Maybe it’s because October is here and with its arrival, the promise of cooler weather. Crisp days and nights make me think of much chillier temps and that, of course, leads to the thoughts of the fireplace. So, why do I have a life-long love of fireplaces? Could it be because Irish ancestors sat […]
Jul 19, 2019
A Missing Woman
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Below is an excerpt from the latest Ned McNeil mystery, Moonstruck and Murderous. It is available at Pen-L.com and at Amazon.com. Happy reading! My flashlight’s beam had no trouble picking out the well-worn trail. Trees pressed in on either side and the wind moaning through them sounded like voices from another world. Sternly, I reminded […]
Jul 7, 2019
Owl Notepad and Manos Mysteries Pen
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Help celebrate the launch of Moonstruck and Murderous. This is a simple contest and the prize is simple too–this cute owl notepad and a Manos Mysteries pen to some lucky person. Just share these links on your Facebook page or website or in an email to a friend, and tell me when you’ve done that. […]
Jul 1, 2019
The Noise of the Celebration
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Firecrackers! Sky rockets! Light up the July sky! It’s celebration time. Moonstruck and Murderous is on Amazon, ready to go onto library shelves, eager hands, and your home. The print version is available now, but the ebook is sure to follow shortly. If you haven’t been to Amazon.com and taken a peek, now’s the time. […]
Jun 30, 2019
Any Moment Now
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Any moment now, Moonstruck and Murderous will be available on Amazon as a print book. The ebook will follow, a few days later. I’m waiting, checking Amazon, hoping. Evangeline Carver is a key character in Moonstruck. Ned likes her as soon as she meets her, but is there more about the elderly grande dame of […]
Jun 22, 2019
A Small Peek at Moonstruck
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I had a feeling there was no use in responding to Miss Evangeline, because she was what my father used to call, “wound up.” She wanted me to listen, so that’s what I did. Without warning, she grabbed my arm. I jumped. She whispered, “Shh. What was that? Did you hear anything, Nettie?” Her grip […]
