Duff’s professional life (but not her personality). Tirabassi is a former Poet Laureate of the city of Portsmouth, New Hampshire, and has published poetry and short stories in fifteen anthologies, as well as twenty nonfiction titles.

 

 

 

 

 

Maria Mankin, Maren’s daughter, has written five nonfiction books and a thriller, Circ (Pigeon Park Press). Rye’s dilemmas are influenced by Mankin’s ten years in education as a teacher and administrator. She holds a degree in Writing, Literature and Publishing from Emerson College.

 

 

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Paw and Order: A Detective Whiskers Cat Cozy Mystery
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Setting – Florida
Wright on the Mark, LLC. (May 23, 2023)
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 204 pages

 

Synopsis

 

What’s better than a K-9 cop? A feline detective. Detective Whiskers is out to prove himself, and keep his human from being framed for murder, or worse. He’ll need the help of his new animal friends and Sheila’s group of female sleuths. This cozy mystery set in a small town in Old Florida is purrfect for cat lovers and anyone who enjoys a fun beach read.

Who is really catching killers in Paradise Cove? It’s not the local police. The Paradise Cove Murder Society is getting the job done, with more help than they realize from a furry detective named Whiskers.

Sheila and her cat Whiskers are starting a new life in the perfect little Florida beach town that managed to avoid the big crowds, condos and chain stores. But as soon as they arrive the town has its first ever murder. Good thing Whiskers is a trained detective! Fred, Sheila’s husband of forty years, was a police detective who recently passed away, right before they were supposed to retire to the beach. After forty years of devoting herself entirely to being a good wife and mother she’s now left to put her life back together, but what kind of life will it be? In a fresh setting, and with some quirky new friends, she slowly begins to remember all of the dreams she had as a young woman. She has a second chance to chase those dreams, if she can stay alive and out of prison. When her next door neighbor is killed and the evidence points to Sheila, it’s time for Whiskers to step up.

Whiskers was Fred’s loyal assistant and he’ll need to remember everything he learned from his mentor to keep Sheila safe as she rediscovers herself. With the help of some unexpected new friends of his own Detective Whiskers sets out to prove to the world, and himself, that he is worthy of the shiny badge on his collar. If you love humorous cozy mysteries where pets take the lead and eccentric friends come together to solve crimes with just the right amount of suspense then the Detective Whiskers Cozy Mystery Series is exactly what you’re looking for.

 

 

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I’ve been asked several times why I choose to write mysteries with animals as the lead characters. The answer may be connected to my childhood.

At the age of ten I moved over 4,000 miles with my family from Alabama to a place I’d never been before — Scotland. And not Edinburgh or Glasgow, but a tiny village in the Highlands on the shores of Loch Ness. That’s right, the home of the world’s most famous monster. The World Hide and Seek Champion (sorry, Bigfoot). I was in the middle of one of the world’s greatest mysteries and it wasn’t human.

You’re probably saying that the Loch Ness monster isn’t real. I can’t prove that you’re wrong. But I can tell you that on my last visit back to Scotland there was another video sighting of ‘Nessie.’ That’s what the locals call her. Don’t ask me how they know Nessie is a she.

That wasn’t the only sighting this year. At last check, no fewer than three pictures or videos of a possible Loch Ness monster had been registered. The website LochNessSightings.com shows ten webcam sightings since 2021 and over 1,100 sightings overall. Somebody is seeing something.

My first sighting of the Loch Ness monster was on an episode of Scooby Doo. The episode called A Highland Fling With a Monstrous Thing was part of the third season of Scooby Doo, Where Are You? in 1978. In that episode Finnyan McDuff summoned the monster to scare away tourists. It didn’t work. Tourists flock to Loch Ness every year hoping for a chance to see Nessie themselves.

The tourist appeal of the monster is not showing any signs of fading away. Just this summer the Loch Ness Centre in Drumnadrochit reopened following an extensive and expensive renovation.

How long have these sightings been happening? The first one (that we know of) was reported by Saint Columba in the year 565 AD. The “water beast” recorded in the book Life of Saint Columba was responsible for the death of a man swimming in the River Ness. Personally, I have my doubts about this encounter because you would never catch me swimming in water that cold. But in the book Saint Columba faces down the monster, sending it deep into the water where it stayed for a very long time.

The sighting that started the modern day monster craze occurred 90 years ago in 1933. The Inverness Courier newspaper reported that Aldie Mackay, driving with her husband near where the Loch Ness Centre is now located, saw a “whale like fish” rolling in the loch. The newspaper article. Was titled Strange Spectacle in Loch Ness and said “The creature disported itself, rolling and plunging for fully a minute, its body resembling that of a whale, and the water cascading and churning like a simmering cauldron. Soon, however, it disappeared in a boiling mass of foam. Both onlookers confessed that there was something uncanny about the whole thing, for they realised that here was no ordinary denizen of the depths, because, apart from its enormous size, the beast, in taking the final plunge, sent out waves that were big enough to have been caused by a passing steamer.”

If you would like to look for the monster there are plenty of locals willing to help you, for a fair price. Regular tours of Loch Ness depart from at least three docks, including one that I walked past every day that I lived there. The boat operator was kind enough to place monster-shaped stickers on the window so that, if you didn’t get a picture of the real thing, you could point your camera at the water with the sticker in the right place and get a picture that might fool a couple of your more gullible friends back home.

You may also be able to get a seat on a boat scanning the depths of Loch Ness with sonar equipment. If you happen to see a very large object swimming below your boat, I do not recommend throwing a fishing line over the rail. Should you hook Nessie you would either get pulled overboard or, if you somehow succeed in catching everybody’s favorite ‘beastie’ then you would be an instant villain and would not make it out of the Highlands with your catch.

So, growing up near such a mysterious creature, is it any wonder that I chose to write mystery stories that are not dominated by humans? Detective Whiskers and his friends in Paradise Cove are not quite as famous as Nessie (yet) but they will keep you entertained while you try to help them figure out whodunit. I invite you to read Paw & Order and the rest of the cozy mysteries in the Detective Whiskers series, available exclusively on Amazon. And, if I ever spot Nessie, I promise to write a book about it.

 

Excerpt

 

Sheila does not understand. I know we’re not supposed to play favorites with our humans, but we all do. Fred and I had a connection that was … special. I’ve tried communicating with Sheila, but— Okay this part is a little embarrassing. Every time I tap her hand with my paw, she thinks I want food or a belly rub. Which, of course, I do. I ALWAYS want food or a belly rub. Or both. But I’m trying to tell her something important, and all of a sudden, she puts those fingernails to work on my belly and I’m gone. Lost. A zombie. It feels sooooo good. Whatever I needed to say is up in smoke, my eyes are closed, and I hear a Karen Carpenter love song in my head.

Don’t judge me.

 

 

About the Author

 

Chris Abernathy has narrated more than 200 audiobooks and now he is writing his own stories. He has been a storyteller his entire life — around campfires at a summer camp as a counselor, on the radio for more than 30 years, as an actor with background roles on major motion pictures and TV series, as a producer of short films for social media and more. Chris is married with two sons and lives on the Gulf Coast in Alabama. He is a dual national with citizenship in the US and UK and visits family in the Scottish Highlands as often as possible.

 

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Posted in Book Release, Guest Post, Short Story on July 19, 2023

 

 

Synopsis

 

This collection of novelettes takes the reader from the not-too-distant future to a time when travel between worlds is a common occurrence. Each stop along mankind’s journey outward to the stars is accompanied by a deeper look inward—from examining how extraterrestrial beings might use our own biology against us, to whether a human consciousness can survive in a virtual environment, to how wishes are really granted. Original and thought provoking, these stories—which include an interstellar religious thriller involving a second coming of Christ—will stimulate the intellect and engage the imagination.

 

 

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“Spiritual Dynamics”

 

After I lost my father to cancer in 2005, I started to rethink how I viewed the soul and the afterlife, trying to make some sense of my father’s passing, and then started thinking about our “before life.”  How do souls come and go from our physical bodies and where exactly do souls originate?

“Most people just accept the mysteries of how souls enter the body at birth and depart the body when one dies as something unknowable.  After all, no one has ever detected a soul.  No piece of equipment is capable of doing that.  In fact, there is no proof, no evidence at all, souls even exist.”

Being a distant relative of William Thomson—better known as Lord Kelvin, a major contributor to the Third Law of Thermodynamics and having been a scientist myself—I have always been interested in the Three Laws of Thermodynamics.  I thought developing the Three Laws of Spiritual Dynamics would be an interesting analog and might be used in some of my stories.  The above paragraph is from a story I wrote titled “The Natural Order of Things,” a story which explores these laws and how they came about in greater depth and will be included in By The Light Of The Sun (a future collection of stories).

I wanted “The Goldfire Project” to plant a seed for this future story and this topic.  Readers might recall The Laws of Spiritual Dynamics were first mentioned in “An Intricate Balance” (from Seven Sides of Self, She Writes Press, 2019).

Here are the Laws of Spiritual Dynamics (also referred to as the Laws of Spiritual Mechanics):

The Zeroeth Law—

GOD creates each and every soul with love and light.

 

The First Law—

Each soul created appears spontaneously with a corresponding soul of equal and opposite presence at the exact same instant.

 

The Second Law—

Each soul and its corresponding soul of equal and opposite presence become incarnate at the exact same instant.

 

The Third Law—

Each soul and its corresponding soul of equal and opposite presence leave their corporeal bodies at the exact same instant.

 

The Fourth Law—

Each soul assigned to a new corporeal host will not retain any memories from its previous incarnations. However, souls that return to the heavenly realm will retain memories from their most recent incarnation and will recover all memories from all previous incarnations.

 

People might find this series of laws as going against the grain of mainstream Christian beliefs.  But the underlying concept isn’t all that different from certain theories purported by astrophysicists … that being that for each and every subatomic particle created at the beginning of the Universe, there was an equal and opposite anti-particle created.  In other words, matter was created in pairs … a positively charged proton and a negatively charged anti-proton.  A negatively charged electron and a positively charged anti-electron or positron.  Matter and anti-matter in equal amounts.

It also occurred to me everything in the Universe is energy.  Even matter, which is simply energy that has lost something of its heat or intensity and condensed into the matter we detect with our senses.  Souls are energy, as well.  The difference is souls are information-containing energy.  That is to say, souls are highly-ordered energy.

“And if souls are highly-ordered energy, it should be possible to detect them, but only if the detectors are capable of discerning the highly-ordered energy from all other forms of energy not highly ordered.  Essentially, this means creating a filter of sorts, a filter allowing one type of energy through, but not the other.  I know.  It sounds simple in theory, but the trick is identifying the means by which one filters different forms of energy.”

Another paragraph from “The Natural Order of Things.”  Perhaps there will come a day when such a thing is possible.  Then we will have our answer.

 

 

About the Author

 

Nancy Joie Wilkie worked for over thirty years in both the biotechnology industry and as part of the federal government’s biodefense effort. She served as a project manager, providing oversight for the development of many  new products. Now retired, she composes original music, plays a variety of instruments, and has recorded many of her original compositions. She also created a series of greeting cards that display her artwork and photographs. “Faraway and Forever—More Stories” is her second collection of stories. “Seven Sides of Self” was published by She Writes Press in November 2019. She will be releasing a third collection of short stories, “The River Keeper and Other Tales,” in early 2024. She is also working on a science fiction novel and a children’s story. She resides in Brookeville, MD.

 

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The Portraits of Pemberley (Austen University Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
2nd in Series
Setting – Louisiana
Bayou Wolf Press (July 5, 2023)
Number of Pages – 285

 

Synopsis

 

After George Wickham is found tied up, naked, on the Austen University Campus Square, President de Bourgh gives student journalist Lizzy Bennet an ultimatum: Find out who committed the crime, or be expelled from the school. Lizzy must team up with some old friends (like the Austen Murder Club) and some new (like…Karoline Bingley?) to get to the bottom of the truth.

Complicating matters is the fact that the prime suspect is Fo-Hian Darcy. Darcy and Lizzy have a messy history, but even so, Lizzy just can’t accept that Darcy committed the crime. An anonymous whistleblower tips off Lizzy about a secret website called the Portraits of Pemberley that may help her get to the bottom of the mystery–but discovering the truth about who’s involved may very well challenge everything that Lizzy believes.

The Portraits of Pemberley is Book 2 of the Austen University Mysteries series but can be read as a standalone novel. It combines plot points of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice with Sense and Sensibility (and characters from all of Austen’s novels) in a modern-university setting, with mysteries.

 

 

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Pride and Prejudice – Reborn Again

 

 The first time I read Pride and Prejudice, I was 11 years old, and I found the book on my grandmother’s bookshelf. I recognized the title from a PBS show called Wishbone (*side note, I really miss Wishbone!) and decided to give it a try, without knowing much about the plot, characters, or time period.

I say all of this to preface that the first time I read the book, I was an unspoiled reader. I had never seen a film version, never heard of Jane Austen, probably never even read a marriage plot novel before. All of the twists and turns of the story were completely new to me. Each discovery that Elizabeth Bennet made about the characters she encounters throughout the novel were genuinely shocking to me. Realizing how the two main characters would finally come together in the end felt like a delightful, wonderful surprise.

In this day and age, it might be hard to read Pride and Prejudice with this same level of innocence. There are so many adaptations, along with variations that borrow from the Pride and Prejudice template (Bridget Jones’s Diary! Bridgerton!), that a complaint I often get from my students is that the plot of Pride and Prejudice feels cliche. I have to explain to them, patiently and through gritted teeth, that it isn’t cliche. It’s the Original Great, the O.G., of complex romance plots. Austen’s novel quite literally created the enemies to lovers template that many romance novels, films, television shows, etc., still follow today. If it seems familiar or predictable, that’s because this story has been retold again and again.

So why retell it yet again? That’s a question I’ve been asked a lot in the process of writing the Austen University Mysteries series, and a question I asked myself as I started out on this venture. Why resuscitate Austen in yet another form?

The most simple answer is that at the time I began putting together the series, I was writing my dissertation on Jane Austen adaptations. I was reading and watching hours upon hours of different Austen retellings, along with literary theory on film adaptation, and all of these ideas were constantly percolating in my brain so I could write my 200+ treatise on why Jane Austen adaptations matter. It was only natural that my own version would start to form in my mind and refuse to let me go until it came into the world.

The other reason, which is much less simple, is that I had never quite seen my version of Austen adapted before. As might be suggested from the fact that I wrote a dissertation on Austen adaptations, I am a fan! There are many versions that I have loved, and I’m one of those weird viewers who actually (often, but not always) appreciates changes made to the source material to create new experiences with my beloved characters and stories.

The thing about adaptations, though, is that even though they draw from the source material extensively, they can and should never be exactly like the original. If they were, then they wouldn’t be an adaptation. They would be a copy.

Because adaptations demand some form of change or adapting, they are a reflection of the creator’s experience with the original story. That’s why you’ll get retellings of Pride and Prejudice that focus mostly on the romance, because maybe that was the author’s favorite part of the story; or versions that hone in on a side character, because maybe that reader had some unanswered questions about what Mary Bennet got up to in her spare time; or versions that throw in pirates, because pirates are frickin’ awesome.

There have been some great retellings of Pride and Prejudice, and I don’t mean to take away from what anyone else has done by suggesting that I’d never seen my version brought to life before. But as a reader of Austen and an author, I had never found a retelling that truly matched my experience with the book. I wanted romance, yes, but also that biting, snarky, subversive wit that can catch you off-guard. I wanted unexpected twists and turns from characters you had started to trust. I wanted to bring in characters from Austen’s other novels, because I need to know how they would interact with each other. (And frankly, this has sometimes surprised me, too, as it comes out on the page!) I wanted to bring the characters into modern-day and put them in a university setting, because I wanted to see how these factors might change the characters we thought we knew. Last but not least, I wanted to add in some element of mystery/crime, because I didn’t want anyone to feel too safe about how their favorites might behave when the stakes get raised. Plus, mysteries are frickin’ awesome.

I’m aware that not everyone will see this as their version of the book, but I hope that some people will. For those who don’t, I of course hope that it will be an enjoyable journey nonetheless, but most of all, I hope it sparks a desire for readers to think about what their version of Austen would be. We can all use a little more Austen in our lives, and if there can be 5 million versions of Spider-Man, I think we can deal with a few more Elizabeth Bennets in the world.

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Elizabeth Gilliland is a writer, Dr., wife, mom, and lifelong Jane Austen fan. She is a playwright (whose plays have appeared off-off Broadway), a screenwriter (with a master’s in screenwriting and production), an academic (with a PhD and a dissertation on Jane Austen adaptations), and now a published author! When she isn’t writing or grading papers, she is most likely reading a good book, binge watching the latest hit, working on a puzzle, or hanging with her cute kid.

 

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The Water Tower: A Lakeview Mystery
Cozy Mystery/Women Sleuths
1st in Series
Setting – A fictional Ohio town in the suburbs of Cleveland called Lakeview
Level Best Books (June 20, 2023)
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 250 pages

 

Synopsis

 

Josie Ashbury was a successful Hollywood actress with a booming career—until an on-set breakdown sends her back to her small Ohio hometown to recover. Taking a job teaching at her old high school, Josie is beginning to put the pieces of her life back together when one of her students dies under suspicious circumstances. The police close the case quickly, without any real answers. Josie is determined to find the truth behind the girl’s death.

At the same time, Josie is battling demons of her own. As she faces debilitating insomnia that leaves her with gaps in her memory, she dives into the tangled secrets surrounding the investigation. When she finally unravels the web, she discovers that the truth lies much closer to home than she could have ever imagined.

 

 

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Excerpt

 

She stood on the water tower, looking at the skyline she had only observed from the ground. You really could see the whole town from up here. Funny how your whole life can fit into one 360-degree glance. Peering down at the ground, she was no longer able to see individual blades of grass, all of them blurring into a sea of perfect emerald green. To her right was the roof of Lakeview High School, looking small from this vantage point. She felt as though if she leaned over far enough, she could almost touch it. But that was ridiculous; the school had to be several hundred feet away. Her vision came in and out of focus as she swayed, thinking about her life, her past, her future… Reaching out her slender arm, she twirled her wrist. She could hardly wait for graduation when, everyone said, “real life” would begin. “I can’t wait to get out of here,” her friends exclaimed, dreaming of big cities and even bigger lives in far-off places: Chicago, Los Angeles, New York, anywhere but here. But she knew they would return, just like their parents, raising 2.5 kids with a Labradoodle and a balding husband in one of the best-little-suburbs in the country. Was it really so bad? She watched all these super-educated women who had given up their careers to stay home and clean up after the kids and drive to soccer practice, instead of changing the world as they’d so hopefully planned when plotting their escape years earlier. Was that her fate? Was that what awaited her now? Dozens of similar thoughts swirled and crashed like waves in front of her, mixing in a fantastic spray of colors, lights, and sounds.

 

 

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5 Tips to Keep Your Cool Throughout the Publishing Process

 

 

You’ve finished your book. Hooray! The hard work is done! Haha, just kidding (kind of). When you’re writing a book, the actual writing is only a portion of the process. Now it’s time to get it published. If you’re self-publishing, the process is more in your control; but if you’ve decided that traditional publishing is the route you want to take, you may have a longer road ahead of you than you think.

Let’s quickly go through the traditional publishing process. Assuming a publishing house hasn’t magically swept in and bought your book (which I’ve heard does happen from time to time, just not to me); the first step in the publishing process is finding an agent. Once you’ve found an agent, the agent will read your work, likely edit it or, at the very least, give you notes. When you’ve finished revising, your agent will shop your book around to publishers. Most agents have relationships with specific editors at different publishing houses, so your person will probably have someone (or several people) in mind. The editors will want time to read your work, then they will let your agent know if they want to take on the project, i.e., publish your book. The publisher then sends contracts (which you should always, always, always have an attorney look over), and once you’ve signed, the real fun begins.

Your publisher will get you on a production schedule, which can mean your book will be published quickly or, well, not so quickly. My publisher bought my book in 2021, and my publication date ended up being in June of 2023. During the time while you’re waiting for the book to be published, you’ll do rounds of edits with your editor – how many rounds depends on the manuscript. You may also have to give guidance about cover art, write acknowledgements, summaries, and dedications. Depending on the publisher, you may also be involved in the marketing process, which can involve podcast interviews, blog interviews, newspaper interviews, guest posts ( 😀 ), book signings, and so on.

 

So the question is: how do you keep your sanity through this whole process?

 

  1. Be patient. Publishing a book requires the most patience I’ve ever had to put towards anything in my life. I am not a patient person by nature, so I’ve had to try to train myself not to freak out. Do whatever you need to do to keep your cool – meditate, do yoga, scream into a pillow, whatever works for you.
  2. Stay on top of your end. There are some things that are in your control during the time you’re waiting for your book to get on the shelves. Being punctual – or better yet, early – with your materials will make things that much easier on your publisher, agent, PR person, and whoever else is helping you. Control what you can!
  3. Develop a social calendar. We all hope that our book will be an amazing success out of nowhere, but posting regularly about your release on social media bumps up the chances. Don’t inundate your followers and friends with reminders to buy your book, but do post reminders from time to time so people don’t forget.
  4. Communicate with your people. My agent, editor, publisher, and public relations person have been so, so, so amazing throughout the last couple of years. If you have questions, ask them. They want to help! And it’s better than sitting around wondering what the heck is going on.
  5. Enjoy yourself! For many of us, publishing a book is a dream come true. Allow yourself time to enjoy that this is actually happening, especially if your road has been complicated. Plan a launch party, break out the champagne, schedule a dinner to celebrate, or just go up on your roof and yell “I’m published! I’m published! I’m published!” a la Monica Geller from Friends on your pub day. You’ve absolutely earned it.

 

 

About the Author

 

Amy Young is an author, comedian, and actor based in Cleveland. After spending a decade in Los Angeles working in the entertainment industry and writing her debut novel, The Water Tower, she returned to Ohio to be closer to family. Amy is working on her second book, a thriller, and in her free time she enjoys going to the theatre, bingeing reality TV, and spending time with her husband and many, many cats. She has a B.A. in English from Kenyon College.

 

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A Crafty Collage of Crime (An Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
12th in Series
Setting – New Jersey and Tennessee
Independently Published (June 16, 2023)
Print length ‏ : ‎ 258 pages

 

Synopsis

 

Wherever crafts editor and reluctant amateur sleuth Anastasia Pollack goes, murder and mayhem follow. Her honeymoon is no exception. She and new husband, photojournalist (and possible spy) Zachary Barnes, are enjoying a walk in the Tennessee woods when they stumble upon a body on the side of a creek. The dead man is the husband of one of the three sisters who own the winery and guest cottages where Anastasia and Zack are vacationing.

When the local sheriff sets his sights on the widow as the prime suspect, her sisters close ranks around her. The three siblings are true-crime junkies, and thanks to a podcaster who has produced an unauthorized series about her, Anastasia’s reputation for solving murders has preceded her to the bucolic hamlet. The sisters plead for her help in finding the real killer. As Anastasia learns more about the women and their business, a host of suspects emerge, including several relatives, a relentless land developer, and even the sisters themselves.

Meanwhile, Anastasia becomes obsessed with discovering the podcaster’s identity. Along with knowing about Anastasia’s life as a reluctant amateur sleuth, the podcaster has divulged details of Anastasia’s personal life. Someone has betrayed Anastasia’s trust, and she’s out to discover the identity of the culprit.

Craft project included.

 

 

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Ever Hear of a Reluctant Amateur Sleuth?

 

By Lois Winston

 

When I was first asked to create a crafting themed cozy mystery series, I first embarked on some research. My writing roots were firmly planted in various romance genres—contemporary, romantic suspense, and chick lit. I wrote standalone novels that always ended with a happily-ever-after. I knew of Miss Marple, Jessica Fletcher, and Nancy Drew, but I hadn’t read a cozy mystery in…well, I couldn’t even remember the last cozy mystery I had read.

Since current romance trends were quite different from those of the last century, I figured the same must hold true for the cozy mystery genre. Thus, I headed to the library and hauled home an armload of current cozy mysteries.

After immersing myself in books by dozens of contemporary cozy authors, I came away with one conclusion—I didn’t want to do what others were already doing quite successfully. I saw no point in competing against all these other authors for a slice of the cozy pie. If I was going to gain any success at all, I had to think outside the box, making my series just different enough that although it maintained the cozy label, it stood out from a crowded field.

As I mulled over ideas, my first decision was not to make my sleuth a hobbyist or owner of a craft or needlework shop. She wouldn’t be a member of a knitting or quilting circle or involved in only one craft. I had a background as a crafts designer and had also worked as a craft book editor. I decided to make Anastasia Pollack, as I named her, the crafts editor at a women’s magazine. That way, I could feature a different craft in each book. As far as I could tell, no cozy author had ever done that before.

I also decided I wouldn’t inflict Cabot Cove Syndrome on the town where my sleuth lived. Yes, there are murders that occur in her hometown. However, as the writers of Murder She Wrote came to realize, you can only suspend disbelief up to a point before no one is left standing other than the sleuth. Even Jessica Fletcher began traveling outside her small community to stumble upon dead bodies here, there, and everywhere.

Since Anastasia’s career doesn’t limit her to a shop or office cubicle, she not only finds dead bodies at her place of employment and in her hometown, but she also trips over them in various other settings around the New York metropolitan area. In her latest adventure, she even finds a dead body in Tennessee.

But I continued to think outside the box as I developed Anastasia. Many cozy mystery sleuths are busybodies compelled to stick their noses in police business because they believe they know more than local law enforcement. Anastasia is different. She’s very much a reluctant amateur sleuth, getting involved only because she believes she has no other choice. However, she’ll be the first to tell you, she’d rather be doing anything else—including undergoing root canal!

Meddling is meddling, though, as far as most law enforcement is concerned. However, Anastasia’s interactions with at least some law enforcement personnel have earned her their respect. This becomes very evident in the way she’s sucked into the murder investigation in A Crafty Collage of Crime, the twelfth book in the Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery Series.

 

 

About the Author

 

USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Lois Winston began her award-winning writing career with Talk Gertie to Me, a humorous fish-out-of-water novel about a small-town girl going off to the big city and the mother who had other ideas. That was followed by the romantic suspense Love, Lies and a Double Shot of Deception.

Then Lois’s writing segued unexpectedly into the world of humorous amateur sleuth mysteries, thanks to a conversation her agent had with an editor looking for craft-themed mysteries. In her day job Lois was an award-winning craft and needlework designer, and although she’d never written a mystery—or had even thought about writing a mystery—her agent decided she was the perfect person to pen a series for this editor. Thus, was born the Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mysteries, which Kirkus Reviews dubbed “North Jersey’s more mature answer to Stephanie Plum.” The series now includes twelve novels and three novellas. Lois also writes the Empty Nest Mysteries, currently at two novels, and one book so far in her Mom Squad Capers series.

To date Lois has published twenty-one novels, five novellas, several short stories, one children’s chapter book, and one nonfiction book on writing, inspired by her twelve years working as an associate at a literary agency. To learn more about Lois and her books, visit her at www.loiswinston.com where you can sign up for her newsletter and follow her at various social media sites.

 

 

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Murder To My Ears (An Octavia Fields Mysteries)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Independently Published (June 30, 2023)
Print Length 260 pages

Synopsis

 

Octavia Fields should know better than to judge things by their appearance. After all, most people don’t expect a nomadic hippie to be a classical violist—let alone one who runs a seasonal music shop at Aerie Pines, the summer home of the Aerie Peaks Symphony.

But when her business season starts off on the wrong note, it’s obviously the persnickety concertmaster’s fault. If he hadn’t turned up dead—leaving Octavia to find his body— she wouldn’t have to deal with the handsome detective who isn’t sure what to think of her impressive arrest record.

With symphony members cornering Octavia to pass on “evidence” by way of sotto-voce rumors, it shouldn’t surprise her to learn the helpful musicians aren’t the only ones who believe Octavia’s helping with the investigation. When a threatening letter arrives, it’s clear the killer thinks she’s playing harmony to the detective, too.

When the detective doesn’t appear to be making progress on the case, Octavia decides it’s up to her to solve the mystery—before the killer hears their cue to silence her!

 

 

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What’s In a Name?

 

 

Naming characters is one of the most fun—but hardest—parts of being an author. You have to choose a name that fits the personality of the character, then maybe think through everyone you know to figure out if anyone will think they lent you their name (which may or may not be a good thing, depending).

Writing cozy mysteries throws an extra layer of thought into the mix. Because cozies are special! It’s the kind of book that lets you bring in puns or hint at more. You’re almost expected to have a name that ties into the character’s hobby, or a holiday if the series is set around one, or any number of related things.

When I was choosing names for the characters in Murder To My Ears, I knew I wanted to tie the music theme into the main character’s name. She’s a classical violist who happens to be a hippie, which made things a little tricky. I chose a music-related first name, and a more living-outdoors kind of last name: Octavia Fields. As a bonus, when Octavia signs her name, she writes 8via. (If you read music, you’ll be aware that 8va marks sections to be played an octave above what’s written.)

I wanted to carry the music theme over to Octavia’s best friend as well. When the concertmaster turns up murdered, this best friend becomes the new concertmaster, with responsibilities to help lead the rest of the symphony. It took a little work, but I came up with the perfect name for her: Piper.

Then we have the detectives. We spend a fair amount of time with two of the three detectives in this book, so we’ll talk about those two.

The first is the lead detective, who I wanted to come across as more of an “everyone” character. I knew I wanted his name to be short and to the point, because that plays into his personality. I also wanted him to be easy to relate to, so I chose a more common name: Jack Price.

For the other detective, I wanted to play a bit with the detective theme. Her name ties together two characters from Sherlock Holmes: Irene Watson.

Choosing the right name for a character can be tricky, but when you get it right, it feels like striking gold. So, next time you’re reading, it might be fun to think about why the author chose the names they did for their characters! It can add new depth to the story.

 

 

About the Author

 

Rebecca McKinnon enjoys playing with her imaginary friends and introducing them to others through her writing. She dreams of living in the middle of nowhere but has been unable to find an acceptable location that wouldn’t require crossing an ocean.

 

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Bomb Blast: A Thriller
Thriller
4th in Series
Middle River Press (February 24, 2023)

 

Synopsis

 

In the fourth novel in the Dr. Catherine (Cat) Powers series, top FBI forensic pathologist and special agent Dr. Cat Powers is called as two Syrian-born bombers wreak havoc on “soft targets” in the United States.

Starting with the New York Stock Exchange, these bombers are intent on causing as much murder and mayhem as they can. As their bombing spree takes them cross-country, Cat is appointed the eyes and ears of the president of the United States. Teamed with Special Ops and bombing expert Sam Patterson, Cat must figure out who these bombers are, what their motives are, who is funding them, and ultimately, if they can be caught. As the bombings become more violent and deadly, Cat and Sam are in a race against time to catch these savage killers before they kill again.

Will they succeed or will the bombers avoid detection and escape?

 

 

 

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Interview with Dr. Catherine (Cat) Powers for Bomb Blast

 

Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Catherine Powers, although most folks call me Cat. I am an FBI special agent, profiler, and a forensic pathologist. I am called in to handle the “worst of the worst” criminal cases in the United States when local authorities are at wits end and need help.

So, a little personal information. I am the mother of a son, Joey, who is 9 years old at the time of this interview. He is quite literally the center of my universe.  The hardest thing about my job is being away from him for extended periods of time. He is a smart, fun-loving boy who loves to swim in our pool and play with his Golden Retriever, Max. Joey is an only child which is one of the reasons he and I are so close. The other reason is that 3 years ago, Joey was kidnapped by a madman, that the media dubbed “The Burning Man.” He killed my ex-husband and kidnapped Joey to try to get to me. I will never forget those days and nights searching for him or how it all ended, with “The Burning Man,” whose real name was Eric Dupont, getting away. I was able to bring him to justice about a year later when he resurfaced from hiding.

So, what would you like to know about me? As I mentioned I am a single mother which I find very challenging especially with my career. Like most women, somehow, I make it work, although the stress takes a lot out of me. I love what I do. For me, it is not just a job. It can’t be if you must work 18-to-20-hour days. I am driven and dedicated to my work with the FBI. When I am doing an autopsy, I always treat the body with the greatest respect. After all, this is someone’s wife, daughter, sister, aunt or mother. This was someone’s father, brother, uncle, nephew or close friend.  This person has a family that is looking for answers.  In doing an autopsy on them, I become their voice and their truth.

I also love tracking down the killers. In the case of “Firestorm,” I had not one, but two serial killers to track down.  One was my old friend, “The Burning Man.”  The other was a serial arsonist hellbent on burning entire Southern California neighborhoods.

As a scientist and a doctor, I take great care with every detail of a criminal case. Sometimes, it is the little things in a case that make all the difference in the world to solving the case and bringing a grieving family closure. I am fortunate to have a bit of a sixth sense in solving crimes that only comes to me in times of great stress. In Bomb Blast, you will learn for the first time where this “gift”, if you can call it that, comes from. It is something I share only with those very close to me.

In Bomb Blast, I am called in after two horrific bombings in New York City in that many days. The first kills the head of the Federal Reserve as he is leaving his posh New York apartment – a car bomb that literally blows it to smithereens. The second, the day after is a bombing at the New York Stock Exchange. With both bombings, the bombers have a very clear message – they intend on causing turmoil in the financial markets in the US and abroad. For a short while, they accomplish those goals. That is until, US President, Paul Cosgrave, teams me and Special Ops and bombing specialist, Sam Patterson, together to hunt down these killers. We must figure out their motives, their financing and try to determine when and where they will strike next. Not easy tasks, I can assure you, as these bombers spread terror and mayhem across the United States. Their intentions are simple – strike fear into every American heart. They want to make people afraid to leave their homes, afraid to do simple things like going to the grocery store on a Saturday afternoon.  These bombers what to shake the very core of American society. Neither I nor Sam have any intention of letting that happen. As we start to put the pieces together, it seems that the bombers are one step ahead of us. They are bombing soft targets – like the famous Water Tower shopping center in Chicago and a football game in New Jersey with reckless abandon. Then, Sam and I catch a break as one of the bombers gets to close to his own work and is blown up by his own bomb.  This creates a situation where Sam and I, for the first time, are able to get one step ahead of the remaining female bomber. Sam, with his Special Ops team was able to track down and capture “the money” behind this bombing operation, a sheik located in the desert in the Middle East. Sam brings him back to the US and then down to Gitmo in Cuba at the request of the President, where Sam forces him to talk. Well, I won’t give you the rest of the story. No spoilers here. Suffice it to say, the story is a compelling one. Sam and I work well together as a professional team as well as romantically. Oh, did I forget to mention that. Yes, Sam and I are a couple. My ten-year-old son, Joey is thrilled with our relationship and has accepted Sam, a fact for which I am grateful.

So, what does the future hold for me? I will continue to work tirelessly for the FBI. Even when the nights grow long, I still have a passion for what I do. That will never change. I will continue to raise Joey the best that I can. I want to be a good mother for him, although sometimes it is hard because my work takes me away from him for long periods of time. That is one of the reasons I am so glad to have Sam in my life. And in Joey’s life. I am sure that there will be more cases to solve in the future. More criminals to bring to justice. That will never end.

On a personal note, now that Covid 19 is over, I plan to do more traveling. Whether it’s taking Joey to Belize like I did last year, or finally going on that Kenya safari I had always planned to do, I am definitely making more time to travel and see the world. If Covid taught me anything, it is that tomorrow is not guaranteed, and we must live our lives to the fullest each and every single day. So, for me and Joey and hopefully Sam, that means a little globe-trotting. I’ve been fortunate to have travelled to some far-off destinations so far in my life, 19 to be exact. So, I’ll be adding to that list.

Because of the stress of my work, I am a bit of a loner. I don’t have too many close friends. I view Joey as really my best friend in the world, with Sam running a close second. Our Golden Retriever, Max, runs next in line. That dog does the craziest things, especially when he is with Joey. There was one time I made the mistake of leaving a fresh baked peach pie on the back to the stove to cool before taking it to a friend house for a dinner party. I left Max in the kitchen for fine minutes to get dressed for the party and came back in the kitchen, only to find three quarters of the pie gone and Max looking at me with “I didn’t do it” look on his face. I wanted to get mad, but I couldn’t because it was really my fault. If you know anything about Golden Retrievers, they love food. I was my fault for leaving the pie out where Max could get to it. I really couldn’t blame him a bit.

What do I see for the future between Sam and I, you ask? Well, at this point, I don’t want to over think it. We are both grown adults enjoying life and each other’s company. I don’t want to place expectations on our relationship – long term – because that could really destroy the trust and love that we have for each other. So, for now, I am just happy to take things day by day. No pressure. No stress. No promise of happily ever after. Just here and now. And happiness.

Well, I hope that gives you a little glimpse into my life. Joey’s life and Sam as well. Hope you enjoy reading Bomb Blast.

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

BORN ON THE BEAUTIFUL TROPICAL ISLAND of Jamaica to a Jamaican father and a French mother, Solange Ritchie (then Solange Levy) immigrated to the United States at age eleven. Since then, she has become a dynamic force for change. Fed up with thrillers that start with a fizzle and longing to see more powerful women as lead characters, Solange decided to create her own characters. Despite the demands of a busy legal career, she accomplished her ambitious goal by rising each morning to write before work, dedicating her weekends to writing, and even spending her vacation time writing. Solange is fortunate to have traveled to over 19 countries in her lifetime.

Words have always been Solange’s passion – now so more than ever.

Solange achieved a successful writing career while doing “last minute trial,” mostly in Southern California. Dubbed “the Case Saver,” Solange handled intense legal motions that either make or break a case, especially in the areas of business, labor, and employment law. In 2014, she received the State Bar of California’s Solo and Small Firm’s Section’s highest award, the Myer J. Sankary Attorney of the Year Award. It is given to only one attorney each year in California.

When Solange was just thirty-seven years old, her first husband, John, died due to gross medical negligence at a leading Southern California hospital. This life-altering experience helped shape her into the person she is today. She began writing creatively to deal with the stress of his hospitalization and his death.

Solange’s first psychological thriller, The Burning Man, featuring FBI forensic pathologist Dr. Catherine “Cat” Powers was published in 2015. Her second novel in the series, Firestorm, was released to critical acclaim, on May 15, 2018. Dying Declaration is the third novel in the Dr. Catherine “Cat” Powers series. Bomb Blast is Solange’s fourth novel in the series. Solange plans at least two more books in the Dr. Catherine Powers series. A fan of things that go bump in the night, Solange has also penned a Southern Gothic novel called Fiona’s Box, which will be released shortly.

Solange lives in Southern Florida. She enjoys traveling, writing, gardening, time with her family, as well as good food and conversation. Solange is available for speaking engagements. She especially enjoys talking with book clubs.

 

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Paint Me a Crime (A Rose Shore Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Setting – Okanagan Valley in BC, Canada
Touchpoint Press (June 13, 2023)
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 252 pages

 

Synopsis

 

Art curator Jessamine Rhodes has left behind her gig at a prominent gallery in the city to open her own community art center in the small town of Rose Shore. She’s all set to host an extravagant opening watercolors class and has even booked a famous artist to teach it. Gabriella Everhart brings along her priceless painting Tranquil to showcase as the centerpiece of the event.

The opening class is just wrapping up when suddenly Tranquil disappears before Jessamine’s eyes. Next, the lights of the art center flicker out and leave the crowd in complete darkness as a scream pierces the air. To her horror, Jessamine’s flashlight reveals that prestigious art collector Victor Carlisle has been murdered, and now her dreams are as shattered as the champagne glass found near the scene.

Determined to save her now teetering reputation, Jessamine sets out to search for answers and the missing painting on her own. She has invested everything into her art center and is too anxious to step back and do nothing. Along the way, she teams up with a handsome paramedic who seems to have his own reasons for wanting justice for Victor’s tragedy.

 

 

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Mrs. Connors, Jessamine’s nosy neighbor, shares about the day Jessamine moved to Rose Shore.

 

Oh, hello. You obviously must be new to Rose Shore if you don’t know who I am. My name is Clara Connors, and I just have to tell you all about my new next-door neighbor. She is moving in right this minute! I’ve heard from the ladies in my book club that her name is Jessamine Rhodes, and she moved here from Vancouver. They say she was a fancy art curator at some fancy gallery or something like that. I have no idea what led her to Rose Shore, but you bet I’m going to find out. My best friend Beatrice thinks it must have been a broken heart, but I think Jessamine must have wanted to get out of the big city. I could never live anywhere so stuffy! Anyway, I’m usually right about these types of things. Intuition, you know. Beatrice is well-meaning, bless her heart, but she doesn’t have the same intuition as I do.

Jessamine looks to be about my son’s age, maybe in her early thirties, and there’s no ring on her finger, so I wonder if… or maybe Jackson Yeung who lives on the other side of Jessamine. Maybe I could encourage a little rendezvous between them—what is it that the kids say these days? Wink-wink? Yes, that’s it. A little rendezvous, wink-wink. I’m going to bustle over there right now and tell him to help Jessamine carry in her heavy boxes and furniture from the moving truck. Poor girl can’t do it by herself in this summer heat.

Oh, dear, was that a dog bark? Did that girl bring a dog with her? Yes, there it is, running around the front yard like it owns the place. I’m terribly afraid of those creatures. They bark and bite and knock people over. I might need to play match-maker, er I mean, friendly neighborly welcome wagon later when that animal is inside Jessamine’s cottage. I’ll go pick some flowers from my back garden as a welcome gift, and then I’ll update you later with what I’ve learned about her. Bye-bye, now.

 

 

About the Author

 

After having called many places around the world home, Holly Yew has settled in the Okanagan, BC with her husband, son, and two rescue dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s playing the piano, watching Star Wars, or enjoying a Dole Whip in Disneyland.

Holly is a member of Sisters in Crime and International Thriller Writers. She loves connecting with other writers and bookworms on social media.

 

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