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Blog post by Sarah Graves

As many of you already know, the Jake & Ellie “Death by Chocolate” mysteries – including the first in the new series, DEATH BY CHOCOLATE CHERRY CHEESECAKE – are set in the real-life town of Eastport, Maine. That’s where my husband and I moved from Connecticut twenty years ago, and it’s where we’ve stayed – partly because we’ve gotten so busy here, but mostly because it’s just too beautiful to leave. So of course, the place found its way into my work: sometimes into the fiction, other times into the actual physical work of writing, as well.

Two years ago, for instance, we bought an old motorboat. Nothing fancy, but it had a tiny cabin where a writer could hide away, and as a bonus the boat’s battery ran my laptop! So now I spend summer afternoons at a picturesque dock, and if I get any interruptions they’re from birds and an occasional curious seal.

Another great thing about writing in Eastport is that there is so much to do and see! And every bit of it is not only fun in the moment when it’s happening, it also serves as material for the book-in-progress. After all, if I think it’s lovely, funny, scary or just plain weird, Jake and Ellie – and readers, I hope – probably will, too.  Continue reading “Blog post by Sarah Graves”

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Hey everyone…this is Jo:

I’m so excited to share Hannah’s next mystery.  It’s Raspberry Danish Murder, and I’ve been in a baking frenzy to finish it for you.  In honor of the upcoming release, my publisher sent me a gorgeous raspberry pink Kitchen-Aid mixer to match the book.  I’ve been having so much fun making the recipes from the book, including:  Raspberry Danishes, Cherry Chocolate Bar Cookies, Upside Down Pear Coffee Cake, and Chocolate Butterscotch Crunch Cookies, that I wanted one special Hannah fan to get a mixer to match mine.  I twisted my publisher’s arm, and they finally agreed to get one lucky winner one that matched mine.

Now how will we find that one Hannah super fan who will win the raspberry mixer?

I know!  We’ll have a pre-order sweepstakes campaign.  All you have to do is pre-order Raspberry Danish Murder and register your pre-order in the form to be entered.

All the details to enter are below.   Good luck!  I hope you win!  Do be sure to send me pictures of the delicious recipes you’ve made in your new raspberry mixer.

Love you guys.

Jo

 

Readers who pre-order Raspberry Danish Murder before 2/27 are entered into this contest.

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Happy Anniversary, Dorothy!

Next year will mark the 30th anniversary of the publication of my first novel.  It was an historical romance published by Kensington.

The novel was  titled Defiant Enchantress.  I wrote it with a pencil on notebook paper, then typed it on a typewriter while juggling a full time job and raising children—usually alone, since my husband was in the military and gone most of the time. I went on to sell more historical romances, most under my pen name Judith Stacy.  I returned to Kensington with the Haley Randolph cozy mystery series.

A look at my 42 year career:

–I wrote my first book with absolutely no training.  I’d never been to a writing class, conference, or workshop.  I didn’t know they existed. I knew nothing about the publishing industry.  I was working full time at a demanding job, had two young children, and a husband in the military who was gone most of the time.

–This was the pre-internet, pre-computer days.  I did my research in the library.  I wrote with a pencil on notebook paper, then typed the manuscript on a typewriter.

–After nine disheartening rejections, my book sold to Kensington.  It was a historical romance the editor titled Defiant Enchantress.  Due to a printing error, another author’s name appeared on the front cover.  I was dismayed but not discouraged.  I decided that book would someday become a collector’s item.

–Kensington rejected my next manuscript.  So did every other editor and agent I submitted it to. Continue reading “Happy Anniversary, Dorothy!”

Easy Centerpieces by Lena Gregory

When Gia Morelli flees New York City and escapes to the outskirts of Central Florida’s Ocala National Forest, she uses the last of her savings to buy a small house and open the All-Day Breakfast Café. Her best friend, Savannah Mills, helps her set up and decorate the café. Before Gia arrives, Savannah makes blue and white gingham curtains, dark blue tablecloths, and cushions with zipper covers for the light-colored wood chairs. She also adds a few strategically placed paintings of local scenery and hangs a hand painted, wooden open/closed sign in the front window. Savannah does an amazing job creating the comfortable feeling of home Gia was striving for.

Unfortunately, Gia doesn’t share Savannah’s creative talents. She’s also out of money, so when it comes time to make centerpieces, she has to come up with something cozy but inexpensive. With very little time left, Gia decides on an easy, inexpensive idea that anyone can make, even her.

Gia loves the beach. Although she hasn’t had much free time since arriving in Florida, she does manage to sneak away for a little while, and when she does, she heads straight for the ocean. She walks along the beach with a bucket in hand, collecting anything she finds that catches her interest; beach glass, seashells, small rocks, twigs, beach grass, driftwood, even a length of old fishing net. After that, she strolls through town and hits up the antique shops, and even the dollar stores, and picks out a variety of glass containers, mason jars, and small candles.

When she gets back to the café, she sifts through all of the interesting things she found on the beach and sorts them into jars. Some jars get candles in the center—of course, she’s careful not to put anything flammable in those. Others get beach grass or twigs sticking out the top. If the jars have no fun decorations on them, she ties a ribbon or a leather cord around them.

When she’s done, she sets a jar in the center of each table, then she creates a setting on the counter behind the register. She spreads a small bit of fishing net on the counter and arranges the jars among pieces of driftwood. With the lights dimmed and the candles lit, her customers can enjoy an intimate setting with their meals.

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How to Get Cozy in the Winter by Kirsten Weiss

What better way to get cozy than with a book, preferably curled up on a couch in front of a crackling fire, mug of hot chocolate spiked with something at your elbow? If that book happens to be a cozy mystery – even better! There’s just something comfy about immersing oneself in an imaginary small-town murder, knowing wrongs will be righted.

But another way I like to get cozy in the winter is to take refuge in the kitchen. The warmth from the oven toasts the room, and the scent of baking wafts through the entire house. Pie is something I’ve always found to be, if not cozy, then comforting.  That’s why I set my new cozy mystery, The Quiche and the Dead, in a pie shop. The scent of baking sweets and savories, the warmth of the kitchen, and the clatter and laughter of diners.

Val and her buddy Charlene from The Quiche and the Dead are better known for baking pies. But they’re not above sipping the occasional cocktail while watching Stargate reruns. Here’s one of their (and my) favorite winter warmers – the Reformed Firefall. The Firefall was invented at Yosemite’s historic Ahwahnee Hotel. Every time I go there, I ask the bartender for the recipe, and every time I leave, I manage to lose the cocktail napkin it’s written on. So, here’s my own, simpler, version – the “Reformed” Firefall.

Reformed Firefall: Add a shot of Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey to a cup of hot chocolate. Stir with a cinnamon stick and top with whipped cream and a pinch of cinnamon. Top yourself with a fluffy blanket, and enjoy!

 

Is Val’s breakfast pie the quiche of death?

Owning her own business seemed like pie in the sky to Valentine Harris when she moved to the coastal California town of San Nicholas, expecting to start a new life with her fiancé. Five months—and a broken engagement—later, at least her dream of opening a pie shop has become a reality. But when one of her regulars keels over at the counter while eating a quiche, Val feels like she’s living a nightmare.

After the police determine the customer was poisoned, business at Pie Town drops faster than a fallen crust. Convinced they’re both suspects, Val’s flaky, seventy-something pie crust maker Charlene drags her boss into some amateur sleuthing. At first Val dismisses Charlene’s half-baked hypotheses, but before long the ladies uncover some shady dealings hidden in fog-bound San Nicholas. Now Val must expose the truth—before a crummy killer tries to shut her pie hole.

 

 

 

 

 

Watercolor painting by Karen Rose Smith

After my dad retired, he took up acrylic and watercolor painting. When he passed on, I kept his paints and decided to try my hand at both. I found I enjoyed the watercolor medium best. There is a challenge in using different kinds of paper, combining colors that take on a life of their own when mixed with water, and creating just the right effect. Life got busy back then, and writing took up more and more of my time. I left the art behind for years.

But last year, with my love of cats a major passion, I decided to pick up my brushes again and try feline portraits. For me, the fur is the most difficult aspect. The eyes which are the easiest for me are truly the windows to their souls. Since we have six rescued inside cats (Halo, Paddy, Zoie Joy, Zander, Freya and London) as well as care for two ferals, I’m constantly around cats.  I love them like children.  I have studied them for hours and hours and constantly photographed them.  That helps when trying to catch their expressions, their fur variations and their beauty.

Painting with music or an audio book playing in the background is relaxing. I forget about everything else and focus on the cat or cat photo in front of me. Since family and friends are cat lovers too, the watercolor paintings make wonderful presents.

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Author Post – by Leah Marie Brown

Leah Marie Brown, at four years old, asking Santa for an electric typewriter and a slingshot.

 

Grace Murphy was a latchkey kid.  The protagonist of Finding Colin was the only child of a single, working mother, which means she grew up spending a lot of time alone and learning how to fend for herself.  Now, grown-up and truly on her own, Grace dreads the Holidays.

I was also a latchkey kid. I grew up in the 1970s as the only child of a single, working mother.  I wore second-hand clothes and an itchy piece of yarn with my housekey attached to it around my neck.  In other words, I feel Grace’s pain.

I was more fortunate than Grace, though.  My mother worked her slender fingers to the bones to make my Christmases special, to fill them with traditions and memories I now cherish.

She started the first tradition when I was an infant, barely a month old: she took me to visit Santa (which, later, I discovered was a family friend in a rented costume).  As I grew, she took me to Lion Store at the Franklin Park Mall in Toledo, Ohio.  My visit with Santa was always a carefully planned and executed event.  First, mom made me write Santa a letter, thanking him for his generosity and politely asking him for my heart’s content (a slingshot topped that list for six years until I finally gave up and asked for an Evel Knievel doll instead).  Next, I would put on my best dress and mom would style my hair (once, in massive Princess Leia buns, cringing).  After delivering my carefully worded wish list and squeezing on my main maned man, Mom would treat me to an ice cream sundae at Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor, an old-time ice cream shop with player piano and perky employees in 1900s period dress (straw boaters and suspenders!).

Mom made a lot of things an event – like baking Christmas cookies. I have vivid memories of pressing tin cookie cutters into chilled dough and decorating the finished products, wonky angels with neon yellow frosting, fat, jolly Santas dipped in pink icing and finished with two silver dragees for eyes.  We would wrap up the best cookies and deliver them to my grandpa, singing Christmas carols at the top of our lungs as she maneuvered the frozen streets in her orange Plymouth Horizon.  The rest of the evening would be spent playing Scrabble.  I would make it through one round and then fall asleep on the sofa listening to Bing Crosby sing White Christmas and the two people I loved best in the world playfully arguing over words. Continue reading “Author Post – by Leah Marie Brown”

Flip-flops at Christmas by Susan Fox

When I was a little kid, my family was just me and my parents. Mom and Dad were sun-lovers, and as anyone who’s been to Victoria, B.C. in winter knows, you see buckets of rain and very little sun. So we snowbirded down to Mexico in a tiny aluminum camper. Christmas Day meant waking in a hammock slung between a couple of palm trees, playing tourist, lying on the beach with my parents (slathered with tanning lotion, not sunscreen), and cooling off in the ocean.

When I reached school age, Mom and Dad pulled me out of class to jaunt south. My teachers were okay with it because I was a top student. They gave me the assignment of drawing pictures and writing stories about what I saw and did. Here’s a sample page. On the left, those are fish boats on the beach. On the right is our camper under a coconut palm.

Our Mexican Christmases ended when an older cousin of Mom’s, a single woman, moved out from Saskatchewan. The holidays are family time, and we couldn’t desert her.

So we suffered through the rain and chilly temperatures, but I loved all the wonderful traditional activities. We picked out a fresh, outdoorsy-smelling tree and decorated it with ornaments—both purchased and home-made—as well as strings of lights and strands of silver tinsel. The kitchen filled with the scent of baking cookies and fruitcake. Presents were snuck into the house and wrapped in secret, to slowly accumulate under the tree. Continue reading “Flip-flops at Christmas by Susan Fox”

Favorite Tradition by Jules Bennett

By far, my favorite holiday tradition is eating breakfast on Christmas morning at my parent’s house. You know how holidays can be such a rush of going from one place to another? One meal to the next…wishing you’d worn those elastic pants?

My sister had a brilliant idea several years ago to cut down on the feeling of being rushed every evening from one family member to the next. She’s a master cook and thought maybe we should get together for Christmas breakfast instead of dinner because so many of our family members do dinner.

Wait, her plan got even better. Not only does she prepare a fabulous breakfast on Christmas morning, we all show up at my parent’s house in our pj’s. That’s right. We drive to their house in our snazzy pajamas and bedhead then all huddle on the floor around the tree and pass out presents. Just like when I was a kid!

I love this tradition for so many reasons, but the main one is that I am totally a kid at heart when it comes to Christmas. What’s better than being *cough* nearly forty years old and being childlike all over again…and with good reason!

Another reason I love this is because my kids are making lasting memories. I think it’s so important to instill those treasures in the next generation. No matter your tradition or the holiday you celebrate, children need to see why that particular moment is special to you. My kids get a kick out of seeing my sister and me acting like big kids. It’s such a fun time.

Let’s discuss the food. Oh, mercy, is my sister an amazing cook. We have from scratch cinnamon rolls with gooey icing, breakfast casserole, biscuits and gravy, French toast, wassel (for those of you who don’t know, this is a fabulous, hot, cinnamon/fruity drink made of angel wings and heaven).

I don’t know about you all, but I’m hungry! I hope whatever tradition you have, you continue making memories with those you love. Continue reading “Favorite Tradition by Jules Bennett”

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