October 25, 2019

Early the next morning, (Phoebe and her grandfather) made their way, arm in arm, across the tiered gardens, bright with late season mums and roses and flame-like celosia, and through the gate in the privet hedge that separated the formal gardens from the service ground...

July 1, 2019

Chapter One

Newport, Rhode Island

August 1898

A pair of footmen in livery lifted the wheelchair, one on either side, while two others opened the rear doors of the Bailey’s Beach clubhouse. The foursome exchanged not so much as the slightest glance, yet operated in perfect...

June 26, 2019

With the rerelease of Murder at Ochre Court in trade paperback (previously only in hardcover and ebook), I thought I'd share this link with anyone interested in the house itself. Since Ochre Court is the administrative building for Salve Regina University, it isn't ope...

December 12, 2018

Cowes, Isle of Wight, April 1920 Phoebe Renshaw pressed a hand to her stomach in a futile attempt to ease the incessant gnawing inside.

August 10, 2018

Thanks to a reader, I learned about, and then read a biography about, a relatively unknown Newport artist named Beatrice Turner. Miss Turner was reputed to have been a complete recluse during most of her life. She never married, never moved out of her parents' homes, a...

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...

March 4, 2014

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 good way. I always say my number one reason for attending any conference is to come away inspired and recharged, and SleuthFest did...

February 1, 2014

I know that whether it's mystery or romance, contemporary stories sell better than historicals. I know that, but I choose to write historicals anyway. Am I a glutton for punishment? Afraid of success? Just plain stubborn?

 

The answer to that last one is probably a resou...

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