When the writing bug first hit me, I was
infected with a romance strain. Romance and romantic suspense plots flew from
my fingers into my computer. Some even won awards and were eventually
published. However, I found myself chafing at the confines of the genre because
I was far more interested in plot driven stories than the heat between the hero
and heroine.
This led me to try my hand at what was then
called chick lit. Today that genre designation is the kiss of death in the
publishing world, but authors are still writing it, and readers are still
buying it. We just call it women’s fiction now, or in my case, humorous women’s
fiction, because I discovered I have a knack for writing funny. Who knew? I’m
the girl who can never remember the punch line to any joke!
Then one day my agent was talking to an editor
who was looking for a new crafting mystery series. Way back before I ever
started writing, I earned a living as a designer of craft and needlework
projects for magazines, book publishers, and kit manufacturers. My agent knew
this. So she called one day and suggested I try my hand at writing an amateur
sleuth mystery.
I have no idea why I never thought of this
myself. Not only am I a TV crime-show junkie, crime-solving is in my DNA. As
the Chief Detective of Essex County, my grandfather was responsible for
bringing down many New Jersey mobsters back in his day.
My agent’s suggestion sparked the birth of Assault With a Deadly Glue Gun, the
first of the Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mysteries, a humorous amateur sleuth
series. There are now four novels in the series and three novelettes.
Anastasia will be back in a fifth novel later
this year, but I’ve also begun a new series. Definitely Dead is the first book in my Empty Nest Mystery series.
This series pays homage to Dashell Hammet’s “Thin Man” movies but with a modern
spin on the Nick and Nora Charles characters.
Blurb for Definitely Dead
When her career is outsourced to Asia,
fledgling romance author and empty-nester Gracie Elliott wants a job that will
allow her time to write. So she opens Relatively Speaking, becoming a wing
woman to the senior set. Since her clients need several hours each morning to
find their teeth, lube their creaky joints, and deal with lower GI necessities,
and they always turn in after the early bird specials, she has plenty of time
to pen her future bestsellers.
Gracie deliberately avoids mentioning
her new business venture to husband Blake until after she signs her first
client. Blake joins the company as a not-so-silent partner, tagging along to
make sure Gracie doesn’t cause a septuagenarian uprising. When Client #13 is
found murdered in the parking lot behind the Moose Lodge, Gracie knows, no
matter how much Blake protests otherwise, she can’t wait around for the police
to find the killer if she wants to save her livelihood.
Excerpt:
“Is
he dead?” As I forced the words out around the hand I’d firmly clamped over my
mouth to stifle a gag reflex, I inched away from the body sprawled at my feet.
The blood pooling beneath Client Number Thirteen, one Mr. Sidney Mandelbaum,
followed me, creeping along the asphalt like some B-movie sinister slime out to
get me. Euw! I jumped to my left to
avoid contact.
Blake
crouched into a catcher’s position, felt for a pulse, and nodded. “Definitely
dead.”
I
backed up another step. “You’re sure?”
“Bashed-in
skull. Knife sticking out of his heart.” He turned his head and spoke to me
over his shoulder. I noticed his skin had taken on a slightly green tinge, but
maybe that was a trick of the halogen lights that had switched on to illuminate
the twilight-bathed parking lot. Or maybe it was a reflection of my own
queasiness. “Yeah, Gracie, I’m sure.”
Green
tinge not withstanding, both Blake’s eyes and the quirky slant of his mouth
conveyed The Look, the one he saves
exclusively for me. And just so there wasn’t any doubt in my mind, The Voice accompanied The Look.
When
I met Blake, he was researching early Fifties television. Although he won’t
admit it, I suspect he was first attracted to me because I reminded him of
Gracie Allen. Along with a shared name, I bore an uncanny resemblance to the
comedienne, including the eerie coincidence of having one blue eye and one
green eye. The one difference being that although we were both born dark
brunettes, the other Gracie had opted to go blonde.
Most
importantly, though, like Gracie Allen, I tend to segue into slightly
off-kilter rambling discourse that always makes sense to me but not necessarily
to anyone else. The difference? Gracie Allen was acting; I’m not.
Now,
after a quarter century of marriage, I’m still a brunette, although a slightly
weightier one, still rambling to the tune of my own off-key and off-kilter
symphony, and still Blake’s Gracie. I’m not complaining.
His
sarcasm aside, Blake Elliot is as sharp as aged Vermont cheddar. So if he said
Sidney Mandelbaum was dead, I believed him. I crept a bit closer. Keeping Blake
between Sidney and me, I peered over my husband’s broad shoulders. The
unfortunate Mr. Mandelbaum lay spread-eagle on the macadam. “Maybe we should
have skipped from Client Twelve to Client Fourteen,” I said. “Like the way
floors are numbered in hotels and office buildings.”
Blake
stood and brushed his hands together. “Thirteen certainly wasn’t Sidney’s lucky
number.”
“Or
ours. He said he was coming out for a smoke.” I pointed to the unlit cigar and
book of matches floating in the center of a blood puddle. “I’ve got a prospect
waiting to meet him.”
“Somehow
I don’t think he’s up to it, sweetheart.”
I swatted Blake’s
arm. “How can you joke at a time like this? Someone murdered one of our best
paying clients.”
Blake raised both
eyebrows. “Me joking? What about thirteen?”
“I was serious.” I
pointed to Sidney. “This proves how unlucky the number thirteen is.”
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Meet Lois:
USA Today bestselling author and award-winner Lois Winston writes mystery, romance, romantic suspense, chick lit, women’s fiction, children’s chapter books, and non-fiction under her own name and her Emma Carlyle pen name. Kirkus Reviews dubbed her critically acclaimed Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery series, “North Jersey’s more mature answer to Stephanie Plum.” In addition, Lois is an award-winning craft and needlework designer who often draws much of her source material for both her characters and plots from her experiences in the crafts industry.
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8 comments:
I can see a series on the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries channel (smile!)
As someone who has read Definitely Dead, reading this blurb still makes me smile at the surprises and thrills the reader can expect.
Lois, talk about Karma. Who in the world is a better fit for writing a craft series than you? If someone told me they wanted me to write a craft series, I would have found the idea impossible. You waded right in, then dove in without even needing a life jacket. Very cool blog today!
It's wonderful you're able to put your skills to use in more than one way! All that knowledge comes in handy, and makes your books distinctive!
I love the Nick and Nora movies and your Anastasia Pollack crafty mysteries. This is definitely going to my TBR pile. Are all your mysteries set in the same geographic location?
Well, Lois, you've definitely peaked my interest and I'm adding your name to my ever-growing list of authors-to-read. It's always fascinating to learn about the twisting roads authors have followed
Great excerpt Lois. And I agree. Could be a great movie
Hello Lois, a very interesting article. I love mystery also. All the best with your writings.
Angela and Kathye, a movie would be wonderful! I keep hoping some producer will take an interest.
Donnell and Morgan, you put a smile on my face. Thanks for your support!
Linda, both of my mystery series are set in the same town. All of my books are either set in NJ, NY, or PA. Makes research easy when you've lived in the areas you write about. ;-)
Carl, please let me know what you think when I get to the top of your TBR pile.
JoAnne, glad you enjoyed the post.
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