Saturday, September 23, 2017



Lacy Marie Crocker has settled into a comfortable groove back home in New Orleans, and with Valentine’s Day right around the corner, she’s busier than ever running a thriving pet boutique, helping her mother organize the upcoming National Pet Pageant, and untangling her complicated love life. But when delivering a king-sized order of dreidel-shaped doggy biscuits for a Saint Berdoodle’s bark-mitzvah, Lacy stumbles into yet another murder scene—and the last person to see the victim alive was her own father.

It’s up to Lacy to clear her dad’s name from the suspect list before Detective Jack Oliver has to cage him for good. But just when she starts pawing at the truth, she receives a threatening letter from a mysterious blackmailer bent on silencing her with her own secrets. And Lacy’s not the only one with bones in her closet.


Inside the Mind of an Author

The mind of an author is a vast and busy place. There are innumerable stories floating in pieces and strips, collaged with memories, ponderings and opinions waiting to be said.

Many of us are introverts, meaning that we gain energy from being alone and give our energy to others when we are not. So, sometimes we’re smiling silently and dreaming of valiantly slaying a dragon. An hour later, we are probably just thinking of our beds.

When you hear writers complain of “writer’s block,” don’t be mistaken. There’s never a dull moment in a writer’s mind. It’s just that, occasionally, we’re in need of a story idea that will stand up to the industry’s scrutinizing glare. It doesn’t mean our minds are idle. Our minds are never idle. It may simply be that the things spinning round in there aren’t up to publication standards. Interesting? Absolutely. Salable? Not so much.

I probably speak for myself here, but I’m also usually thinking about my next cup of coffee, wine or snack.

Finally, in every author’s mind is the dream of one day “making it.” Feeling validated for our efforts, our lost sleep, neglected families and housework. One day, we all want to be that writer whose book is tucked under the arm of someone passing on the street or in the hands of a reader, whose attention is far too rapt in our words to know that we are standing obnoxiously in front of them taking a selfie to share with our friends because THAT is my book and I created it from nothing but my harried thoughts.



Julie Chase is a mystery-loving pet enthusiast who hopes to make readers smile. She lives in rural Ohio with her husband and three spunky children. Julie is a member of the International Thriller Writers (ITW), Romance Writers of America (RWA), and Sisters in Crime (SinC). She is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency. Julie also writes as Julie Anne Lindsey.

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Tuesday, September 19, 2017



When Sully Sullivan’s life imploded she left behind her job on the police force and her unfaithful husband to plunge herself into her new life as the General Manager of her hometown theater, the Cliffside Theater Company. For five years she’s balanced budgets instead of the scales of justice, and kept the Cliffside running alongside its mercurial Artistic Director. But when her best friend is arrested for killing his father, the very powerful Peter Whitehall, no one is looking for another suspect. So, in between keeping A Christmas Carol on budget and Scrooge sober, Sully dusts off her investigative skills to find a killer. Sully’s lives officially collide when her ex-husband may be on the list of potential suspects, and she is forced to finally confront her past in order to save her present, and protect her future.


Things you need in order to write:
Background noise (currently, Midsomer Murders), laptop computer, pillows on the couch.
Things that hamper your writing:
Lack of time to either write, or to create

Things you love about writing:
Allowing characters to come to life, creating a puzzle, getting in the zone of creating.
Things you hate about writing: Getting that first draft done is like slogging hip deep through Jell-O.

Things you love about where you live:
I live in a city, and I love being able to get anywhere and get anything walking.
Things that make you want to move:
Crowded trains on my commute.

Favorite foods: 
Cheese, wine, chocolate, good bread.
Things that make you want to throw up: 

Favorite smell:
The ocean at high tide.

Something that makes you hold your nose:
The ocean at low tide.

Something you’re really good at:

Something you’re really bad at:

Last best thing you ate:
A German Pfannkuchen (pancake).

Last thing you regret eating:
Really spicy salsa with onions.

Things you always put in your books:
Romance, lots of puzzles
Things you never put in your books:
A hurt animal.

Things to say to an author:
Congratulations on your book! (Works even if you didn’t like it).

Things to say to an author if you want to be fictionally killed off in their next book:
You should have XYZ.

Favorite places you’ve been:
Egypt, Cape Cod, Vienna, the Grand Canyon
Places you never want to go to again:
Any airport where I’ve missed my connection.

Favorite things to do:
Writing, walking, knitting.
Things you’d run through a fire wearing gasoline pants to get out of doing:
Vacuuming .

Most daring thing you’ve ever done:
A half marathon.
Something you chickened out from doing:
Climbing into the Great Pyramid (though I did go into a few tombs).


J.A. Hennrikus writes the Theater Cop series for Midnight Ink. The debut of the series, A Christmas Peril, will be released on September 8. As Julianne Holmes, she writes the Agatha nominated Clock Shop Mysteries for Berkley Prime Crime. The third in the series, Chime and Punishment was released on August 1, 2017. She has short stories in three Level Best anthologies, Thin Ice, Dead Calm and Blood Moon. She is on the board of Sisters in Crime, and is a member of MWA and Sisters in Crime New England. She blogs with the Wicked Cozy Authors and Killer Characters.

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Sunday, September 17, 2017



Sometimes the truth is darker than fiction. Liza Cole has thirty days to write the thriller that could put her back on the bestseller list. Her tight deadline is further complicated by fertility treatments and a distracted husband that is struggling to keep his firm afloat after the unexplained disappearance of his law partner and friend, Nick. Stressed both professionally and personally, Liza escapes into writing her latest heroine, Beth—a new mother who suspects her husband of cheating. Angry and betrayed, Beth sets out to catch him in the act and ends up tossing the body of her husband’s mistress into the East River. Then the lines between fiction and reality begin to blur. Nick’s body is dragged from the same river and Liza’s husband is arrested for his murder. Before her deadline is up, Liza will have to face up to the truths about those closest to her, including herself. If she doesn’t, the final page of her heroine’s story could be the end of her own. 


A few of your favorite things:
Suspense novels, Spotify, my piano, and my pooch.
Things you need to throw out:
Nearly every first draft.

Things you need in order to write:
An Internet-connected laptop with Word. Also, coffee. 
Things that hamper your writing:
Email. Trump tweets. 

Things you love about writing:
Creating characters, imagining, plotting, inventing, forming pretty sentences. Rediscovering words. Pretty much everything. I even enjoy rewriting.
Things you hate about writing: 


Hardest thing about being a writer: 
Preserving my writing time. 
Easiest thing about being a writer:
No commute. 

Things you love about where you live:
My family is close, my neighbors are awesome, and I love my house.
Things that make you want to move:
General restlessness. Cold weather.

Things you never want to run out of: 
Love. Compassion. Soap.
Things you wish you’d never bought:
A knock-off designer dress from an online company. Serves me right. 

Words that describe you:
Creative, empathetic, driven, fun-loving, talkative, inquisitive.
Words that describe you but you wish they didn’t:
Impatient, impulsive, quick-tempered.

Favorite foods:
Salmon, swordfish, halibut . . .  I can’t visit aquariums without getting hungry.
Things that make you want to throw up: 
Natto, Okra.

Favorite music or song:
Fiona Apple Extraordinary Machine. Whole album.
Music that make your ears bleed:
I think Kidz bop is a genius concept, but there’s only so much an adult can stand.

Favorite beverage:
It’s a tie: water with lemon and Educated Guess Cabernet. 
Something that gives you a pickle face:
Anything with carbonation.

Favorite smell:
My husband’s skin. (The man has good BO)
Something that makes you hold your nose:
Dog poop.

Something you wish you could do:
Speak fluent French or Spanish. 
Something you wish you’d never learned to do: 

Last best thing you ate:
Black cod.
Last thing you regret eating:
Red meat.

Things you’d walk a mile for:
Any cause that helps people. It’s only a mile.
Things that make you want to run screaming from the room:
Arachnida. The entire invertebrate class. 

Things you always put in your books:

Things you never put in your books:

Things to say to an author:
I liked (insert anything here) about your book. 

Things to say to an author if you want to be fictionally killed off in their next book:
I meant to read your book, but I’ve been really into this reality television show.

Favorite or genre:
Suspense with magical realism a close second and Russian literature third. 

Books you would ban:
NEVER ban a book.

People you’d like to invite to dinner:
Stephen King, Gillian Flynn, Karen Slaughter
People you’d cancel dinner on:
Ted Cruz.

Favorite things to do:
Write, sing, play piano, hang out with my kids and husband.

Things you’d run through a fire wearing gasoline pants to get out of doing:
Ghostwriting any prominent business person’s business book/memoir—with a few key exceptions.

Things that make you happy: 
My family, which includes my dog. Writing. Singing. Playing Piano. Dancing. 

Things that drive you crazy:
Elementary school drop off and pick up lanes.


Cate Holahan is the acclaimed author of thrillers The Widower's Wife (Crooked Lane Books, Aug. 2016) and Dark Turns (Crooked Lane Books, Nov. 2015). The former was named one of Kirkus' Best Books of 2016. Her third novel, Lies She Told, was published by Crooked Lane Books on September 12. In her former life, she was an award-winning print journalist. She has written for BusinessWeek, The Boston Globe, and The Record Newspaper, among other outlets. She was also the lead singer of an original rock band that she regularly threatens to reunite. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, two daughters, ages 7 and 5, and dog.

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Friday, September 15, 2017



Freshly minted college graduate Maggie O’Malley embarks on a career fueled by professional ambition and a desire to escape the past. As a pharmaceutical researcher, she’s determined to save lives from the shelter of her lab. But on her very first day she’s pulled into a world of uncertainty. Reminders appear on her phone for meetings she’s never scheduled with people she’s never met. People who end up dead.

With help from her best friend, Maggie discovers the victims on her phone are connected to each other and her new employer. She soon unearths a treacherous plot that threatens her mission—and her life. Maggie must unlock deadly secrets to stop horrific abuses of power before death comes calling for her.


Magnolia O'Malley--Maggie to everyone but her father--is a feisty 25-year-old on the brink of a new career. After losing her mother to cancer, Maggie vowed to help eradicate disease through her work as a pharmaceutical researcher. Her first real job at Rxcellance will help her do that, as well as move on from the past. She just has to get over her new-girl jitters. And whatever weirdness is going on with her phone.



I say it like a prayer, an incantation against the darkness that creeps toward me like the encroaching dusk. As if my words, what I want, will have any effect.

It’s happening again.

Not the phantom calendar reminders. Not the mysterious deaths. I’ve become used to those, fear and horror blunted with time and exposure, as if I’ve gone to desensitization therapy to overcome a phobia of spiders or small spaces.

No. This is something new. Something terrible. Something personal.

Not that what was happening before wasn’t terrible and personal.

I was simply able to compartmentalize it. Remove a part of myself so I felt as if I were studying the events of the past few weeks through my microscope.

Now there’s no compartmentalizing, no playing the scientist to assess and react dispassionately.

I’m being watched. Followed. Stalked.

My body seemed to know before my mind. I’d be washing the dinner dishes—or dish, since there’s only me—and suddenly my arms would erupt in gooseflesh, a chill scuttling up my neck and into my hair, sending pinpricks of adrenaline through my scalp.

I’d spin around, eyes hungrily searching the (supposed) empty room behind me, the (typically) vacant yard through my kitchen window only to find the riotous pattern of my secondhand couch and my pinched, hunted reflection in the glass.

Nobody. Nothing. My personal emergency broadcast system failing me. 

Now my body once again raises the alarm. This time the flags go up in response to something external, something tangible: a whisper of footsteps outside my door.

The sound is obvious in its subtly, a sneaky, secret sort of sound meant to conceal. To fool. Or maybe to tempt.

And I am tempted. Curiosity is part of what brought me to science.

So is courage to confront the unknown.

I tilt my head, angle my neck, straining to hear the sly schussing steps outside my door.
A patient silence fills the void.

I move the laptop from my knees and rise from the bed, abandoning my home workstation. It’s three steps to the living area, another seven to the door. I know. I counted every one of them while lugging heavy cardboard boxes on moving day.

I take my own quiet steps toward the door—one, two, three—bare feet padding across threadbare carpet, blood a rushing torrent in my ears.

I peer through the peephole, the sharp tang of freshly painted wood in my nose.
The shadowed porch is as vacant as the silence.

I’ll just take a quick look outside to assure myself that nothing’s there. That no one’s hiding. To see a cat slinking across the porch and laugh at myself for this nonsense.

After all, there’s a chance these feelings are a product of my imagination, symptoms of overwrought nerves and overly enthusiastic adrenal glands. I’ve been under a considerable amount of stress lately.

Murder has that effect.

I put a shaking hand to the knob and turn, relief diluting the fear that’s begun puddling in my veins.

I’m inches away from at least one answer. One way or another, I’ll know what’s on the other side of my door.


Ensconced in a hulking steel monolith, Rxcellance loomed over its neighbors like an officious landlord.

A spinoff of Dulton Pharmaceuticals, Rxcellance played Apple to Pfizer’s IBM. Small. Agile. Innovative.

With one miracle drug under its belt and rumors of more in the queue, Rxcellance was on the tipping point of greatness. Whispers of an IPO, once met with derisive snorts, had risen to the unmistakable rumble of the inevitable. PROTOCOL 13 Rxcellance was going to be big, and Maggie was going to be a part of it.

Maggie parked and checked her teeth in the rearview mirror. That poppy seed bagel had been a mistake. Maggie took a tiny flathead screwdriver from the glove box and gently wedged it between the seed and her right canine tooth. The poppy seed went flying.
She grinned to the mirror in satisfaction. And Pop wonders why I’m single.

Maggie climbed out of the car and examined the hood. No damage from the jerk who’d assaulted her vehicle. She rubbed the fender. “My faithful chariot,” she whispered.

The 1960 Studebaker was cherried out. Custard exterior, crimson interior. Original everything, including three-on-the-tree manual transmission. Maggie and her dad had restored it the summer she turned twelve. The summer cancer had planted a flag in her mother’s liver and colonized her body until there was no room for a heartbeat.

She clicked across the parking lot, rode the elevator to the third floor and deposited herself in a cubicle covered in a tan fuzzy fabric that rivaled particle board for shade and luster. Her stomach had gone back to churning. A metallic taste had seeped into her mouth, replacing the bitter taste of bile. Either her adrenaline was still in overdrive, or she was on the brink of a serious illness. Maggie resisted the temptation to palpate her glands, which she was sure were swollen. She figured she was coming down with something because of the stress of the morning. Like the flu. Or the bubonic plague.



Kathleen Valenti is the author of Protocol, the story of freshly minted college graduate Maggie O’Malley who embarks on a pharmaceutical career fueled by professional ambition and a desire to escape the past. Yet on her very first day of work, Maggie’s pulled into a world of uncertainty as reminders appear on her phone for meetings she’s never scheduled with people she’s never met. People who end up dead.

When Kathleen isn’t writing page-turning mysteries that combine humor and suspense, she works as a nationally award-winning advertising copywriter. She lives in Oregon with her family where she pretends to enjoy running. Protocol is her debut novel and the first of the Maggie O’Malley mystery series. 

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Wednesday, September 13, 2017


Cozy Mystery
5th in Series
Lyrical Underground (September 12, 2017)
Print Length: 247 pages


Ruby Lake, North Carolina, might be the perfect place to go birdwatching during autumn, but it’s also a habitat for murder . . .
As Birds & Bees owner Amy Simms guides a halfhearted birding group around Ruby Lake, rumors soon start flying about the annual Fall Festival’s classic car and tractor show. Local eccentric Chick Sherman—boasting the hottest ride in town—has ruffled feathers by mysteriously entering the contest, and curious Amy hatches a plan to sneak a glimpse at the phantom automobile before the big event kicks off . . .
But competition turns deadly when Amy finally spots the sleek ’56 El Morocco—and it’s on top of Chick’s very dead body. With her neighbor and business partner framed as the murderer and priceless Audubon prints suddenly missing from Chick’s home, only Amy can identify the telltale markings of a killer before another hapless victim is plucked from the flock . . .



J.R. Ripley is the pen name of Glenn Meganck, the critically acclaimed author of the Tony Kozol mystery series. As a member of the Mystery Writers of America, he has chaired the Edgar committee for Best Original Paperback novel and served on the Best Short Story Committee. As a member of the International Association of Crime Writers, he has served on the Hammett Award committee for Best Novel. When not writing books, Glenn is writing songs, often singing them to the consternation of his audience and neighbors, or involved in one of his many passions, none of which have involved any of the dead bodies that seem to keep cropping up in his mysteries.
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Monday, September 11, 2017



When Renalta Van Markoff, author of the controversial Hudson and Holmes mystery series is murdered at a book signing in the Sherlock Holmes Bookshop and Emporium, the game is afoot and it’s up to the unusually perceptive Gemma Doyle and her confused but ever-loyal friend Jayne Wilson to eliminate the impossible and deduce the truth before the police arrest an innocent man.


Gemma is the owner and manager of the Sherlock Holmes Bookshop and Emporium located at 222 Baker Street in West London, Massachusetts (on Cape Cod). Originally from London, England, where she owned a mystery bookshop, she came to Massachusetts to run her Great Uncle Arthur’s Book store. She is also the part owner of Mrs. Hudson’s Tea Room, located at 220 Baker Street. She wants to have the normal life of a modern young woman. Good friends, a successful business, even a love life. Unfortunately, being normal isn’t easy: she has a mind like the Great Detective himself.


Gemma, how did you first meet Vicki?
Vicki is a well-established mystery writer. When she wanted to start a new series she hit on the idea of a Sherlock Holmes-themed bookshop. There isn’t much more popular in the world of popular culture today than the Great Detective, and it wasn’t hard to fill an entire store. By page two she realized that I have more in common with Sherlock Holmes than a deerstalker hat and a London accent. 

Want to dish about her?
No, because if I did she might decide to kill me and make Great Uncle Arthur Doyle the protagonist of the series.

Yikes! I wouldn’t want that. Tell us about your favorite scene in the book.
I thought it was a good idea to break into the police station. They had the evidence I need to clear my friend Donald Morris of the murder of Renalta Van Markoff. A big classic rock concert in the park would keep all the cops busy, I know my way around the place, and I knew exactly where to look. I gathered all the necessary tools, called Jayne Wilson to act as lookout and then . . .

Did you have a hard time convincing Vicki to write any particular scenes for you?
I’d prefer it if she didn’t point out all my faults. Too-clever-by-half she calls me. There’s a reason I haven’t told anyone the whole story of why Ryan Ashburton and I broke up, you know. And Vicki told the whole world.  I tried to convince her not to write that scene, but she went ahead and did anyway.

What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?
I love to swim in Nantucket Sound. Have a long swim, then relax in my beach chair with a good book I’ve grabbed from the shop. After that, I’ll take my dog, Violet, through the woods or along the seashore.

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?

Oh, I dream about this all the time.  I own a bookshop in a tourist town. That means in the summer I work seven days a week.  In Body on Baker Street, I took a moment to dream about my special day:
The irony about living in a place so marvelous that hordes of tourists flock to it is that I myself don’t get much of a chance to enjoy it. I’d love nothing more than to grab Jayne, hop into the Miata, and take a couple of days to drive up Highway 6. To explore the historic lighthouses and open beaches of the National Seashore, poke around Truro and Provincetown, spend a night in a charming old B&B or a modern luxury hotel. Maybe make a day of it to take a whale watching excursion out of Brewster, explore the shops in Hyannis, and have a late lunch or early cocktails in Chatham. But summer in Massachusetts is short, and it’s the busiest time of the year, by far, at the bookshop, so I can rarely get away for more than a few hours.

Tell us about your best friend.

That’s an easy one. My best friend is Jayne Wilson. We’re business partners as well as friends. Sometimes that can be difficult but it works for us. She’s a baker, and runs Mrs. Hudson’s Tea Room at 220 Baker Street. The kitchen is not my natural domain. I own the bookshop at 222 Baker Street and Jayne doesn’t interfere with that. She’s hardworking, smart, intensely loyal, very beautiful. Her only flaw is that she has terrible taste in men. I’m determined to do something about that. Fear not, I’ll be subtle.

What are you most afraid of?

Being lonely. I can’t not observe the things I observe or come to the conclusions I come to. Sometimes it makes people afraid of me.  I ruined the marriage proposal of the man I love because I couldn’t help being too clever by half. As he called me. 

What’s the best trait Vicki has given you?
I am highly observant, and I can analyze data in a fraction of the time it takes other people.  
What’s the worst?

I am highly observant, and I can analyze data in a fraction of the time it takes other people.

How do you feel about your life right now?
My life is pretty good. I love owning the shop. I love living with my Great Uncle Arthur, not that he’s around much. Which might be part of the reason we get on so well. I love living near the sea, and I’ve made a home and friends in West London. I just wish people would stop being murdered so near me.

Describe the town where you live.
West London, Massachusetts is located on Cape Cod, quite near to Chatham. The Atlantic Ocean is on the east and Nantucket Sound to the south west. We have historic houses, a charming shopping district on Baker Street, fabulous restaurants.  Please encourage all your readers to come for a visit. I’ll put the kettle on.

It sounds wonderful. Will you encourage Vicki to write a sequel?
She is hard at work on The Cat of the Baskervilles, which will be out in February 2018.


Vicki Delany is one of Canada’s most prolific and varied crime writers and a national bestseller in the U.S. She has written more than twenty-five books: clever cozies to Gothic thrillers to gritty police procedurals, to historical fiction and novellas for adult literacy. Under the name of Eva Gates, she writes the Lighthouse Library cozy series for Penguin Random House. Her latest novel is Body on Baker Street, the second in the Sherlock Holmes Bookshop series from Crooked Lane. 
Vicki is the past president of the Crime Writers of Canada.  Her work has been nominated for the Derringer, the Bony Blithe, the Ontario Library Association Golden Oak, and the Arthur Ellis Awards.

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Friday, September 8, 2017



A new business might add some much-needed charm to downtown Dorset Falls—and draw tourists to Josie’s yarn shop. But when someone gets murdered, a close-knit community could come undone . . .

Shop owner Josie Blair is finally settling into the pace of living in Dorset Falls, Connecticut. Between running Miss Marple Knits, jumpstarting a blog, and handcrafting items with the help of her knitting pals, Josie’s too preoccupied to worry about her past in New York. And thanks to Lyndon and Harry, the owners of the brand-new antique shop next door, she has another project in her midst—repurposing a box of vintage crocheted doilies adorned with the most curious needlework . . .

But before Josie can formally welcome her neighbors, she discovers Lyndon on the floor of his shop stabbed to death by a rusty old pair of sheep shears. Police have pinned Harry as the killer, but Josie isn’t so sure. Now, she’s lacing up for another homicide investigation—and no eyelet or stitch can go unexamined, lest she herself becomes ensnared in the criminal’s deadly design . . .



A few of your favorite things:
Yoga pants. Good coffee. My cat, Ellie. Office supplies, especially three-ring binders, sticky notes, pretty file folders, and binder clips.
Things you need to throw out:
Old paperwork—I have a paper clutter problem that I have been unable to tame even with the use of these office supplies!  I could also throw out and replace some socks, now that you mention it.

Things you need in order to write:
A beverage: coffee, tea, seltzer, sometimes a glass of wine. A steno pad and a pen that writes smoothly (black only) so I can take notes. Relative peace and quiet.
Things that hamper your writing:
Excessive noise or anyone asking me what’s for dinner. Any music with lyrics or too much beat—I can’t help wanting to sing along or dance instead of putting words on the page. 

Things you love about writing:
Typing The End. I like having written, but the actual writing is a bit of a slog for me. I adore editing and polishing, though, once the first draft is done.
Things you hate about writing:
Maintaining the discipline to keep going—I really wish there was a machine that could hook up to my brain and extract a story fully formed! Saying goodbye to characters I’ve created and loved.

Hardest thing about being a writer:
Staying confident in my abilities and trusting my subconscious to come up with the answer to story problems.

Easiest thing about being a writer:
Meeting and talking to readers! 

Things you love about where you live:
I’m only a hundred yards or so from the public library. And I can be in any New England state in an hour and a half or less, or in New York City in a couple of hours.
Things that make you want to move:
I’d really like to live closer to the ocean.

Favorite foods:
Sharp cheddar cheese (with or without apple pie). Real maple syrup (with or without pancakes). Pink Lady apples. Fresh raspberries or raspberry anything. Fresh sea scallops.
Things that make you want to throw up: 
Peas. Lima beans. Raw seafood. Chocolate ice cream—I know that’s weird, considering I love most anything else chocolate. I think I just like my chocolate full strength, not diluted.

Favorite music:
1980s New Wave and rock.
Music that make your ears bleed:
Overly dramatic and lengthy renditions of the National Anthem—I judge a performance by how many extra notes get added, and in this case a higher score is not better.

Favorite smell:
Peanut butter cookies right out of the oven or lilacs, I can’t decide. 

Something that makes you hold your nose:
The litter box.

Something you’re really good at:
Making stuff up. 

Something you’re really bad at:
Dancing. I do it anyway!

Something you wish you could do:
Um, dance well?
Something you wish you’d never learned to do:
I almost—ALMOST—want to say knitting. Because it is an expensive, addictive hobby and it gets harder and harder to give away the stuff you knit because you tend to max out your friends and family.

Things you’d walk a mile for:
The newest Sue Grafton novel. A girls’ night out with my besties. A hug from my mom.
Things that make you want to run screaming from the room:
Televised golf games.

People you’d like to invite to dinner:

Michelle and Barry. Robert Downey Jr. (sigh!). Stephen King. Whoever it is that develops mystery series for the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries channel.

People you’d cancel dinner on:
A couple ex-boyfriends come to mind.

The last thing you did for the first time:
Drove a golf cart! Seriously, this was on my bucket list, and I just did it a few weeks ago. And it was as much fun as I thought it would be.

Something you’ll never do again:
Watch the movie Jeremiah Johnson. Not even a young Robert Redford wearing buckskins could induce me to sit through that again, LOL!


Sadie Hartwell grew up near the Canadian border in northern New York State, where it’s cold, dark, and snowy almost half the year—a perfect environment for nurturing a simultaneous love of mystery fiction and needlework. She attended St. Lawrence University, graduating with a degree in history, and has worked as a waitress, handbag designer/manufacturer, paralegal, and copy editor before turning to writing full-time. Now she gets to play with yarn and make up stories whenever she wants, and wishes everyone had a job as much fun as hers.

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