Saturday, April 5, 2014

Friday, April 4, 2014

The Whole Cat and Caboodle by Sofie Ryan: Guest Post/Review/Giveaway

The Whole Cat and Caboodle (Second Chance Cat Mystery Series #1)

Finding My Tribe by Sofie Ryan

Writers live, much of the time, in a make-believe place with people who don’t exist outside of our heads and our computers. We create entire worlds. We make passion simmer and rage ignite. And the real people in our lives shake their heads and wonder sometimes if we’re deluded. Or maybe delusional.

Which is why, once again, I’m looking at a brochure for a writing workshop, the chance to spend a weekend surrounded by a community who will think it’s perfectly normal to walk around talking out loud about imaginary people. Or occasionally to them. No one will ask why I don’t write something like Fifty Shades of Gray or team up with James Patterson. No one will laugh when I confess I’ve started writing poetry again. Reading the workshop agenda, I’m reminded of another workshop years ago, when I sat with a group of writers and heard poet and novelist Sue Goyette say, “We are your tribe. We understand.”

I’ve found my tribe many times in the years since that workshop, in person and on-line. I’ve found others who get giddy over a surprise plot twist or a well-crafted paragraph. We throw ideas at one another, stories growing out of a few words from one person, a few from someone else. “Send me your address, I found that poem we were talking about yesterday,” someone emails. “Can I borrow your book about poisons?” someone else asks. No one ever complains, “Mom, we have no toilet paper again.”

Writers write and when we aren’t writing some part of us is always watching, always plotting, no matter what’s happening to us or around us. No matter how sad, how silly, or how bizarre, a little voice in our heads is thinking, How can I use this? We are crows. We see shiny pieces of other people’s lives and we reach for them. In our real lives we hear, “Don’t put this in a book.” In a workshop a dozen people urge, “You have to write about this.” 

This is my tribe. People who sit too long at stop signs searching for the right words to describe a sliver of crescent moon that seems to be teetering on a roof edge. People who fall on a patch of sidewalk ice and ask the paramedic for a pencil and a piece of paper to scribble down the sensations. 

Still, if I go to that workshop, the real world will go on. Dust bunnies will meet, court and make babies under the beds. Enough crumbs will congregate under the kitchen table to make a sandwich. And after a few days I’ll be ready to return to the real world, to hunt down the dust bunnies and sweep up the crumbs, because I’ve been reminded, once again that I am part of the tribe. And I’ll bring that sense of community and encouragement back to the real world. Because the real world is, after all, where the stories begin. Stories about love, hate, despair and what really happened to a dozen double rolls of toilet paper.

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Blurb: Sarah Grayson is the happy proprietor of Second Chance, a charming shop in the oceanfront town of North Harbor, Maine. At the shop, she sells used items that she has lovingly refurbished and repurposed. But her favorite pet project so far has been adopting a stray cat she names Elvis.

Elvis has seen nine lives—and then some. The big black cat with a scar across his nose turned up at a local bar when the band was playing the King of Rock and Roll’s music and hopped in Sarah’s truck. Since then, he’s been her constant companion and the furry favorite of everyone who comes into the store.

But when Sarah’s elderly friend Maddie is found with the body of a dead man in her garden, the kindly old lady becomes the prime suspect in the murder. Even Sarah’s old high school flame, investigator Nick Elliot, seems convinced that Maddie was up to no good. So it’s up to Sarah and Elvis to clear her friend’s name and make sure the real murderer doesn’t get a second chance.

Mochas, Mysteries and Meows Review: Elvis the cat stole Sarah Grayson's heart the day he made himself at home in her pickup truck outside the local bar where he received his name, and he immediately stole mine as well. Author Sofie Ryan, who also writes the bestselling Magical Cats Mysteries as Sofie Kelly, has another winner on her hands.

Sarah owns Second Chance, a secondhand/repurposing shop in North Harbor, Maine. Little does she know that a con man, Arthur Fenety, is courting her elderly friend Maddie. When his coffee is poisoned with pesticide in Maddie's garden, she becomes the main suspect. Sarah and a group of senior citizens who think they're Charlie's Angels join forces to prove that their dear friend is innocent.

This book is a whodunit up until the very end, and the friendship between Sarah and the elderly ladies warmed my heart. Elvis is a feline charmer and the way he assists Sarah in her investigation is quirky and unique. Sarah is a fantastic new character who has a perpetually empty fridge, but her go-to dinner, a scrambled egg and tomato sandwich, is something I absolutely have to try!

If you love cats and cozies, run, don't walk to your nearest bookstore or e-reader.

Giveaway: Leave a comment (don't forget your email address!) by noon eastern on Wednesday, April 9th for the chance to win a copy of The Whole Cat and Caboodle.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Blackwoods Farm Enquiry by Ann Purser: Guest Author/Giveaway

The Blackwoods Farm Enquiry (Ivy Beasley Series #5)

“Roy! Listen to this! You know that woman who said she would help me with my memoirs? Ann Purser was her name, I am sure. Well, believe it or not, she has written several books about us.”

“Us?” said Roy. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, look here in the computer. I got here by accident, and here it is. A blog, whatever that means. And here, look! She says she`s also written a lot of books about Lois Meade! Wasn`t she that woman who lived over in Long Farnden and had something to do with me when I lived in Round Ringford? Lois Meade. And had a daughter who ran the village shop. Well, if you ask me, I would say that`s a real cheek. What shall we do about it?”

Roy sighed. He was very happily enjoying married life with Ivy Beasley, and could do without a court case for plagiarism or similar.   

“Ivy, dear. I expect it is a mistake, so I shouldn`t worry about it. We have quite enough to do investigating our next assignment.”

“Well, there`s a lot here about Ann Purser, because she`s apparently written a book about that murder up at Blackwoods Farm. It took quite a bit of solving that one. It`d be interesting to know what she thinks of it. I suppose this stuff here is what they call a plug? Obviously one who likes the limelight, is Ann Purser. I shall write to her, Roy, and give her a piece of my mind. I might also get in touch with Lois Meade, and see if she feels the same as me.”

“Let me look. Oh, yes, there`s a photo of her, peeling a lemon or an onion, or some such. She looks quite nice and smiley, Ivy. Why don`t we write to her and make a contact? She could send us a blog or a pig in a fog.”

“Roy dear, you`re a poet and don`t know it! Oh, and here`s something about her first series. Not crime at all, but village stories. Village called Round Ringford. Hey! That’s where I used to live! Born and bred there. I let Deirdre persuade me to come and settle here in Suffolk.”

“Just think, Ivy, if it hadn`t been for lovely Deirdre, we might never have met, nor set up an enquiry agency called Enquire Within. And now we are a foursome, with Augustus Halfhide.

Goodness, how the time has flown since I met you, beloved! Many a murder or crime we have solved, with the occasional help from Inspector Frobisher.

“Well, I can hear our gaoler banging the gong for tea.”

“But Ivy, listen to this. She says the one person who has appeared in all three series is …. Miss Ivy Beasley. We must send her a message telling her you are now Mrs Ivy Goodman. I think she might possibly be interested to hear that we crept off and got married in a registry office. No fuss, no expense, but a night of torrid rumpy pumpy in a hotel.”

“Supposing she has other ideas?”

“We`ll refuse to appear in any more Ivy Beasley mysteries, that`s what.”

“I suppose we had better look up her website. Here, write it down: annpurser@btinternet.com

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Blurb: Retiree Ivy Beasley, a college student? Interested in penning her memoirs, Ivy decides to take a creative writing course. But it’s hard to find time to put pen to paper when this current chapter is so full of lies, jealousy and murder….

Rumors are flying around the village of Barrington about Mrs. Winchen Blatch, a reclusive widow living alone in her old farmhouse. In the past few weeks, the widow claims she has been tormented by ghostly visitations, so she hires Ivy and her fellow investigators at Enquire Within to get to the bottom of the mystery. Ivy’s new classes are very close to the widow’s farmhouse, perfect for combining studying and snooping….

With each new clue—a dark chamber, a smoking cigar and an amorous lodger—it becomes harder to separate fact from fiction. And when the ghost is revealed to be flesh and blood, the lonely widow may be in more trouble than Ivy and her team can handle….

Giveaway: Leave a comment (don't forget your email address!) by noon eastern on Wednesday, April 9th for a chance to win a copy of The Blackwoods Farm Enquiry. US entries only please.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

A Killing Notion by Melissa Bourbon: Guest Author/Giveaway

A Killing Notion (Magical Dressmaking Mystery Series #5)

Thinking about murder is part of my job. Kind of a crazy part, but also an important part. Because when you write murder mysteries, murder is, well, at the center of everything.

I spent some time reflecting on all the ways I’ve made people die in the books I’ve written. Here’s a rundown:

The Lola Cruz Mystery series

Living the Vida Lola: poison (I can’t be more specific since it would give too much away. It’s clever, though!)
Hasta la Vista Lola: Hit and Run
Bare-Naked Lola: Poison (totally different than the first and equally clever, if I do say so myself ;)

A Magical Dressmaking Mystery series

Pleating for Mercy: Strangling
A Fitting End: Stabbing
Deadly Patterns: A fall from a widow’s walk
A Custom-Fit Crime: Poison (yet a third way!)
A Killing Notion: Car accident

What I discovered is that, even though each situation was different, I’m heavy on the poison! Coming up with creative ways to kill people is more challenging than it might seem. I’m can’t say I’m nixing poison from my murder vocabulary, but my goal as I continue with the next several Magical Dressmaking mysteries is to be even more clever with the murder scenarios. Have to keep things interesting!

I’m curious, what’s the most creative or clever murder situation you've read about in a cozy mystery?

I’m so excited to share Harlow’s continued journey in Bliss, Texas.  You don’t have to love sewing in order to be spellbound by the series.  If you’re familiar with A Magical Dressmaking mystery series, I hope you love A Killing Notion, and if the series is new to you, welcome! I hope you enjoy!

~ Melissa

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Blurb:  Harlow Jane Cassidy is swamped with homecoming couture requests. If only she didn’t have to help solve a murder, she might get the gowns off the dress forms....  

Harlow is doing everything she can to expand her dressmaking business, Buttons & Bows—without letting clients know about her secret charm. When she has a chance to create homecoming dresses with a local charity and handmade mums for several high school girls—including Gracie, whose father, Will, has mended Harlow’s heart—she is ready to use her magical talents for a great cause.

But when Gracie’s date for the dance is accused of murder, Harlow knows things won’t be back on course until she helps Gracie clear the football player’s name. If Harlow can’t patch up this mess before the big game, her business and her love life might be permanently benched.

Bio: Melissa Bourbon, who sometimes answers to her Latina-by-marriage name Misa Ramirez, gave up teaching middle and high school kids in Northern California to write full-time amidst horses and Longhorns in North Texas. She fantasizes about spending summers writing in quaint, cozy locales, has a love/hate relationship with yoga and chocolate, is devoted to her family, and can’t believe she’s lucky enough to be living the life of her dreams.

She is the Executive Publicity Director with Entangled Publishing, is the author of the Lola Cruz Mystery series with St. Martin’s Minotaur and Entangled Publishing, and A Magical Dressmaking Mystery series with NAL. She also has written two romantic suspense novels, a light paranormal romance, and is the co-author of The Tricked-out Toolbox, a practical marketing and publicity guide for authors.

Giveaway: Back to Melissa's question, what’s the most creative or clever murder situation you've read about in a cozy mystery? Tell us by noon eastern on Monday, April 7th for a chance to win a copy of A Killing Notion. US entries only please.

Truffles & Tardar Sauce

Sometimes I wonder if Truffles is all that thrilled with my love for Grumpy Cat. I'm collecting every piece of memorabilia I can find with her adorable, grumpy little face on it and I think Truffles may be getting jealous. She recently asked if she could create her very first meme to celebrate Grumpy Cat's 2nd birthday this Friday, April 4th. What do you think?


Have you seen the video that Friskies released for her birthday? I love it. Truffles hates it. (Although I think if I can find a bag of Party Mix with GC 's face on it all will be forgiven.)

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Roux of Revenge by Connie Archer: Guest Author/Review


The Salem Witch Trials

The soup lover’s mystery series is set in the imaginary village of Snowflake, Vermont.  There is murder there – and revenge and betrayal and greed and all the human passions that lead to crime, but Snowflake is not haunted, even though New England may be. 

I find it impossible to think of a New England village and not remember Shirley Jackson, a writer, a mother, a master of the unreal, a professor’s wife and a self-confessed witch.  Jackson’s short story The Lottery catapulted her to fame and well-earned respect.  A native Californian, she spent much of her life in rural Vermont, before settling there permanently in her last years.  She once stated that New England inspired her to write horror.  I understood what she meant.  New England is a haunted place.  Do the ghosts of Indian Wars or the spirits of the Revolution roam the countryside?  I don’t know, but if you’ve ever read The Lottery – let me amend that – if you haven’t read The Lottery, you must, because then you can understand something terribly evil in human nature.  You can understand the Salem Witch Trials.  Not fiction – they really happened. 

Read on . . .

The world that early New England colonists inhabited was a world in which scientific thought was unknown, a world in which the unseen was as real as the physical.  When disaster struck, animals sickened, and children died for no apparent reason, an evil spirit, a demon was at work. 



It all began in the household of the Reverend Samuel Parris.  His daughter, Elizabeth, fourteen years old at the time, and his niece, Abigail Williams, began to suffer from fits and seizures, claiming that witches were torturing and tormenting them, witches who lived among them.  It was quickly decided the girls were under an “evil hand.”  Gossip spread from farm to farm and village to village until other young girls began to display the same symptoms.


Ultimately, legal charges of witchcraft were brought against (at least) 144 people, 38 of them men.  All were jailed for many months.  Fourteen women and five men were hung.  One man was pressed to death with heavy stones and four others and several infants died during the long months of captivity.


What caused the madness that swept through Salem Village and Essex County in the winter of 1692?


Many theories have been advanced – that the accusers were suffering from ergot poisoning due to a wet winter which had infected the grain, that the livestock was diseased, that the girls were angry adolescents faking their fits, or that they suffered from encephalitis. 

Mary Beth Norton, in her book, In the Devil’s Snare, has advanced an alternate theory – these young women, the judges and the community as a whole, were displaying symptoms of a post-traumatic stress disorder directly related to the brutal Indian Wars and massacres in the Maine settlements.  Most of the young women who were later to become accusers in Salem Village were all refugees of these wars.  Often destitute and orphaned, they were indentured as servants to strangers or relatives. 

What is undeniable is that the women of the time, no matter their age, occupied the lowest rungs of the social order.  Yet during the months of the witchcraft crisis, these young female accusers, overlooked, tolerated and mostly ignored, were now the center of attention.  And their claims were taken seriously!


From January of 1692 through May of 1693, a period of approximately seventeen months, mass hysteria took hold of Salem Village (now Danvers, Massachusetts).  Many of the accused fit the stereotype of the “witch,” quarrelsome older women, some with dubious reputations.  Many others who were closely related to these women -- husbands, sisters, daughters, mothers and sons -- were all vulnerable to being charged with witchcraft and consorting with the devil.  In addition to the accused women, a large number of men, influential citizens and children under the age of twelve were also accused.  The concept of a child as a witch did not contradict Puritan belief.  A witch was defined as one who had made a covenant with the devil, and since children were easily influenced, they were considered easy targets of the demon.



Sarah Osborne became one of the first three victims to be accused of witchcraft in Salem Village in February of 1692.  A widow, she was required by her husband’s will to carry over their estate to their two young sons.  Sarah, however, attempted to take possession of the property for herself and her new husband.  She ignored the recriminations of her neighbors and consequently was accused of witchcraft.  She died in prison on May 10, 1692.


Mary (Towne) Easty was accused by Mercy Lewis.  Since Mary’s sister Rebecca had been found guilty of witchcraft, it was assumed that Mary must also be a witch.  The Towne sisters, Mary, Rebecca and Sarah were residents of Topsfield, not of Salem Town or Village.  For fifty years, the boundaries of Salem had expanded northward.  Land had become scarce and bitter arguments had broken out between the residents of both towns.  Rebecca’s family was at odds with the Putnams of Salem Village over land.  The three Towne sisters, daughters and wives of Topsfield men, were accused of witchcraft by the Putnam women. 

Mary, denying her guilt, was imprisoned.  At first, because of pressure from the community, all of the accusers, except Mercy Lewis, recanted their accusations.  Mary was released from jail, but after her release, Mercy Lewis again fell into violent fits.  Mercy claimed that Mary was tormenting her spectrally and would kill her.  Mercy’s fits did not cease until Mary was returned to prison in irons. 

While in jail awaiting trial, Mary prepared petitions in which she asked for a fair trial – to plead her own cause and be allowed counsel.  She requested that others be allowed to testify regarding her good character.  Unfortunately for Mary, her petition did not change the outcome of her trial.  She was condemned to hang and went to the gallows on September 22, 1692. 

Mercy Lewis, Mary’s accuser, was born in Falmouth, Maine.  An Indian attack on September 30, 1689 killed both her parents.  At the age of fourteen, the orphaned Mercy became a servant in the household of the Reverend George Burroughs.  Mercy played a crucial role in the trials in which twenty people were executed including her former master.  Mercy, however, enjoyed a far kinder fate.  After the trials, she moved to Boston where she gave birth to a son and later married. 

Captain John Alden was a member of the Boston elite.  On May 28, 1692, he was accused of witchcraft and imprisoned.  The following year, in April, he escaped and fled to New York where high profile witchcraft defendants were welcomed and protected.  His accusers had never met him, but his connections to Maine and the Indian Wars which orphaned several of his young female accusers most likely contributed to the charges against him.

Abigail Hobbs, another survivor of the Indian massacres in Casco, Maine, was fourteen years old when she was arrested for witchcraft in April, 1692.  Her father, William Hobbs and her stepmother Deliverance Hobbs were both also charged.

After multiple interrogations, Abigail confessed to witchcraft and then accused others.  At her trial in September, she pled guilty to afflicting Mercy Lewis and for “covenanting with the Devil.”  Abigail was scheduled for execution but was granted a reprieve in January of 1693. 

John Hathorne was chosen by the Governor of Massachusetts to judge the Salem Witch Trials.  Hathorne was a prosecutor rather than an impartial judge and operated from a presumption of guilt rather than innocence.  He encouraged confessions of witchcraft and asked the accused to name others who might be witches.  He died in Salem in 1717 and never repented his role in the trials.  He was harshly criticized by his own great-grandson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of The Scarlet Letter.  Nathaniel changed his name from Hathorne to Hawthorne to hide the connection to his ancestor. 

There are significant gaps in the record.  Historians suspect that documents were deliberately destroyed by the magistrates and judges themselves, or by their descendants, to cover up their shameful involvement in the trials. 

By May 1693, the fever ended as quickly as it had begun. 



Five years later, one judge and twenty-one jurors formally apologized for their roles in the trials.  Twenty years later, the Massachusetts government acknowledged its responsibility in what came to be viewed as unjust proceedings.


More than three hundred years later we can only contemplate with horror the ignorance and suffering of Salem Village. Sadly, we must admit that witch hunts are far from unknown in recent history, but hopefully the real history of Salem Village will stand as a reminder of the fallibility of human nature and reason. 

And it wouldn’t hurt to read The Lottery again. 

(Just a reminder – Snowflake, Vermont is not haunted!)

If you’re interested in learning more, see:  Salem Witch Trials-Documentary Archive and Transcription Project


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Connie Archer is the author of A Spoonful of Murder (http://amzn.to/1jrwKO5), A Broth of Betrayal (http://amzn.to/1kxb83c) and just released, A Roux of Revenge (http://amzn.to/1ek6vRK). 

You can visit Connie at www.conniearchermysteries.com

Facebook.com/ConnieArcherMysteries

Twitter:  @SnowflakeVT

A Roux of Revenge (Soup Lover's Mystery Series #3)

Blurb: Snowflake, Vermont, is known for its skiing in winter—and its soup all year round, thanks to Lucky Jamieson’s By the Spoonful. Autumn brings golden leaves, pumpkin rice soup, the annual Harvest Festival…and murder.

Lucky’s soup shop is busier than usual this October, with groups of itinerant travelers in town to work the Harvest Festival. One newcomer seems to take a particular interest in Lucky’s young waitress, Janie, spying on her from across the street. Is the stranger stalking Janie?

After an unidentified man is found murdered in a van by the side of the road, simmering suspicions about the travelers are brought to a boil. But when Janie is put in harm’s way, Lucky must join forces with the travelers to turn up the heat on a killer….

Mochas, Mysteries and Meows Review: Cozies set in my home state of Vermont are quite rare so that makes this series extra special to me.

In this 3rd book in the series it's Halloween in Snowflake and the Harvest Festival is keeping everyone busy. With many strangers in town one man draws attention to himself by standing outside the Spoonful and watching Lucky's young waitress Janie. Who is he and what does he want? At the same time a man is found murdered by the side of the road. When an insurance investigator comes to town inquiring about an armored truck robbery several years ago which may have involved carnival travelers, it begins to look like the events may be related.

I was very suspicious of one character here, and I was proven to be right. But besides the mystery, this book is rich in stories about relationships, from Janie, her mother Miriam, and a ghost from their past, to Lucky, her boyfriend Elias, and an unwanted intruder in their romance. New England has a rich history which is reflected in this book, and I really enjoyed that as well. I highly recommend this series to anyone who loves culinary cozies!