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A Highly Suspicious Death

~a humorous cozy mystery~

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Read chapters 1-6 of A Highly Suspicious Death!

When a man discovers a body washed up on the beach…

(And that’s how it all starts!)

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Chapter 1 ~ Devon

When Devon Despicable pushed aside the frilly curtains of his bedroom window and peered through sleep-crusted eyes at the beach below his house, he noticed a body, possibly, or most likely, dead.

The beach wasn’t exactly close—which during raging thunderstorms was a good thing or his house would have washed away years ago—but it wasn’t so far he needed binoculars.

He slipped into his velour bathrobe and proceeded down the creaky stairs straight into the kitchen. The first thing he did was make black tea with precisely three drops of juice squeezed from a fresh lemon. He put the kettle on, and when it was about to whistle he fired up his ancient computer—ancient according to today’s standards—and then pulled out a mug and placed the teabag so the string fell outside the ceramic.

The news was of special interest to him. He had advertised for an evening gala at his art gallery that occupied the back section of his house. He was tickled to death at the attention the gallery was receiving with each reveal of a Treasure Painting he managed to acquire. Tonight was no different.

He wrapped his large hands around the hot mug. After soaking in the praise and excitement over the paintings, which supposedly held clues to the rumored lost pirate treasure, his finger hesitated on the mouse.

He shouldn’t.

Every time it was mistake.

One of these times he’d have to schedule an appointment with a doctor for fear of a heart attack. He prided himself on his excellent health and hadn’t seen a doctor in years. Not even for a cough. Home remedies worked every time.

Click. He couldn’t help himself. He scoured the site and for a minute hope swelled until it didn’t. His vision blurred. His pulse escalated. He gripped the mug with such strength he was surprised cracks didn’t appear.

Another one of the stolen Treasure Paintings had been sold on the black market.

This time for close to fifty thousand dollars! Ridiculous!

Devon sipped his tea, burnt his tongue, and let out a curse. When he slammed his mug on the table, tea sloshed over the sides and soaked copies of the gala invitation. Each private sale was money stolen indirectly from his coffers. The first Treasure Painting—when he first coined the phrase—sold for a few thousand. With each painting and with his hard work and dedication, after splurging thousands on a social media webinar, the value grew.

Though he was proud his efforts were now worth fifty grand, he hated to admit that part of the media attention could be attributed directly to the thief stealing the paintings and selling them in private art circles. Collectors and treasure hunters shelled out the greenbacks and transferred funds from Swiss bank accounts.

The thief was a woman. He had a sixth sense about these things. The way Devon saw it, she owed him a lifetime’s worth of indentured servitude. This female was scum on a stagnant pond. She was the mold that formed on his fancy cheese in the fridge. She was dog vomit.

Devon had to question what kind of upbringing this woman experienced. Had she been beaten? Cast out on the street as a vagabond in her teen years? Had she failed kindergarten? Honestly, what kind of person was so lazy they preyed on the greed of others? What kind of person stole for personal gain instead of earning money through old-fashioned hard work and good, clean sweat?

People like that should receive the death sentence, the electric chair, and be publicly humiliated. Maybe a few good hits with rotten tomatoes in the town square would do the trick.

The words of Devon’s therapist, who, as of three months ago, no longer was his therapist, whispered through his mind. Stop obsessing.

Was he obsessing?

Yes, he was indeed obsessing. The fact that his tea was cold told him he’d been obsessing now for quite some time. Who could blame him? He was losing money! Visitors to the art gallery no longer wanted to pay premium prices for the Treasure Paintings or for prints of the Treasure Paintings out of fear they would be stolen.

He hunched over the table wishing his tea were at least warm enough to drink. His profits were dwindling. The stolen paintings were to blame.

Someone knocked on the back door.

Only slightly disturbed that he was in his tightie whities and velour bathrobe, he opened the door.

“Now that’s disturbing.”

Devon glared at the man standing on his step. His name was Sal Stillwater, the jack of all trades in their small but touristy oceanside town. He was a tall and thin man with a craggy face from years of working outdoors in the sun. He did not believe in sunblock and thought skin cancer was a scam, which showed in the deep lines and wrinkles even though he was just shy of fifty.

“May I help you?” Anger rippled through Devon. He prided himself on his ability to remain in control of his emotions. Nevertheless, the cold, condescending tone came across stronger than he liked.

Sal Stillwater stared back, unspoken threats gleaming in his greedy eyes, or that’s how it appeared to Devon. Sal was blackmailing Devon into giving him free Despicable Treats. Devon had once been a cupcake enthusiast and felt called to a life in the culinary field. That calling, unfortunately, had faded soon after graduation. So when Sal had corned Devon in a dark alley, demanding payment of some kind, he had jumped when Devon offered cupcakes and desserts laden with pureed vegetables like beets and squash and spinach. Though he wasn’t an honest man, Sal had a big heart and loved his niece, who refused to eat vegetables of any kind. Thus Despicable Treats was born, or so said the rickety sign above Devon’s back door.

Sal Stillwater shifted on his feet and his hands trembled. All classic signs of fear. “I need two dozen of your Monster Madness cupcakes or I’m going straight to the cops.”

Devon took a moment to size up the man before him, a desperate, needy man, on the edge. “I’ll have them ready for you this afternoon.”

“You’d better. I’ll be back.” Sal paused as if struck with a sudden thought. “Oh, and do you still want the normal delivery for this evening?”

“Yes, I would. The usual.” Devon had forgotten to order flowers for the gala, so he was thankful Sal remembered.

The men shook hands, and Sal left.

Inside the quiet of his kitchen, Devon realized he couldn’t ignore the body any longer. This dead body had no ties with Devon whatsoever. It must be another treasure hunter who didn’t know about the riptide. After all, the recent thefts had caused a resurgence of interest from the desperate and destitute.

Devon put off breakfast and climbed the creaky stairs. He dressed in nice slacks, a shirt, his usual leather jacket, and chose one of many scarves that lined his closet. He needed to look his best, because eventually, the detective would have to be called. It wasn’t like Devon could just leave the body or hide it.

That was when he peered out the window a second time. First, he noticed the bright and shiny private yacht bobbing on the cresting waves. He squelched the twinge of jealousy and could barely fathom a life where purchasing a yacht was on his to-do list.

Then his gaze shifted closer to the beach. He blinked. Then he blinked again. Impossible! He grabbed the binoculars he rarely used because he lived close enough to the beach that he only needed to squint. He peered through them, his jaw slightly dropping.

It happened again.

The body moved.

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Inspiration in a stranger and a cover reveal.

I’ve never talked much about what inspires or motivates me to spend the time writing a premise into a novel. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of premises, even in-depth outlines, even whole books written (one trilogy) that most likely will never reach readers.

Don’t we all though as writers?

Never mind all the premises and stories that never made it out of my head, and died before having the chance at life. (My deepest apologies to all those ideas and characters who maybe wanted a chance. Sorry, this isn’t a democracy.)

As you might have noticed I love mysteries. I love stories with only a hint of mystery. I love heist stories. They fascinate me. I love romantic mysteries too.

What you might not know is that I love characters who aren’t the best looking or the most confident. I love when the romantic element is messy and troublesome, where the characters have to embrace the flaws in the other person even if they never have that turning point where they’re able to overcome them.

A year or so ago I was inspired by a stranger. He wasn’t particularly good looking. He had a hawk nose. He wore an elegant scarf around his neck, along with this faux-looking leather coat. I never met him, but I had so many questions. I sensed this false arrogance that possibly covered deep insecurity. I never met him. Never talked to him.

Eventually, this man became Devon Despicable in A Highly Suspicious Death. (Releasing April 19th, 2016)

 HighlyFinalInsideA murder. Lost pirate treasure. Two amateur sleuths.

When a sea captain washes up on the beach—dead—at the worst possible time, Devon Despicable is not happy. What an inconvenience. He’s already hosting a houseguest who claims amnesia and whom he suspects is lying to spy on him—concerning the legendary lost pirate treasure.

Francesca Lovely can’t remember a thing. She woke up on the beach behind Devon’s house with nothing. Well, except for the wetsuit on her body, with a suspicious stain that looks like blood. When Devon instructs her to lie to the detective about the stain, Fran suspects Devon is hiding a lot behind his calm demeanor. And she aims to find out what.

Dodging the detective’s suspicions that one of them may be the murderer while investigating the captain’s crew, Devon and Fran work together to solve the mystery behind this highly suspicious death.

At that point in my life, and currently, I desperately needed humor. I needed to laugh. I wanted to write a comical,  somewhat unrealistic, and over-the-top kind of story. I wanted it to be a murder mystery of sorts. Maybe it was everything happening in the world, all the heartache and sadness. I couldn’t read the sad books. I couldn’t write them. Still can’t.

I pictured a fictional town on the New England seacoast. (I also love pirates and the rumors of lost pirate treasure that I hear about in New England. So I had to include that.)

So is this story a cozy mystery? Yes…sort of. It’s really a love story between two imperfect people overcoming and facing their false egos, their pasts, and their insecurities. (It’s definitely not a police procedural as there is not one element of real police work. Not really.)

I had a blast writing it. I lost myself in the story and the characters. Next week, I’ll reveal chapter one and provide a chance to win an ebook before the release date.

See you next week! (Feel free to comment on any uplifting or humorous books you’ve read of late!)

~ Laura

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What I learned writing a six-book series.

The final Holly Hart Cozy Mystery is live!

To celebrate I thought I’d share what I learned writing this series.
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1. Writing is hard work.

I’m not going to lie. It was so much fun creating and brainstorming the Holly Hart series. Writing the first book was thrilling and kept me at the edge of my chair as I learned about my characters and they became real people to me. I loved the surprises.

2. Writing in a series flows faster when you know the characters and the world.

Knowing the characters and the relationships made moving from one book to the next book easy. I didn’t need to plan out character flaws and strengths or figure out the world or the voice of the story.

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3. It’s so hard not to be distracted by new and shiny ideas.

So many ideas. I have several outlines of books and series that I might very well never write. Or I might. Sometimes I have to flesh it out in an outline before realizing if a premise is worth writing. So many of them I wanted to start writing the next day. Still do.

4. It might help to take a break and write something new.

With one book left in the series, I needed a break. Too many ideas pressing against me. Too many voices that needed to be written. Last spring, I took that break and wrote book one in a new cozy mystery series that will release this spring.

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5. Character arc is nice but after a while it’s hard to keep it feeling new.

Thank God for my editor who kept me on track when I went in a wrong direction halfway through the series. She called me on it, and I agreed with her. I went on to make major changes in the story and the next one.

6. I don’t know how people write 12 book series or longer.

Recently, I’ve discovered a fantastic cozy mystery series. The fifteenth book was recently released. Yeah, I know. Impressive. I’m not saying I would never write a long-running series, but…it would have to be the right situation and the right series.

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7 I love writing and reading mysteries, whether it’s a cozy mystery or the mystery is a subplot.

When I took a break to start another cozy mystery series, I knew I’d found a genre I’d love to keep writing. I love the mix of mystery and humor. All my ideas might not be cozy mysteries, but they will contain some sort of mystery and/or humor.

 

 

 

 

On that note, with mixed feelings, I’ve released the final Holly Hart Cozy Mystery.

But I’m very excited for the new cozy mystery series I started last year! More information will come soon!

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A #christmasfail and new releases!

I had dreams.

I envisioned the gasps and comments of my children’s friends at the cafeteria table. “Wow! What a fantastic dessert?” or “Can I have the recipe?” or “You’ve got the best mom ever!”

Well, you know what they say. Pride comes before a fall.

I mean how hard can it be to melt white chocolate chips? So with a smile, I happily broke up the Winter Oreo cookies, pretzel sticks, and joyfully added in the Christmas MnMs. All I had to do was pour the melted white chocolate over the mix. Presto–dessert! No baking necessary!

It started out fine. I put the bowl in the microwave, stirred, microwaved…etc. At first, it was working. Then I noticed that it stopped melting and was crumbling. Upon research, I later learned the term for what happened is called seizing. Basically, once you reach this point, the chocolate is ruined.

I was going to give up on melting white chocolate forever, but I will try once more. Soon. In a double boiler and see if that helps. Who know that white chocolate was so complicated?

Regardless, I hope your holiday baking has been more successful than mine!

On the publishing end, a lot has been happening in the past month or so. I have three books for you all–all at 99 cents for a short time.

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That’s all for now. There’s one last Holly Hart cozy coming. Most likely to be released late January or early February. And, soon in the New Year, I’ll have a cover and blurb for a new humorous cozy mystery series. (That’s all I can say for now.)

Have a Merry Christmas and a happy holiday!! Share any news or traumatic holiday cooking you may need to share! Or lie so I’ll feel better. :)

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