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January 4, 2016
Happy Second Chances Day!
Tomorrow is my birthday. While others might bemoan having a birthday so close to the Christmas-New Year’s vortex, I rather enjoy it.
You see, my birthday is Second Chances Day.
Let’s say, for the New Year, you vowed to start an exercise program, go on a diet, and start a novel. And let’s say it is today, January 5th, and you have done not one of these things. (This would, in fact, be my exact situation.)
Second Chances Day! It comes along right when you need it.
Because, let’s face it, in the normal course of human events, New Year’s Day is a horrible day to start something new.
There’s the hangover for one. And it’s a holiday. The kids are still home (are they ever going back to school?) and the tree needs to be taken down. There are often New Year’s Day gatherings to attend. Just not a good day for resolution-keeping.
And then, this year, New Year’s Day was a Friday, which meant the next day was Saturday, which definitely is not the right day to be starting anything. The next day was Sunday, and there were the papers to be read, and the Patriots game and Downton Abbey to be watched. No time at all for anything, plus it’s the last day of the week, so why would you start anything then?
What you need is a Second Chances Day, and I am generously offering you mine.
Plus, Second Chances Day falls on the Feast of the Epiphany, when the Wise Men finally got to Bethlehem, so it’s kind of already a day for the tardy and slow-starting.
As long as your epiphany isn’t, “I am never going to do any of these things,” you are in good shape.
So Happy Second Chances Day! Let me know how it goes.
January 3, 2016
Beginnings and Endings …
Lea Wait, here, wishing everyone a Happy 2016!
In the part of my life labelled “books and writing,” it’s a busy week.
It’s publication week (although copies from on-line retailers started winging their ways to readers last week) for the third in my Mainely Needlepoint series: THREAD AND GONE, 
which revolves around a piece of medieval needlepoint, conflicts between Mainers (and visitors) young and old, and, of course, murder. Today I’ll be sending out emails or postcards to those on my mailing list, and crossing my fingers that THREAD AND GONE will be read and enjoyed. It’s on its own: there’s nothing more I can do for it now.
On the other hand, I’ve spent the past month, between Christmas cooking and snacking, working on twisting plots, checking facts, and ensuring that sub-plots were resolved, killers captured, and all kittens found new homes, in the 4th Mainely Needlepoint book (DANGLING BY A THREAD), to be released next November. This morning I hit “send” to deliver the manuscript to my editor. I’ll see my words a few 
more times before my readers will .. but it’s time to sort out my files, update my “Bible” of information about the series … and start thinking about the next Mainely Needlepoint book, due to my editor May first.
But before I start that book, I have to open the large envelope from the editor of my Shadows series, and proof SHADOWS ON A MORNING IN MAINE. The “first pages” arrived late last week, and I promised I’d get them back this week. (That book will be published next September, and, no, there isn’t a cover yet. I’m looking forward to seeing one, though!)
There are other writerly challenges on my “to do” list. I’m looking for a new agent for my books for children. I have several stand-alone mysteries I’ve been thinking about and researching. I’d like to make a stab at starting one. There’s a mystery I wrote several years ago that I may finally have figured out how to revise. It’s on (literally) the back of my desk right now, in waiting.
And, like everyone else, it’s time to pull out the tax files and start figuring out just where money went in 2015 … and how much the government will want this spring.
So I’m looking forward to a January of finishing up; catching up; starting up; and taking a few deep breaths. Next week I have a couple of signing/talks scheduled that I’m hoping won’t be postponed because of weather. Snow dates are required for commitments this time of year in northern New England, and maybe where you are, too.
But for right now — it’s 2016. A new start. As with every year, there will be highs and lows. This year I suspect will have a lot of both.
But it’s time to dig out of the snow, dig into writing projects, and forge ahead into whatever life brings.
With hopes 2016 brings you dreams fulfilled and time with loved ones. It will be a year to remember.
Happy New Year!
January 1, 2016
Weekend Update: January 2-3, 2016
Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Lea Wait (Monday), Barb Ross (Tuesday), Dorothy Cannell (Wednesday), Maureen Milliken (Thursday), and Susan Vaughan (Friday).
In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:
Apparently . . . nothing!!! Unless someone adds more by Saturday morning. I suspect we’re all busy wrapping up the holidays and gearing up for that next book that needs to be written. We’ll have news to share eventually, though. Stay tuned.
An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.
And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business. Contact Kate Flora: mailto: kateflora@gmail.com
December 31, 2015
Writers Share Books They’re Giving and Books They’d Like to Get
One of the most common questions writers are asked at book events is who we read. So 
here are the results of a pre-Christmas poll taken with MCW writers, asking what books were on their holiday lists and what books they were giving. What was on your list, Dear Reader? And what books did you give?
Lea Wait: Title of one book I’d like to get? Barbara Shapiro’s The Muralist.
One book I’m giving? A History of Civilization in 50 Disasters by Gale Eaton (for my 12-year-old grandson who wants all the gory details!)
Chris Holm: One book I asked for this year was Shannon Kirk’s METHOD 15/33. Shannon and I were on a panel together at Crime Bake, and as soon as she mentioned her book’s premise — a pregnant sixteen-year-old abductee turns out to be a manipulative sociopath hellbent on revenge — I knew I had to read it.
As for a book I’m giving (MOM, IF YOU’RE READING THIS, LOOK AWAY OR BE SPOILED), I got my mom Val McDermid’s THE MERMAIDS SINGING. I have a feeling McDermid’s going to have a new superfan very soon.
Kathy Lynn Emerson: I’m giving my great niece, at her request, James Dashner’s The Death Cure, Book 3 in the Maze Runner series. She’ll be 13 in February.
We don’t really exchange presents at Christmas, except for said great niece, but my after-Christmas ebook shopping list has Lea Wait’s Thread and Gone at the top. It comes out December 29th.
Susan Vaughan: A book I’m giving is Robert McCloskey’s Make Way for Ducklings, along with a matching shirt, to my one-year-old great niece. A book I’d like to receive is Playing with Fire, Tess Gerritsen’s new release.
Jessie Crockett: For the book I would like to receive: Medical Meddlers, Mediums and Magicians: The Victorian Age of Credulity by Keith Souter. I am giving Tequila Mockingbird: Cocktails with a Literary Twist by Tim Federle.
Jen Blood: Title of one book I’d like to get. I usually just go ahead and buy fiction for myself (or get it from the library), but the cost of nonfiction tomes for research is a little tougher sometimes. There’s one, Wildlife Search and Rescue: A Guide for First Responders, that I’d love but thus far haven’t splurged on (or asked for). It’s almost $40 for the Kindle version, though, and $60 for the paperback… That’s a hefty price tag. But it really does look like a great, informative reference. (Can you hear me trying to talk myself into this? Because that’s pretty much what’s happening as I write this).
As for books I’m giving… My mom is a big J.D. Robb fan, so I’ll pick up the latest Eve & Roarke novel for her. And on Thanksgiving, my dad gave us this really bizarre but heartfelt lecture on the inherent superiority of the Chinese culture, so I got him The Spirit of the Chinese People: The Classic Introduction to Chinese Culture, by Gu Hongming.
Brenda Buchanan: Two books I would like to receive this year: Laura Lippman’s Hush Hush in fiction and Atul Gwande’s Being Mortal in nonfiction.
Books I plan to give: Among others, Robert McCloskey’s A Time of Wonder, to my grandniece Caeley, who is about to turn 5 and just learning to read. She loves Maine, but does not (yet) read this blog, so saying it here won’t ruin the surprise.
Kate Flora: Like Lea Wait, I want a copy of The Muralist. B.A. Shapiro has been a friend 
for years, and her determination not to quit in the face of overwhelming discouragement, and knuckling down and writing even better books, is such an inspiration to me.
Giving? Well, they have never been on my literary landscape, but I’m giving my grandson Miles three Plants vs. Zombies books. Who knew?
John Clark: The Sister Pact by Stacie Ramey. I’m giving a copy of Code Name Habbakuk: A Secret Ship Made of Ice, a book I found in a shop when we were on our tour of the Canadian Rockies last summer.
December 30, 2015
In Fine Libraries Everywhere
Kate Flora: There’s an old New Yorker cartoon I remember from my childhood, where
Sometimes it’s fun to stack up all the books and see how much I’ve written.
the husband is saying on the phone: “She’s not here. She’s at fine stores everywhere.” Well, for me—the second-hand queen—I am rarely found at stores, but whenever possible, I am found in libraries.
There is no place a writer likes better than the library. The vast majority of us are voracious readers, and developing and feeding that reading habit began when we first clutched our library cards and started choosing and taking out books. Growing up, the Vose Library in Union, Maine was a magical place. Every week I would bring home a whole stack of books, and on Friday I would return them and get another stack. Back then I was enchanted by the way writers could pull me out of this world and into the world they had created.
I still am.
Becoming a writer—crossing that threshold into creating stories as well as reading them—has brought me into libraries in a new way. Now I visit to talk with readers. To get their perspective on my books. To hear what they wonder about. Sometimes to hear how deeply attached they’ve become to my characters. It is readers, of course, who have led me change my mind about ending the Joe Burgess series. It was supposed to be a quartet, but now I’ve written book five and am pondering on the plot for book six. Libraries foster these relationships between writers and readers by providing opportunities to speak about the process, the research, and to connect with people who are fascinated by writing and storytelling.
Last year, I joked that I hoped to eventually visit every library in Maine. So far, I’ve only taken baby steps, but with my co-written Maine game warden memoir, A Good Man with a Dog, http://amzn.to/1PuSQwI on the publication horizon, I’m hoping retired game warden Roger Guay and I will get to visit a whole lot more in 2016.
Here are some snapshots of 2015 in the library. Where will 2016 take me?
At the beautiful Rangeley Library with Lea Wait and Dorothy Cannell
Death and Desserts at the Liberty Library with Lea Wait and Dorothy Cannell
Murder by the Book, Jesup Library, Bar Harbor
Speaking about Death Dealer at the Jesup in Bar Harbor
Celebrating Carol Briggs retirement at the Curtis Memorial Library in Brunswick
With other Maine crime writers at Books in Boothbay
Mystery Night at the Concord Public Library
Another Country, Eventually My Own
John Clark following up on a Facebook post from earlier this month that got a couple interesting reactions. I’m in the editing mode on my current book, needing to cut about 20,000 words as well as wrap it up solidly. When taking breaks, my mind has been hopping in the Wayback machine all too often, leading me astray. One realization has been with me for a few years now. No matter what, there’s not enough time left (or energy for that matter) in my life to do all the stuff I thought I’d get to do. I hardly think I’m unique in that belief, but as a writer of fantasy and magic, That got me crafting a plan for my next life. Talking about it was the gist of my unsettling post. I understand that belief in subsequent lives isn’t held by the majority in this country and when I used to tell patrons at the library that was my expectation, some were really uncomfortable. Of course, I wasn’t wild when they tried converting me to the Baptist and Mormon faiths either.
Anyhow, in the course of contemplating a next life, I’ve not only had fun creating myself anew, but I came up with a dandy short story I’ll get to sometime before snow melts. It has a dandy gotcha at the end. Much of my future plan has been influenced by my years immersed in role playing games on the computer. After a two year hiatus, I started loading some of the games that were languishing on my shelf, ignored and unplayed when we renovated the geek cave. The first one was a dud, but Two Worlds, after I downloaded and installed a huge patch, was one of those I can jump into and can play for ten minutes or ten hours without any learning curve and no boredom. Exploring the world in this game was the catalyst for my going back to planning, or at least imagining a completely new life.
First off, it ain’t happening here. Earth is a disaster zone, made more so every day by hatred, denial and lack of respect for differences. Reappearing elsewhere is not a bad thing by any means. I had plenty of practice when I not only created a couple entire planets, but reworked the universe and even what’s beyond it before setting Berek Metcalf in motion ten years ago.
I begin completely anew, being born in a small village to parents who are intelligent and will pass on their mage and quick learning abilities. I’m not sure what they’ll name me, but I’m sure it will be interesting and roll comfortably off the tongue. Since the village will be remote, my curiosity about the rest of the world will grow as I do, leading me to drive the village mage and sorceress to distraction with endless questions. However, their recognition of my willingness to do whatever they require in order to learn will mean that by the time I’ve turned fourteen, I’ll be their equal, not only in terms of spell casting, but in my ability to find magical herbs and gems as I explore ever farther from the village. Here’s a peek at some of what unfolds.
Sometimes we fight, often we sing
During one of those adventures, I met a rider a few years older than myself. He was exploring and trying to evade bounty hunters who had been after him since he rescued two of his cousins just before they were to be hanged. A local noble, envious of their standing in the town, framed them for killing a stag he shot. Quill had no choice but to flee, although as an accomplished swordsman, doing so left a foul taste in his mouth. These and other aspects of his life I learned the afternoon we met. His horse was lame and he was unsure of the cause. I had considerable skill at diagnosing animal ailments and had the ingredients in my pouch to make a salve that had his mount good as new an no time. We had been talking while I worked and developed a kinship over a shared sense of humor and curiosity about what lay beyond that part of our world we knew.
Quill liked our village and decided to stay a while. We spent considerable time together, he training me in swordplay while I taught him as much as a non-mage could learn about herb and gem lore.
Several months after his arrival, the village was attacked by the bounty hunters who were now allied with bandits. None of them had an ounce of humanity. Much of the town was burned and my parents and more than a dozen others, including my mentor the mage were killed. That night, my newly acquired weapon skills stood me in good stead and I killed for the first time, not once, but four times and not by choice. Had I not wielded a long sword like I was possessed by an insane fury in the terrible firelight, more would have perished, including myself. Quill and I were able to save the sorceress and drive off the remaining attackers. The village was a sorry sight when the sun rose. After tending to the wounded and burying the dead, I gathered what was left of my belongings, paid my respects to the bereaved and took one of the few horses in the village as I followed my brother in blood into the wilderness.
Over the next several weeks, we followed the attackers, killing them as the opportunity arose. Why they didn’t speed away for reinforcements, we knew not, and when we interrogated the last of them before ridding the world of his evil soul, all he would say was that the lord had a fitting fate in store for us. We puzzled over that cryptic message, but could not make sense of it as we moved south ahead of the growing cold. Satisfied we were temporarily free of pursuers and curious about rumors we’d heard of a valley where powerful gems were to be found, we relaxed a bit, taking what work we could find in the towns and on farms that became more numerous the further south we rode.
Our quiet interlude was interrupted one night as we sat in a tavern, eating our first hot meal in ages, while warming our backsides by a roaring fire. A young woman sat at a nearby table, eating and sipping ale. I watched her as she continually scanned the room as though expecting trouble. It found her while we were debating whether to spend the last of our coin for a hot bath and soft bed.
The door opened and three evil looking men, all towering over the rest of us, strode in and made for her. She wasted no time, grabbing something from a pouch on her belt and flinging it in their faces as she grabbed a nasty looking short sword in her left hand and pulling an obsidian throwing knife from her belt with her right. Quill and I gave each other a quick look. We had come to communicate quite often in such a manner and he and I knew we were about to willingly step into someone else’s mess.
Never mistake demure for helpless.
What a mess it was, indeed. She’d tossed a flaming powder that ignited on contact with skin. I had the wits to look away as soon as the first grains hit the lead attacker, but even so, the flashes, coupled with their howls of rage would have frozen me in my tracks not so long ago. She hit one of them in the eye with her knife, dropping him to the floor, but I could tell the others weren’t seriously incapacitated by her magic, so I edged to my left as I drew my sword. I knew nothing about the combatants, but my gut said that she deserved our help. Even so, it was touch and go. Both attackers wielded four foot blades that had a greenish hue, telling me they were imbued with poison magic. I used a spell of my own creation that blurred the air around me, making it difficult for an assailant to hit me or see my own blade movement. It probably saved an arm or my life, allowing me to duck under a sweeping slash and slam my own blade upward, severing the muscles above his elbow.
While he was trying to switch hands, the mystery girl buried her sword in his belly at an angle, tearing a bloody hole that ended his involvement. Quill was barely holding his own with the last man, but was able to distract him long enough for me to make a chopping swing that sliced his hip open. As he turned to defend himself, Quill finished the fight, nearly severing his head.
He and I were trying to catch our breath when we realized she was hardly winded and unscathed. She gave us a smile of thanks and waited until we had regained our composure. That was our introduction to Sylvaine who was seventeen, part human and part fey, the first of that race I’d encountered. Her mage skills were much better than mine, while her swordsmanship was something Quill envied openly. Over mead and a sweet pastry that was so rich it curled my toes, both her treats, she explained that she was not only a sorceress, but had apprenticed as an assassin for a noble far to the north. When she realized that he was sending her to kill people who had done nothing save stand up for themselves, she murdered her employer, cleaned out his stash of gems and fled south.
Thus began an odd partnership that danced about on the edge of romantic attraction between Sylvaine and me. Quill was immune to her charms and was, I believe, secretly amused at our emotional parrying.
Next, maybe??
What happens next in the life to come, is yet to be written, but so far, I’m more than happy with my future. So, good readers, are you pondering a next life and if so, wow and where will it happen?
December 28, 2015
A Visit from the Vet
Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson here. Yes, you read that title correctly—it’s from, not to. In my part of Maine, we have a veterinarian who makes house calls. No more packing three cats (or, once upon a time, four cats and a dog) into carriers for a twenty-minute drive. Ever try to stuff a cat into a cat carrier when he didn’t want to go? Not fun.
It is so much more pleasant to make an appointment with Maine Woods Mobile Vet. She brings what she needs with her and uses our kitchen island as an examining table. The cats, of course, are suspicious, but it’s easier to catch them and carry them one by one to the kitchen (a place with very good associations for them!) than to subject them to imprisonment, a ride in the car, and all those strange animal smells at the other end. They still have to submit to being poked and prodded and given their shots, but the worst is over in a matter of minutes and they’re free again, in their own house, spared the indignity of yet another confinement for the trip home.
It’s easier on “Mom” too. Fewer scratches. No carriers to clean and store afterward. And best of all, I don’t get what my mother used to call “the hairy eyeball” from three ticked off kitties.
Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett is the author of over fifty books written under several names. She won the Agatha Award in 2008 for best mystery nonfiction for How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries and was an Agatha Award finalist in 2014 in the best mystery short story category for “The Blessing Witch.” Currently she writes the contemporary Liss MacCrimmon Mysteries (The Scottie Barked at Midnight) as Kaitlyn and the historical Mistress Jaffrey Mysteries (Murder in the Merchant’s Hall) as Kathy. The latter series is a spin-off from her earlier “Face Down” series and is set in Elizabethan England. Her websites are www.KaitlynDunnett.com and www.KathyLynnEmerson.com
December 27, 2015
Fitting In
Jessie: In Northern New England where the lawn is still disconcertingly green.
I love the holidays. I love the nostalgia, the traditions, the fun of secrets and surprises. But what I love most is the end of it all. It’s not because I’m tired of hearing carols in every store or that the Christmas lights have caused my electric bill to skyrocket.
It’s because I’m an enthusiastic goal setter. All year round I keep track of goals and create new ones. In January, so does almost everyone else. At the turn of the new year, no one thinks it odd if you wander for an hour up and down the calendars/planners aisles of the local office suppy store, considering your options. No one bats an eye if, in the course of a day, you join a gym, buy a book on decluttering and create a vision board. At any other time of year your family might stage an intervention. Or, at the very least, whisper anxious speculations about a mid-life crisis.
But in January, both the internet and the physical world are awash in support for resolutions and fresh, new starts. How-to advisors, life coaches and self-help gurus cheer on the masses from every direction. Optimism is everywhere.
Come February the fervor tends to die down. The camaraderie I enjoyed throughout the last few weeks fades and I find myself alone with the helpful staff at the local office supply store. But even though I feel out of step with the majority once more, there is an upside all die-hard New Englanders will understand; all the planners are on sale.
Readers, do you create New Year’s Resolutions? Do you create goals all year long? Or do you ignore all the hype?
December 25, 2015
Weekend Update: December 26-27, 2015
Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Jessie Crockett (Monday), Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson (Tuesday), John Clark (Wednesday), Kate Flora (Thursday), and a mystery post on Friday, the first day of 2016. Happy New Year, everyone!
In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:
from Kaitlyn Dunnett: I know, I know, you wish someone else would have news, but getting writers to add to the update is like trying to herd cats! Plus, everyone’s busy at this time of year. So here, just to have something in the news, is the cover of the German edition of Ho-Ho-Homicide.
Hans Copek kindly translated the title for me. It is a take-off on a popular German Christmas song (“Oh, Come All You Little Children”) and ends up meaning “Oh, Come All You Little Murderers.” Hmm. Only one murderer in the novel, but it makes as much sense as a title as the U. S. one.
An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.
And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business. Contact Kate Flora: mailto: kateflora@gmail.com
December 23, 2015
Merry E-Book Christmas
Since many of you have time to read over the holidays, or can’t wait to try out your new e-readers, or have been putting off sampling our books (what is wrong with you?) we asked each MCW writer to share one e-book they’d like you to try:
Lea Wait: The e-book I’d like featured is SHADOWS ON A MAINE CHRISTMAS – http://amzn.to/1PSv6FQ Price: $4.99 Last year it was on Library Journal’s “Ten Best Christmas Books” list!
Chris Holm: Here are the links for THE KILLING KIND ebook (the cover’s attached):
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-killing-kind-chris-holm/1121002340?ean=9780316259507
Kathy Lynn Emerson: MURDER IN THE MERCHANT’S HALL http://www.amazon.com/Murder-Merchants-Hall-Elizabethan-Thriller-ebook/dp/B016WD3EZG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1449585506&sr=1-1&keywords=Murder+in+the+Merchant%27s+Hall
Susan Vaughan: ALWAYS A SUSPECT
Links: Amazon – (pub 10/14/15): http://getBook.at/Always-a-Suspect ;
KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/always-a-suspect ;
ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/always-suspect-prequel-to/id1047925387?mt=11 ;
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/always-a-suspect-susan-vaughan/1122766488?ean=2940152398175
Jessie Crockett: A STICKY SITUATION http://amzn.to/1m4H9mY
Jen Blood: The title of the book I’m featuring is MIDNIGHT LULLABY. Links: Apple iBooks Barnes & Noble Nook Kobo Inktera/Page Foundry Scribd
Brenda Buchanan: The title of the book I’m featuring is COVER STORY. Here is the link: http://www.amazon.com/Cover-Story-Joe-Gale-Mystery-ebook/dp/B00XPQDOCC
Vaughn Hardacker: THE FISHERMAN http://www.amazon.com/Fisherman-Thriller-Vaughn-C-Hardacker-ebook/dp/B00XUYQWE6/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1450789199&sr=1-1&keywords=hardacker
Maureen Milliken: COLD HARD NEWS http://www.amazon.com/Cold-Hard-News-Maureen-Milliken-ebook/dp/B00XWUR8BO/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1450908896&sr=8-1&keywords=Cold+Hard+News
Kate Flora: A book of mine most readers have never heard of, writing as Katharine Clark, STEAL AWAY http://www.amazon.com/Steal-Away-Katharine-Clark-ebook/dp/B0056DY746/ref=sr_1_16_twi_kin_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1450908973&sr=1-16&keywords=steal+away (If the Amazon reviews are a clue, you’ll either love it or hate it!)
And finally, casting ahead into the future, Barbara Ross says:
Fogged Inn, Maine Clambake Mystery #4, debuts February 23, 2016.
Nothing’s colder than a corpse–especially one stashed inside a sub-zero fridge. The victim spent his last night on earth dining at her restaurant’s bar, so naturally Julia Snowden finds herself at the center of the investigation. Lost in the November fog, however, is who’d want to kill the unidentified stranger–and why. It might have something to do with a suspicious group of retirees and a decades-old tragedy to which they’re all connected. One thing’s for sure: Julia’s going to make solving this mystery her early bird special…
There’s a Goodreads Giveaway right now https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/166449-fogged-inn
And Fogged Inn is available for pre-order from all the usual suspects– Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Google, Kobo, and from your local independent bookstore.
