Tell Me No Lies Now Available For Pre-Sale

It’s getting very real! Tell Me No Lies is now up on Goodreads, Amazon, and other on-line sites. If you’d like an Advanced Reading Copy in exchange for an early review on Goodreads, drop me an email and let me know. The more reviews prior to release, the better.

If you’d like to go ahead and place your order so you’ll have a copy on release day, you can pre-order it here: Henery Press or directly at  Amazon

Busy, busy, busy…but fun, fun, fun!


It’s Here!

So here we go…the cover to Tell Me No Lies (formerly titled Nobody’s Baby) Scheduled release February 7, 2017. I don’t know about you, but I love it!


Ava Logan, single mother and small business owner, lives deep in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, where poverty and pride reign. As publisher of the town newspaper, she’s busy balancing election season stories and a rash of ginseng thieves. And then the story gets personal. After her friend is murdered, Ava digs for the truth all the while juggling her two teenage children, her friend’s orphaned toddler, and her own muddied past. Faced with threats against those closest to her, Ava must find the killer before she, or someone she loves, ends up dead.

The Challenge

Finn and I did a two-mile hike in the woods today. It rained heavy this morning so the air was still thick with moisture. The ground was soft and wet from the morning rain. Every now and then, a sprinkle of leftover drops clinging to the overhead canopy of leaves fell and dropped with a chill on my arms. 13091943_10206381397355671_2672375750528954030_n

The trail Finn and I usually walk at the river, is an easy trail. It’s short, only about a mile in and out. Considering I “sit” a lot at the computer, a few weeks ago, even a mile walk took about 40 minutes. That did include stopping and smelling the flowers, watching the geese, and visiting with a squirrel we see at the same tree every walk. Sometimes, we venture out onto the rocks. Believe me, that works muscles that haven’t been worked in a while.

Now, if we’re walking with purpose and don’t climb the rocks, we can walk it in 15 minutes. So we’ve upped the game a little. Today, we took to the woods of a nearby park and two miles and thirty minutes later, we’re officially in training.

Our goal — Birkhead Mountain in Asheboro. It’s not a difficult trail but it’s 11 miles in and out.Capture

We can do it. Not next weekend. Or the weekend after that. But by summer end, we’ll do it. I know we can.


What is your challenge? Your goal?



Attaining clarity

20160417_092254Good things are happening in my little corner of the world. I recently signed a three-book deal with Henery Press for Nobody’s Baby, the first of the Ava Logan Mystery Series. I’m revising Wink and a Nod and getting it ready to send to my agent.  I’ve got several appearances scheduled where people actually want to hear me talk about the writing process. I’m outlining book two in the Ava Logan series and hope to start writing by June 1.  I’m doing guest blog posts and am helping the Randolph Writers group with an instructional series. I could go on and on about all this, but the point of the post is taking a step back and finding “that place.”

Overwhelmed with all the stuff that needed to be done, instead of becoming hyper productive and keeping my butt in the chair 18 hours a day, I got a dog. A high energy dog. A dog that would walk to the moon and back if I was game. 20160409_191105

And an amazing thing happened. The less time I spent at the keyboard, the more productive I became. A walk along the river with Finn (the dog) can work out plot holes better than sitting and staring at the screen for hours.

When I sit down to work, I know I’ve got about an hour, maybe hour and a half before Finn will want my attention. So I spend less time scrolling through Facebook and more time actually working.

I’ve also started noticing things—like flowers and the sound of the river and the color of the sky. Things that went unnoticed before when I spent 18 hours a day staring at the computer screen.

I found my clarity outside. Have you found yours?




Goodreads Giveaway, eBook Sale, and Fun Events

Happy Anniversary, WINK OF AN EYE! Can you believe it’s been one year since the world was introduced to Gypsy Moran? Seems like he’s been a part of my life forever. Maybe he has and it was just last year I was finally able to share him <smile>

So to celebrate, we have several things going on:

  • eBook sale: St. Martin’s has graciously agreed to lower the price of all eBooks from $11.99 to $2.99 through Dec. 18 to help us celebrate. So if you’ve really wanted to read it but couldn’t swing the prices (I totally get that), here’s your chance to grab it on the cheap end.
  • Goodreads Giveaway: Two hardback copies are up for grabs at Goodreads beginning tomorrow (11/18) and ending 12/12. Go ahead and enter and if you don’t win, you still have time to grab the ebook at the discounted price. How’s that for planning?
  • On Nov. 23, I’ll be featured on Amazeballs Book Addicts blog and I’m doing an author take-over on their facebook page at 8:00PM est. I hope you’ll drop by the take-over and chat awhile, throw some questions at me and laugh awhile. There may be another giveaway involved. Just saying. Here’s the links: Author Take-Over on Facebook & Amazeballs Book Addicts Blog Spot
  • On December 15, at 10:30pm, I’ll be the sharing the spotlight at Colleen O’Felein’s Facebook release party for her new novel, Eerie. Q & A, chat, laugh, giveaway, repeat. This is going to be a blast so make plans to drop by. Here’s the link: Facebook release party / Author spotlight

And don’t forget to leave a review (on Amazon if possible) if you really liked the book, tell others you liked it, recommend it to your reading circle, and share, share, share on social media. It all helps.

Happy Birthday, Gypsy Moran! photo by Patti Phillips



Bouchercon, the Shamus, and a missing car

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Wink of an Eye in the book room, before it sold out.

I’ve been back from Bouchercon a week today. I think I’m recovered now.  It was my first big conference/convention and the one word that describes it best is overwhelming.  I could spend hours detailing my fan-girl moments with all the greats. All the thought-provoking panels and show-stealing panelist with their one-liners. Having lunch with friends and peers you see once a year. Rubbing elbows in the bar with the leaders in the industry.  Discovering the book stores in the book room no longer have Wink of an Eye isn’t because they shipped it back to the publisher, but rather because it sold out. Sold out. A good problem to have in the grand scheme of things.

But I won’t spend hours telling you all that stuff. I’ll get to the nitty gritty of what you want to know. No, Wink didn’t win the Shamus but man, is it ever in good company! I never knew so many well-known, A-list authors have lost that award. To lose in the same category as some of the names who have lost the Shamus is humbling. Made me feel like quite the somebody.

All of that—the Bouchercon experience, the Shamus Award, the stories!—take a backseat to the story you’re waiting to hear. The missing car.

Let me just throw this out there and see if you can piece together the puzzle. Like I had to do…

  • Ten parking decks located within four blocks of one another. Unfortunately, each parking deck can accommodate 4,567,823 cars. Dark blue cars.
  • Not knowing until it’s too late that leaving the parking stub/ticket from the little electronic dispenser thingy in your cup holder is not a good idea. If it had been in my purse, I would have found it. Eventually. Probably sooner than it took me to find my car.
  • All parking decks look basically the same. They’re made of concrete.
  • As writers, we invent details for the reader to visualize. We can’t actually be expected to notice such real details as a parking deck name.
  • The City of Raleigh actually has an entire department called “Parking Ambassadors” who do nothing but help people find their lost cars. The guy who helped me was super friendly. He said the weekends were their busiest time because you know, people get drunk and can’t find their cars. I wasn’t drunk. And it wasn’t the weekend.

Go ahead….piece it together. I’ll give you time. Like oh, maybe three hours to link it all together.

In honor of the Emmys

The Emmy Awards will be presented tonight. It’s my favorite awards show because it honors one of my favorite mediums. I have always been a fan and imagine I always will be.  I remember my mom having her favorite shows and life as a kid of the late 60s and early 70s was put on hold in hour increments. As long as there were no broken bones or arterial bleeding, of course.

403934_10150982049728460_1617799206_n1Chad Everett as Dr. Joe Gannon of Medical Center. Jack Lord as Steve McGarrett of the original Hawaii 5-0. I suppose like many women her age and at that time, my mother wasn’t above a little lust.

My favorites, in no particular order:

Hannibal: The epitome of the good vs. evil storyline, and how more often than not, those lines can blur.

Justified: Perfect characters. Again, there’s a thin line between the good guys and the bad guys and sometimes the line is crossed in both directions. Who can forget Jeremy Davies performance as Dickie Bennett? You wanted to smack him while wishing Raylan would just go ahead and shoot him—until he cried in his mama’s arms. And Dewey! Poor Dewey. He wanted to be bad. And of course we can’t talk about bad characters without mentioning Boyd Crowder. Maybe the baddest of them all. But we loved him.

The Walking Dead: Talk about the perfect “what if” scenario! Think about it a minute. What would you do if you woke up from a coma to find the world as you knew was no more? It’s not just about the zombies, or gore, or violence. It’s about so much more. Surviving. And what would you do to survive and to protect your loved ones? But the kicker? You do what you have to do to survive and hold on to your humanity.

16941415_1300x1733Hill Street Blues: Overlapping dialogue, panning camera shots, multiple point-of-view storylines, ensemble cast. Groundbreaking in so many technical aspects.

Modern Family: My go to when I need to laugh. I also find myself studying the pacing and how it’s used with dialogue.

The Big Bang Theory: Proves even the not-so-attractive, socially awkward, geeky nerds can have fun and find love.

Longmire: Who doesn’t like a cowboy? Great storytelling.

M*A*S*H: A comedy that often left us in tears. The death of Col. Henry Blake…oh my. Clutch your chest, hold your breath shocker. mash-title-960x590

Friday Night Lights: Coach. And Riggins. ‘Nuff said.

True Detective S1: Flawless.

imagesE.R.: Mark’s funeral. Doug’s redemption. And watching Dr. John Carter grow up before our eyes.

These are a few of my favorites. What are yours?

The truth about True Crime

I did this blog spot for Flying Turtle Publishing last year about the toll writing true crime can take on a person. Since Unholy Covenant is part of the Kindle Daily Deal today, I thought it might be worth repeating…

You’ve probably heard the old saying “it’s all fun and games until…” fill in the black. Usually, the statement is followed by until someone gets hurt, or until someone gets killed.

Patricia’s parents, Sheila and Richard Blakley, embrace after Ronnie Kimble’s trial

In my world, nothing could be a more true testament to “it’s all fun and games until someone gets killed,” than writing in the True Crime genre. I’ve written fiction and I’ve written non-fiction and without a doubt, the non-fiction is the one that took its toll.

My first published book (Unholy Covenant, Addicus Book, 2000) was in the true crime genre. It was the story of two brothers who conspired to kill the older brother’s devoted wife. I was fortunate that the murder happened in my own community so there was no travel or years long research involved. I knew both families, the victims and the suspects.

It’s one thing to do research for your fiction, you know—how to murder someone 101—but it’s an entirely different thing when you’re sitting across the kitchen table from the victim’s mother asking her to share her thoughts on her daughter’s cold-blooded, premeditated murder. Some writers can do it and not blink twice. I discovered, after the fact, I wasn’t one of those writers.

Ted Kimble, Patricia’s husband
Ronnie Kimble, Jr. at his trial

The case, and book, garnered national attention. I did radio shows, television and newspaper interviews and even negotiated with a producer who wanted to buy the movie rights. I walked away from the bargaining table when he told me what he had planned—he wanted to make the victim a school teacher and the veteran detective a rookie. These are real people, I kept telling myself. They’re not made up characters.  

I did agree to do a couple detective-type shows because they were based on the facts of the case, not characters created by a producer. One was for the Lifetime network and featured interviews and recreations. By this time, the book had been out a few years and the victim’s death had occurred several years prior. Yet, for the victim’s mother and brother—the pain was still there. No matter how many years had passed, each time another network called, the wounds were opened yet again. How could they ever move past the trauma of losing their daughter and sister when we kept pulling them back in?

Although I don’t have plans to ever write another true crime book, I’m using what I learned from that experience in my fiction. Primarily, the varied emotions of the victims of crime or like in Wink of an Eye, the survivors.

In Wink of an Eye, a young boy hires Private Investigator Gypsy Moran to investigate his father’s alleged suicide. 12 year-old Tatum McCallen doesn’t believe his father (a deputy sheriff) would have ever taken his own life and wants Gypsy to prove he was, in fact, murdered. To Tatum, it was about restoring his dad’s honor. To let the people of their small town know his father died a hero and not a coward. I drew on those past interviews with the mother of the victim in Unholy Covenant to tap into the raw emotions of losing someone to murder. The longing to see them again, the need to know why, the confusion of not understanding how an investigation works…I used this knowledge to create the drive and tenacity of a twelve year-old boy out to prove his father didn’t kill himself.

Patricia Blakley Kimble

I have no regrets about writing Unholy Covenant. It’s a tragic story and because it’s down on paper, Patricia’s story is immortalized. The book is in its third printing which means, fifteen years later, people are still reading Patricia’s story. For that, I’m truly thankful.

Unholy Covenant, Kindle Daily Deal

How my mind works

I think I’ve figured out my clown phobia. And dolls. And especially puppets. And fun houses. And those distortion mirrors that make you look either really tall and skinny or short and stumpy. Fairs and carnivals? Oh hell no.  Scary-doll1

Let me preface by saying I did not have a traumatic childhood. No big yikes moment.

I had my share of dolls and loved everyone of them. Even the armless, nappy haired, scuffed up, missing-an-eye ones. I had my share of puppets and participated in my share of puppet shows. I ventured in and out of many fun houses and stood laughing in front of many weird mirrors. Even got to know a couple clowns from Ringling Bros. & Barnum Bailey one year when the circus came to town. They were fun and crazy.

All of it was perfectly normal and safe. It wasn’t until I started writing mysteries that the happy-go-lucky things of childhood became the creepier-than-all-get-out trauma inducers of adulthood. Why? Because I started looking beneath the masks and behind the mirrors. I started looking under the surface, peeling back the layers, page by page.

il_570xN.805565391_tobtFun houses became crime scenes. The distorted features seen in those fun mirrors became the twisted view of a killer. Clowns hid deep, deep secrets beneath the make-up and fake smiles. Dolls pretended to be something they were not—alive. They cried, they wet, they ate and they pooped. Some of them said “mama” in uber creepy voices. And puppets…oh my. They’re the worst. Because they have no backbone. They have no sense of self until someone, probably someone deranged, puts them into motion. And carnival workers, or carnies as they’re often called—don’t even go there. I’m sure some of them are fine people. And I’m sure some of them are serial killers. Those are the ones who seem to always find their way into my imagination.

One of the most frequent questions asked of mystery writers is where do you get your ideas. Take a look around you. Have fun at the fair this year! print24-6