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Creation of Woodmont Mystery Series. I've been asked many times at my book signings where
the idea for the mystery books came from and how publishing them came about. The answer is — it wasn't intentional and
not what I set out to do. Well, that didn't sound right, let me explain. During a conversation with a co-worker, I told her about this collection of short stories
I had and wasn't sure what to do with them. She said put them together in a book. What a novel idea! But as it often is in
life, things don't go as you plan. The prologue in my first book, Screams In The Dark, was written as a complete short story.
It certainly wasn’t meant to end up being the beginning of a book. In fact it was the story I took with me to the seminars
and workshops I attended as I researched what I was going to do. After that wonderful suggestion to put the stories in book form, I wrote and rewrote
the prologue, but somehow it grew into my first book. Although it wasn't planned, I used local names and local settings throughout
the book. Names like Grandville, Witherspoon, and Atherton and places like Upton, Woodmont, and Cumberland. The series takes place in Woodmont, which is a fictional town, surrounded by a huge farming
community and forest land for hunters and a hunting lodge known as the Woodmont Lodge. Woodmont is the name of the area where
my husband grew up and using it seemed logical, since we are surrounded by mountains and wooded areas. Grandville Manor is
based upon a house I pass every day to and from work. It's a beautiful home, not as old as Grandville Manor, but regal, and
it also has a pond. I could picture the Grandville family living there. Thrilled that I'd written a whole book, I couldn't wait to talk to a literary agent.
My bubble was burst when she informed me that if I insisted on writing mysteries that I had to write a series with strong
characters, and no less than four books. (She thought I should write children books.) My hopes were dashed and I'd had my
heart set on my next book being about time travel. Maybe one day. Back home I trudged and sat down to stare at my computer. How could I do what she asked?
Honestly I didn't know I could complete one book, but to continue with a series using the same characters? Three more books?
It was a daunting task. After a few fretful tries, Haunting Cries In the Mist, was written. (This book was featured in the
It was another conversation with the same co-worker that gave me the concept for the
series— the fact that we don't really know anybody. We think we know our siblings, best friends, parents, but we only
know what our loved ones allow us to know. The entire Woodmont Mystery Series brings that fact home in every book. Just as
our characters think they have the puzzle solved, another piece is brought to light and the dynamics are changed. As we know,
that is exactly how life is. Even with the second book written, something didn't seem right. I felt disjointed from
my characters. We weren't connecting. Then an idea occurred to just write background pieces about each character to see if
that helped. It did. Secrets From The Grave flew from my fingertips. By the end of this book, I was falling in love with Woodmont
and all its inhabitants. This book remains one of my favorites because of all the intimate secrets that are revealed. For those of you who have read my books, you might find it interesting to know that the
lovable Sam Watkins was only supposed to be a bit player. I needed a police chief to officiate the investigation of Cassie's
missing sister, Lainey. Uncle Phil was supposed to be Cassie's tower of strength, but it didn’t work out that way. Sam
was going to enter and exit by the second book. Instead Sam grew on me and his part took center stage in the series. Spoiler Alert: If you haven't read the series, please don't read
this paragraph. When I wrote the scene where Sam accidentally made Cassie cry and then hurried to the cemetery to confess
to his precious Marie, I was as shocked as the rest of you that he turned out to be Cassie's father. Again the dynamics of
the series shifted. Sam became the hub that will keep the group together. By my fourth book, Never Alone, I'd hit my stride or as I often say — found my
voice. I'd connected with everyone and quickly moved on to Destiny's Deadly Web. I wasn't stopping. With Sam in their lives,
the Grandville family was reuniting and living together. Cassie's cousins joined them: Roy, Bill and Bill's sisters, Ruth
Ann and Dora. So much happening. Beware of the Silent Footstep, was book number six. This book really brings home that we
think we know the Grandvilles and got a handle on the Athertons, but nope. Lots of twists and turns throughout the entire
series. Another thing that has been brought to my attention is all the coffee drinking the characters
do. That makes me laugh. The coffee sessions are written mainly to help readers in case they missed a clue and are not sure
who did what to who. Can't have my faithful readers confused. Although if anyone is ever unsure, please email and ask. I'd
love to hear from you and will be glad to answer any question you may have about the series. For the next couple years that's all I did — write, rewrite, and write some more.
By 2003, I felt exhausted and thought I was losing my objective opinion of the characters. My male characters were either
sickly sweet or so hateful they needed to be shot. So I searched and found an online writers' workshop and joined. That interaction
helped me immensely. Being with other writers forced me to think outside the box and stretch my writing skills. The give and
take between authors, especially those from other countries, was exhilarating. The books were set aside and it wasn't long
before I was submitting and selling short stories & ebooks for publication, of course under a pen name. It was 2005 when I could hear the inhabitants of Woodmont calling my name, begging me
to return. They were tired of waiting. During the time I was absent from Woodmont, I'd discovered Lulu Press, thanks to my
friends at the workshop. I'd proven myself as a writer by selling stories and I'd followed the rules and guidelines and made
all the edits the editors demanded. The Woodmont Mystery Series was mine and I decided to publish my mysteries my way. I
did my homework and researched like crazy. But after being told that my last name wasn't salable. I knew what my path was.
Oh I took flack from peers who thought I should have gone through the traditional publishing house. What’s amusing is
the people who grumbled the most and loudest to my face have never written a book in their life, not one, and all except for
one person none of them had ever published a single story. Reminds me of those people who tell you how to raise your children,
yet they don’t have any kids themselves. Amusing. I’m pleased with the success of my books. To date, my first two novels have ISBN
numbers are available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble and can be ordered through any book store in the country. And all of
my books can be purchased through Lulu Press. There are so many loyal fans who can't wait for the next book in the series. In the town
where I work, there are eight people. Where my husband works, there are four. Where I live, there are five. Even my mother
is involved and has two ladies who stop by where she works to get the next novel. In the near future, I'll be opening a book store at my home. Of course it’ll have
copies of all my books, but it’s my heart’s desire to have items from other artisans of the local area. Not just
authors, but painters, quilters, knitters or crafters. Whatever their talent is, I'd love to be able to have a spot for it
and showcase it. Although not set in stone the name of the store will be Woodmont Books & More.
The phone fell from Maggie's fingers.
She jumped to her feet and pulled on jeans and a top. She was going to the party. When her cell phone rang, Maggie turned
to stare at it like it was a snake. She took one step toward the phone and saw the black roses—they had been
a warning. Instead of picking up the phone, she hurried to the intercom to ask the doorman to escort her to her car. Henry
didn't answer the buzzer. Maggie turned on her heel, packed the laptop, hung her three flash drives around her neck, and grabbed
her cell phone off of the floor. Green flashed. U r nxt the text message read. She raced to the front door and stopped.
Elevator doors slapped and heavy footsteps approached. Closer and closer. The doorknob rotated back and forth. Backing away from the door, she banged
into the table. The flower vase tumbled, ebony petals scattered, and liquid fingers of red-colored water streaked across the
oak. Crimson drop after drop splashed onto the carpet. For a moment, Maggie saw blood—Allison's blood. Fear encased
her body. April 25, 2010: The new series, Black
Roses, has consumed me. After I finished Roving Eye, I wrote Ebony Nightmare and I'm currently trying to complete Tattered
Letters. It's a great series, the best suspense I've written since my Woodmont Series (according to my editor). The
three stories were completed and sent to the publisher. Sept. 2010: Black Rose Warning
series was published in print for the Mystery Mountain Crafters Expo held on Oct. 2 in Berkeley Springs, WV. The mystery continues and in next part of the saga, in the series, is called Midnight Silk. The following
is an excerpt: Silvery
moonlight streamed
through her bedroom window. Her fingers worked tirelessly as she wound the
black silk yarn in a figure eight pattern between her thumb and index finger.
The clock struck twelve. Bong. Bong. Bong. The last chime hadn’t faded when she
heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. Terror filled her. She hid the
yarn, blew out the candle, and burrowed under the blankets. Her bedroom door
opened and banged against the wall. Pictures rattled. Bottles jangled. Her
heart pounded. Footsteps heralded his arrival. Her blankets were yanked back.
Her cries echoed.
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