Guest Blog Post: Old Sins by Miranda James




Claws for Concern By Miranda James, part of the Cat in the Stacks Mysteries, hardcover, Feb. 20, 2018, 288 pages.

I don’t really know where my nearly lifelong interest in history started. I do remember that, when I got my first library card at the age of eight, the first book I checked out was a juvenile biography of Abraham Lincoln. I went on to read many, many more of those juvenile biographies, and then I moved on to Greek and Roman mythology. Later on, as a teenager, I began reading historical fiction of various flavors – everything from historical romances to romantic suspense and straight historical fiction. If it was set in the past – and particularly if it was set in England – I would give it a try. In college, I majored in history and even went on to get both a master’s degree and a Ph.D., emphasis on medieval history.

I think one of the main reasons I’m so fascinated by history is knowing that there are connections from the past to the present. Some are more clear-cut than others, but the connections are always there. There are connections on a grand scale as well as connections on a more intimate, definitely personal scale, like tracing one’s ancestors to see from whence you came.

These same connections are, for me, what makes a mystery plot interesting. What actions in the past are connected to events in the present? Did one event, an action by a single person, set the course that ended in a murder? Or perhaps several murders?

These are the questions at the root of every story in the “Cat in the Stacks” series. In the latest book, Claws for Concern, those actions lie twenty years in the past. Four people, two adults and two children, were killed on a farm. The murderer was never brought to justice. Will Charlie and Diesel be able to identify the killer after all these years?


Guest Blog Post – Creative Thrifting by Sofie Ryan




In the Second Chance Cat mysteries Sarah Grayson runs Second Chance, a repurpose shop. She sells furniture, dishes, quilts, pillows, books and more. Many of the items have been restored or refurbished.

I love stores like Second Chance. Thrift shops, second hand stores, flea markets, they’re all great places to find material for my creative work. As a collage artist I’m captivated by magazines, maps and sheet music, photographs, books and costume jewelry. I admit to doing a little happy dance in the aisle at one of my local thrift stores when I found a pure wool blanket, perfect for cutting up to use when I’m drying handmade paper, for only $5.99.

On one hand, these kinds of stores are full of endless ideas for artistic endeavors. A box of buttons. A stack of postcards. On the other hand, the urge to buy all the things can result in a work space in which there’s so much stuff there’s nowhere to work. Over the years these are the guidelines I’ve found that work for me.

  1. Is it on my list?

At any given time there are specific things I’m looking for. Right now on my list you’d find cheap brushes, the kind that come with children’s paint sets, I like them for gluing; a book on fish, inspiration for a collage piece I’m planning; and green fabric. Coming home with a bag of sponges, a book of sheet music and a square of flaming orange fabric could lead to all sorts of fun projects but they won’t help me finish the ones that I’m already working on.

  1. Will I use this in the next couple of months?

I live in a small house and have an even smaller office. I have one cupboard for art supplies. And I’m a bit of a neat freak. That means I have to think long and hard before I buy something. So “yes” to the box of buttons and the wool blanket but “no” to the former classroom map of North America.

  1. Will I use all the parts?

Just about everything I buy for a collage piece gets cut up or taken apart. Bracelets are disassembled. Maps are cut into pieces. Shanks are snapped off of buttons. Recently I was taken with the flat, black medallion on a chunky beaded necklace. It looked like an over-size washer. But I couldn’t think of anything I’d do with all those chunky, angular beads. So, reluctantly I left the necklace behind.

  1. Is it in my budget?

I have a budget for art supplies. (It makes my little math geek heart happy.) No credit. No debit. Cash only. It forces me to think twice about buying things like that big parrot poster. I’ve never been sorry about not overspending.

  1. Can I be flexible sometimes?

This rule is why I have two boxes of buttons in my supply cupboard and that piece of flaming orange fabric I mentioned earlier. Because once in while it’s okay not to follow the rules. Sometimes you just have to yield to inspiration. And really, can you have too many buttons?




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Book Review – Death Comes To The School


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9781496702081Book Review – Death Comes To The School

By Catherine Lloyd

A Kurland St. Mary Mystery #5



Cozy Historical (1820 England)

Dec. 2017, $25.00

273 pages

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Catherine Lloyd’s fifth Kurland St. Mary Mystery opens with Lady Lucy Kurland accustomed to Sir Robert, her husband, ignoring her, yet holding on to his goal of becoming a member of Parliament. Though she continued to lack an appetite and felt tired after two miscarriages, Lucy managed to attend to her responsibilities of her high social rank in the small community. Added to her unease and gray mood is the arrival of a post wishing her future to be bleak and childless.

When visiting the local school, which her husband is responsible for, she witnesses the school mistresses heavy hand when interacting with the children. Lucy knew that they worked and went to school often tired and hungry. There was no reason to treat them so cruelly. She clearly did not approve of Miss Broomfield’s behavior.

When Mrs. Jenkins and the Greenwells visit, Lucy learns that she wasn’t singled out when it came to receiving a terribly rude letter. Mrs. Jenkins also received one. The offending remark stated that her grandson was a libertine and thief.

Adding to the growing unrest, Lucy is concerned about her husband having a proper heir to his estate. To make their lives even more difficult there’s a ball and village party to plan and someone’s gone and killed the school mistress.

Though it is Sir Robert’s responsibility to investigate the gruesome murder, Lucy veils her own investigation in an effort to find the killer, the author of the letters and what made Miss Broomfield such as mean-spirited young woman.

I liked this book on so many levels. One being that it was a historical and that allows you to walk through a visual door to observe a society in the past. I liked that Lady Kurland wasn’t a snob, that she genuinely cared for both the townsfolk and the ladies of the upper tier of society. Also, that she and Sir Robert saw to the education of the town’s youth. Adding to the storyline and Lady Kurland’s support is Sir Robert’s Aunt Rose. Loved her personality and the fact that she wasn’t going to settle for loneliness. As for the plot and the author’s ability to carry it to resolution, she did it cleverly. I thought the guilty party was someone else. Looking forward to reading the next book in the series.

Four quill pens out of five

Denise Fleischer

February 10, 2018




Blog Tour – Beyond Danger Excerpt



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Beyond Danger is Beau’s story.  Mega-rich, black-haired, and blue-eyed, Beau is gorgeous to look at, and flashy.  He was an amateur race car driver, sort of a Texas Paul Newman, before he left the racing circuit.  Beau loves fast cars and fast women.

He is also wanted for murder.

That’s where private investigator, Cassidy Jones, comes in.  She’s smart and she’s no pushover, exactly the woman for Beau.  Best of all, she’s determined to prove his innocence.


Beyond Danger

Pleasant Hill, Texas

Beau could hardly believe it.  His father was sixty years old!  The girl sitting across from him in a booth at the Pleasant Hill Café looked like a teenager.  A very pregnant teenager.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Missy,” Beau Reese said.  “You don’t have to worry about anything from now on.  I’ll make sure everything is taken care of from here on out.”

“He bought me presents,” the girl said, dabbing a Kleenex against the tears in her blue eyes.  “He told me how pretty I was, how much he liked being with me.  I thought he loved me.”

Fat chance of that, Beau thought.  His dad had never loved anyone but himself.  True, his father, a former Texas state senator, was still a handsome man, one who stayed in shape and looked twenty years younger.  Didn’t make the situation any better.

“How old are you, Missy?”


At least she was over the age of consent.  That was something, not much.

Beau shoved a hand through his wavy black hair and took a steadying breath.  He thought of the DNA test folded up and tucked into the pocket of his shirt.  He had always wanted a baby brother or sister.  Now at the age of thirty five, he was finally going to have one.

Beau felt a surge of protectiveness toward the young woman carrying his father’s child.

He looked over to where she sat hunched over next to her mother on the opposite side of the pink vinyl booth.  “Everybody makes mistakes, Missy.  You picked the wrong guy, that’s all.  Doesn’t mean you won’t have a great kid.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, Missy managed a tentative smile.  “Thank you for saying that.”

Beau returned the smile.  “I’m going to have a baby sister.  I promise she won’t have to worry about a thing from the day she’s born into this world.”  Hell, he was worth more than half a billion dollars.  He would see the child had everything she ever wanted.

When Missy’s lips trembled, her mother scooted out of the booth.  “I think she’s had enough for today.  This is all very hard on her and I don’t want her getting overly tired.”  Josie reached for her daughter’s hand.  “Let’s go home, honey.  You’ll feel better after a nap.”

Beau got up, too, leaned over and brushed a kiss on Missy’s cheek.  “You both have my number.  If you need anything, call me.  Okay?”

Missy swallowed.  “Okay.”

“Thank you, Beau,” Josie said.  “I should have called you sooner.  I should have known you’d help us.”

“I’ll have my assistant send you a check right away.  You’ll have money to take care of expenses and buy the things you need.  After that, I’ll have a draft sent to Missy every month.”

Josie’s eyes teared up.  “I didn’t know how I was going to manage the bills all by myself.  Thank you again, Beau.”

He just nodded.  “Keep me up to date on her condition.”

“I will,” Josie said.

Beau watched the women head for the door, the bell ringing as Josie shoved it open and she and Missy walked out of the café.

Leaving money on the table for his coffee, he followed the women out the door, his temper slowing climbing toward the boiling point, as it had been after he’d first received Josie’s call.

His father should be the one handling Missy’s pregnancy.  He’d had months to step up and do the right thing.  Beau figured he never would.

As he crossed the sidewalk and opened the door of his dark blue Ferrari, his temper cranked up another notch.  By the time the car was roaring along the road to his father’s house, his fury was simmering, bubbling just below the surface.

Unconsciously his foot pressed harder on the gas, urging the car down the two-lane road at well over eighty miles an hour.  With too many tickets in Howler County already, he forced himself to slow down.

Making the turn into Country Club Estates, he jammed on the brakes and the car slid to a stop in front of the house.  The white, two-story home he’d been raised in oozed Southern charm, the row of columns out front mimicking an old-style plantation.

Climbing out of the Ferrari, one of his favorite vehicles, he pounded up the front steps and crossed the porch.  The housekeeper had Mondays and Tuesdays off so he used his key to let himself into the entry.

On this chilly, end-of-January day, the ceiling fans, usually rotating throughout the five-thousand square-foot residence, hadn’t been turned on, leaving the interior strangely silent, the air oddly dense.  The ticking of the ornate grandfather clock in the living room seemed louder than it usually did.

“Dad!  It’s Beau!  Where are you?”  When he didn’t get an answer, he strode down the hall toward the study.  He had phoned his father on the way over.  Though he’d done his best to keep the anger out of his voice, he wasn’t sure he had succeeded.   Maybe his father had left to avoid him.

“Dad!”  Still no answer.  Beau continued down the hall, his footsteps echoing in the quiet.  As he reached the study, he noticed the door standing slightly ajar.  Steeling himself for the confrontation ahead, he clamped down on his temper, rapped firmly, then shoved the door open.

His father wasn’t sitting at the big rosewood desk or in his favorite overstuffed chair next to the fireplace.  Beau started to turn away when an odd gurgling sound sent the hairs up on the back of his neck.

“Dad!”  At the opposite end of the desk, Beau spotted a prone figure lying on the floor in a spreading pool of blood.  “Dad!”  His father’s eyes were closed, his face as gray as ash.  The handle of a letter opener protruded from the middle of his chest.

Beau raced to his father’s side.  “Dad!”  Blood oozed from the wound in his chest and streamed onto the hardwood floor.  He had to stop the bleeding and he had to do it now!

He hesitated, praying he wouldn’t make it worse, then with no other option, grabbed the handle of the letter opener, jerked it out, gripped the front of his dad’s white shirt and ripped it open.

“Oh, my God!  What are you–”

Beau glanced up.  “Call 9-1-1!  Hurry, he’s been stabbed!  Hurry!”

The woman, a shapely brunette named Cassidy Jones, his father’s recently hired personal assistant, didn’t pause, just pulled her cell out of her pocket and hurriedly punched in the number.  He heard her rattle off the address, give the dispatcher the name of the victim and said he had been stabbed.

Beau’s hand shook as he checked for a pulse, found none.  The wound was catastrophic, a stab wound straight to the heart.  No way could his father survive it.

Cassidy ended the call, ran over and knelt on the floor beside him.

“Here, use this to seal the hole.”  She seemed amazingly in control as she handed him a credit card then ran to the wet bar and grabbed a towel, folded it into a pad, rushed back and handed it over.  Beau pressed the towel over the credit card on top of the hole, all the while knowing his father was already dead or within moments of dying.

He checked again for a pulse.  Shook his head, feeling an unexpected rush of grief.  “His heart isn’t beating.  Whoever stabbed him knew exactly where to bury the blade.”  And compressions would only make it worse.

Cassidy reached down to check for herself, pressing her fingers in exactly the right spot on the side of his father’s neck.  She had to know it was hopeless, just as he did, must have known Stewart Reese was dead.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Beau studied his father’s face.  Pain had turned his usually handsome features haggard and slack, nothing like the athletic older man who kept himself so fit and trim.

Sorrow slid through him, making his chest clamp down.  Or maybe it was sadness for the kind of man his father was, the kind who had wound up the victim of a killer.

“Just hold on,” Cassidy said to him.  “The ambulance should be here any minute.”

His mind went blank until the sound of a siren sliced into his conscious.  Cassidy hurried off to let the EMTs into the house and a few moments later they appeared in the study.

“You need to give us some room, Mr. Reese,” one of them said gently, a skinny kid who looked like he knew what he was doing.

Beau backed away and Cassidy followed.  He felt her eyes on him, assessing him with speculation–or was it suspicion?

It didn’t take long for the EMTs to have his father loaded onto a gurney and rolling down the hall, back outside to the ambulance.  Beau strode along behind them, Cassidy trailing in his wake.

It occurred to him that she could be the killer.  But somehow the timing seemed wrong and her reaction seemed genuine.  The thought slid away.

As he climbed into the ambulance and sat down beside his dad, he flicked a last glance at the house.  If Cassidy Jones hadn’t done it, who had?  Had the killer still been inside when Beau arrived?  How had he escaped?  What was his motive?

The ambulance roared down the road, sirens wailing, blowing through intersections, weaving in and out between cars, careening around corners.  All the way to the hospital Beau held his father’s hand.  It was the closest he had ever felt to his dad.

The ambulance turned again and Pleasant Hill Memorial loomed ahead.  The vehicle slammed to a stop in front of the emergency entrance and the back doors banged open.

After what seemed an eternity but was only a very few minutes, Beau’s father, Stewart Beaumont Reese, was pronounced Dead On Arrival.

Beau’s throat closed up.  There were times as a boy he had wished his father dead, but that had been years ago.

Now his dad was gone and Beau wanted answers.  He vowed whatever it took, for no matter how long, he wouldn’t stop until he found the man who had murdered his father.

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Mystical Musings By Cass Donovan




Clairvoyant and Present Danger by Lena Gregory. Part of A Bay Island Psychic Mystery Series. Category: Cozy Mysteries. Mass Market Paperback. Feb 06, 2018 | 293 Pages

I’m Cass Donovan, and I own Mystical Musings, a psychic shop on Bay Island, a small island between the north and south forks of Long Island, New York. Though Bay Island is booming during the summer months, when tourists flock to the island beaches, climb to the tops of the lighthouses, and meander through the shops along the boardwalk, business tends to slow down come fall and doesn’t start to pick up again until spring. During the winter, the island is downright deserted, except for the locals. That being the case, I can’t only cater to the tourists.

Most of my business involves doing readings, both individual and group. My group readings have become so popular, among locals and tourists, I’ve decided to finish a room upstairs to allow room for more tables. But not everyone on Bay Island is receptive to interacting with the dearly departed, so I also stock a large inventory of crystals, essential oils, and even some small souvenirs.

My best-selling souvenirs, though, are the ones I make myself, and they cost almost nothing to make. They are easy enough that anyone can make them, and yet, sometimes I can’t keep up with the demand. I don’t often reveal my secrets—it certainly wouldn’t help my business for people to realize they could easily create beautiful centerpieces on their own—but I’ll make an exception today.

Mystical Musings sits on one end of the boardwalk. The front of the shop faces the boardwalk, while the back faces the beach, offering a gorgeous view of the bay and the lighthouse from the wide, wrap-around porch. My house is a fairly short walk down the beach from the shop, which is perfect.

I often grab a bucket and walk along the beach from home to the shop. I collect anything I find that catches my interest; beach glass, seashells, small rocks, twigs, beach grass, driftwood, even a length of old fishing net. Once in a while, I make a trip over to Long Island and hit up the antique shops, or even the dollar stores, and pick up glass containers, mason jars, and small candles.

Then I sift through whatever interesting things I found on the beach and sort them into jars. Some jars get candles in the center—of course, I’m careful not to put anything flammable in those. Others get beach grass or twigs sticking out the top. If the jars have no fun decorations on them, I often tie a ribbon or a leather cord around them. I sometimes arrange a small bit of fishing net on the table beneath the jars, set out a few strategically placed pieces of driftwood, and that’s it. You have a beautiful centerpiece at very little cost that takes minutes to make.

I often place them on the tables during my group readings and almost always sell out afterward. If you decide to give it a try, be sure to post pictures. I’d love to see what you come up with!

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Book Review: Pea Body


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Book Review – Pea Body

By Ellen Behrens

A Rollin RV Mystery

Trade paperback

289 pages

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While bird watching at Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge on the outer banks of North Carolina, Betty and Walt Rollin make a gruesome discovery: they find a body of a young woman. After being questioned by a volunteer wildlife specialist and two officers from the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Services, they realize they know the woman. She recently gave them a kiteboarding lesson.

Soon after they are involved in a road rage incident because they are driving their RV slowly. When they turn off the road into a restaurant parking lot, they continue to be harassed by the truck driver. He barely lets them out of their vehicle. On top of that, he files a report against them. The fulltime RVers learn from Sargent Murphy that witnesses observed the whole thing. That they weren’t in the wrong.

Unable to walk away from the young woman’s tragic death without answers, Betty and Walt conduct their own investigation. They start by questioning her business partner and taking a closer look at what’s really going on in the area. Tourism clearly has dropped, which has lead property values to lower, as well. According Betty’s intuition, something is happening and it might not be linked to the protection of wildlife.

What I love about the book is the laid-back nature of the writing. You feel as if you’re accompanying Betty and Walt on their trip, seeing their temporary neighbors and experiencing their lives as full-time RV owners. I’ve got to believe Ellen modeled Betty and Walt after her and her husband as they have lived this lifestyle since 2009. Even though I wanted to know why such an energetic, motivated and free-spirited woman was killed, I was just as interested in learning about why their neighbors were unable to move out of the campground and on with their lives. Ellen wove in a number of suspects so you didn’t know who the killer was until the end. Was there anything I didn’t like? No. Maintaining the RV’s bathroom kind of grossed me out, though, but somebody has to do it. I’ll be reviewing “Yuma Baby” very soon.

Four out of five RVs

Denise Fleischer

January 28, 2018


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Have you read: “I See You” by Clare Mackintosh?


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(Clare Mackintosh, Berkley Publishing Group, hardcover $26.00 & paperback Nov. 7, 2017)

From the author of the international and New York Times bestseller I Let You Go comes the psychological thriller Ruth Ware called a “deliciously creepy tale of urban paranoia.”
It all starts during her commute home one night. Zoe Walker glances through her local paper and sees her own face staring back at her in a classified ad. With the grainy photo is a phone number and a listing for a website called

In the following days, she sees other women in the same ad, a different one every day, and nearly all of them show up in the newspapers as victims of increasingly violent crimes—including murder.

With the help of a determined cop, Zoe uncovers the ad’s twisted purpose…And suddenly, the man on the train sitting across the car—the one smiling at Zoe—could be more than just a friendly stranger. He could be someone who has deliberately chosen her and is ready to make his next move.


Praise for “I See You”

“Wonderfully sinister. Had me looking over my shoulder every time I traveled on the tube.”—Fiona Barton, New York Times bestselling author of The Widow

“A brilliant second novel by one of Britain’s most exciting newcomers.”—Jeffrey Archer

“Accomplished, addictive, and thought-provoking.”—B. A. Paris, author of Behind Closed Doors

“An intense psychological thriller that I inhaled with my heart in my mouth…Unsettling and claustrophobic read. Truly shuddersome.”—Mary Kubica, New York Times bestselling author of The Good Girl

“Mind-bending…[This novel] makes you reevaluate every step you take, and you will see the world in a different light. And that is genius.”—Alexandra Burt, author of The Good Daughter

“Mackintosh scripts a hair-raising ride.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“[A] well-crafted blend of calculated malevolence, cunning plot twists, and redemption that will appeal to fans of Sophie Hannah, Ruth Rendell, and Ruth Ware.”—Booklist (starred review)

“[Mackintosh’s] meticulous detail to investigative accuracy and talent in weaving a thrilling tale set her work apart from others in the field.”—Kirkus Reviews

Blog Tour – Beyond Danger by Kat Martin


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 Surviving Danger

 As a writer, Im always looking for new story ideas.  I often find that past experiences can be a great help.  Have you ever survived a dangerous situation?  How did you do it?

When I was first learning to snow ski, I got caught after dark on top of Stowe Mountain in Vermont.  It’s a huge ski area.  It was my first day on skis and somehow I got separated from my friends.  I wound up on a black diamond run and of course I started falling–throwing myself down in the snow was the only way I knew how to stop! 

Image 1-16-18 at 8.08 PMBy the time I got half way down the mountain, the ski lifts had all stopped running and it was dark and freezing cold.  I tried taking off my skis and walking, but the snow was deep and it was even harder than trying to ski.  I knew I was in big trouble.  

Maybe the reason I started writing Romantic Suspense had something to do with that day.  Just when I was ready to give up and just wait for whatever was going to happen to happen, a guy came skiing down the hill out of nowhere.  

Instead of skiing on by, he swished to a stop right next to me.  He must have realized I was in trouble and if I didn’t get down the mountain, I could die in the subzero weather that night.  The guy–my hero–helped me get up and start “skiing” back down the mountain.  He showed me how to snow plow, helped me turn and never left me, no matter how many times I fell.  

It took hours to get off that mountain.  We wound up in an empty parking lot, where his car was parked, and he drove me back to the main lodge where my friends were waiting.  I never saw him again, but I’ve never forgotten him.  There is a chance he might have saved my life that night.    

So I guess there really are heroes out there in the real world.  At least I believe that.  Beau Reese, the hero in BEYOND DANGER, is that kind of guy.  

Mega-richblack-haired, and blue-eyed, Beau was a highly successful race car driver before he left the circuit, sort of a Texas Paul Newman.  Beau loves fast cars and fast women, but under it all he’s a one-woman man and Cassidy Jones is just the right woman for him.

Unfortunately, Beau is wanted for murder.

The good news is, Cassidy is a detective.  Shes convinced of Beau’s innocence and determined to prove it.

I hope you’ll watch for BEYOND DANGER, and in June, you’ll look for BEYOND CONTROL, Josh Cain’s story.  If you haven’t read BEYOND REASON, I hope you’ll give it a try.

Till next time, all best and happy reading, Kat



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Guest Blog Post – First Suspend, Then Fun




By Laura Bradford

Author of Dial M For Mousse, an Emergency Dessert Squad Mystery

When you write a cozy mystery you have certain aspects you must adhere to, not the least of which is the whole small-town/amateur sleuth backdrop. In and of itself, basing a story in a small town provides lots of background fodder—gossip, connections, fights, secrets, etc.  But when it comes to the mystery component and the fact that murder must happen in this small town again and again (and again), you need your readers to be willing to suspend reality to an extent. Still, just as they need to accept the fact that ten murders have happened in quaint little Nowheresville, Ohio in as many (or less) years, you, as the writer, must make your sleuth’s reason for getting involved believable. Because really, why is the average-Joe bookseller going to keep putting herself in harm’s way to solve yet another murder?

It’s that challenge that I find particularly fun about writing a cozy mystery. I like seeing how the main murder plot can draw my main character toward it, rather than away from it like most normal people would go.

Just by the very nature of my Emergency Dessert Squad Mysteries, my main character, Winnie Johnson, is on the go—delivering her emergency themed desserts to college dorm rooms, businesses, personal residences, and even local politicians. So the potential for her to stumble across something out of the ordinary is higher than, say, a bookseller who stays in one place. But even if she comes across a body, there has to be a reason she’d want to get involved rather than just go home, detox with a hunk of chocolate, and let the local cops do their job.

In Éclair and Present Danger, the debut book in the series, grief propels Winnie to get involved when her elderly neighbor is murdered.

In The Silence of the Flans, book #2 in the series, desperation propels Winnie to get involved when the victim dies while eating one of her desserts.

And in Dial M for Mousse, the latest book in the series, anger propels Winnie to get involved when a routine delivery is manipulated into an alibi for murder.

So while it may be hard to fathom stumbling across dead bodies on a routine basis, everyone, on some level, knows grief…and desperation…and anger. And as long as we can identify on some level, suspending reality for our small town backdrop isn’t all that difficult. In fact, it’s actually kind of fun…


Dial M for Mousse, book # 3 in the Emergency Dessert Squad Mysteries by Laura Bradford, is now available wherever you buy your cozy mysteries. It’s available in both mass market paperback and E-book.


Laura is the national bestselling author of several mystery series, including the Emergency Dessert Squad Mysteries, the Amish Mysteries, and the brand new Tobi Tobias Mysteries. Her first women’s fiction novel, Portrait of a Sister, will release in June 2018. When she’s not writing, Laura enjoys making memories with her family, baking, and being an advocate for those living with Multiple Sclerosis.

To learn more, visit her website:, or hang out with her on Facebook at: She can also be found occasionally tweeting at: @Bradfordauthor.