Oct 6, 2020 | A Day In My Life
If I were at home, in the fine large house my husband, Kit Wainfleet, purchased in Holborn after we were wed, I would be breaking my fast with good ale made from clean water. I’d be served the finest manchet bread money can buy and there would be cheese and...
Oct 3, 2020 | A Day In My Life
Footsteps crunch through the underbrush. I freeze to listen, despite the patter of rain overhead, and wipe my hands down my frosting-speckled apron. “Violet?” Laurel breaks my concentration as she comes out of her birthday party to check on me as I take a break....
Oct 1, 2020 | A Day In My Life
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” or as I would write in steno, SKWRA*EUPBLG. What’s steno you ask? My immediate response is to say it’s the curious little language that has earned me a front row seat to my town’s most heinous crimes. But in actuality, steno—also...
Sep 30, 2020 | A Day In My Life
Women’s Club Manager, Amateur Detective, Reluctant Medium I never thought it would be simple to run the business side of a grand women’s club in an old mansion. Scheduling activities from card games to book discussions, handling the restaurant open to members and...
Sep 29, 2020 | A Day In My Life
The first thing you might be wondering is how I ended up in Christmastown. Typical story, really. Widowed thirty-something running her own business—in my case the charming Coast Inn located on the Oregon coast—meets tall, broodingly handsome stranger on vacation. They...
Sep 28, 2020 | A Day In My Life
Robbie Jordan here, waving hi from South Lick, Indiana! I’m feeling blessed our little town hasn’t had a murder in a whole year. Sure, I got involved in one last winter in California, but here we are in early December and life is peaceful. I’ve been decorating my...
