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COMING SOON – MURDER DOUBLES BACK!

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It’s been a long time coming but if you listen carefully you can hear the sounds of an Irish wolfhound running towards you. Whiskey is back!
We’re celebrating the upcoming publication of our third book in the
Sullivan Investigations Mystery series,
MURDER DOUBLES BACK
with excerpts
from the first book – MURDER OFF THE BOOKS
and the second book – MURDER TAKES THE CAKE. 


“The gun should be right about there.” Edgar pointed
to a spot under a rose bush about a foot from where Mac was kneeling.

“Gun!” Mac’s voice was a little louder than he’d
intended, but the old man had failed to mention a gun before.

“What did you think we were digging for? Bulbs?” Edgar
cackled and then coughed.

“Shush. We don’t want to wake her up,” Mac warned,
glancing at the dark house, glad he’d left Whiskey in the truck.

The old man nodded, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It
was late, just past 11 P.M. on Saturday night. The brother drove up and instead
of going to the front door, he came around to the side of the house and started
digging by that bush. I saw him pull a gun out of his jacket, wrap it in one of
those knitted caps, and stick it in the hole. He covered it up real nice with
some of that cedar mulch you see there.”

“How did you see all that? The goggles?”

“Nah. Didn’t need them. The Wilsons‘,” Edgar pointed to his right,
“have one of those motion detector lights. When the brother walked across
the yard, it lit up.”

Mac looked towards the house the man had indicated. He didn’t
remember any light when Whiskey was busy stealing a ham on Sunday night.
“It must not be working now.”

The old man shrugged his bony shoulders. “Hasn’t worked
since the burglary. Think the thieves did that?”

“I don’t believe in coincidences. What happened after you
saw Thayer bury the gun?” Mac continued sifting through the loose soil and
mulch around the bush, trying to avoid catching his coat on the thorns.

“He left. Just got in his car and drove away.”

Mac leaned back on his heels. “Okay, I’ve found the hole
but nothing is here now. How come you didn’t call the police?”

“Did call–twice. They put me on hold–twice. I don’t have
enough time left in this world to be spending any of it on hold.”

Mac dusted off his hands on his jeans. “You didn’t see
anyone around later that night? Or how about the burglary on Sunday
night?”

Before the old man could answer, the lights in the house began
coming on.

“Let’s go,” Mac whispered, scrambling to his feet.

The sound of the back door opening panicked both men.

“Save yourself,” Edgar gasped, waving Mac towards the
nearby oak tree. “Get up there. I’ll divert her.”

Feeling as foolish as he probably looked, Mac climbed the tree,
hoping there were enough leaves left on the branches to hide him.

 
“Like I told you on the phone when I asked you to come in,
Mac left me in charge until he gets back tomorrow,” JJ announced to the
man and the Irish wolfhound sitting in front of her desk. “He’s in Boston checking out the
police corruption Bridget was involved in. We’re supposed to work on the turkey
farm murder and try to keep tabs on Bridget without being too obvious about it.
He also wants you to finish up that background check on Joshua Lasky.” 
Edgar and the dog stared at her. 
“What?” She didn’t need to ask why they were staring
at her. After Mac’s order to change her wardrobe, she’d visited a consignment
shop. Currently she was wearing a circa 1930s, knockoff, Chanel suit. Even
though she’d had to re-sew the seams, the old suit had still cost her more
money than she was comfortable spending–especially just to make a point. It was
black wool with gold metal buttons. She’d added a white silk blouse. Around her
waist she’d cinched a black leather belt to hide the fact the jacket was a
little large. The four inch heels were already killing her feet and it wasn’t
even noon yet. She’d left her jet-black hair in its normal spiked style, but
she’d replaced her large hoop earrings with fake pearl studs and a matching
double strand necklace. 
“You got one of those little hats with the black netting?”
Edgar asked, waving one gnarled hand across his eyes showing where the netting
would be. 
“Maybe.” She had seen one of those at the shop and
thought about buying it. But she wasn’t about to take fashion advice from the
old man. “Why?” 
“Widow’s weeds. You could get a job as an extra at O’Herlihy’s
when Mac fires you. You know, as one of those paid mourners.” He chuckled,
and then coughed. “They still have those?” 
“I don’t like you very much. If anyone is going to get
fired around here, it’s going to be you. You were the one who was supposed to
research Brian Crager. Instead, at the least, you let us get fooled by an
imposter and at the most, let a killer escape.” 
Whiskey barked and looked towards Edgar. 
“I’m not the one who signed up a dead client and traded the
services of this firm for a few turkeys and a percentage of nothing!” 
Whiskey turned towards JJ and whined.
“Hey, don’t you start too. Who drove you through your
favorite fast food place this morning?” 
“Now you’re bribing the dog so she’s on your side? Come
here, girl!” 
Whiskey looked from one to the other, then stood and walked into
Mac’s office. 
The door slammed. 
JJ and Edgar both jumped.
They looked at each other, then the door. 
“Did she just.…” 
“I’m not even going there,” Edgar mumbled. “Didn’t
happen.”
 

 

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Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

 

 


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

April’s Fools

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My co-author and I like our mysteries with a side of humor and a small scoop of romance.  In honor of April Fools Day we thought we’d share three favorite scenes from our psychic Brianna Sullivan Mysteries series:

from I TRY NOT TO DRIVE PAST CEMETERIES –

Detective Jackson didn’t introduce himself. I guess he figured that if I was who I said I was, I’d know his name.

He cleared his throat.

I must have missed a question; he seemed to be waiting for an answer. Trying to be cooperative, I gave him one. “Yes.”

Have you noticed that most people prefer “yes” as an answer over “no”? Of course I can imagine instances where that wouldn’t hold true but I think as a general rule …Okay he’s saying something again. Darn, I missed it.

I nodded. “Nods” generally work well too.

He motioned for me to precede him into a small room.

In my particular case I’ve found it’s helpful to do what’s expected. People are wary enough without me smiling inappropriately–or failing to answer a direct question in some fashion. It’s no comfort to them if I explain that I was busy talking to someone else–someone they can’t see.

“Have a seat.” Detective Jackson pasted on a smile. I’m sure it’s the same one he uses for small children and blithering idiots.

I glanced at the chairs, identical to the ones in the lobby. “Must I?”

He paused, caught half-way between standing and sitting. “Huh?”

Less than a minute and I’d screwed up. He’s probably never had anyone refuse to sit–at least not someone who’d asked to meet with him. I could see his eyes change. In my mind I could see him wielding a black felt tip pen; scratching my name across a folder and the word “crazy” appearing in big block letters.

I sat down.

He sat down.

And we began.

from THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER IN LOTTAWATAH

The corndog I’d had for lunch was just a memory by the time I locked up the sales office and got back to my motor home, I was checking out the contents of the refrigerator when Cooper came barging through the door. Apparently we were past the “knocking” stage.

“I’m not fixing you dinner.” My proclamation was met with a patented Cooper smirk.

“Thanks. I appreciate that.” He tossed a cream-colored square down on the counter. “I need a date for a thing this weekend.”

“Did you come by to use my phone? Or do you want me to place an ad for you?” Never pays to be too available. Men take you for granted. Then they don’t take you anywhere.

I pulled a single Lean Cuisine from the freezer, ripped the cardboard off, and stuck it in the microwave.

“It’s my high school reunion. Starts Friday night. A weekend of all you can eat barbeque, football, and beer.”

“Football? It’s 100 degrees outside.”

“The game probably won’t last long.”

“How many years?”

“Not even one – twenty minutes tops before George Willis passes out from heat stroke and the game is called.”

“How many years since you graduated?”

“Twenty. Want to go with me? Jack’s letting us use the old pavilion.”

“Depends.” The microwave dinged. I tested the rice and mystery meat dinner for doneness with my finger–desiccated on the edges and icy in the center. Kind of like my mood. The guy hadn’t even picked up the phone and called me for two days and now he acts like nothing is wrong.

“On what?” He was standing behind me now, his mouth on that spot right behind my ear, his arms wrapped around my waist.

My stomach grumbled. Obviously part of me wanted to give in. If we made up now, there would still be time to go into town and have meatloaf at the diner. Or I could maintain my pride, tell him to go put his boots under someone else’s bed, and leave me to eat my microwaved delicacy in peace.

Easy decision. Meatloaf tonight and I’d worry about my pride next week. Plus I really did want to go to his reunion. What better place to learn a man’s deepest and darkest secrets?

from UNDYING LOVE IN LOTTAWATAH –

Great Aunt MaryEllen dogged me all the way to the Soak & Spin. She … Look, I’m just going to call her Aunt MaryEllen from now on, and you’ll have to remember the great that precedes it when I mention her. Aunt MaryEllen obviously had some unfinished business that had called her back from the great beyond. The problem was before we’d gone more than a dozen yards from Matilda; she’d forgotten her reason for the visit.

Numerous questions later, I had arrived at work without any helpful information beyond the fact Aunt MaryEllen liked gin, cigarettes, and dancing. And fashionable clothes of the best quality. Nice clothes, nothing like I was wearing according to her, well except for the gloves of course. Aunt MaryEllen was not going to be my favorite relative.

“You mentioned someone called Harry Grady? Is he about to show up too?” I tried to remember anything my grandmother might have told me about Aunt MaryEllen. There was something about her leaving home under less than desirable circumstances. People of my grandmother’s generation didn’t speak about certain things–especially to impressionable teens.

“You’re a mite slow, aren’t you dear? You probably get that from your grandmother. As a child poor my poor dear sister was always talking to people who weren’t there.” Aunt MaryEllen crossed her arms over her chest. “Harry Grady is dead.”

“So are you, but here you are.” I wasn’t in the mood to placate the testy old lady. She’d insulted me and my grandmother. Plus my feet were frozen.

I opened the Soak & Spin door. “If you ever remember what you wanted, I’ll be here until 7 pm. If not, well, tell all the family hello from me when you get …” I looked up, then down. I wasn’t sure what direction the old lady came from.

“He broke my heart. Harry broke my heart.”

Leon, Miss Pearl’s elderly bulldog got up from his favorite spot near the dryers. He bared his teeth, then started barking. Not at me, we’d reached a détente a few weeks ago over a box of dog treats. He was barking at Aunt MaryEllen.

“Heart? What?” I glanced back. Aunt MaryEllen looked irritated.

“Are you deaf in addition to being slow? I said he broke my heart!”

Leon barked louder. Apparently he wasn’t deaf.

Distracted, I looked at the furious dog; worried the old guy was going to give himself a heart attack. Miss Pearl, the woman signing my paycheck, doted on that slobbering, incontinent fleabag.

When I turned back to Aunt MaryEllen a few seconds later she was gone.

I sighed, not because she was gone, but because I knew she’d be back.

I didn’t even have to be a psychic to figure that one out.

Rhonda
aka The Southern Half of Evelyn David

P.S. My eye problem has been cured and I’m enjoying normal vision again. Or close to it. Can’t wear my contacts for another two months – but I can deal with glasses that long. Probably. Thanks for all the good wishes.

 


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Reintroducing Ms. Kaye Barley

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Evelyn David is thrilled to welcome Ms. Kaye Barley back to The Stiletto Gang!

We understand you have some big news to share.
Rumor has it that you’ve just published your first novel. Tell us a little
bit about it.  

I have, indeed! 
Can you believe it?  I’m still
pinching myself.  WHIMSEY: A NOVEL is a bit of southern fiction with a splash of magic and a
touch of fantasy, topped with a sprinkling of humor. It’s about connections.  And you can read more about it at The Whimsey
Webpage – http://www.kayewilkinsonbarley.com/ 
 

Just between us, did you base your book on any real
events or people in your life? If so, do they know it?  

Just between us – yes, there is a real life event
and it concerns a bit of painting done in the dining room of one of the homes
on The Island of Whimsey.  That was
lifted, in part, from an experience my parents had in having their dining room
painted when I was a little girl.  I
remember it well.  It’s been a source of
laughter for us for a number of years. 
My mom loved that it made its way into the book. 

You live in a beautiful part of North Carolina.
Does setting play a role in your novel? If so, how? And have you ever met that
guy “Eustace” from the reality tv show Mountain Men? Okay, forget
that last question – you can email us privately about that.  

We really do live in a gorgeous part of North
Carolina.  These mountains are heavenly
and filled, I think, with creative and healing energy.  I can’t believe you’re asking about Eustace!  I think I’m the last person on God’s green
earth to have heard of him!  I just heard
about him for the first time a week or so ago and now find out he’s a local
celebrity.  Which shows not only how much
I watch TV (hardly ever), but how much I get out and about (apparently, not
enough). 

Anyhooo – – 
getting back to your question (sorry, I do tend to get off on tangents,
don’t I?).  Setting plays a huge role in
WHIMSEY, but not our North Carolina mountains. 
The setting is an island off the coast of Georgia.  One of the things that draws me in while I’m
reading and will keep me coming back for more is a book’s setting.  My favorite authors are those who have such a
great sense of setting and those which are so well drawn they become a
character all on their own.  I tried to
do that with Whimsey.  I hope I
succeeded. 

Now that you’re an “official author” do
you view the book world differently? Can you still get lost in someone else’s novel?
Do you get distracted by a tendency to analyze paragraph structure and determine
point of view?  

Thanks for the “official author” thing!  Wow. 
I’m having a hard time with that one. 
And you know, to many people I’m not and will never be as long as I’m a
self-published author.  But, oh
well.   

Do I view the book world differently?  That would have to be a yes – I do.  Recent experiences have caused a bit of a
shift in how I view the book world. 

Can I still get lost in someone else’s novel
?  Oh, Wow.  You bet. 
I am completely and totally a reader. 
One who wants to just crawl inside the story.  A well-written book transports me and I live
in that world until the story is over – and often well after the story is
over.  I rarely get distracted by
anything that has to do with someone else’s writing.  There are as many different writing styles as
there are writers, and I leave the analyzing and deconstruction to those who
actually know about those things – and that’s not me.   I just wanted to write a story that had all
the elements that I enjoy reading about. 
I figured if it’s a story I loved, there would probably (hopefully)  be others who would love it as well. I’m well
aware that it’s not a book for everyone – but what book is?  I’m also well aware that I’m not, never will
be, a great writer.  But I tell a decent
story, decently written, in a fairly distinct “voice.”  Hopefully, as I continue writing I’ll get
better. 

Your dog Harley has a huge following. What does he
think of your new venture? Will he accompany you on book signing tours?  

That Harley. 
What a ham, huh?  Harley thinks
WHIMSEY is all about him, of course.  And
Fred the Corgi does look an awful lot like Harley, I have to admit.  Harley, however, does not read the Wall
Street Journal, and if he did, he would not need glasses to do that. 

Signing tours! 
Wow.  So far, Evelyn, no one’s
been begging me to come do much in the way of a signing tour.  I am, however, going to be one of the
exhibiting writers – as opposed to the big name presenting authors – at the
High Country Festival of the Book  here in Boone
in June.  I’m not sure, though, that it’s
a dog-friendly venue.  He would love it
though ‘cause a couple of his favorite authors are on the roster.  I’m pretty excited about it too.   

What’s next on your writing agenda?  We know you’re a fan of mysteries. Have you
considered writing one? 

Next on the writing agenda is Whimsey Book
#2.  There are five very close
girlfriends in WHIMSEY:  A NOVEL.  We learned Emmaline Foley Hamilton’s story in
Book #1.  I hope to tell each woman’s
story over time.  I’ve written the first
scene in Book #2, but have put it aside for a bit while I concentrate on
promotion right now. 

I am a huge fan of mysteries, you’re right.  I have not considered writing one, but just a
few years ago I had not considered writing a novel at all. So, maybe.  We’ll see. 

If you could tell someone who was thinking of
writing their first novel, one thing – what would it be? Why? 

I would say “Do It!”   I would say this to anyone who wants to do
anything they have an itch and an urge to do. 
Writing, painting, photography, whatever.  Just do it. 
It doesn’t need to be for anyone other than yourself.  If it brings you a bit of joy, do it.  And don’t wait until you think the time is
right otherwise the years are going to just keep on going by and you’ll still
be waiting.  Just do it!  
 

Pick a favorite paragraph from your book and share
it with us.  

A favorite paragraph.  Okay – here’s one. 

“The painting showed not just five little girls
playing dress-up, but the depths of their joy in one another.  Each making sure they were all equally
visible, unable to be separated without a hand holding another’s hand, a finger
touching another’s nose, one giving another’s big picture hat a minor
adjustment.  The joy was infectious.  The love was palpable.  The quiet shades of white and sepia tones
tinged with the palest pink, recognized widely as Olivia’s signature palette,
giving it an aura of timelessness.” 

How do we find WHIMSEY? Where is it sold and what formats is it available in? 

Print versions of WHIMSEY are available through
any bookstore.  Because it’s
self-published some people think it’s only available at Amazon.  I purchased an ISBN through Bowker so that
the book could be distributed through other distributors, such as Ingram, so
your favorite bookseller can order it for you. 
The only eVersion, right now, is Kindle.  

WHIMSEY is Kaye Wilkinson Barley’s first novel.
She lives with her husband, Don, in the North Carolina mountains along with
Harley Doodle Barley, the Wonder Corgi.

You can follow news about WHIMSEY here – http://kayewilkinsonbarley.com/ 

Kaye is Blog Mistress of Meanderings and Muses,
which you can follow here –http://www.meanderingsandmuses.com/ 

She also steps in as “Oh, Kaye!” the
first Sunday of every month at Jungle Red Writers – http://www.jungleredwriters.com/ 

Kaye was also a contributor to two regional
Western North Carolina anthologies – – – “Clothes Lines,” and
“Women’s Spaces Women’s Places,” both edited by Celia H. Miles and
Nancy Dillingham.

We’re Not in Kansas Anymore

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By Evelyn David

Ever heard of chaos theory? I know it was discussed in Jurassic Park and it has something to
do with a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil
setting off a tornado in Kansas.

I’m pretty sure I’m simplifying things, but here’s my
definition.

Hubby: If we’re going to sell the house, we should put it on
the market in the spring.

Me: You’re right, it’s time.

That was the butterfly flapping her wings.

The tornado that was spawned has resulted in my home
becoming the equivalent of the flying house that took Dorothy from Kansas to Oz.

UGH.

In my more rational moments, and I confess that they are few
and far between, I know this is the right thing to do. But as anyone who has
ever moved – and anyone who has ever laughed at the George Carlin routine –
life is about stuff. To put that
into perspective, consider there is my stuff,
my husband’s stuff, our collective
married life stuff, our four
children’s stuff – and then there is
the stuff we inherited when we
cleaned out our parents’ homes. We have lived in this house for 24 years, so we
all agree that there is a lot of STUFF.

Now the idea is to downsize, move into a three bedroom home,
preferably with a finished basement so all the toys for adorable granddaughter
visits can be down there!

But before that can happen, we have to sell this house. And add in that this house has desperately needed to be painted
since forever, so we have had a crew in the house, scraping, spackling, peeling
old wallpaper, and then painting for more than two weeks with at least another
week to go. The house is one big ball of neutral, with family photos packed
away. I think the goal is to make this house look so foreign to me that it’s
easier to let it go. But in any case, all that stuff is packed in boxes that need to be sorted, discarded,
donated, and occasionally treasured.

Now in the midst of all this chaos is a couple of more
variables. First is a baby shower for my daughter-in-law who is expecting in
May. Hooray, Hooray! Adorable granddaughter will have an adorable cousin. Plus
we have two mega-seders to host the two days following the baby shower. So
there is the craziness of getting the house ready to sell, while also the
craziness of getting ready for a celebration and a holiday.

Did I mention that I’m a little stressed?

It will be fine. I’ll just escape with a little murder and
mayhem when I can. Because we’re within spitting distance (as my mother would
say) of finishing the third Sullivan Investigations Mystery. It’s a full-length
whodunnit – and it’s going to surprise, scare, and delight you. Hope to have
details soon.

In the meantime, here’s a link to George Carlin’s standup
routine on stuff. Enjoy!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvgN5gCuLac

Marian, the Northern, frazzled half of Evelyn David
 

 


A Reason to Give Thanks includes: Giving Thanks
in Lottawatah, Bah, Humbug in Lottawatah, Moonlighting at the Mall, The Fortune
Teller’s Face, A Reason to Give Thanks, Sneak Peek – Murder Off the Books,
Sneak Peek – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries

A Reason to Give Thanks
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords

 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

 

 


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Eyes Have It

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There’s an old English proverb, sometimes attributed to
Shakespeare or Milton, that the eyes are the windows to the
soul. Rhonda, the Southern half of Evelyn David, has struggled for the last two
weeks with a corneal ulcer. It doesn’t sound so terrible, except it is. It’s
meant that her vision has been compromised, her eyes are so light-sensitive that
she can barely walk out into daylight, she has been afflicted with, as she
describes it, “knife in the eyeball” sensation, constant eye dryness, doctor
visits three times a week, a medication schedule that has required awaking every
four hours – and the attendant stomach problems from taking all the various
medications – not to mention, as anyone with an ongoing illness quickly
discovers, doctor and pharmacy bills rising faster than the
Mississippi.

For someone who loves to read, that’s a pleasure that’s
been eliminated. Watching television makes her nauseous. And writing – she can
barely look at a computer screen for more than 10 minutes without feeling like
her eye is cramping, so work on our latest mystery has been seriously
compromised.

Thankfully, she will be fine. Though disappointed with
the pace of recovery, the doctor has assured Rhonda that he sees progress and is
convinced that she will make a full recovery in the next week or so. But of
course, it’s led to much thought and discussion about the blessing of sight and
the joys of the written word.

And in the midst of this ordeal, we were both reminded of
a quotation from Helen Keller: “The only
thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.” She’s right, of
course. We so often take for granted the beauty of the world around us, the
people in our lives. Both halves of Evelyn David have certainly learned a
lesson.

Back soon with more adventures in murder and
mayhem.

 

Marian and Rhonda

 

 


A Reason to Give Thanks includes: Giving Thanks
in Lottawatah, Bah, Humbug in Lottawatah, Moonlighting at the Mall, The Fortune
Teller’s Face, A Reason to Give Thanks, Sneak Peek – Murder Off the Books,
Sneak Peek – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries

A Reason to Give Thanks
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords

 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

 

 


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out

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By Evelyn David

 

Well Timothy Leary of LSD fame advised us to do all three,
but hubby and I only managed the last – we totally dropped out of our
fast-paced, over-packed, multi-scheduled lives for one week. We took a cruise.

A few days after Christmas, my better half and I started
talking about needing to get away, to recharge our batteries which had been
running on empty. It’s been an incredibly busy time, both personally and
professionally – but heck, when isn’t it? Still, I was surprised when he
suggested we go to a travel agent and see what our options were.

Now here’s the rub. Hubby makes an albino look like an ad
for Coppertone. Red-haired and fair, he is very susceptible to sun poisoning. Don’t
ask about our 25th wedding anniversary trip – let’s just say, fever
and swollen legs the size of elephants put a damper on the celebrations – and yes,
he was wearing sunscreen at the time!

So it seemed foolish to go to some island with the
expectation that we would lie in the sun for a week.

“What about a cruise,” father of my four children
asked.

“Who is this guy,” I answered. “A cruise?
What would you do?”

“Sleep, eat, read,” he assured me. “Wander
around islands when we dock.”

Now came the hard part. Nope, it wasn’t choosing which
cruise because his work schedule dictated the only week we could go and so the
choice was made for us. No, the real issue was me getting on a plane in order
to get to the ship. See, if you don’t go out of Florida
or Puerto Rico, you’ll spend two days getting
to warm weather. Leave from points South and you start off in shorts and
sleeveless tops.

Those of you who know me understand that I loathe flying
(notice that suggests that I don’t like it, as opposed to being terrified the
entire time and personally holding up the plane through my grip on the arm
rests). But I looked at hubby, who really did look tired – and I acted as
though me flying was no big deal (which neither he nor any of my kids believed –
so much for my acting ability).

When did I know that this cruise idea was a winner? The
moment my feet crossed the gangplank. There were a host of people offering me
champagne, chocolate, and an unending buffet. Seriously, did they know I was
coming or what? The stateroom with a small balcony was perfectly appointed with
a queen-sized bed, large closet, a private bath the size of the one I have at
home – and two stewards to clean and bring us fresh towels, room service, and
chocolate on our pillows each night. And no, we didn’t have the most expensive
room on the ship – not by a longshot.

The food was delicious and way too plentiful. My husband
quickly slipped into the “I paid for it, I’m eating it – and by the way,
are you finishing yours, if not, I will” culture. If he went more than two
hours without a snack, he claimed he was getting peckish. The ship had a
two-story library – we each read three books over the 7-day cruise. There was a
casino (I won $6.20 playing the penny slots). Husband won a bracelet by taking
a free raffle ticket, stuck into his hand while on his way to yet another
snack. He gave me the jewelry and headed off to the buffet. I passed on the
opportunity to learn the steps to Gangnam Style, which I confess, I regret.

We wandered around the islands, saw a butterfly farm where I
learned that Eric Carle has been lying to me all these years. Seems that the
very hungry caterpillar did not build a cocoon, instead he built a chrysalis
(moths, not butterflies, construct cocoons). But in my relaxed cruise state, I
accepted that Eric Carle was exercising artistic license.

While I checked my email a couple of times a day, hubby
turned off his phone when we walked up the gangplank – and didn’t turn it back
on for seven days. He was the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him and we’ve been
married forever. Among his forays on the ship was to a presentation on future
cruises.

But we’re back now – amidst freezing temps and snowy days;
no more stewards, waiters, or fruity cocktails with little paper umbrellas. But
most of all, our batteries have been recharged. We don’t want to drop out –
except for maybe once a year.

Ship Ahoy!

Marian, the Northern half of Evelyn David   

 

 


A Reason to Give Thanks includes: Giving Thanks
in Lottawatah, Bah, Humbug in Lottawatah, Moonlighting at the Mall, The Fortune
Teller’s Face, A Reason to Give Thanks, Sneak Peek – Murder Off the Books,
Sneak Peek – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries

A Reason to Give Thanks
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords

 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

 

 


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

Undying Love in Lottawatah

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Love is in the air? Brianna’s not so sure. Celebrate Valentine’s Day with the psychic from Lottawatah. Read an excerpt from UNDYING LOVE IN LOTTAWATAH
 
***
Chapter 1
 
The first valentine I ever received
was from Charlie Riggins in first grade. It read, and I can still quote it in
its entirety. “Roses are red, Violets are blue, I don’t smell, but you
sure do.”

Needless to say the romance was over.
My only regret was that I had given him my genuine fake three dollar bill that
my great-uncle Sy had given me for Christmas that year. Needless to say I wasn’t
too fond of Sy either since even at the age of six, I knew there weren’t any
three dollar bills in circulation.

Anyway, my Momma always told me that
Valentine’s Day was a made-up Hallmark holiday and I shouldn’t get swept up in
the commercialization, yadda, yadda, yadda. To be honest, I often tuned out
when my mother would get on her high horse about these issues. And let’s be
honest, the woman absolutely expected a card and an increasingly expensive
present when the made-up holiday of Mother’s Day popped up every May.

But I was trying to tamp down my
expectations about Valentine’s Day and my main squeeze, Deputy Cooper Jackson.
He’s not what I would call gift-imaginative. My Christmas present had been a
bottle of J Lo’s Miami Glow perfume and I wasn’t sure what the message was
since I immediately remembered that Charlie Riggins had made a comment about my
smell too. Besides this cologne was a mixture of Pink Grapefruit, Coconut
Water, Passion Fruit, Heliotrope, Sheer Amber, Crystal Musk, Vanilla Orchid and
Blonde Woods, so essentially I was going to smell like a fruit bowl. His other
gift was a new toaster oven because he likes English muffins in the morning and
my toaster has two settings, light and burnt.

So like I said, I didn’t have high
hopes for Cupid’s Day. And yet, it was less the pink frilly card that had me
worried and more the deadline I had set for myself., After six months, I was
still hanging around Lottawatah, Oklahoma, and it was time for me to figure out
if I was staying or firing up Matilda, my motor home, and hitting the high
road. I thought I’d make a decision by the first of the new year, but then had
resolutely, pun intended, decided that Valentine’s Day was the drop-dead
deadline for the move it or lose it decision.

I was still muddling over the do I or
don’t I question, when a quick glance at the clock almost made the decision for
me. If I was late for my job at Pearl’s Soak & Spin one more time, I’d be
unemployed and would almost certainly have to hit the road in search of gas and
food money. Lottawatah’s economy, if it ever had one, had crashed long before
the rest of the nation. Jobs, as Miss Pearl had reminded me, didn’t grow on
trees. Although logging wasn’t out of the question if push came to shove.

I grabbed my coat and dug my hands in
the pockets for my gloves, and came up empty. I frantically looked around what
is lovingly called the living room in Matilda (also known as the dining room,
kitchen, and driver’s seat), when I remembered that I’d left them the previous
night at Cooper’s apartment.

Mutt Jeffrey, the gravel-voiced host
of the morning drive show, had already cheerfully informed me that it was going
to be “downright cold” today. Mutt is happiest when the weather is at
its worst. I had to walk a mile into town to get to the Soak & Spin, and
wasn’t looking forward to frozen fingers when I remembered an old pair of
gloves that had belonged to my Great Aunt MaryEllen. They’d been passed down to
my grandmother, MaryEllen’s younger sister. I don’t have many memories of my
grandmother, except she had a gap between her two front teeth and could whistle
loud enough with them to summon a cab from the next county. I’d tossed most of
the old clothes, keeping only a few mementos in an old shoe box. I’d stored the
chocolate brown, elbow-length cashmere gloves in Matilda’s glove compartment. I
had dreams of someday owning a dark mink coat to wear with them.

I pulled them on, flung open the door,
and stepped out into the frigid Oklahoma air. A gust of wind nearly blew me
over.

“Where’s your hat? Your brain’s
gonna freeze.”

I did a full 360 before I caught a
glimpse of her. At first I thought it was Grandma, but ghosts usually appear as
they did at death. Which is why wearing good clothes when you kick the bucket
is always a plus. No this wasn’t Grandma, although she had the same gap-toothed
smile. Guess orthodontia wasn’t a big priority during the Great Depression era,
judging the date from the clothes. This was a woman about 60, wearing a
brown-checked coat, felt cloche hat, and I’m pretty sure, a pair of brown
cashmere gloves.

Crap. Hello ghost of Great Aunt
MaryEllen. She’d died in the early ’80s, hit by a cab while crossing the
street.

“Don’t be getting any dirt on
those gloves. They’re genuine cashmere, you know. Harry Grady brought them to
me from the French Quarter in New Orleans.”

Ghosts don’t seem to be affected by
the cold. MaryEllen was leaning casually against Matilda, looking like she had
all the time in the world for a chat.

“Think you could walk with me.”
I motioned for her to follow. “I’ve got to get to work and I’m betting you
have something you need to tell me.”

Don’t they all? Why on earth, pardon
the pun, was Great Aunt MaryEllen, dead more than 30 years, picking a freezing
winter day, with me late for work, to show up?

My name is Brianna Sullivan. I’m a
psychic. My limited talents include communicating with ghosts, finding lost
objects and people, and an occasional success with water well witching. I’d
never planned on making a career of this woo woo stuff, but a girl’s gotta eat.

 

Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

A Slice of Cake!

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February is the month of love but we like our love stories served with a large slice of mystery. How about you? Start your week off right with something sweet, but not too sweet – sample an excerpt from MURDER TAKES THE CAKE

***

 
“Live turkeys or frozen ones?” Mac frowned at JJ. It
didn’t sound like much of a case. “Have I mentioned we should be aiming
for jobs that pay actual cash?”

“Live turkeys. And there’s money with this one.”

There were a lot of turkeys in the nation’s capital, but very
few with actual feathers. “Live turkeys? Are you sure? In D.C.?”

“They were the backup team for the guys headed to the White
House to get pardons.”

“Why would someone pay to find them?” He laughed. “Especially,
if they were the second string. My fee would be more than what they are worth.”

“It’s not only turkeys that are missing.”

“JJ, do you want those fries some time today? Let’s hear
the whole story, but make it quick.”

“The turkey farmer’s employee, stock truck, and wife are
all missing.”

“And?”

“And the contents of his savings account–$400,000 and
change. He’d just sold some land. Needed the money to invest in some spin-off
business.”

“A turkey spin-off business? What? Gobbles in a Can?”

JJ narrowed her eyes and remained silent.

“Okay. Missing employee, truck, wife, turkeys, and money.
What’s our client the most interested in finding?”

JJ grinned. “The money of course. And the turkeys…but only
if you find them before Thanksgiving, which means a rush job. He didn’t seem
too broken-up about the wife or the truck.”

“Must have been an old truck.” Mac sighed. “Okay.
We’ll do it. Give Edgar a call. He’s been wanting to get his hands dirty on a
job. He won’t admit it, but I think since Elinor’s sudden death, he’s been
lonely. Tell him to interview the farmer, neighbors, anyone who knew the wife,
and any acquaintances of the hired hand. He can do it over the phone.”

“So we’re officially taking the case? He’s offering a
turkey and 5% of whatever we recover.”

“Yeah, we’ll take it. The cash, not the turkey. Something
already smells funny.”

“You’re still thinking about the turkeys.”

Mac chuckled. “Besides them. If you’re running off with the
boss’s wife and a whole lot of money, why bother to haul around a load of
smelly birds? Tell Edgar to make sure the two disappearances aren’t just a
coincidence. And get the farmer to sign a contract.”

They both turned as the bells on the office door jingled.

A tall woman with red hair and an even redder leather bomber
jacket walked in.

“Uncle Mac! Surprise!”

“Bridget!” Mac wasn’t too surprised to see his
goddaughter. He knew she was coming home this week for the holiday and to work
on wedding plans. Plus, Jeff had mentioned the Thanksgiving dinner invitation
again to him the day before, trying to get him to humor Kathleen and leave
Whiskey at a kennel for the occasion. Now it appeared Bridget had been given the
mission. The issue of abandoning his dog for the day aside, he’d really rather
stay home with a six-pack of beer, take-out from his favorite pizza place, and
a football game on his new flat screen television. “Whiskey and I are a
team. I’m not leaving her behind even for a plateful of your mother’s candied
sweet potatoes.”

“Good to see you too.” Bridget gave him a hug. “You
don’t have to come to dinner. I’ll eat your share of sweet potatoes. And
pumpkin pie. But I do need something from you.”

“What?”

“You can’t tell my father.”

“I already don’t like the sound of this.”

“Someone is trying to kill me.”

 

 

 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

Best Friends, Mortal Enemies

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By Evelyn David

Jodie Foster’s gracious, thoughtful, clever, impassioned (if
slightly confusing) speech at The Golden Globes captured the interest,
attention, and affection of most viewers. Although she never used the word
“gay,” the audience, both those in the theater and those watching on
TV, understood that it was a deliberate choice she was making in
“outing” herself – and she gave a clear explanation of why she has
chosen to remain private all these years. I admire and respect her as a
phenomenal actress, as well as believe she is a lovely person.

So I gotta ask – how is she friends with Mel Gibson, enough
that he was sitting at her table, right next to her, along with her children?

His arrests, public meltdowns, vitriolic drunken
anti-semitic, anti-gay, racist tirades have appalled most of us. The words he
has used would offend almost anyone. And yet, from the beginning, Jodie Foster
has been a strong supporter of Gibson – and insists that he is not really the
man who spews such hatred. “He’s not a perfect person,” she says. “He’s a
complicated person. That’s why I love him.” In another interview, given as
part of publicity for the film she directed and in which Gibson stars, she
said, “When you love a friend, you don’t abandon them when they are
struggling,” Of course, Mel is an undeniably gifted actor and director,
and ‘The Beaver’ is one of his most powerful and moving performances. But more
importantly, he is and has been a true and loyal friend. I hope I can help him
get through this dark moment.”

I am genuinely impressed by her strong sense of loyalty,
even if I wonder if it’s misplaced.

Then there is the friendship of Antonin Scalia and Ruth
Bader Ginsburg. I don’t think you could find two more divergent jurists. They are
literally at opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of judicial philosophy; he
is an unapologetic conservative, she is an equally proud liberal. But these two have
been best friends for more than 30 years. They and their spouses have spent
every New Year’s Eve together for decades. They even take trips together.

Which leads me to ask: what do we expect of our friends?
Clearly, I don’t want a clone of myself. I’ve got friends with whom I never
discuss politics because it will only lead to disagreement. We all know where
we stand on issues. But I also know that even if we don’t agree on candidates
or politics, we share common ground on fundamentals about family, religion,
service to others, or we have similar interests. I am told that Scalia and
Ginsburg both love music, especially opera, and, as Justice Ginsburg has explained, “I
can say one thing about Justice Scalia. He is one of the few people in the
world who can make me laugh, and I appreciate him for that.”

If such ideological opposites such as Foster/Gibson and
Scalia/Ginsburg can be friends, is that something we should all aspire to do?
Or is there a limit to friendship, a line which can’t be crossed?

Your thoughts?

Marian, the Northern half of Evelyn David

 


A Reason to Give Thanks includes: Giving Thanks
in Lottawatah, Bah, Humbug in Lottawatah, Moonlighting at the Mall, The Fortune
Teller’s Face, A Reason to Give Thanks, Sneak Peek – Murder Off the Books,
Sneak Peek – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries

A Reason to Give Thanks
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords

 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

 

 

Zoned for Murder
Kindle Trade Paperback


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

Getting Back on Track

/in /by

By Evelyn David

It’s easy….way too easy…to get de-railed.

Over the last two months, heavy day-job responsibilities,
family illnesses and celebrations, the holidays, you name it, and the two
halves of Evelyn David have had trouble composing coherent grocery lists, let
alone creating murder and mayhem.

It’s not that I think 2013 is going to be any easier or less
complicated. Life is often like a roller coaster, slow, sometimes an excruciatingly
measured climb upward; perhaps a whiplash turn or two; then a calm, level track
with no dips or slips and the temptation to relax and just coast along; and
then a dizzying, stomach-dropping, but possibly exhilarating ride down. And
then it starts again.

So no, I don’t suppose or even want our lives to get less
complex. But the last couple of months of creative indolence have taught me
what every successful writer has said countless times. You’ve just got to park
your bottom in a chair and DO IT.

Anne Lamott, one of my favorite writers, in her brilliant
book on writing, Bird By Bird, talks about the creative process. I find it
reassuring – a lifeline when I don’t think there are any words I could possibly
put down on paper that would tempt a reader to enter my make-believe worlds. But
Lamott reassures me – and then makes me laugh:

“I know some very
great writers, writers you love who write beautifully and have made a great
deal of money, and not one of them sits down routinely feeling wildly
enthusiastic and confident. Not one of them writes elegant first drafts. All
right, one of them does, but we do not like her very much. We do not think that
she has a rich inner life or that God likes her or can even stand her.
(Although when I mentioned this to my priest friend Tom, he said that you can
safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God
hates all the same people you do.)”

So we’re back in the saddle again (a worn cliché, but heck
the Southern half is from Oklahoma, home of
The National Cowboy and Western
Heritage Museum).
We have already had multiple conversations about upping the danger quotient in
this novel. The stakes have to be high in order for the reader to care what
happens. So far, we’ve got one heart-stopping car accident, one fatal robbery,
and a drive-by-shooting – so I think we’re definitely back in murder and mayhem
central.

 I know writers who have daily word goals – and I sorta,
kinda do, but you know, life sometimes has a way of moving those goalposts. Instead
my resolution for 2013 is to buckle my seatbelt, it’s apt to be a bumpy ride –
and write, revise, edit, delete, but most of all, to
reengage my creative self in the wonderful world of make-believe.

Happy, Healthy, Have-Fun-Writing New Year.
 
Marian, the Northern half of Evelyn David

 


A Reason to Give Thanks includes: Giving Thanks
in Lottawatah, Bah, Humbug in Lottawatah, Moonlighting at the Mall, The Fortune
Teller’s Face, A Reason to Give Thanks, Sneak Peek – Murder Off the Books,
Sneak Peek – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries

A Reason to Give Thanks
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords

 

Sullivan Investigations Mystery
Murder Off the Books Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback
Murder Takes the Cake Kindle – Nook – Smashwords – Trade Paperback 
Riley Come Home (short story)- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Moonlighting at the Mall (short story) – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

 

 

Zoned for Murder
Kindle Trade Paperback


Brianna Sullivan Mysteries – e-book series
I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Dog Days of Summer in Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
The Holiday Spirit(s) of Lottawatah– Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Undying Love in Lottawatah- Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
A Haunting in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Lottawatah Twister – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Missing in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Good Grief in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords
Summer Lightning in Lottawatah – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords

The Ghosts of Lottawatah – trade paperback collection of the Brianna e-books
Book 1 – I Try Not to Drive Past Cemeteries (includes the first four Brianna e-books)
Book 2 – A Haunting in Lottawatah (includes the 5th, 6th, and 7th Brianna e-books)

Romances
Love Lessons – Kindle – Nook – Smashwords