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Wednesday, March 3, 2021

#WednesdayWordswithFriends welcomes Karen McCullough!

Good Morning!

Looks like Spring and Winter are fighting for supremacy here in SW Louisiana. We're turning our AC on during the day and heater at night and Mother Nature is arguing with Father Sun because we get rain and clouds and sunshine all mixed up LOL! But God is good ALL the Time!

Today's guest has been here before so please settle in and enjoy Karen McCullough's post about Playing with Story....

For half of the month of December, my daughter, son-in-law, and their four sons isolated themselves for two weeks so that they could safely visit us for the Christmas holiday. Even though, we didn’t see many of the friends and other family we normally would, we did have a wonderful time with them.

The four boys range from nine down to three and all have very different personalities. But a couple of things they have in common: they all have vivid imaginations and no fear in setting them loose.

The picture shows what happened when a couple of them were handed a box of Mr. Potato-head pieces. They had already done the standard silly faces and mixed up limbs for a while but got bored with being conventional.

The older boys got several robot kits of various sorts for Christmas. (It was a theme this year, and they do love robots!) Most seemed to require adult assistance to get them put together right, but a couple still refused to function properly. They got set aside for a bit. A few days ago my daughter let me know that the boys had gotten out those kits again, spent days noodling around with them and finally got everything working, one way or another. Directions apparently had only a minimal role in that happening.

I’m well aware that it’s not fool-proof, but the point is that by playing with these sets, they actually achieved better results than the adults who slavishly tried to follow the (frequently enigmatic) directions.

I try to do something similar when I approach creating a story. I’m pretty much a seat-of-the-pants writer, meaning I don’t pre-plot short stories or novels. I start with an idea, usually an opening scene or two and a vague notion of where I think it’s going to go. Then I sit down and write and see what my brain comes up with. 

Occasionally, the story will just work right out of my mind and onto the paper. I love when that happens. More often, though, I’ll write scenes, incidents, and in the process, I’ll find the core of the characters and unearth the story. More often it comes out as something equivalent to the Potato-Head mish-mash the boys built.

Almost always I have to go back and reorganize things, realizing I may have started at the wrong place or included too much of the background I had to write to find the kernel of the plot. Every now and again I get to a point where I realize it just isn’t working and isn’t going to, so I put that aside and go onto something else.

Normally, though, by playing around with the story elements--the scenes, the dialogue, unexpected actions by the characters and a few surprise revelations--I’ll find the heart of the conflict and the character’s arc. The process takes time. I’m not a fast writer, just a steady one.

Karen McCullough is the author of almost two dozen published novels and novellas in the mystery, romance, suspense, and fantasy genres, including the Market Center Mysteries Series and two books in the No Brides Club series of romance novels. She has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy, and has also been a finalist in the Daphne, Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, and Vixen Award contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications. She lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years. Connect with Karen at the following locations: Website: http://www.kmccullough.com

Want to find out more about Karen? Revisit her previous posts and check out her book A Gift for Murcher

Greed, jealousy, and anger often lurk below the surface of trade shows and business exhibitions, but murder isn't usually on the program....

For fifty-one weeks of the year, Heather McNeil loves her job as assistant to the director of the Washington, D.C. Commerce & Market Show Center. But the Gifts and Home Decorations trade show, the biggest show of the year at the center, is a week-long nightmare. This year’s version is being worse than usual. Misplaced shipments, feuding exhibitors, and malfunctioning popcorn machines are all in a day’s work. Finding the body of a murdered executive dumped in a trash bin during the show isn’t. The discovery tips throws Heather’s life—personal and professional—into havoc.

The police suspect the victim’s wife killed him, but Heather doesn’t believe it. She’s gotten glimmers of an entirely different scenario and possible motive. Questioning exhibitors about the crime doesn’t make her popular with them or with her employers, but if she doesn’t identify the murderer before the show ends, the culprit will remain free to kill again.

Her only help comes from an exhibitor with ulterior motives and the Market Center’s attractive new security officer, Scott Brandon. Despite opposition from some of the exhibitors, her employers, and the police, Heather seeks to expose the killer before the show ends. To solve the mystery, she will have to risk what’s most important to her and be prepared to fight for answers, her job, and possibly her life.

Get your copy today at: Amazon  Nook  Smashwords  Kobo  iBooks

What a cute story, Karen, thanks for sharing! Hang on to those Mr. Potato Heads because he is now just "Potato Head" such insanity but we're not going there LOL!

Good luck and God's blessings with your books.

Until next time, Friends, take care and God bless.
PamT

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

#TuesdayTreasures Guest post by Karen McCullough

Good Morning Friends!

Today's guest is no stranger to us so I'm just going to turn the blog straight on over to her....

I’m going to show you something that you might think is a very weird treasure. Can you even tell what they are?


If you guessed that they’re a bunch of rubber erasers, pat yourself on the back.

But they’re more than that to me. They’re mementos from my travels. The group shown above is a sample of my much more extensive collection.

It’s only in the last ten years that travel has been any sort of possibility for me. It took getting my kids through college, paying off debt, and my husband and I both moving into semi-retirement before it was even possible.

Twelve years ago my son went over to Wales to study at the University of Bangor in Wales. While there he met the woman who would become his wife, and they eventually settled in Oxford, England, when he was offered his dream job.  So now I have a huge incentive to travel to England, or on occasion, to meet them in other places a young English family can reach fairly easily for vacations.

Our very first trip to England was for their wedding, and we (my husband and two daughters) decided to do some touring while we were there. We started in Edinburgh, Scotland, spent a few days there, proceeded to London for a few days, and then went on to Hastings for the wedding itself. 

Of course I wanted souvenirs, but we had limited suitcase space since we were hauling them around on trains and buses. At practically our first stop in Scotland I found what would be the perfect souvenir for me.

In Europe (as in America and most places, I suppose), every tourist destination – big, small, and in between – has a gift shop. One of the staples of European gift shops are these small rubber erasers imprinted with the name of the place. And I’ve lately found that some American souvenir shops are stocking them as well.

They come in many sizes, colors, and varieties, including some shaped like books.  They’re perfect souvenirs – small, light-weight, and inexpensive. I’ve been trying to buy one from every place we’ve visited ever since.

And it seems to me there’s something totally appropriate about erasers as a souvenir for an author.

Oh Wow, Karen...I collect magnets and T-shirts LOL! but these are definitely something to treasure.

Karen McCullough is the author of a dozen published novels and novellas in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres as well. She has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy, and has also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Daphne, Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the mystery, fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. She has three children, six grandchildren (plus one on the way) and lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years.

Connect with Karen on her Website, Blog, Facebook and Twitter.

Karen's latest book, Wired for Murder can be purchased at Amazon (Kindle), Smashwords, iTunes, Kobo, and on Nook.

Check out Karen't previous visits here, here, here and here!

I certainly hope you enjoyed today's post as much as I did. Stay tuned weekly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT


Saturday, June 25, 2016

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Karen McCullough & Wired for Murder!

Hello and Welcome to the last Saturday Spotlight in June!

Yeah, I know...this year is flying by way too fast. I agree. Alas, the show must go on so without much further ado I'm pleased to welcome today's guest, Karen McCullough back to our blog with  her novel, Wired for Murder....

Karen McCullough is the author of a dozen published novels and novellas in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres as well. She has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy, and has also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Daphne, Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the mystery, fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. She has three children, six grandchildren (plus one on the way) and lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years.



Most of the time, Heather McNeil loves her job as assistant to the director of the Washington DC Market Show Center. Because she’s a good listener and even better at solving problems, her boss assigns her to handle a lot of the day to day issues that arise during the shows, exhibits, and conferences being held there.

The Business Technology Exposition at the Market Center is set to open with a major new product announcement from one of the biggest companies in the computer electronics business. Before that event, though, the president of industry-leader MegaComp has a very public argument with a man who accuses the company of stealing the concept for a technical process from him. The announcement goes off without a hitch. But when the accuser returns a phone call from Heather, she becomes an unwilling audience to his murder and later finds his body in a private section of an exhibitor’s booth.

Heather is more than happy to leave the investigation to the police, but she’s the person everyone talks to and she soon learns more than she wanted to know about the victim and all the people who really didn’t like him very much.

Excerpt: 
Ninety-nine days out of a hundred I love my job as assistant to the director of the Washington D.C. Commerce and Market Center. That particular Monday morning, however, I had a hard time remembering why. Setup day before the start of the Washington, D.C. BizTech Show had already staked its claim as the one in the current hundred that made me want to re-examine my career choice.
Whatever my title might indicate, I spend most of my time as liaison between the exhibitors and the director, being general troubleshooter and flak-catcher. That part of the job I usually don’t mind so much. I’m good at listening and staying calm and finding ways to make things better. I keep my head when everyone around me is losing theirs. In general, anyway. But dealing with a list of problems growing faster than I could possibly handle them set my nerves on edge.
On the plus side, the exhibition starting the next day meant I had to be down on the show floor rather than at my desk dealing with the mountain of paperwork that filled my inbox, the gazillion phone messages, and an email box that beeped and glared at me, sulking because I’d neglected it for so long. Of course that just delayed tackling the mess, which would only grow bigger and be even harder to face later.
On the down side, by ten-thirty in the morning I already had a full day’s worth of aggravations to deal with. Plus, setting up for a trade show creates a huge, headache-inducing racket. Several hundred booths being assembled at the same time in an echoing, cavernous space could make an aircraft carrier sound peaceful by comparison. Metal clanged against metal as structures were put together and pieces whacked into place, voices called back and forth, boxes were ripped open, hand trucks squealed on constant rushes back and forth from the loading dock, and footsteps tromped relentlessly.
The buzz of an electric screwdriver rasped my nerves again while my temples throbbed in time to the pounding of a hammer on steel joints. One of the rental bucketlifts chirped a grating counterpoint to the banging as it backed up.
My throbbing head demanded a couple of ibuprofens before I tackled the next item on the list. I headed for the elevator to go back upstairs, but no such luck. A pair of men approached at a run, their eyes focused on me. I sighed and waited. I didn’t recognize them, but their intent gaze said they knew who I was. Next crisis, I thought.
“Miss McNeill?” The man in the lead stopped and huffed in a sharp breath. “I think you might want to do something. A couple of guys are…”
“What?”
“Fighting,” the second one, older and a bit pudgy, said. His face was red and pulled into a worried frown.
“Really more of an argument,” the first one elaborated. “A loud one.”
Great.



You can purchase Wired for Murder at Amazon.

Check out Karen't previous visits here, here and here!

Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and that you'll return weekly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and of course, Saturday Spotlight!

Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT



Thursday, April 14, 2016

#ThursdayThoughts: Guest post by Karen McCullough

Good Morning Friends!

I pray you've had a lovely week so far. Today I'm happy to bring to you my guest, Karen McCullough to share some thoughts with us.

So without further ado.....Here's Karen.....

Baseball Season Again (and the Connection to Being an Author)
By Karen McCullough

Confession time: I’m a sports geek. Football, basketball, and baseball seasons cover pretty much the entire year, and that makes me happy. Always something fun to watch on TV and sometimes I get to go to a game.  The NCAA tournament is behind us now and my team didn’t win it all. Oh well, they got to the tournament and made it to the Sweet 16. Pretty good for a group that was seriously under-manned. But I’m ready to move on.

Spring is officially here and that means baseball season!

There’s something particularly exciting about the start of a new sports season. Everything’s fresh, new, and fraught with possibility. This could be the year my team wins it all. And even if they don’t, there’s always the chance that something amazing will happen during the season. This is especially true with baseball, which is a long season with a lot of games. That means plenty of opportunities for great plays, amazing hitting streaks, unexpected success stories, etc.

That’s kind of the way it feels when I start writing a new book. Since I’m a pantser, I generally have no idea what’s going to happen on the book. Each day, when I sit down to write I hope something amazing, something wonderful will happen. I never know what interesting idea, unusual detail, or surprising plot twist is going to pop into my head.

That’s the thrill of both baseball and writing for me. The next pitch could be a home run. The next sentence I write could be the brilliant bit that knocks the story out of the park.  The sheer thrill of creation keeps me writing when it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, rejections mount, or publishers fold.

And speaking of that, something else is new for me this spring. Since Five Star folded up its mystery line in January while the second book of my Market Center Mystery Series was still in the editorial process and rights were returned to me, I’ve decided to self publish it and subsequent books.

Wired for Murder is currently with my former Five Star editor, who is doing an edit for me on a free-lance basis. I’m happy she could do it, since she’s very thorough and has already read the first book in the series.

I’m also agonizing over cover.  I want to redo the cover for the first book at the same time as getting a new cover for the second book, something that can brand the series and will work for future books as well.

And I’m drawing up a list of blog sites for promo once I get the edits back and cover done. As yet I don’t have a release date, but I’m kind of hoping I can manage July 1st.

This is so much more work than going through a traditional publisher, but I do like having final say on everything!



Karen McCullough is the author of a dozen published novels and novellas in the mystery, romantic suspense, and fantasy genres as well. She has won numerous awards, including an Eppie Award for fantasy, and has also been a four-time Eppie finalist, and a finalist in the Daphne, Prism, Dream Realm, Rising Star, Lories, Scarlett Letter, and Vixen Awards contests. Her short fiction has appeared in several anthologies and numerous small press publications in the mystery, fantasy, science fiction, and romance genres. She has three children, four grandchildren and lives in Greensboro, NC, with her husband of many years.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KarenMcCulloughAuthor

A Gift for Murder (Note: the cover here will soon be changed since I’m want to give the series a unified look. The price is likely to change as well so you might want to grab a copy right now if you’re interested.)

The Gifts and Home Decoration trade show provides Heather McNeill with the longest week of her hectic life. As assistant to the director of Washington, D.C.'s, Market and Commerce center, she's point person for complaining exhibitors, missing shipments and miscellaneous disasters. It's a job she takes in stride—until murder crashes the event.

Read an excerpt and get order links here: http://www.kmccullough.com/Murder.php
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CGKYNT6


Oh wow, I haven't enjoyed a good baseball game since my brothers played back in the 70's...well except for an occasional LSU game.

Anyway, Thanks Karen for sharing your thoughts with us. I'm a 'panster' too so I know exactly the thrill of starting and discovering a story!

Hope you enjoyed today's post friends. Hope to see you again soon for Saturday Spotlight, Tuesday Treasures and of course, Thursday Thoughts!

Until next time...take care and God Bless!
PamT


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

#TuesdayTreasure: Guest post by Kate Flora!

Good Morning Friends,

Last month Kate shared some of her thoughts with us and today she wants to share something she treasures.....


My treasure for this Tuesday is not a thing but a place. Specifically, our summer cottage on the coast of Maine. I was born in Maine many years ago, lived there until I went to college, and then came back after law school to take my dream job in the attorney general’s office. But then love and life intervened, and while I continued to think of myself as a Maniac (yes, we do sometimes calls ourselves this), I was spending most of my time in Massachusetts.

Fast forward to the year 2000. For about twenty years, we had been looking for my husband’s dream house on the ocean. For most of that twenty years, the places we looked at, when we had time to look at all with busy jobs and small children, were never what he wanted. But in January of 2000, I got a call from our realtor that he was about to list a place he thought we might like.

I jumped in the car and drove to Maine, slithered down a long set of icy steps, and entered a little 1920’s cottage perched on a rocky ledge above the sea. Unlike most of the houses we’d seen, this one had a kitchen with a view. I took a dozen pictures, had them developed, and handed them to my husband, saying I’d finally found his dream house. That weekend we came to look at the house together, and he agreed.

We’re now enjoying our fifteenth summer in the cottage, and I never get over my initial delight. I’m slowly wrestling some flower gardens from the rocky Maine soil, including some plants from my mother’s garden which make me smile whenever they bloom. The cottage faces west, so when the fog isn’t surrounding us, as it has this weekend, we get to enjoy gorgeous Maine sunsets.

It’s also a perfect place to write. The days seem so long and quiet here, interrupted only by the chirping of the birds. My co-writer, Joe Loughlin, and I hashed out the complexities of our true crime, Finding Amy, sitting on the deck overlooking the lawn. I interviewed a retired Maine game warden, Roger Guay, for his memoir about resource protection and training search and rescue and cadaver dogs, A Good Man with a Dog, in this living room. I sat at the dining table and write my Joe Burgess police procedurals.

This summer, after fourteen years of writing at opposite ends of the dining table, me writing fiction, my husband doing legal work, we added a small third-floor room which will be our new office. And now, settled at my new desk staring out through a stately white birch toward a busy lobstering harbor, I have just started a new, non-series book. With the fascination of a reader wanting to know: What happens next? I am writing the story to see who this character who came knocking on my imagination is, and why he wants his story told.

Kate Flora is the author of 14 books. Her titles include the star-reviewed Joe Burgess police series. And Grant You Peace won the 2015 Maine Literary Award for Crime Fiction. Redemption won in 2013. Her nonfiction includes the Agatha and Anthony nominated true crime Death Dealer, and Finding Amy, co-written with Portland, Maine deputy chief Joseph Loughlin, which was a 2007 Edgar nominee. With retired Maine game warden Roger Guay, she has co-written a memoir, A Good Man with a Dog. Her next Thea Kozak mystery, Death Warmed Over, will be published in 2016.

A former Maine assistant attorney general in the areas of battered children and employment discrimination, she’s a founding member the New England Crime Bake, the Maine Crime Wave, and a founder of Level Best Books. She served as international president of Sisters in Crime. Flora teaches writing for Grub Street in Boston. Find out about all of Kate's releases including these last two at her website.

Wow, such a prolific author! We certainly wish Kate the best of God's blessings on all of her endeavors!

Hope to see you again soon for another Tuesday Treasure, Thursday Thoughts and/or Saturday Spotlight!

Until next time, take care & God Bless.
PamT

Saturday, July 4, 2015

#SaturdaySpotlight: Maris Soule with Eat Crows & Die

Happy 4th of July!

Today's Saturday Spotlight is with a returning guest, Maris Soule who has shared the other books in this series with us already!

Today's feature is book 3 in her PJ Benson mysteries!

P.J. Benson knows Sheriff’s Detective Wade Kingsley wouldn’t blowup his own boat to kill his ex-wife and her new husband; nevertheless, the investigating detectives consider Wade their prime suspect, and so do Wade’s ex-in-laws. Under the circumstances, it’s not the right time to tell Wade she’s pregnant, but P.J.’s bouts of morning sickness give her away. Wade definitely doesn’t want P.J. “playing detective,” but she feels she must; otherwise, the father of her baby is going to end up in prison.

Excerpt:
“Were you going to go swimming?”
“Huh?” He looked at me as if I were crazy. “We were going fishing, not swimming. I would have taken the boat down to the dunes if we were going swimming.”
“Maybe so, but it sure looked like the two of you were about to dive off the boat.”
Wade sat back on the couch, and I could tell he was trying to remember. I felt sorry for him. How terrible to have a period in your life where you didn’t remember anything.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “I don’t know what we were doing or how we even got there.”
Baraka must have heard the sadness in Wade’s voice. My dog got up from where he’d been sleeping and ambled over to put his head on Wade’s knees. Without even looking down, Wade began stroking Baraka’s head.
“He’s feeling sorry for you,” I said.
“I’m feeling sorry for myself. I just wish I could remember what happened after everyone got on the boat.”
“You need to talk to Jason.” Wade’s son might be only six, but he was a smart kid. Being tossed in the water didn’t seem to have affected him. “He can tell you what happened. Do you want me to call your sister?”
“No.” Wade’s response was immediate and forceful. “I don’t want him thinking about what happened. Not tonight. If he thinks about it, he’s going to realize his mother's dead.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
Wade gave me a withering look. “Come on, P.J., you saw those pictures. Do you really think she could have survived that explosion?”
Call me an optimist, but I hoped she had . . . for Jason’s sake. “I’m just saying, you don’t know for sure that she's dead. After all, you and Jason survived that explosion.”
“Because we happened to be on the bow of the boat. I didn’t see Linda or Brewster anywhere on deck. Not in any of those pictures. If they had been, if they’d been thrown into the water like Jason and I were, I’m sure someone would have noticed. Would have picked them up.”
I hated to admit he was probably right. “Sometimes miracles do happen.”
“The miracle is Jason and I are alive. P.J., you heard the reporter. They’re sending dive teams to look for the bodies.” Wade looked back at the TV. “I wish they’d show that clip again.”
The news, however, had moved on to the weather.

EAT CROW AND DIE is available at: Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/oku554e


Maris Soule is a two time RITA finalist, and has won and placed in many other contests. This is her 4th published mystery. She's also had 25 category romances, and 2 short stories published. 
Eat Crow and Die is her third book in the P.J. Benson series. The Rhodesian Ridgeback, who helped her find ways to involve a Ridgeback puppy in a mystery, has now passed over the rainbow bridge after giving her almost twelve and a half years of happiness. He is missed. 
Web site: http://marissoule.com
Blog. http://marissoule.com/blog/
Facebook: http://Facebook.com/marissouleauthor
Twitter @marisSouthHaven,
Also on: Google+, Goodreads, LinkedIn, and Pinterest


Well Friends, hope you enjoyed this spotlight!

Whatever you do to celebrate this weekend, do it with love .... be safe & have fun!

Pamela S Thibodeaux
"Inspirational with an Edge!" (tm)

Saturday, March 28, 2015

#SaturdaySpotlight: Maris Soule & As the Crow Flies

Good Morning!

Been a lovely couple of days here in SW Louisiana. I hope you're getting your share of nice weather too.

Today we welcome back to our blog, author Maris Soule with her title, As the Crow Flies.

P.J. Benson receives a briefcase from an elderly woman, and within twenty-four hours the briefcase is stolen, a man is dead, and P.J. is receiving death-threats. Once again, P.J. and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, Baraka, must deal with her unpredictable rural Michigan neighbors, her quirky mother, and Homicide Detective Deputy Wade Kingsley, who won't answer her calls.


Excerpt:
“Here.” A silver-haired woman about my height but three times my width shoved a battered, black briefcase into my arms. “You take this.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, shifting the cumbersome piece of luggage to a more comfortable position. “What’s in here?”
She gave a quick, furtive glance around the library meeting room, then stepped closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Something they want.”
Something heavy, I decided, and set the briefcase on the carpeting. “Who wants it?”
“Them.” Her pale blue eyes held a feverish glow that reminded me of the look my schizophrenic mother got when she was sure aliens had landed. “The ones he talked to. He told them if they want what he has in this briefcase, they’ll have to pay for it.”
My internal alert alarm went off, and I stepped back and glanced at the nametag on the woman’s cotton blouse. Ida Delaney. “Ida, that sounds like blackmail.”
“I know. And that’s why you have to help him. Help me.” Her chin began to quiver. “I know what happens to blackmailers. I’ve seen it on my afternoon shows. They get arrested or they get killed. I don’t know what I’ll do if they kill him.”
Just the idea of getting involved in another murder sent a shiver down my spine. “I can’t help you, Ida,” I said. “You need to go to the police.”
“No.” She shook her head, the loose-skinned wattle under her chin swinging back and forth. “No, I can’t do that. Donald said if I bothered them again, they’d make me go into a nursing home. I came here because the sign outside said you’d tell us how to protect ourselves.”
“From scams.” I thought I’d explained that during my talk. “Not from . . .”
I was going to say stupidity, but stopped myself and looked around, hoping to see either Emily Anderson, the librarian who had introduced me, or my grandmother, who had convinced me to talk to her senior citizens’ group.
At least two dozen gray-haired seniors had stayed after my talk, most of them now gathered around the refreshment table. I didn’t spot either the librarian or Grandma Carter in the group. My grandmother’s absence didn’t surprise me. My bet was she’d stepped outside for a cigarette. She hates all the No Smoking regulations Michigan’s lawmakers have come up with.
Well, I felt no pity for her today. Although summer wouldn’t officially start for another nine days, today’s weather was perfect—temps in the mid-seventies and not a cloud in the sky.
“The police think I’m crazy,” Ida whispered, bringing my attention back to her.
I knew from experience how that felt, but I had to agree with them in this case.
“Sometimes I get things a little mixed up,” Ida said. “But I really thought it was my house. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have crawled through that window. I mean, my gosh, I almost got stuck.”
“You crawled through a window into someone else’s house?” I tried not to smile, but picturing Ida Delaney squeezing her broad rear-end through an open window was more than I could suppress.
She frowned at me. “It wasn’t funny, and I really don’t see why they had to call the police. Donald told them it did look like the house I used to live in.”
“And who’s Donald?”
“My nephew.” She looked down at the briefcase by our feet. “I think he’s sorry he threatened them. He asked for way too much money.”

AS THE CROW FLIES is available at:
BarnesandNoble/hardcover: http://goo.gl/ickcWA
BarnesandNoble/nook: http://goo.gl/XkyfEs
Smashwords: http://goo.gl/l9F1tx


Maris Soule has had 2 mysteries, 25 category romances, and 2 short stories published. 2 more mystery/suspense novels will be released in 2015. She is a two time RITA finalist, and has won and placed in many other contests. Born and raised in California, Soule now lives in Michigan in the summer and Florida in the winter.
Web site: http://marissoule.com
Blog. 
http://marissoule.com/blog/
Facebook: http://Facebook.com/marissouleauthor
Twitter @marisSouthHaven,
Also on: Google+, Goodreads, LinkedIn, and Pinterest
AS THE CROW FLIES (Another P.J. Benson Mystery)

Sounds like a good book to curl up with if you're not having great weather, but if you are you can always save it for a rainy day!

Until later...take care & God Bless!
PamT

Saturday, March 7, 2015

#SaturdaySpotlight: Jen J Danna!

Good Morning Friends!

Well March just seems to be marching on as here we are at the 7th already!

Today it is my pleasure to welcome author Jen J Danna back to the spotlight with her book, Two Parts Bloody Murder.
A scientist specializing in infectious diseases, Jen J. Danna works as part of a dynamic research group at a cutting-edge Canadian university. However, her true passion lies in indulging her love of the mysterious through her writing. Together with her partner Ann Vanderlaan she crafts suspenseful crime fiction with a realistic scientific edge. Their four Abbott and Lowell Forensic Mysteries include DEAD, WITHOUT A STONE TO TELL IT; NO ONE SEES ME ’TILL I FALL; A FLAME IN THE WIND OF DEATH; and TWO PARTS BLOODY MURDER.

Jen lives near Toronto, Ontario, with her husband and two daughters. You can find out more about Jen by visiting her website or connecting with her on Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest or Twitter!


Prohibition was a time of clandestine excess—short skirts, drinking, dancing . . . and death. But a murder committed so many years ago still has the power to reverberate decades later with deadly consequences. It’s a double surprise for Trooper Leigh Abbott as she investigates a cold case and discovers two murder victims in a historic nineteenth-century building. Together with forensic anthropologist Matt Lowell and medical examiner Dr. Edward Rowe, she uncovers the secrets of a long-forgotten, Prohibition-era speakeasy in the same building. But when the two victims are discovered to be relatives—their deaths separated by over eighty years—the case deepens, and suddenly the speakeasy is revealed as ground zero for a cascade of crimes through the decades. When a murder committed nearly forty years ago comes under fresh scrutiny, the team realizes that an innocent man was wrongly imprisoned and the real murderer is still at large. Now they must solve three murders spanning over eighty years if they hope to set a wronged man free.

EXCERPT
“Whoa!” Brad Riley’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he stepped into the dimly lit bar. 
“This is amazing!” Riley was the squad rookie, and the one trooper in the unit Leigh was on truly good terms with. He’d heard the stories about Leigh from the other guys, but had decided on his own that she wasn’t a bad cop. He’d even volunteered to help with her casework in the past. He was young and green, but they’d all been that at some point, and Leigh genuinely liked him.

Leigh grinned at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”

“The body is down here?” Riley swung the sledgehammer off his shoulder, carefully lowering it to the ground.

“Maybe. We’re about to find out for sure. Through here.” She led the way into the back, waiting patiently as Riley dragged his heels a bit, looking at everything as he came through.
“Do you want to do the honors?” she asked Rowe.

He stepped back, one hand raised, the other still weighed down with the crowbar he carried. “No, ma’am. This is the most fun I’ve had on a case in years, but this is your show. You do the honors.”

Leigh accepted the sledgehammer from Riley, swinging it up to rest on her shoulder. “I’m thinking dead center to have the least amount of support from the surrounding structure. Agreed?”

“Yes. Not that you’ll have much luck aiming with that, but try for the mortar joins. The mortar will give way before the brick.”

Leigh got a good grip on the sledgehammer and then swung it with all her strength at the wall. It hit with a resounding crash, the reverberations shooting up both arms and straight into her shoulders. She let the sledgehammer fall heavily to the floor, narrowly missing her toes, before examining the wall. The bricks were all still in place, but mortar crumbled to the floor. Heaving the sledgehammer up to her shoulder again, she prepared for the second strike.
It took three blows to knock the first brick free and two more to make a hole big enough to see through. Leigh set the sledgehammer down against the wall, panting. “That . . . should do it.” 

Stepping up to the shoulder-height hole, she pulled a loose brick free and tossed it onto the plank floor at her feet. She angled the light into the hole, crouched down to peer in, and froze.
The hidden space was approximately two feet deep and ran the length of the eight foot wall. She had to crane her neck to follow the narrow beam of light down to the floor. But after all the time spent with Matt and his students, there was no mistaking the pale flash of bones lying inside.

A tomb was hidden on the other side of this wall. But had the victim been alive or dead when he was bricked in so long ago?

Wordlessly, she stepped back and handed the flashlight to Rowe. He gave her a quick, searching glance, but then moved in to see for himself. He peered through the gap, squinting in the dim light and then spending a long moment taking in the remains. Finally, he pulled back and handed the flashlight to Riley before stepping out of the way.

Leigh met his solemn gaze. “Better call Lowell back ASAP,” he said. “Looks like we’re going to need him again.”

Well if you like murder mysteries, you might want to check this one out!

Two Parts Bloody Murder can be purchased at Amazon in Print and for Kindle; Amazon CA Print, Kindle; Amazon UK Print, Kindle and at B&N.


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Until later....take care, God Bless and remember....Our thoughts create our life so choose your thoughts wisely.

Something to think about.....
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Saturday, January 10, 2015

#SaturdaySpotlight: Maris Soule & The Crows

Good Morning and Welcome!

Well it's nice and C-O-L-D here...UGH (I am definitely NOT a winter person)..but never fear, if you're looking to curl up in front of the fire, on the couch or in the bed with a good book, I've got one for you in this week's Saturday Spotlight!

A relaxing afternoon walk in the woods with her Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy turns into a harrowing experience for accountant P.J. Benson; one that ends with a man dying in her dining room. P.J. has a stack of taxes to finish before April 15th; she doesn't have time to deal with people being murdered, her house being broken into, a biogenetic experiment that doesn't seem to exist, or an attractive homicide detective. Forced to question her sanity, she fears she's developing the same debilitating schizophrenia that claimed her mother's mind...that or someone really is trying to kill her.
Excerpt from THE CROWS
“You say the body’s in the dining room? Where’s this door lead?”
“My kitchen.”
He nodded. “I think we can let you inside where it’s warmer, but you’ll have to stay where I tell you. This is now a crime scene.”
“No, it’s a where-he-died scene. That’s where the crime occurred.” I pointed toward the woods.
He looked that direction, and that’s when I noticed his eye lashes. Why is it men always get the beautiful blue eyes and the long, thick lashes? It’s just not fair. I did notice a few crow’s-feet at the edges of his eyes, but they only added a rugged quality to his features.
His gaze came back to the door. “Did you go in this way when you found the body?”
“Yes, but I was careful. I only touched the end of the handle, below the blood.”
“Good.” He pulled a latex glove out of his jacket pocket and slipped it on. I noticed he wore no rings. Neither hand. Not that it meant he wasn’t married or had a significant other . . . or that I should care.

The Crows can be purchased at Amazon (Kindle); B&N (Nook); and Smashwords
Maris Soule has had 2 mysteries, 25 category romances, and 2 short stories published. 2 more mystery/suspense novels will be released in 2015. She is a two time RITA finalist, and has won and placed in many other contests. Born and raised in California, Soule now lives in Michigan in the summer and Florida in the winter.
Web site: http://marissoule.com
Blog. 
http://marissoule.com/blog/
Facebook: http://Facebook.com/marissouleauthor
Twitter @marisSouthHaven,
Also on: Google+, Goodreads, LinkedIn, and Pinterest


Hope you enjoyed this Saturday Spotlight! Stay tuned next week for new Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and another Saturday Spotlight.

Until later...stay warm, take care & God Bless!
PamT