I ‘met’ Wendy in the Mystery Most Cozy group on Facebook. I fell in love with her book cover when she posted it and invited her here to be on the blog. Leave a comment for a chance to win Wendy’s wonderful book. Welcome, Wendy.
Thanks, Kate. I’m delighted to be here.
Since it was the reason I first noticed you, tell us about your cover. Great cozy cover. Did you have any input or was it presented to you? Who was the artist?
Thank you for the nice compliment on my book cover! I met with my cover artist and presented him my rough (and I do mean rough!) concept of the look I had in mind and asked for a comedic tone. My talented cover artist, Adam Linstad, then took my ideas and ran with them, creating the fun cover for my humorous cozy mystery.
Keep in mind, as I ask his question, I am sometimes a bit dense. In the first book of the series, the victims are seniors who certainly aren’t working. Where does the Working Stiff name of the series come from?
The Working Stiffs Mystery Series name comes from a story element that each book in this series will have in common: A dead body (a “stiff”) will be reported to the County Coroner’s office, and in turn, will come to the keen attention of my sleuth, Charmaine Digby, who works as an assistant to the County Prosecutor/Coroner. Since Charmaine and her childhood buddy, Police Detective Steve Sixkiller, will both be working these cases, I thought “Working Stiffs” captured both the lighter tone and the essence of their stories.
Duh. Coroner. See what I mean about dense…
Do you know “whodunit” before you start your book, or does that sort of evolve and get clearer as you write?
Oh, no, I’m a plotter through and through. I always have a clear vision of who and why they “dunit” well before I have an opening line. As the story develops, what evolves for me is the red herrings—the short list of possible suspects. Although my mysteries are intended to be fun and light-hearted, there is still a murder mystery to be solved, and I want my readers to enjoy the process of discovery throughout the book.
Other than Nancy Drew (or Hardy Boys, etc.) that everyone answers with, what was the first mystery series you fell in love with?
As a teenager, I loved The Thin Man movies and that brought me to the novels of Dashiell Hammett. Around the same time I discovered Daphne Du Maurier and fell completely, utterly in love with the genre.
How does your family feel about your writing and the time it takes you away from them? Do you also have a day job?
When I started writing, I had teenagers at home as well as a demanding day job, so time to write was limited. Fortunately, I had an understanding husband, who knew how important my writing was to me and didn’t mind the fact that I sometimes had to disappear into my writing cave. He knew I’d come out eventually! I still have the day job, but not for much longer. Yes, that means that soon, I’ll happily have the job of full-time writer! Can’t wait!
Other than your husband, who has been the biggest supporter of your writing and how does that make you feel?
My mother has been a life-long supporter, really of anything I’ve wanted to do. She’s very biased when it comes to her daughter and thinks that everything I do is “absolutely wonderful” (her favorite word pairing), but isn’t it nice to have someone in your corner who feels that way about you? If ever my writer’s ego is bruised, I definitely know where to go for a kiss to make it all better, and I know where she keeps the cookies!
Now that the book is out there, what do you enjoy the most and what do you really hate about all the promoting you have to do? And did you realize how much hard work it was going to be once the book was done?
I truly enjoy hearing from readers. After sixteen years as an unpublished writer, it’s pure bliss to receive feedback that my book brightened someone’s day.
And yes, I’d done my homework prior to publication and knew that I’d have some very busy days ahead of me once my book hit the online retail sites. Now my challenge is to make the most of every hour of every day. Pages first; promo/social media second is my new mantra. I have readers who are already impatiently waiting for book two in my Working Stiffs Mystery Series. I don’t want to disappoint them, or me!
Now three things that have nothing to do with writing:
What is your favorite food? I’m on a low carb diet so at the moment it’s blackened prime rib—heavenly!
What is your favorite TV show? Breaking Bad with Castle as a close second
What is your favorite music? Classic rock from the 70s & 80s — Doobie Brothers, Fleetwood Mac, Def Leopard. I crank up the volume and sing along—badly!
Thank you so much for being here today Wendy and good luck with your new book. Before you go, is there anything else you would like to tell your readers or have them know about you?
I do have one last thing I’d like to share. Much like Char, my protagonist, I LOVE to bake (and eat, hence the diet!). Since something is always “cooking” at Duke’s Cafe, the greasy spoon where Char hangs out, I’m constantly on the lookout for tasty recipes to feature on Duke’s menu as well as my website. I invite everyone who has a favorite dish to email me the recipe. Not only will you be entered in a monthly drawing for a fun gift, your winning dish (as judged by the men of Delaney Manor) could be featured in an upcoming book!
Thanks again, Kate! It was wonderful to join you today.
Thanks again, Wendy. I’ll be looking for the next book. Readers, you can read chapter one down below my review and be sure to leave a comment for Wendy to let her know what you think.
Wendy Delaney writes fun-filled cozy mysteries and is the author of Trudy, Madly, Deeply, which kicks off her Working Stiffs Mystery series (July 2013). A long-time member of Sisters in Crime, Romance Writers of America, and Mystery Writers of America, she’s a Food Network addict and pastry chef wannabe. When she’s not killing off story people she can be found on her treadmill, working off the calories from her latest culinary adventure. Wendy makes her home in the Seattle area with her husband and has two grown sons.
Human lie detector Charmaine Digby is having a bad year. After eating her way through a divorce, she’s out of work and up to her eyeballs in debt. In need of a life makeover Char comes home to the senior citizen haven of Port Merritt, Washington, and is ecstatic when she parlays her eye for lies into a job as the County Coroner’s new assistant. But her joy is short-lived when a hunky doctor at the hospital reports the suspicious death of Trudy, Port Merritt’s beloved Story Lady. Even more stunning, Trudy isn’t the only recent patient whose heart mysteriously stopped.
Is it mad to think that dear old Trudy could be the latest victim of a serial killer?
With no physical evidence of foul play, Char’s on the case, much to the irritation of Detective Steve Sixkiller, who doesn’t want her to stick her pretty nose for trouble in his investigation. But she’s a woman on a mission to uncover the truth, and she’d better keep her eyes open or the next body on the way to the morgue could be hers….
Usually I have read the book before I would invite an author on my blog. Or they come as part of a tour. But to invite an author whose book I had not yet read? Based on a cover? Oh my. What if I don’t like the book? Well I dodged that bullet. I loved the book. Hard to believe this is Wendy’s first. Well drawn characters, that for the most part you like. Tightly written plot. It has good character back story without letting it overshadow the mystery. Just enough so you want to see how the characters’ lives will progress and want to read the next mystery in the series. And well researched. I know because as I read a book, I always have Google at hand. Charmaine Digby being a “human lie detector” is not some amazing skill/superpower made up by the author. 1 in 1000 people have this skill, some to an amazing degree. I knew about eidetic memory but this is something I didn’t know about. And a cop named Steve Sixkiller? That struck me as a made up name, sort of to be funny in a cozy. Nope. I looked it up. A real name with a history in law enforcement. Wendy got the idea for the story from watching a piece on 60 minutes about an “angel of mercy” serial killer. Well she took that premise and ran with it and created a wonderful book which is the first in a series that I hope will have a very long run. I highly recommend this book. ♥♥♥♥♥
READ CHAPTER ONE
My life of crime began at seven twenty-eight this morning.
Nothing hard-core. But judging from the steely-eyed gaze Chimacam County Prosecutor, Francine “Frankie” Rickard, was leveling at me, I knew some hard time could be in my immediate future.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked as I entered her third floor office in the stately courthouse overlooking the Port Merritt waterfront.
She’d asked the question du jour-what I’d been asking myself ever since I hijacked her Friday morning doughnut order.
I’d been a good girl, never before prone to vigilante acts against pastry. But after a year without a regular paycheck, I was done with playing it safe.
I needed to make the most of this golden opportunity for some one-on-one time with my potential employer, so I shot Frankie my best smile and set the Duke’s Cafe bakery box on the corner of her oak desk. “Special delivery!”
Leaning back in her desk chair, she squinted at me over her wireframe bifocals. “Duke has you making deliveries now?” she asked, a wary glint in her slate-blue eyes.
In the last two decades, the population of the former mill boom town of Port Merritt, Washington, had dwindled to a tight-knit community of just over five thousand. Like Frankie, most everyone who frequented the waterfront was well-acquainted with my great-uncle, the Duke-Darrell Duquette, owner of Duke’s Cafe, the best breakfast and burger joint in town.
The fact that Duke had me around this summer for cheap, temporary labor was supposed to be working in this delivery girl’s favor. Instead, I felt like I’d been caught with a sticky-fingered hand in the tip jar.
“Deliveries, waiting tables. I’m just filling in wherever I’m needed until I can find something full-time,” I said, hoping she’d take the bait I was dangling in front of her.
Despite the August sunshine filtering through the arched window behind her, haloing her upswept auburn-gray hair, sixty-year-old Frankie didn’t look the least bit angelic as she folded her thin arms against the pleats of her cranberry-red jacket. “Well, I have to admit I’m disappointed, Charmaine. Since I could use someone with your . . . ability in this office, I’d hoped to entice you to work for me.”
My ability had earned me a local reputation that had been following me around like a chain-rattling ghost ever since Heather Beckett labeled me as a freak back in sixth grade. If it could also pay off in the form of a steady salary, I wasn’t too proud to do a little rattling of my own.
“You did. I submitted an application for the open position you told me about last week,” I said, trying to ignore the telltale quirk of irritation pulling at Frankie’s lips.
After completing the online application process, I’d spent the next ten days jumping at every ring of my cell phone like I was once again a teenager in need of a prom date. Much like fifteen years earlier, when Frankie called to ask me to babysit that Saturday night, my phone had rung just once about a job.
The offer had come from an old classmate who managed the Roadkill Grill, home of the You kill it-We grill it t-shirt that all the line cooks wore.
“Free t-shirts!” he said as if this were a coveted job perk that every thirty-four-year-old woman should have her sights set on.
Seriously, if I’m ever that desperate to save money on my wardrobe, I want someone to shoot me.
I met Frankie’s gaze, my heart pounding with anticipation. “But since I never heard anything back about the job . . .”
She puckered, accentuating the fine lines surrounding her frosted strawberry lips. “No one called you for an interview?”
I shook my head.
Frankie pushed back from her desk, rising to a height almost eye level to my five foot six with the aid of the two-inch heels on her taupe pumps. “Come with me.”
I followed her past the cluttered desks of two watchful assistants clicking on computer keyboards to a smaller office four doors down a threadbare hallway, where Ben Santiago sat in front of a laptop dwarfed by his massive mahogany desk.
“Ben,” Frankie said as she and I stood in the doorway. “May we interrupt you?”
It was obvious from the cordial smile that didn’t reach his hooded walnut brown eyes that the Deputy Criminal Prosecuting Attorney thought we already had.
Ben Santiago’s gaze tightened when it landed on me, making me regret opting for the ponytail instead of taking an extra ten minutes with my blow dryer to tame my raggedy brown mop of curls. At least my white chambray shirt was clean. If you didn’t count the smear of egg yolk on my right sleeve.
He removed his horn-rimmed glasses and pointed with them at the two black leather captain’s chairs facing his desk. “Please.”
The leather chairs appeared to be cheap and utilitarian, like they’d been ordered out of a discount office supply catalog along with the bank of black file cabinets to his right. Aside from the red tones in his desk, the worn rust-brown carpet, and the windowless eggshell-white wall featuring two sepia-tinted street scenes of Port Merritt in its late nineteenth century heyday, the monochrome office looked as warm and inviting as a loaf of five-day-old white bread.
And that included an unsmiling, fiftyish Ben Santiago-a burly, onyx-haired fireplug in an off-the-rack charcoal gray suit.
Frankie sat in the chair to my left. “Have you met Charmaine Digby?”
Standing a couple of inches taller than me, he reached across his desk and shook my hand with a firm, warm grip, projecting professionalism blended with a dollop of guarded disinterest. “Not officially.”
I’d served this guy lunch at Duke’s at least a dozen times in the last couple of months while I filled in for one of the waitresses on maternity leave. He took his coffee black, preferred ranch dressing with his fries, and wanted his double beef bacon cheeseburgers served without a side order of conversation, so I wasn’t surprised to hear I hadn’t made the grade of official acquaintance.
“Charmaine is interested in the level one assistant position we have open,” Frankie said.
Especially since it was the only employment nibble I’d had in the last nine weeks that didn’t require me to have Rocky Raccoon roadkill stretched over my C-cups.
Unfortunately, although Ben Santiago smiled and nodded, the crinkle of annoyance etched between his thick eyebrows suggested that I should ring my buddy to give him my shirt size.
“She’s the one I was telling you about, but it appears she was never called for an interview.” Frankie dismissively flicked a wrist. “Probably because of some clerical error.”
Ben’s mouth flatlined for a fraction of a second.
Clerical error, my ass. Clearly, some barrel-chested prosecuting attorney with a receding hairline had played a part in that error.
“Since you’ve been conducting the interviews, I thought you could take this opportunity to chat with her,” Frankie stated, making it abundantly apparent that an answer of no wasn’t advisable.
“Sure. I’d be happy to.” Ben sounded as enthusiastic as my then-husband the last time I suggested we head up to the Pacific Northwest and spend the holidays with my grandmother.
“I’ll sit in on this if you don’t mind.” Frankie smiled, folding her arms and sending her deputy prosecutor the none-too-subtle message that she didn’t care what he thought. “Just to expedite the process.”
With the tug of displeasure at the edge of his tan lips betraying his emotion like a tell in a poker game, Ben turned his attention to me, his pinstriped tie rising and falling with each deep breath he took.
“Charmaine, I’m sure you’re busy and need to get back to work, so what do you say we get right to it?”
Obviously, Frankie wasn’t the only one who wanted to do some expediting.
“Since I haven’t seen your resume . . . .” He glanced at Frankie like he wanted to convince her of that fact, making it ring less true. “Tell me about your work history, Charmaine, aside from being a waitress.”
“Most recently I worked as a process server for a private investigator in San Mateo, California.”
The PI was the father of a friend I met at culinary school. She and I had both worked in four-star restaurant pressure cookers-probably why she thought I could handle the door-to-door verbal abuse, usually inflicted by irate soon-to-be-ex-spouses, pissed at being served with notices to appear. But it had its upside. I got to exchange being yelled at by the resident kitchen czar for a daily dose of California sunshine while I waited for my divorce to become final.
“I did research and ran background checks,” I said, making sure that I hit some of the key duties of the level one assistant job description, “and I served as the assistant office manager.” Which meant that I was the low man on the totem pole in charge of picking up the PI’s dry-cleaning, but at least I had a title.
“And before that?” Ben asked, sounding like a food critic with zippo interest in the menu I’d just offered him.
“I co-managed an Italian bistro in San Francisco. Supervised the kitchen, handled the payroll.”
Actually, I collected the staff’s timecards and handed them over to my former mother-in-law, who wouldn’t let me touch her computer. But to get myself into an office at the courthouse, I figured a sprig of creative garnish could only help my cause.
A flicker of disdain at the corner of his pursed mouth signaled that I was wasting his time. No doubt because I’d served him a double beef bacon cheeseburger last week.
“Before that, I was a pastry chef for ten years,” I volunteered to cut to the chase.
Blowing out a breath, he stared at his boss as if she were forcing him to eat his vegetables.
“She has other skills, Ben,” Frankie stated. “One in particular that could come in very handy around here.”
The Criminal Prosecuting Attorney shot me a fake smile. “I’m sure you do.”
I hadn’t had this kind of confidence boost since my husband won a top chef contest on TV, then came home to announce that he was trimming the fat in his life-namely me.
Frankie peered at me over her bifocals. “You’d better show him.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t the first time someone had trotted me out as if I were their trick poodle, but I could guarantee this guy wasn’t going to like the show.
I scooted my chair closer to sit directly across from Ben Santiago, and he scowled like I was invading his space.
“Is this going to take long?” he asked Frankie. “I’m due in court in ten minutes.”
Doubtful. Until now he’d shown no indication that he was in a hurry. No surreptitious glances at his wristwatch. Nothing.
“Sorry, Mr. Santiago, but I think the truth is that you just want me out of here.”
Getting into a man’s face and calling him a liar is a lot like poking a bear-often not good for the one doing the poking. Since I didn’t want the grizzly behind the desk to toss me out of his office, I thought it best not to use too sharp a stick.
His tie slowly rose and fell while a crease between his thick black brows punctuated his thoughts.
“I see that I’m right about when you’re needed in court,” I said.
“I’ll mention that to the judge when I see him.”
“When? In an hour or two?” I was guessing, taking a wild swing with my stick.
His eyes narrowed into a squint worthy of Dirty Harry.
Bingo. “Right again, huh?”
“I see what you’re trying to do, but trust me, I don’t have time for games.”
“Really? You seemed to be playing one earlier when you said that you hadn’t seen my resume.”
His tie stopped moving. “I-”
“Lied to me. You saw that I lacked the depth of experience you’re looking for, and you didn’t want to waste any more time on me. Would you like to tell me I’m wrong?”
His lips thinned. “You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
Not lately. But I still had faith in my bullshit barometer. “I’m only telling you how I’m reading you.”
He tapped a thick index finger several beats against the surface of his desk. “Listen, I appreciate that you have . . . some skills,” he said with a headshake that told me otherwise. “And this is nothing personal, but-”
“Nope. Sorry. I think it’s very personal and has a lot to do with the fact that I’m the one who’s been taking your lunch orders at Duke’s.”
“That has nothing to do with this.”
His mouth quirked. “Okay, maybe it has a little bit to do with it. A waitress isn’t exactly a natural fit for someone working in this office.”
I couldn’t disagree with him. “But I’m a natural at identifying deceit. I’ve been shown hundreds of interviews and correctly interpreted thousands of flashes of expression in two university studies to prove it.”
I’d participated in the deception detection studies as a favor to my former sister-in-law, who was working on her doctoral thesis in clinical psychology, but the results validated Heather Beckett’s claim. Compared to the perceptive abilities of the average person, I really was a bit of a freak.
Ben’s eyebrows arched with interest. “That may be true,” he said, “but-”
“I’m a hard worker and a quick study.” I would have added that only one percent of the population had my level of deception detection accuracy, but I didn’t want to sound like a used car salesman trying to make a hard sell. “I might fit in better than you think.”
The look he gave his boss told me that he still wasn’t sold.
“You already know how I feel about this,” Frankie said. “But as head of the Criminal Division, your team would also work with her, so it needs to be a joint decision.”
He leaned back, his desk chair creaking under his weight as his gaze swept over me.
I placed my hand over the yolk stain on my sleeve. “I’m good at what I do, Mr. Santiago.” Despite all appearances to the contrary.
The pinstripes on his chest rose and fell. “Call me Ben. And we’ll see about how good you are.”
Not the most enthusiastic job offer I’d ever received, but every fiber in my being was singing a hallelujah chorus.
He looked at Frankie. “Thirty-day trial?”
“Fine,” she agreed without hesitation.
Ben shrugged. “Then it looks like you just found yourself a new assistant.”
38 thoughts on “Visiting with Wendy Delaney, author of Trudy, Madly, Deeply”
Thank you, Kate! I’d like to give away a copy of Trudy, Madly, Deeply (ebook) to one lucky commenter, so be sure to let us know that you stopped by! 🙂
This book sounds great. Thanks for the chance to win.
Thanks, Nancy! You’re now entered in the drawing. 🙂
Looks like the kind of book I’d have fun reading. I enjoyed the interview.
Thanks for stopping by, Jody! You’re in the “hat” for a copy of TMD. 🙂
Now I need to start thinking of a recipe that would look good on Duke’s menu! The book sounds great and yes, I think the cover art makes you want to read the book inside.
Great to see you here, Celeste! I have to admit–I love my cover! I know I’m a very lucky girl to have found such a great artist.
Thanks for visiting, Nancy, Jody, & Celeste!
I sure had fun writing the book. My hope is that you’ll have just as much fun reading it, Jody! 😀
Celeste, I’m ALWAYS on the hunt for new recipes, so be sure to send your favorites my way! Thanks!
That’s a great cover,
Thanks, Dick! I couldn’t be happier with how the cover turned out.
What a great interview!!! I have read this book already and it is such a fun story and recommend it to everybody! The cover definitely fits and catches your eye. Looking forward to the next book in this awesome series! Now I have to go and look up some recipes 🙂
Denise, thanks so much for the visit and for your wonderful feedback! I hope you find some yummy recipes for me and Char to try. I’d love to feature them in a future book! 🙂
We thought “Trudy, Madly, Deeply” was an “absolutely wonderful” read! We are happy to hear the Wendy plans on writing full time!
Hello to my friends at Chanticleer! Thanks so much for stopping by! I should mention that TMD is a finalist in the Chanticleer Mystery & Mayhem Fiction contest along with some truly excellent books. I’m very honored that my debut novel is keeping such illustrious company. 🙂
Kate, I love the cover and really appreciate the opportunity to read an excerpt of Wendy’s book. You’ve done a lovely job of interviewing and making it feel like a real conversation between reader and author. I will be follwing your blog. 🙂
Best of luck to Wendy on the release of her first book. I hope this will be a long and successful career.
Thank you so much Laurel. Wendy and I appreciate you stopping by. And there are some other really great authors stopping by in the next few months as well.
Thank you, Laurel! I’m happy you enjoyed the interview. Kate’s great and a talented writer/interviewer. I count myself very lucky as a new author to have had a cover that caught her eye.
Thanks again for stopping by! 🙂
It seems like mystery writers are great eaters as are we mystery readers. Fun and looking forward to the recipes that get posted Wendy. Like the backgrounder on characters in chapter one, just enough detail and tone setting. I can guess there might be something coming up with Char and Ben but maybe not, which is great too. I don’t feel that I can guess what is going to happen in chapter 2 before I get there. Good luck.
C-girl, I think you’re right about a lot of us who like to curl up with a good book. We usually have a cup of coffee or tea with us (wine works too!) and in my case, a snack. Hey, I need to keep my strength up while my nose is deep in my book, right?
Glad you liked chapter one. Thanks for leaving a comment. You and everyone who commented today are in the book drawing, so chapter 2 could be available to you to read very soon! 🙂
All of you who read this interview should immediately head over to Amazon and get this book. It’s a great, fun read and I highly recommend it. Loved the interview, Kate, always fun to find out more about one of my new favorite authors.
Glad you liked it Bob. And you are right about the book, it is a great read. I can’t wait for Wendy’s next book.
Thanks so much, Kate! I appreciate the kind words, the fabulous book review, and your graciousness in hosting me today.
Well you just hurry up and get the next book out and I’ll expect you back then.
Thanks for stopping by, Bob! And wow! If ever I need a recommendation for one of my books, I’m going to send people your way! – Thank you!!! 🙂
Wonderful interview! It was a fun read and I also love the cover. Looking forward to your next book.
Thank you for the very nice feedback, Diane! I’m so glad you enjoyed TMD! 🙂
Check my website in the next couple of months for info about the next book, plus I’ll post updates about it on Facebook.
And the winner of a copy of Trudy, Madly, Deeply, book one of my Working Stiffs Mystery series, is Jody Crocker!
Thank you all for visiting. Thank you, Kate, for the thoughtful interview!
Sounds great, I would love to read. Please enter me for free ebook.
It’s been added to my wishlist 🙂 Can’t wait to read it!
Thanks for stopping by, Sescilj & Becka! We’ve had the drawing for the book, but there will be more opportunities to win a free copy next month. Over the next few weeks, check in with Great Escapes Book Tours for more information about my book and other wonderful reads! http://www.escapewithdollycas.com/great-escapes-virtual-book-tours/
I love this book! Thank you for the interesting and fun interview. –Ann Charles
That’s great praise coming from you, Ann. Wendy really did a fantastic job with the book. I can’t wait for her next one – or yours.
Thanks for visiting, Ann! For those who don’t know, Ann is my critique partner and a fellow Corvallis Press author who writes the wonderful Deadwood Mystery Series and Jackrabbit Junction Mystery Series books. If you haven’t read her books, what are you waiting for?!? They’re wonderful page-turners that I highly recommend!
Wendy darling, congrats on your release! I am so delight for you and can’t wait to read Trudy!!!
Thank you, my friend, Sabrina! I’m so happy you stopped by to join in the fun here at Kate’s blog. I can only hope that you have half the fun reading TMD that I have reading your books! 🙂
Ann Charles was my friend before she was Ann Charles. I bought your book immediately after she mentioned it (because she always says what a great person you are, not to mention what a good writer you are) and I will be reading it very soon (got caught up in a series and HAVE to finish the last two books in that series before I move on). I am looking forward to reading your book as the comments in the Ann Charles’ Purple Door Saloon have been great! It’s burning up my Kindle, waiting for me to start it. Glad to hear you’re quitting your day job soon – I think it’s the best thing Ann ever did for herself.
Awww…Jody, thanks so much for the kind words. I’m glad to see I’m not the only one with a smoldering Kindle. It seems like every day I add 4 more books to my TBR pile!
I hope you’ll let me know what you think of “Trudy.”
Thanks for stopping by and I’ll see you in the Purple Door Saloon! 🙂
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