Come with me to another place this morning. You may have been there or you may not. It’s a small town, a busy, bustling town, but it is an old town and, as with all old towns, it has its secrets. Many aged houses populate the town and each has a story to tell. Ned O’Neil’s […]
Oct 24, 2016
The Letter
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Dear Flora Tucker, I read about you and your daughter solving the mystery of the murders in Levi after the police were unable to make any progress. I also have a mystery–one that breaks my heart–and I hope you will consider helping me find a way out of the pain that has engulfed me for […]
Oct 21, 2016
Inside the Shadowy, Empty Mansion
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I took hold of the doorknob and pushed. Creaking mightily, the heavy door swung on its hinges. Inside was as dark as pitch. Shadowy shapes of loveseat, chairs, and tables appeared in the beam of my flashlight. Something was wrong here. My uncle had asked me to come. He knew when I would […]
Oct 16, 2016
First Impressions, Lasting Impressions, True?
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We’ve all heard, “First impressions are lasting impressions.” Writers work hard to create a good first impression when you, the reader, crack open her book. Following are beginning sentences from each of my cozies, creating a first impression which is, hopefully, a good and lasting one. Moonlight Can Be Murder: My car’s headlights cut a yellow […]
Oct 14, 2016
Terror Gave Them Wings
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Have you ever been so scared you simply reacted without thinking? Or maybe terror gave you wings and fear sharpened your senses, adrenalin driving you to super human sharpness of thought. I remember fleeing a tornado, as a child, and my heart beat so fast I couldn’t get down the cellar steps fast enough. In 1961, […]
Oct 13, 2016
A Dark and Stormy Afternoon
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It was a dark and stormy afternoon. Rain beat against the deck. Lightning flashed and thunder rattled the windows. Within the dining room, four women sat around an antique dining table, sipping coffee and munching chocolate. They spoke in hushed voices, almost as if they were afraid they would be overheard although they were the […]
