June 4, 2017

Girls' schools can make perfect settings for mystery and intrigue.

May 27, 2017

A dilemma facing Emma Cross, my sleuth in The Gilded Newport Mysteries, is whether or not to marry. And if she does decide to marry, which man should she choose: the debonair, wealthy, and sometimes rash Derrick Andrews, heir to a Providence newspaper fortune, or the s...

April 29, 2017

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 Ochre Court, I didn't know about Beatrice. I went about developing my characters, and nowhere did I plan for a little girl to enter t...

April 1, 2017

Newport, Rhode Island

July 1897

Bits of grass and earth pelted the air as a thunderous pounding rolled down the polo field. Long-handled mallets swung after a ball no larger than a man’s open palm. Each time a mallet connected with the ball, ponies and riders raced in a...

March 26, 2017

Ever since I started writing my Gilded Newport series, fun things have begun happening when my husband and I visit the city. Magical things. Things that don't typically happen to ordinary tourists. Specifically, places normally closed to the public have been graciously...

March 6, 2017

This past weekend I joined in a booksigning with two friends at one of South Florida's few independent and its only mystery-specific bookstore, Murder on the Beach in Delray Beach, FL. Nancy J. Cohen,V.S. Alexander (Michael Meeske) and I have been friends and members o...

February 26, 2017

Last week, I sailed away from my normal, solitary writing schedule across the wide, beautiful Gulf of Mexico with the Florida Romance Writers. Readers nowadays know me as a mystery author, but that wasn't always true. I began my career writing historical romance, and m...

August 30, 2016

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 individual whose disorderly bulk presently concealed the newest tear in the leather seat of my buggy merely tilted his head at me with...

November 22, 2015

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

“Henry!”

 

Stravinsky’s discordant Firebird broke off with a resounding crescendo. Voices replaced them, one male...

April 14, 2015

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, unearthly sound that gathered force in the very pit of my stomach. There had been no warning in last night’s starry skies and temper...

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