“Come on, Mom!” I shouted. “Run!” “Hand in hand, we skirted the fallen man and darted out the back door. Rain and wind struck us like a wall. Mom slipped and fell. “I lost my house shoe,” she wailed as I pulled her out of a puddle. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the killer […]
Dec 18, 2018
Last Day, Free Gift, Don’t Miss It
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This is the last day that Moonlight Can Be Murder will be offered as a free eBook on Amazon. If you haven’t downloaded yet or told a friend about it, I hope you will—today! A Victorian house, a crackling fireplace, friends gathered around with cups of coffee in hand, a snowy town, a rekindled romance, […]
Dec 17, 2018
A Christmas Gift for You
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For two days only, December 17 and 18, that’s today and tomorrow, Ned McNeil and I will be offering Moonlight Can Be Murder as a free eBook on Amazon. Just click on this link: Moonlight Can Be Murder, and download. A strange homecoming, old friends, a crackling fireplace, a Victorian house bedecked for Christmas, a lost […]
Dec 12, 2018
The Mysterious Life of Edgar Allen Squirrel
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My friend Edgar Allen Squirrel dropped by yesterday. He’s a very quiet sort of individual, keeps to himself. He comes without fanfare, stays a while, then leaves as mysteriously as he arrives. I wasn’t aware of his presence until, while washing dishes, I glanced out of my kitchen window. There he was, in a patch […]
Nov 28, 2018
Coming Home at Night
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As you read your favorite books, I’m sure there are certain parts that you enjoy more than others; maybe, you read them more than once. The same is true of authors:, at least, it is true of this author. The following excerpt is from the fourth Darcy and Flora cozy mystery, Grave Heritage. I […]
Nov 25, 2018
No Way to Have a Wedding
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The pastor seemed to grasp onto that word, accident. “Yes”, he said. “That’s it.” Tears filled Della’s eyes and coursed down her cheeks. “Is he all right?” she whispered. Squirt hurried to Della and knelt in front of her. “You’ve gotta be brave, Della.” “Well, where is he?” she demanded, jumping […]
