New Release ~ Meows, Magic & Murder

After over a year I finally wrote a new series that I hope you’ll love. It’s a cozy mystery with witches, magic, & cats. It’s a good departure for me and I’ll be writing both my Agnes series and this potion series this year. I’m also considering a new senior sleuth type series with a new cast of characters.



Meows, Magic & Murder is now live on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and iBooks for the introductory price of $0.99 thru 1/22/14 only. I’m still waiting on Kobo and hope it’s up there soon.

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Petunia Patterson’s cats had a way of alerting her whenever someone was about to knock on her backdoor. Those cats paced, at first, until they began pawing at the back screen door and, since Petunia was resolved to never declaw her felines, had damaged the door so severely that bugs frequently made their way inside. No matter how much Petunia scolded those cats, they kept on like they owned the place—and in a way, they did.

Merlin howled a meow so loud that Petunia stopped typing and rose to see what the to-do was all about. When she made it to the back door, two of her cats, Sassy and Gem, had their nails stuck into the screen door and hung there, to the shock of the man who was knocking.

Instead of removing the cats, or tying to, Petunia simply opened the door, motioning the man inside.

“I’m so glad you arrived. As you can see, I really need my screen door replaced. There’s a heat wave headed our way and I’d hate to have more bugs find themselves inside. It took me all of last night to kill them all.”

Once he was inside, he chuckled. “Actually, I’m not here to replace your door. I’m Noah, from next door. I just moved in and one of your cats has gotten into my house. If you could remove the feline, it would be most appreciated. It’s really bothering Melvin, my pit bull. He has an aversion to cats.”

Pit bull? That certainly didn’t sound good at all. “I’ll come right over. Sorry, but I didn’t even realize one of my cats had gone AWOL.”

Petunia began counting cats—Merlin, Sassy, and Gem. That only left Pansy—that was anything but a pansy. In fact, he wasn’t a cat at all, but a man by the name of Jeremy Walters whom Petunia had fancied for a time. That was until she whipped up a love potion and gave it to him. Just like everything else Petunia did, it just hadn’t worked out the way she’d planned. He had promptly transformed into a huge, black cat and, as of now, was sort of the ringleader. Perhaps this time

Pansy had gotten out because he was making another attempt at his great escape.

Noah looked quite nice when it came to men—not that Petunia was in the habit of checking out the opposite sex, but Noah was quite the looker. She’d noticed a new neighbor moving in, but didn’t pay all that much attention who it was. She figured that she’d meet whoever it was, eventually. It’s just too bad it was under these circumstances.

“So you’re new in town?” Petunia asked as she tucked her auburn hair behind her ears.

“Yes, from New York City. I’ll be running for sheriff in a few months.”

Why on earth would someone from New York City want to move all the way to Lake Forest, Michigan? thought Petunia.

“So, I suppose you have a law enforcement background? I mean, being a sheriff is a big responsibility.”

Noah nodded. “It sure is, Miss … what did you say your name was?”

He totally ignored her question. “Petunia. Petunia Patterson, not to be confused with the Helen Patterson of the Detroit Pattersons.” When he gave her a strange look, she added, “She’s new in town, too. She works at the government building, so you’ll probably meet her at some point. Just wanted to make sure you knew beforehand that we’re not related.”

“So, what is it you do for a living, Ms. Patterson?”
Petunia fanned her face with her hand. “I thought you were here about my cat, not grilling me like a detective.”

“Force of habit. Somehow, I think there’s more under your sweet demeanor than just cats.”

What an odd thing to say. Petunia couldn’t help but wonder all the way to Noah’s house what he’d meant. Why, she was no more interesting than anyone else in town. Sure, she dabbled in making potions from her Aunt Maxine’s black book, and created plenty of potions and herbal concoctions that unfortunately didn’t go according to plan, but she was not a quitter—with the exception of trying to whip up one to change her cat, Pansy, back into human form. The truth was that she was afraid to try, worried that she would create an even bigger mess of things. It was bad enough that most in town referred to her as the cat lady, and Petunia didn’t think four cats made her a crazy cat lady. She certainly didn’t want to add fuel to their fire, especially since one of her cats was really—or used to be—a man. That’s why she was so dreadfully afraid to go over to Noah’s house. If one of her cats was there, it spelled trouble. Especially if it was Pansy.

Agnes and Eleanor are back in Spooky Hijinks


It’s the event of the season: Agnes and Eleanor finally marry their beau’s Andrew and Mr. Wilson in book three of the Agnes Barton Paranormal Mystery Series.

I want to thank my readers for their continued support. If not for you and your continued love of Agnes and Eleanor, I wouldn’t be here doing what I love best. The Agnes Barton mysteries be it the senior sleuths mystery series, or the Agnes Paranormal Mystery series, and even the Agnes Barton/Kimberly Steele Cozy Mystery, is truly a labor of love. My prior background in healthcare spawned these two very unique characters that have transcended time and gave you reason to think outside the box when it comes to senior citizens. Thank you so much for reading. :)


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Blurb: It’s December in the neighboring cities of Tawas City and East Tawas, and they have one thing in common—Christmas is drawing nearer. The only problem is that homes are being broken into in alarming numbers, with guns stolen. Even local militia members Curt and Curtis Hill are victims. That is, until Agnes Barton and Eleanor Mason are on the case, launching an investigation even after the ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives) comes to town, taking an interest in the recent thefts. Agnes’s own son, Stuart, who works for the FBI, tells her to back off, but Agnes isn’t about to stand down. It’s not something she does, even after a threat of arrest.

Life for Agnes and Eleanor is good, they’re planning their weddings to their respective fiancés, Andrew and Mr. Wilson, who still refuses to tell anyone his first name. With their hearts set on having their wedding at the lighthouse at the point, Agnes yet again is up to her elbows with ghost sightings, but that’s something that she’s grown accustomed to since her paranormal gift appeared.

As Agnes tries to figure out who the female ghost at the lighthouse is, she finally acquaints herself with the ghosts that live in the attic of the Butler Mansion. The deeper she gets, the more she learns about not only who they are, but the dark history of the Tawas area.

It gets down to the wire. Will Agnes be able to figure out who is stealing guns in the area, stop the ghosts from causing havoc at the mansion, and actually make their wedding plans before they land in jail or worse?

Speaking Engagement

On Wednesday the 12th of November I’m heading to Tawas, Michigan. I was invited to speak at the Sunrise Side Lifelong Learning meeting. As most of you know this is the town I have based my Agnes Barton books in. Besides speaking about the why’s and how’s about my series, I’ll hang around afterward to get some feedback about the area for future books. It’s a win, win in my opinion. :)


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I put together this board to use and will be selling books after the meeting. SO excited to be able to introduce my books to people that probably have never heard of Agnes and Eleanor. 

If you’re wondering when the next Agnes book will be published, I’m still shooting for December.

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New Release: Ghostly Hijinks

Ghostly Hijinks is now available. In Ghostly Hijinks Agnes and Eleanor head out west to a real ghost town of Silver, Nevada, where they again find themselves in the midst of a mystery. The only difference this time is that it was part of dream Agnes had, one that’s proven to have actual links to Silver. When she finds out a real family has disappeared, Agnes makes it her business to solve the case, despite the interference of several spirits that reside at the legendary Goldberg Hotel. They also work to uncover the truth behind the legend of Leister’s Gold that Agnes is sure the family are looking for if only she can find them before it’s too late.



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Driving up Highway 50 through Nevada, said to be the loneliest road in America, sure would make a body nervous. Unless, of course, you’re Agnes Barton, who welcomes the challenge and the chance to check out a real ghost town. But before she even arrives in Silver, Nevada, a mystery has unfolded in the form of a lost little girl, Rebecca, who has become separated from her family who are searching for the elusive Leister’s gold. The real kicker is that Agnes saw it all in a dream, but when they arrive at the Goldberg Hotel & Saloon, she realizes so many things about her dream are real, like the details of the inside of the hotel. It isn’t long before she learns that the hotel is haunted by various spirits from the past, further making for an interesting vacation.

Agnes is determined to find the missing family, insisting that it simply wasn’t just a dream as she learns that a family with a young daughter had indeed disappeared in the middle of the night just before they had arrived. Will Agnes and Eleanor find the missing family before they perish from the elements, or will the knife-wielding spirit called “The Cutter,” shorten their chances?

Note from the author: You can expect the third book in the series in December.

Haunted Hijinks ~ Cover Reveal

 Haunted Hijinks, An Agnes Barton Paranormal Mystery is now available!


It’s publishing day and Haunted Hijinks, An Agnes Barton Paranormal Mystery is now available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo for $0.99 for two days and then will be going up to $3.99. So snap up your copy while the introductory price is in place.

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Ever since Agnes’ car accident, things have changed drastically for her. When she wakes up in the hospital, not only is her son Stuart there, who she hasn’t seen in years, but a ghostly apparition!
Instead of getting ready for the loony bin, Agnes and Eleanor help ready the Butler Mansion for a grand opening as a bed and breakfast on Halloween, except they find the body of Katherine Clark. It’s game on, as usual, for Agnes, except she now has a new partner, one who has remained silent and is—well—a ghost.

Sample Chapter

Chapter One

Eleanor and I gathered our purses, rushing out the door. When we were settled in the car, Eleanor gushed, “I’m so excited. I can’t believe the Butler Mansion will be turned into a bed and breakfast and that we were chosen to oversee preparations.”

I massaged my brow thoughtfully. “You do know that we’ll be working, right?”

“Yes, but it’s not like we’ll be pushing a broom.” Eleanor gave me a concerned look. “Are you okay, Agnes? Maybe it’s too soon for you to be out and about. I mean, since the accident you’ve not been yourself.”

I cranked the engine over and tore off down US 23. I tried not to think about that day a few months back when I was sideswiped by an SUV as I was trying to avoid hitting a tourist who crossed on the green. They never even looked in my direction. Well, let’s just say that the driver was as surprised as I was when my Mustang slid across his vehicle. We even locked eyes for a fraction of a second—that was before his side mirror flew off and grazed the side of my head through my open window. I was knocked out cold and didn’t wake up for three whole days. And when I did come to, a muscular man with a full beard was sitting at my bedside at the hospital, among others. It took some prompting from my daughter, Martha before I remembered I even had a son. I guess that’s what happens when you have a concussion. I can’t remember exactly when the last time I’d seen Stuart was.

My fiancé, Andrew, was there, too, and my ever-faithful friend, Eleanor Mason. They told me my granddaughter, Sophia, had just left with my great-granddaughter, Andrea. All of this made sense to me. I had everyone around who loved me, but what I didn’t understand was the ghostly apparition of a woman that also was there, and totally unseen by everyone else. At the time, I chocked it up to taking too many medications, but when everyone left and the gray shadowy figure remained, I hid under my covers for a while. Luckily, the next morning she was gone … that was, until she showed up later that day. She kinda has a habit of appearing and disappearing, which is hard to get used to. Not that I could ever get used to seeing a ghost. My heart jumps a little every time and I can’t help but wonder if I was injured more severely than Dr. Thomas had told me. I’ve pondered the how and why of the ghost’s absences and wonder if she had ghostly business to take care of, because sure enough, she reappeared when I was released from the hospital later that week.  

The glaring sunlight jarred me out of my deep thoughts and I stared in my rearview mirror, and sure enough, El and I had the same ghostly passenger parked in the backseat, one that only I could see. At least, Eleanor had never admitted to me that she’d seen a ghost. Eleanor’s the type of person who would be scared to death at the prospect of seeing one. The ghost was quite slim and wore a quite-transparent green dress. Her bob-cut hairstyle was glowing about her head. As of yet, she hadn’t spoken a word to me, which I’m eternally grateful for since I was already halfway ready for the loony bin, or so I had convinced myself.

I’m Agnes Barton, and I have been solving mysteries with my best friend, Eleanor, for quite some time in and around East Tawas, Michigan, much to the chagrin of ole Sheriff Peterson.

Eleanor cleared her throat, bringing me out of my thoughts. “I asked if you’re okay, Agnes?”

I stared straight ahead on the road and turned into the drive of the notorious Butler Mansion. It’s been the scene of more than one murder through the years, and Eleanor and I almost bought the big one ourselves in the mansion, but luckily, with our quick wits and a warning from the Butler descendants from beyond the grave, we managed to see the light of day. I didn’t see a ghost that day, but we sure heard a warning just in time. We thoroughly believe that the ghosts of days gone by at the mansion didn’t want us to die that day. Why, we’ll never know.

I braked hard, and Eleanor and I, along with the ghostly apparition, left the confines of the car, striding toward the door. I rang the doorbell and waited for it to be answered, but after a few minutes, Eleanor slapped a hand against the door, impatiently knocking.

I stared curiously over at a blue Impala parked in the drive. “Someone has to be home.”

The ghostly figure left the porch, walked toward the back yard and I followed suit. Perhaps it knew more than El or me.

“Let’s check the back door,” I called over to Eleanor who left the porch to follow me.

In the rear of the house, there were newly added French doors on the patio deck. The ghostly apparition didn’t wait for us and glided through the door. Then, with a whoosh of air, the door magically opened a crack, enough for us to be able to push it open and enter the mansion.

“Maybe we shouldn’t just go in,” Eleanor said.

I whirled and gave her one of my looks, asking, “And why not?”

Eleanor fidgeted with a button on her shirt. “Well, every time we just up and waltz into a place we weren’t let into, something dreadful happens, like the cops showing up.”

I smiled. “Well, you’re right about that, Eleanor, but we were expected,” I said as I led the way inside.

Eleanor stopped right inside the door. “Maybe nobody is here yet to receive us.”

“There’s a car outside,” I pointed out.

Eleanor shuddered as she gasped, “It’s freezing in here. I just know this place is haunted.”

I stared at the ghost, who seemed to be having a fit of the giggles, although soundless. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.” I said this so that Eleanor wouldn’t run screaming from the mansion since we had promised to oversee preparations.

“Humph. What about that time in the attic when we heard a warning from a ghost?”

The ghost shrugged and I insisted, “There’s no proof that it came from a ghost.”

“No, b-but—”

“But nothing,” I interjected. “Let’s check out the place and see if someone might actually be here. There might be a legitimate reason why that door wasn’t answered, and I fully intend to find out what it is.”

With the ghost’s arms folded across her chest, she nodded in agreement. I was quite positive by now that I had really lost it. Seeing a ghost can’t be normal. I promised myself that I’d check with the doctor about the medication I was on, and soon.

The walnut walls smelled freshly cleaned with the fragrance of lemon oil that wafted in the air. As I neared the staircase, I saw the body of a woman crumpled at the foot of the stairs. I shook my head. We’d done it again—found yet another body. The strangest thing was it didn’t nearly rattle me like it used to, since El and I routinely managed to find a body or two. But, I never looked forward to the questioning we’d be sure to get when the cops showed up.

Before I had a chance to spit out much of anything, Eleanor sputtered, “What did I tell you, Aggie? I told you we shouldn’t have come inside. I told you it was a bad idea and now we’re in a fix. We should call the sheriff from the car so we don’t get into any trouble.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the point? We already came inside, and it’s from here we’ll make our call.”

Eleanor crossed her arms and sighed. “Oh, great. We’ll be hauled off to jail for sure now.”

“Eleanor, why would the sheriff do that when we’ve only just arrived?”

“Beats me, but you know how he feels about us getting involved in murder cases.”

“Don’t jump to any conclusions just yet. We don’t even know how the woman might have died.”

I dialed 911 and reported we’d found a body at the Butler Mansion, and then ended the call. I stepped closer to the body to get a better look. “Do you notice anything odd about her, Eleanor?”

“Not much besides that it’s a body of a dead woman.”

“How do you think she died?”

“Fell down the stairs.”

I shook my head. “Wrong. Do you see any blood? Because I don’t! If she had fallen down the stairs, she’d have wacked her head on the way down, or at least on the marble floor here.”

“Sounds about right. Then how do you think she died?”

“Not sure, but it might not have happened here.”

“So you think that—”

Eleanor never got a chance to finish what she was going to say when sirens sounded in close proximity, and flashers were visible through the sheer curtains of the drawing room from where they stood near the staircase.

I hurried over and let Trooper Sales inside. He was one of the Michigan State Police’s finest, and married to my granddaughter, Sophia.

Sheriff Peterson entered next, yanking up his trousers, and instead of reading us the riot act, he simply asked, “Where’s the body?”

Surprised but relieved, I led the way. “We just arrived. We were supposed to oversee the preparations of the mansion opening as a bed and breakfast,” I explained.

“Sophia told me,” Sales said. “Was the door open when you arrived?”

I froze as the ghost stood close by and pointed toward the French doors.

“Nobody came to the door when I knocked and when we came around back, the door somehow opened.”

“Yes,” Eleanor said. “Like a ghost opened it.”

“Perhaps the latch is simply broken,” I suggested, not willing to believe the ghost I kept seeing was real.

Sales checked for a pulse and asked, “And this is how you found the body?”

“Of course. I know better than to move it. I also couldn’t help but notice that there’s no blood, like you’d expect to see if she fell down the stairs.”

“Oh, and what do you make of that?” Peterson asked.

“That her body was moved—that she might have been killed elsewhere.”

“Good observation, but we don’t know how she died just yet. We’ll have to wait for the coroner’s report,” Peterson said.

“Her neck might be broken,” Eleanor said. “But what are those marks on her neck? They look bite marks of some sort, like a vampire bit her or something.”

I rushed over there to take a look, and sure enough, there were two puncture marks on her neck. “How odd, but I doubt that it’s the work of a vampire, El, since they don’t really exist.”

“Says who? People told us Bigfoot wasn’t real and look how that turned out.”

“I’d rather forget, if you don’t mind. Besides, Bigfoot hasn’t been seen in quite some time.”

“Do you know who this is, Agnes?” Peterson asked.

I rummaged through my purse, came back with a piece of paper, and read off the name, “Katherine Clark was the name of the woman we were supposed to meet here. I’m not certain it’s her, but it most likely is.”

“What do you know, if anything, about Katherine?” asked Peterson.

“Nothing at all. I was just told that she would be running the place. It looks like someone didn’t want her to.”

“And you’ve never had any contact with her before?”


Peterson turned in Eleanor’s direction. “How about you, Eleanor?”

“I’ve spoken to her a few times on the phone. She had the nicest phone voice.”

“When was the last time you spoke with her?”

Eleanor pressed a finger against her head. “Let me think. Yesterday afternoon. She wanted to make sure that Agnes and I showed up today to help her ready the mansion for their grand opening on Halloween.”

“I see. Was that it?”

“Yup. That’s about all of it.”

“What do you mean about it?”

“Well, I was kinda excited. I drove past a few times and I couldn’t help but notice a black sedan heading up the drive to the mansion.”

Peterson took a step toward the body. “What do you make of that, Agnes?”

“I’ll have to call Andrew and see if he can get ahold of the owner. I believe the actress, Sara Knoxville, owns the Butler Mansion. It might have been her at the mansion in the sedan.”

I made my call and after I informed Andrew what we had found out at the mansion, he told us to stay put until he could get there. I then informed Sales and Peterson that Andrew would be along presently, just as the meat wagon pulled up outside the mansion. One of the deputies let a portly man in the front door and he stumbled his way toward the body. The new medical examiner was an odd fellow who wore a Colombo-type raincoat that he always wore come rain or shine. Walter Smitty was his name.

Sales shook his head. “So we have a body that was positioned near the stairs that has suspicious markings on the neck.”

“Very curious indeed,” I said, ignoring the ghost who shook her head sadly.

Walter checked for Katherine’s pulse and snapped the gum he chomped on. “Yup, she’s dead alright, and boy am I hungry,” he said as if we had a sandwich available to give to him.

“That sure ain’t brain surgery,” Eleanor said. “I could have said that for nothing.”

“You could, but you’re hardly qualified to, dear lady.”

I positioned myself between Walter and Eleanor just in case she flew off the handle. “Yup. You’re right. I sure hope you can get that autopsy done soon so we can figure out what happened here.”

“The coroner will be doing it tomorrow, most likely. All I do is pronounce.”

“Most medical examiners are public officials like the sheriff, and since he does a top notch job of investigating crimes in this county, I thought he could do that job,” I said.

Peterson chuckled at that. “Thanks, but I could use all the help I can get since Halloween is right around the corner.”

“Yup. It will soon be Halloween and we have a vampire on the loose,” Eleanor said.

“In that case, you might want to start wearing garlic around your neck,” Walter suggested. “Luckily, though, most of the vampires are only on television, not in a sleepy community such as Tawas, but what makes you think this is the work of a vampire anyway?”

I tried not to put too much significance to the ‘vampire’ part. “Well, there appear to be puncture marks on the victim’s neck.”

Walter took another look at the body. “Hardly the work of a vampire. It looks like fingernail marks to me.”

“Perhaps we should search the mansion. You know, just in case the perp is hiding out here,” I suggested to Peterson.

Trooper Sales sprinted up the stairs with an out-of-breath Sheriff Peterson behind him, while El and I cooled our heels downstairs. For the moment, my ghostly partner in crime seemed to be absent; that is, if she was even there at all. Instead of feeling relieved, I sort of missed having her around, even though I knew how nuts that sounded.

So lost in thought was I, that I jumped at the sound of a knock at the door. The ghostly figure appeared out of the ceiling, waiting patiently as I opened the door to Andrew, giving him a quick hug as he came in.

“What happened?” Andrew asked.


Before I was able to really give him the rundown, Walter Smitty piped up and said, “They found the yet-unidentified body of a woman at the bottom of the steps and called us in to deal with it.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know why Sheriff Peterson doesn’t just appoint these two as honorary deputies. From the word around town, they won’t butt out of the sheriff’s cases.”

“Please don’t encourage them,” Andrew said as he massaged the back of his neck. “I’ve been trying to tell Agnes to mind her own business for quite a while now, but even I have to admit that she and Eleanor are quite good at putting clues together.”

“That’s always a good thing, but I need to get this corpse back to the morgue so the coroner can do an autopsy to determine the cause of death.”

“You must have some kind of idea how the victim died,” Andrew said, with the ghost nodding behind him.

“Not sure just yet, but her neck might be broken. There’s no sign of blunt force trauma.”

I was intent on staring at the ghost until Eleanor asked, “Why on earth are you looking at the wall like that, Aggie? Blood splatter?”

I whirled around really quick, or as quick as a woman of seventy-two can whirl. “Nope. Ever since my accident I haven’t been quite right.”

“I’d say way before that, but I understand, dear.” El puffed up her chest. “I really thought I had lost you that time.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been in such a weird mood of late and I really need to make a doctor’s appointment soon. My head feels so foggy lately.”

“It’s to be expected, Aggie,” Andrew said. “I had another case in Detroit, but I’m having an associate handle it. I’m just not ready to leave you so soon since the accident. Plus, I don’t think your son likes me all that much. It might be a good idea to get to know Stuart.”

“That makes two of us. If truth be known … I don’t know my son all that well these days, either.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Not since he graduated from college, but that was ten years ago. It seems that both of my children have all sorts of reasons to stay away.”

“That’s not true,” Eleanor said. “Martha is a free spirit and went on a ‘finding herself road trip’, but she eventually came to town looking for you.”

“Yup. When she was out of money, that is.”

“You, too?” Walter asked. “Children have a way of doing that, but with the economy like it is, I can’t say I blame them. It’s not like you can find high paying jobs these days. All of the factories have closed or sold out. I remember a time when US 23 had many businesses, but now, most of them have closed down.”

“Walter, I had no idea that you have lived in Tawas that long,” El said.

“I haven’t, but it’s been a great vacation spot for my wife and the family.”

Sheriff Peterson and Trooper Sales came back down the stairs, and Peterson announced, “The upper floors are clear. We’ll be checking the first floor and cellar.”

“Cellar?” I asked. “I had no idea there was a cellar here.”

“Oh, and how well do you think you know the Butler Mansion? Have you inspected every square inch during earlier cases?”

I clammed up when the ghost shook her head. “Nope. Knock yourself out. Can we leave now? I don’t expect that you’ll allow us to inspect the mansion ourselves, so we’ll do it at a later date.”

“We plan to put up police tape. It’s a crime scene.”

“Yup, sure is. Too many to count, but don’t forget that the actress, Sara Knoxville owns this place and is opening a bed and breakfast soon and we were hired to oversee things.”

Peterson laughed. “Well, in that case it seems like you’re off to a good start.”

I chose to ignore that barb sent my way. We moved to leave and I snickered as the ghost made a motion like it was giving Peterson a swift kick in the pants. Once we were outside, Andrew convinced us to ride with him since I had already admitted that my head was a bit fuzzy. Instead of arguing with him as I had a wont to do, I let it drop since it made all the sense in the world.

Once we were settled in Andrew’s SUV, with Eleanor in the front seat as it allowed for more room for her, and the ghost sitting next to me, off we went. On the journey to Eleanor’s place, I called Doctor Thomas, who agreed to meet me in an hour. He was the sort of doctor who made house calls, but since he lived a few doors down from Eleanor’s cottage on Lake Huron, it was hardly an imposition.


Writer’s Round Table

Award winning author Doug Allyn invited me to co-host a writer’s round table at the Hoyt Library in Saginaw, Michigan on Saturday, April 12th. I was amazed at how many people showed up.

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The Hoyt Library in Saginaw, Michigan, or more notably called, the castle library.


A great time was had by all and I finished up the day by donating my Agnes Barton series books to the library. I can’t thank Doug Allyn enough for inviting me take part in this, and it goes to show you that both traditionally published and independent authors can share the same stage.

Madison Johns and Friends

For the first time I met some readers at my very first book signing at Diversions Tea House in East Tawas, Michigan. I braved the cooler temperatures and headed north.


Madison and fan

Daniel told me that he has read all of my books. I thought that was great! He brought his sister with him since his wife was unable to attend.
Daniel W. Hanninen’s review:
“I have just finished reading “Treasure in Tawas”. It is the last in a series of books, 5 total, that are set in the Tawas area. If you like funny ‘who done its’, this is the series for you. It is amazing how the two older lady private eyes just barely escape trouble, serious injury, and even death while they are investigating criminal activities in their small town area. This series is well written and a great read. I have enjoyed all of the books in this series and a few more by this Author.”


The manager of Diversions couldn’t have been nicer, and he treated my daughter and I to a chi tea latte. Yummy! His mother also attended.

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I love meeting new people who never heard about me. This family did their impression of pirates! She also brought her mother who also bought a book.

All in all, I had a great time and stayed over in East Tawas with a Bayside room, overlooking the still quite frozen Lake Huron.


Yes, that’s a truck on the ice and a ice shanty! Strange how in some spot you could see the water and in other not!