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I’m writing another Melanie Hart Cozy Mystery. I’ve also decided to publish this book here as it is written. Feel free to share your thoughts on the story, thank you.
Melanie Hart usually writes up these adventures. She’s a reporter, and she does a righteous job of it. No complaints there. But I told her that this is my story, and I intended to tell it my way.
To which Melanie replied, “Go ahead. Knock yourself out.”
Reporters can be so touchy about little things like bylines, but Melanie is a decent sort. I don’t think I ticked her off too much.
I’m Ginger Black, by the way, the owner/operator of the Cut & Curl in Cloverton, a tiny town nestled along the western edge of Illinois. It’s an area that once lacked four-lane highways and was dubbed Forgottonia. Fortunately a four-lane highway now reaches us, and the name Forgottonia has been scrapped. In my view that’s a good thing, Nothing kills business like negativity.
In addition to being one of the town’s wildly successful business owners, I’m also a player in Melanie’s forays into the criminal world. We’ve tracked down two killers so far, and if I have my way, we’re about to take on our third.
But I digress.
My story begins about a week ago when I was driving home from the shop. I’d stayed late to fill in for an employee who needed the night off. After the shop closed, I tacked another hour on to catch up with the books.
So when I stepped out of the shop a little after ten, the street was dark with just a sliver of a moon showing overhead. Stars twinkled, but they provided little useable light. Also the temperature by then had drifted into the low 30s and was expected to keep falling. Decaying leaves blown by a biting north wind skittered across my path. I shivered, pulled my coat collar up, and took off for my car.
All I wanted was to get home to my comfy bed. I had started my day before sunrise. Now my feet hurt, my brain was dizzy from balancing receipts, and a headache was threatening to polish off my night. Continue reading “Free Read: Ginger’s Revenge, Chapter 1”
A Rainy Day Murder is racing toward a conclusion.
In this book, Hetty Fox is off to Chicago to visit an old friend. It’s a holiday she’s been anticipating for some time, but little goes to plan. Andrew fails to follow orders. Blackie refuses to play nice with the kids. And a corpse, no matter where it’s found, almost never improves an outing.
Meanwhile, feeling a bit out of her element in the big city, Hetty doubts she’ll be able to help police solve this crime. After all hunting a murderer in Chicago is hardly like following clues and gossip in a small town. But when police turn their attention to the victim’s grown children, Hetty feels compelled to try to sort out the killing, which leads her to one of the biggest challenges of her detecting life.
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I’m currently hard at work on my third Hetty Fox cozy mystery. This is the first chapter in that effort. Any and all feedback is welcome.
“You weren’t supposed to come.” I kept my voice down and swept a nervous eye across the people walking beside me. Approaching my mid-sixties, I didn’t want anyone thinking I was babbling to myself—not even the nameless strangers proceeding down the Amtrak platform with me.
The source of my angst drifted along beside me. He claimed he was the ghost of my college sweetheart, Andrew Peters. Part of me suspected he was simply proof of my decaying mind.
Andrew grinned. “Hetty, you know I’m real and that you’d be lost without me.”
I gritted my teeth. “So you say.”
At least I wasn’t being haunted by an unfamiliar ghost. This one had the same dark eyes, dark hair, and killer smile as Andrew. On the other hand, during those lost years, I had developed gray hair, wrinkled skin, and fallen arches.
“You still look beautiful to me,” Andrew said.
That he knew my innermost thoughts only confirmed my suspicions. I wasn’t sure why or how, but I’d invented him, an imaginary friend to accompany me through my golden years.
The first review of my latest mystery, As the Crowe Dies, has been posted at Amazon. It’s a 4-star, and I am thrilled. A good review makes the work that goes into writing a novel so worth it.
Read the review from Lisa reviewer at Haven’t Got a Clue here.