This is Beatrice Goelet, niece of Ogden and Mary Goelet, who owned Ochre Court in Newport. When I started my reserach for the Murder at...

Newport, Rhode Island July 1897 Bits of grass and earth pelted the air as a thunderous pounding rolled down the polo field. Long-handled...

Ever since I started writing my Gilded Newport series, fun things have begun happening when my husband and I visit the city. Magical...

This past weekend I joined in a booksigning with two friends at one of South Florida's few independent and its only mystery-specific...

Last week, I sailed away from my normal, solitary writing schedule across the wide, beautiful Gulf of Mexico with the Florida Romance...

Newport, RI September 1896 “You will come down from there this instant. Now, sir.” I clapped my hands for emphasis, but to no avail. The...

“Henry, don’t you dare ignore me!” came a shout from behind the drawing room doors, a command nearly drowned out by staccato notes...

Newport, RI, June 29, 1896 I sat up in bed, my heart thumping in my throat, my ears pricked. I’d woken to high-pitched keening, an eerie,...

Consuelo came to a halt beside a rosebush. I stopped beside her and waited for her to speak. She remained silent, however, staring at the...

With my last giveaway, I asked entrants to answer a question: What most attracts you to a book initially? Is it the cover, blurb, author,...

Every Monday authors blog about their own writing process, using a standard format and answering the same questions. This is definitely...

Ready for my third and last recap of SleuthFest? Let's jump right in... In the Taboos workshop, the consensus seemed to be that,...

With my panel over, I was able to enjoy Saturday at SleuthFest as a regular attendee, i.e., someone eager to soak up the wisdom of...

Whew! I hadn't attended a conference in a long while, so even the one full day I attended SleuthFest felt slightly overwhelming. But in a...

CHAPTER ONE Newport, RI, August 1895 She awoke that morning to an angry sea battering the edges of the promontory, and gusting winds that...

I know that whether it's mystery or romance, contemporary stories sell better than historicals. I know that, but I choose to write...

My daughter left yesterday to return to school in NJ, where she's studying to get her PhD. It made me sad to see her leave, but before...