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New Release Mondays: Too Many Women in the Room by Joanne Guidoccio

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Author Name: Joanne Guidoccio

Book Title: Too Many Women in the Room

Book Genre: Cozy Mystery

Release Date: May 19, 2017

Synopsis: Gilda Greco’s life is awash with complications as she wrestles with a certain detective’s commitment issues and growing doubts about her risky investment in Xenia, an innovative Greek restaurant near Sudbury, Ontario. Frustrated, Gilda launches her own investigation and uncovers decades-old secrets and resentments that have festered until they explode into untimely death. Can Gilda outwit a killer bent on killing again?

Excerpt: Carlo’s hand caressed my thigh. More sex. The man could be insatiable. And it had been almost two weeks since our last romp. We started to kiss and then his cell phone vibrated.

Carlo groaned as he leaned over and picked up the phone. He sat up, his back to me. “What’s happened?” he barked. Carlo’s shoulders tensed. A long sigh and then his terse words. “Clear the perimeter, stat.”

Clear the perimeter. My heart beat faster as I recalled the last time I had heard those dreaded words. It could mean only one thing. Another murder. Two murders in less than twenty-hours. What were the chances of that happening in Sudbury? At the Christmas party, the police chief had bragged about one of the lowest murder rates in Canada during the past twelve months.

I swallowed hard. “What’s wrong?”

Carlo turned and gave me a long glance. “Andrew Frattini was found dead in the alleyway behind the ReCareering office.”

The nightmare couldn’t be starting again. This time with different players but still with the same intent. To pin the murder on me. But that strategy wouldn’t work. I had an iron-clad alibi no one could refute.

Carlo dressed quickly. He picked up his phone and then turned toward me. “Stay clear of this, Gilda.”

“How can I ignore it?” I said as I felt myself tearing up. “Someone’s trying to frame me again.”

He leaned over and kissed me. “Well, they didn’t succeed, did they?”

About the Author: In 2008, Joanne Guidoccio retired from a 31-year teaching career and launched a second act that tapped into her creative side and utilized her well-honed organizational skills. Slowly, a writing practice emerged. Her articles and book reviews were published in newspapers, magazines, and online. When she tried her hand at fiction, she made reinvention a recurring theme in her novels and short stories. A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and Romance Writers of America, Joanne writes cozy mysteries, paranormal romance, and inspirational literature from her home base of Guelph, Ontario.  Find Joanne on her website.

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New Release Mondays: Parent Teacher Association by Jennifer Soosar

Author Name: Jennifer Soosar

Book Title: Parent Teacher Association

Book Genre: Psychological suspense

Release Date:  June 24, 2017

Synopsis: Fresh out of a mental hospital, Lizanne Demeter is thrilled when she’s hired as a schoolteacher in a backwater town.

But hopes for a peaceful life are ruined when ‘helicopter mom’ Naomi pushes Lizanne to the brink.

As Lizanne unravels the secret behind Naomi’s agenda, deadly clues emerge.

With her life teetering on chaos, Lizanne risks everything to expose the truth. But first, she must prove herself a more dedicated teacher than anyone dared imagine—the kind who makes ALL the difference.

Excerpt: There hadn’t been a letter back from Clint in a while. The window of time between previous back-and-forth letters had passed. And then some.

Lizanne knew she needed patience with the prison system, and the speed at which mail travelled within it, but she couldn’t help feel more and more anxious each day nothing arrived from him. There should have been something by now. It wasn’t unreasonable to expect something, in this long time.

All she wanted was a fresh letter from Clint to luxuriate in. Confirmation that her romance was growing—expanding—and that he still needed and loved her. Lizanne Demeter needed it now desperately.

What if he didn’t like the tattoo?

Had she gone too far with that? Had it scared him off?

Yes, it was a bit crazy, a bit impulsive. But it was romantic, too. Plus, he had wanted a gesture, had asked for one and left the door open to interpretation. No, the Clint’s Girl tattoo couldn’t be the reason he hadn’t written back yet.

What if some other woman is writing to him? What if he’s busy with her? Falling in love with her?

Then Lizanne logged onto Clint’s profile on Mother of pearl, it was still up! Even though they were a couple, he hadn’t bothered to take his listing down. Anybody could still write to him—any woman out there in the whole world!

Maybe he has no control of it. Just ask him nicely to take it down next time he gets computer privileges. He’ll understand. He will.

But would he? The relationship was still young. What if he got offended at being told what to do? Men didn’t like that. But the profile needed to be removed. It wasn’t an unreasonable request. They were boyfriend/girlfriend—they were in love.

It was of utmost importance to Lizanne that she maintain her position of control here. Clint Hubert was a gorgeous, intelligent, decent man—a prize catch—and any dumb skank trolling the LockUpLink website would recognize that for herself.

No, no, no, no, no. This needed to be rectified immediately.

About the author: Jennifer Soosar watched too much America’s Most Wanted’ growing up and has been writing about shady characters ever since. She was born and raised in Toronto and has a degree in anthropology. Her short fiction has appeared in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. She is a member of Crime Writers of Canada, International Thriller Writers, and Sisters in Crime. To find out more about Jennifer and her writing projects visit her website

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New Release Mondays: Fight or Die by James Hilton

Author Name:  James Hilton

Book Title: Fight Or Die

Book Genre: Thriller

Release Date:  June 14, 2017

Synopsis: When the Gunn brothers Danny and Clay answer a call to help old friends, they are plunged into a deadly situation. Larry and Pamela Duke own one of the most popular nightclubs in the Spanish resort town of Ultima, but a local gang known as the Locos are determined to take it. Danny and Clay are hired to protect the club, but new adversaries enter the game. Against such odds there are only two choices: fight or die…

Excerpt: Pamela was a strong-willed woman. A lot of army wives get that way. They have as much upheaval in their lives as the soldiers they are married to, they just need to deal with it in a different way. A single tear blossomed at the corner of her eye. Not wanting to give the intruders the satisfaction of seeing her wipe it away; she pushed her hair back into a ponytail, shedding it of the last splinters of broken glass, and wrapped it with a small elastic hair-band. The tear blended onto her sleeve as she raised her arms.

“Tell your boss to make a serious offer and maybe we’ll think about it.”

“Too late for that now Chica. That boat has sailed. Now you get only…what you get.” The sneer accompanying Ortega’s message could have curdled milk.

“All of our life savings are in this place!”

“Call it…market…ah, fluctuation.” Ortega’s smoker’s voice was sandpaper to her ears. “We’ll be back at six. Then you and the peg-leg will sign over the deeds. If you’re not here, we will burn this place down and start over with a new place of our own.”

A new, deeper voice carried from the doorway of the bar, the American accent thick and unmistakable. “Jeez, Daisy, I’d sack your contractor; he’s made a real pig’s ear of the refurb!”

The three Loco’s turned to see a large silhouette blocking doorway. Not one to waste words, Ortega spat a warning. “Get lost. The bar is closed.”

The large shadow took a step inside. “But I thought the Woo Hoo was always open for a good time. Woo Hoo!” The new arrival did that ‘jazz hands’ thing in the air.

Ortega nodded towards the stranger and the flag-ripper stalked forwards, blade at the ready.

About the author: James lives in the rugged but beautiful North of England with his wife Wendy. He is the author of the Gunn Brothers Thrillers by Titan Books. Not to be confused with the beloved author of Goodbye Mr Chips.
James trained in the martial arts since the age of 11. He is currently ranked as a 4th dan Blackbelt.
His other passions include visiting Florida and the Caribbean, reading horror, suspense and action thrillers.
He is currently working on the next book in the ‘Gunn Brothers Thriller’ series and also researching material for the first book in a new YA series. Find him at

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New Release Mondays: Lostar Street by Vinnie Hansen

Author: Vinnie Hansen

Book Title: Lostart Street, a novel of mystery, murder and moonbeams

Release Date: May 31. 2017

Synopsis: Cecile Knutsen abandons her old life in San Francisco to accept her first teaching position in a small California coast town. She rents an apartment in a newly integrated development for old and handicapped people, across from a woman she never sees. Mysterious thefts and a budding romance tug the lonely Cecile into this community of strange inhabitants. Blinded by the busyness of her new career, Cecile doesn’t see impending danger.

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Not a soul stirred except the two of us. The mustard-colored apartment units could have been empty.

“It’s quiet,” I murmured.

“Yes, very quiet.” The manager, Bobbi Headland, was a tiny woman with tinted red hair and spiky eyelashes. Humans are already anatomical wonders, slender stalks balancing twenty-pound heads. Bobbi Headland added to this miracle with twiggy legs and large, Barbie-doll breasts. As we walked up the asphalt drive, all logic argued she should tip over, which perhaps accounted for her charged up, nervous air.

The alluring quiet of the place contrasted sharply with my life of MUNI buses rumbling past the flat I rented with my friend Imogene. Behind the three rows of apartments, birds fluttered in the ice plant covering a hill. A song sparrow on the tip of a stunted juniper threw open his beak and shattered the silent heat.

A humongous cat on the step of unit four, next to the vacant one, lazily lifted its head to acknowledge us.

“Hi ya, Buddha Belly,” Bobbi Headland chirped. “That’s Mrs. Bean’s cat and folks here call it Buddha Belly. Not in front of Mrs. Bean, of course. She’s very sensitive about her cat.”

The vacant apartment and Mrs. Bean’s stood alone, like individual houses. A nice feature.

Bobbi threw open the door. I weighed the plusses and minuses of the place: clean with new carpet and knotty pine in a minuscule kitchen. The rent was unreasonable, but affordable given my new salary. And with my first day as a high-school teacher looming in two days, I had no time to shop. I still faced the move from San Francisco.

As I peeked about, Bobbi scrutinized the place as though trying to fathom what a single, twenty‑eight-year-old would want in such a dead place. Why not choose hip downtown Santa Cruz instead of this little village? She chattered away, giving me the history of the apartments and telling me about the woman who lived across the asphalt drive in unit six. “She doesn’t come out much in the day. You might not ever see her.”

I should have paid more attention to this information, but it winged by.

Bobbi ducked into what I’d already decided was my bathroom. She stayed for a long time, but emerged seeming calmer. I should have paid more attention to that, too.

About the author: Vinnie Hansen fled the winds of the South Dakota prairie and headed for the California coast the day after high school graduation.

As a child, she read books while huddled on top the dryer. Vinnie grew up to write numerous short stories and the Carol Sabala mysteries. MURDER, HONEY is available in the bestselling e-collection: SLEUTHING WOMEN: 10 FIRST-IN-SERIES MYSTERIES.

Her story, MISCALCULATION, is forthcoming in SANTA CRUZ NOIR (Akashic Books).

Still sane after 27 years of teaching high-school English, Vinnie has retired and lives in Santa Cruz, California, with her husband and the requisite cat. Find her at

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New Release Mondays: Incognito by Khaled Talib

Author Name: Khaled Talib

Book Title: Incognito

Book Genre: Thriller

Release Date: 15, May 2017

Synopsis: Pope Gregoire XVII was last seen waving to the crowd at Saint Peter’s square from the famous Apostolic Palace window. Despite several layers of tight security, neither the Gendarmerie nor The Entity (the Vatican’s secret service) or the Swiss Guards claim to know anything about his sudden mysterious disappearance. Three mysterious specialists are dispatched by the international hacker group, Anonymous, to find him. 

Excerpt: The cockroach peered into Pope Gregoire’s nostrils, its feelers twitching wildly. His nose flared in reaction, sending the creature scurrying frantically into a corner. The old man opened his left eye wider, then his right. If this was purgatory, he’d expected to see the wings of an angel, at least—not that of a filthy insect.

He felt his own heartbeat in the throb of his palm. Clearly, the Angel of Death had not visited him yet. So where was he?

Confusion swirled about his head as he tracked the smell of earth amidst concrete. He couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. The two fluorescent tubes on the ceiling manipulated the hour. There were no windows, and scarcely any air was admitted except through the slit under the metal door. He could hear nothing but his own breathing. He looked around in a daze, then dragged himself up slowly against the wall.

He saw into his blurry memory. Two black vans pulled up on a quiet street under the dark fabric of the sky. More than a dozen armed masked men in black jumped out. Bodies of his escorts, including several cardinals, members of the Swiss Guards and secret service men, began hitting the ground as muffled thumps sounded repeatedly around him. Screams and moans of pain accompanied columns of dark red blood thrown into the air.

His anxiety surged when a gunman aimed his weapon at him. First thought: Why would anyone want to harm a leader of peace, a man whose sole mission on earth is to distribute goodness and alleviate the sorrow and pain of others? Second thought: Fear. In the dark clouds of doubt, he questioned his own faith; what if he died and did not meet God? What if he had spent his entire life serving the wrong religion? Third thought: Fight back. If there was ever a time to retaliate, even if it meant killing someone, this would be the appropriate moment. Pope or no Pope, he was a human being whose life was being threatened.

About the author: Khaled is a former journalist with local and international exposure. His articles have been published and syndicated to newspapers worldwide, and his short stories have appeared in literary journals and magazines. The author, who resides in Singapore, is a member of the UK Crime Writers Association and the International Thriller Writers org. Find him at

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New Release Mondays: Geronimo Must Die by J.R. Lindermuth

Author Name: J. R. Lindermuth

Book Title: Geronimo Must Die

Book Genre: Western/Mystery

Release Date: March 28, 2017

Synopsis: Geronimo and rascally half-breed Indian scout Mickey Free have never been friends.

Yet, Mickey has already saved Geronimo’s life twice (without acknowledgement) and is the only one who can keep the great Apache leader out of the sniper’s sights now. The sniper has already murdered several tribal leaders and Mickey believes it’s all a plot to prompt a great runaway from the hated San Carlos reservation.

Mickey’s efforts are stymied by Al Sieber, head of scouts, and John Clum, reservation agent, as well as suspicion of other Indians. Adding to his problems, Mickey is in love with a girl whose name he keeps forgetting to ask and who may be allied to the plot.

Only perseverance, risk to his life and, eventually, Geronimo’s help will enable Mickey to resolve this dangerous situation.

Excerpt: The first shot raised a cloud of dust between our feet. Flinging myself against Geronimo, I knocked him to the ground and covered his body with my own. The second shot struck and crackled into the framework of the wickiup. After a moment of silence and no more shots, Geronimo barked, “Get off me, fool.”

I complied. We rose, surrounded by a crowd of muttering warriors who’d been summoned by the shooting. The rifle fire came from a bluff above the camp and a number of men hurried off in that direction. They wouldn’t find the sniper. Having failed in his mission, I knew he was long gone.

For the second time, I’d saved Geronimo’s life. He seemed no more grateful than he had the first time. Brushing himself off, he inquired if those within the wickiup were unharmed. Assured of the safety of his family, he turned to me. “Why are you here?”

Sieber had sent me. A fool’s mission, though I hadn’t told him so. I learned a long time ago not to argue with Al Sieber.

Dawn on a frosty morning. Steam rising from the coats of the horses in the corrals. The boys watching the horses huddled with their arms clasped around themselves or blowing on their hands for a little warmth. Dry grass crackled underfoot. We were all hoping for an early spring. Winter was never easy at San Carlos and this had been no exception.

Arriving at Geronimo’s wickiup, I coughed loudly in hope those within would acknowledge my presence. It’s not our way to barge into another person’s home without invitation. I waited patiently. The only sound from within a series of grunts and squeals of delight. Geronimo rutting with one of his younger wives.

Another sound attracted my attention. She, the lovely one, had just emerged from the next hut with a water jug in hand. After a quick smile, she lowered her head and set off for the stream. As I watched, the older woman came out and gave me a sour glance which made me avert my gaze from the sweetly swaying rump of the departing younger one.

“The old lady would cut your heart out if she knew what you were thinking,” Geronimo said as he stooped and came out to stand beside me. I could only blush.

For a good twenty years or more–from the time the Mexicans killed his family and set him on a path of vengeance until John Clum brought him in without firing a shot–Geronimo had been the scourge of the West.

Yet, for those seeing him for the first time, Geronimo presents an unimpressive aspect. There is little at first glance to separate him from the average indio. His round face, framed by a mop of dark hair, is sun-ravaged and stern of expression. His dark gimlet eyes are like those of a sidewinder and his mouth is a wide slash turned down at the edges.

Spend a minute in his presence, though, and you’ll realize power radiates from this man like heat from a stove. You need to step back to keep it from burning you.

“What do you want, Mickey Free?” he asked.

I hesitated, seeking the right way to broach Sieber’s question. Like most White Eyes, Al thought Geronimo would answer my questions just because we’re both Apache. He didn’t understand Geronimo is Bedonkohe and I was raised Coyoteros, what you people call a White Mountain Apache. Our peoples have been allies and enemies at various times. And, Geronimo knows my background. Sieber does, too, though maybe he’d forgotten. Not only am I a scout who’s assisted the Americans in making trouble for Geronimo and his people, I’m also a half-breed. We’re not enemies. Nor are we friends–despite the fact I’ve now saved his life for a second time.

Geronimo stared at me with all the friendliness of a rattler. I noticed he’d aged in the months he’d spent at San Carlos. The skin stretched taut over his wide face was scoured with wrinkles, his hair was shot with gray, his broad shoulders were stooped and there was a dimness in his dark eyes. San Carlos is hard on people. So it had been since the winter of 1875 when Al brought the Yavapai and Tonto here. The clans brought in later have fared no better. Many people have died, and Sieber has not been forgiven.

The shooting started before I had a chance to speak.

Now Geronimo awaited an answer to his original question.

Dee-zho-ne had returned and was tending the morning fire. She’d recently arrived in the camp and I hadn’t learned her name, which was why I’d taken to calling her beautiful. My gaze kept straying in her direction even as Geronimo glared at me. “Did you come to see me or her?” he growled.

Reddening, I gave him my attention. “There’s rumor…”

“There are always rumors.”

“Someone is plotting to kill the chiefs who oppose leaving the reservation. Sieber thinks…”

Geronimo chuckled. “He thinks I’m behind it? Tell him—somebody just shot at me.”

About The Author: A retired newspaper editor, J. R. Lindermuth is the author of 15 novels and a non-fiction regional history. Since retiring, he has served as librarian of his county historical society where he assists patrons with genealogy and research. He lives and writes in a house built by a man who rode with Buffalo Bill Cody. His short stories have appeared in a variety of magazines. He is a member of International Thriller Writers and the Short Mystery Fiction Society, where he served a term as vice president. You are invited to visit his website at:

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New Release Mondays: Poisoned Tears by J.H. Bográn

Author Name: J. H. Bográn

Book Title: Poisoned Tears

Book Genre: Crime, Suspense

Release Date: March 15, 2017

Synopsis: Alan Knox’s football career ended in the Superdome twenty years ago. He hates the Big Easy but his son’s fiancée is missing and Knox is compelled to help. Throwing himself into the investigation, he becomes convinced a serial killer is using poisonous animals to disguise women’s deaths as accidents but the NOLA Police Department won’t listen. The investigation follows a twisted and dangerous path when Knox teams up with journalist Scott Trent. Especially when Trent’s wife is brutally murdered and Trent becomes the prime suspect. How many more women must die before Knox can prove his partner’s innocence?

Excerpt: New Orleans, Louisiana, or NOLA, also known as The Big Easy or The Crescent City. Alan had another name for it: The City with Many Names.

Aptly, the New Orleans police headquarters took a block right next to the city prison. As Alan paid off his ride, he cast a side glance at his bag. Policemen were inherently suspicious, and there were things one should never do: scream “bomb” in an airport, followed closely by arriving at a police station with a suitcase that may contain a bomb. “Hey, I don’t think I will be too long. Can you wait for me here?”

“Sure. I’ll reset the meter.”

“Sounds fair.”

He walked to the building with a weird sense of irony having left his bag with a stranger instead of trusting the law. He shrugged it off as a sliding door opened for him. A black female officer named Bolton escorted him to the fourth floor to the desk of Sergeant Remy Chauvin in charge of missing people. Longing lingered on Chauvin’s face as Bolton walked away.

Alan sat down across from Chauvin after he made a short introduction. Chauvin had raised an eyebrow at the mention of the name Knox. Alan’s impression of the cop went up a notch. Just a notch.

“What can I do for you, sir?” Chauvin had that slow, soft, singing accent, typical of the city.

“Lydia Parker’s missing. She’s engaged to my son, so I’m here to help look for her.”

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” he said with a smile, yet he sat up straighter.

“Never saw the advantage of it.”

“Are you with the Force in Texas?”

“Nope, some folk prefer to talk to someone without a badge.”

“And then there are some who prefer not to talk at all.” Chauvin opened a drawer and shuffled the contents before producing a pocket-sized notebook. “John didn’t mention your profession when I talked to him. In fact, he gave me the impression he had no parents.”

“If you must know, we haven’t been close since his mother died.”

“That’s none of my business,” he said but still jotted a note in his book. “Anyway, I hope you’re qualified.”

“Damn right I am.” Alan didn’t see any advantage in clarifying that his license had expired six months before and as he was closing the business, he hadn’t bothered with a renewal. “But, I don’t need a license to ask around about Lydia. We’re practically related.”

“Right you are. So then, what are you doing here?”

“Paying my respect to the local top dog.”

“It feels like you’re planning to step on some toes. And that, Mr. Knox, is one hell of a scary thought.” He pointed an accusing finger at Alan. “I better not get complaints about you.”

“A complaint about me? Nah, never.” He waved his hand in dismissal.

About the author: H. Bográn, born and raised in Honduras, is the son of a journalist. He ironically prefers to write fiction rather than fact. José’s genre of choice is thrillers, but he likes to throw in a twist of romance into the mix. His works include novels and short stories in both English and Spanish. He has also worked on scripts for motion pictures and domestic television in his home country.

He’s a member of The Crime Writers Association, the Short Fiction Writers Guild and the International Thriller Writers where he also serves as the Thriller Roundtable Coordinator and contributor editor for their official e-zine The Big Thrill. Find out more about him at and on  Facebook

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New Release Mondays: Aftermath by Marilynn Larew

Author Name: Marilynn Larew

Book Title: Aftermath

 Book Genre: Thriller

Release Date: Feb. 17, 2017

Synopsis: It’s February, and Baltimore PI Anne Carter has a lot of work. EMT Charlie Magee says somebody is trying to kill him. Because he found a man on Hollins Street? And Vivian Rowlandson, whose husband Glenn, a retired lieutenant colonel of Special Forces, has disappeared, and she fears he may be having a blackout. Plus somebody’s trying to kill her, but she knows who that is.

 Excerpt: Mother! Jack wants to get married!”

Elizabeth’s message on the answering machine sounded increasingly anguished after the tenth repeat. Didn’t she know I had been out of town? Wasn’t it enough that I had spent the last twelve hours being very polite to a suspicious Philadelphia cop? That is bad enough to cause permanent colic; I do not have to practice marriage counseling at midnight as well. I fast-forwarded over Elizabeth and heard Jack’s voice.

“Pay no attention to her, Annie. We’ll work it out. You may hear from a buddy of mine from Viet Nam named . . .”

The doorbell shrilled over Jack’s exasperated voice.

“. . . Charlie Magee. He thinks somebody’s . . .”

The doorbell shrilled again insistently. . . trying to kill him. I told him you’d give him a price.”

Maybe if I turned off the light and crept up the stairs whoever it was would go away. I turned off the light, and the bell shrilled again. I was halfway up the steps when I heard a car backfire. Whoever it was quit ringing the bell and began to pound on the door. I slipped the 9 mm automatic out of its holster and went back down the steps cautiously. I looked at the silhouette on the glass in the top half of the door. It was a man, tall and slender. He heard the car return before I did and flattened himself against the area wall. A neat hole appeared in the glass just where his shoulders had been and not a whole hell of a distance from where my head currently was.

Bio: Marilynn Larew is a retired historian who taught for many years in the University System of Maryland. Besides American history, she taught the history of the Vietnamese war and the history of terrorism, topics she uses in her writing. She lives in southern Pennsylvania in a 200-year-old brick farmhouse with her husband Karl. She has also written The Spider Catchers and Dead in Dubai.

She belongs to the Sisters in Crime, the Guppies, and the Chinese Military History Society. Find her at

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