Blogroll: Mysterious Writers

Using Flawed Characters as Detectives by Larissa Reinhart by Jean Henry Mead

closeup1-681x1024Larissa Reinhart began her writing career in second grade when she sold her first publication to a neighbor for a nickel. After moving around the Midwest, Japan, and the South, she now lives in Georgia with her husband, daughters, and Biscuit, a Cairn Terrier. She loves small town characters with big attitudes, particularly sassy women with a penchant for trouble. Portrait of a Dead Guy is a 2012 “Daphne du Maurier” finalist, a 2012 “The Emily” finalist, and a 2011 “Dixie Kane Memorial winner”. Still Life in Brunswick Stew, A Cherry Tucker Mystery #2, releases in May 2013.

Welcome to Mysterious Writers, Larissa, on this 12th day of the Mystery We Write Tour. Please tell us about using flawed characters as detectives.

I have to admit, I don’t read mysteries for the mystery. Don’t get me wrong. I love trying to solve the puzzle and figure out whodunit before the end of the book. But it’s the characters that stay with me. Many times I forget the puzzle after I solve it. And the characters that stick with me the most are the ones I worry about after the book is closed. The flawed detective who does not do everything perfectly. Yes, they may be brilliant, but their personality or real life tends to be a mess. [Read more...]

Blogroll: Terry’s Place

Give Me A Beach by Terry Odell

Today I wel­come Susan M. Boyer to Terry’s Place. Susan is a life-long book lover and author of the Liz Tal­bot mys­tery series. She tags along with her hus­band on busi­ness trips when­ever she can because hotels are great places to write: fresh cof­fee all day and cook­ies at 4 p.m. They have a home in Greenville, SC, which they occa­sion­ally visit.

Susan will be giv­ing away a copy of her book, LOWCOUNTRY BOIL to one lucky com­menter. Win­ner will get to choose for­mat: dig­i­tal or print. You have until Fri­day to enter.

And while Susan is here, I’m also giv­ing away a book at Just Roman­tic Sus­pense.

Like many folks, I love the beach. Give me a beach umbrella, a chair, and a book, and I am one happy camper. I used to swim in the ocean, or per­haps more accu­rately, bob around in it, and ride the waves on any­thing that would float. That was before my close encounter with a stingray.

The waters off the coast of South Car­olina have a fair amount of sand and such stir­ring around in them cour­tesy of the rivers flow­ing into the Atlantic in the vicin­ity. Dis­claimer: I’m not a sci­en­tist who stud­ies such things. This is the rea­son I’ve been given since child­hood when I ask why the water in South Car­olina isn’t as clear as south Florida and the Caribbean. This could just as eas­ily be some­thing Mamma pulled out of thin air to keep me quite. I digress. The point is, you can’t see the bottom. [Read more...]

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