Hoover Winston by Annelise Ryan

Mattie Winston as seen through the eyes (and nose!) of her dog, Hoover My name is Hoover and I’m a dog. I share a house with two cats and a human named Mattie Winston. I don’t much like cats, but one was already here when my mistress brought me home. She calls him...

On The Move With Vicky Andrews by L. A. Frazier

Hi, my name is Vicky Andrews. I’m in my forties and a newly-divorced mom of three teenagers. One is away at college, but that doesn’t mean I worry any less about him than the others—in some ways, I worry more! Until lately, my life has been pretty mundane. Like all...

Talking with Willow McQuade by Chrystle Fiedler

Since the focus of Scent to Kill, the new book that my good friend Chrystle Fiedler wrote about my latest adventure features aromatherapy tips. I thought I’d share some with you. First though, let me tell you about the book which chronicles my efforts to find out who...

Tess Tremaine’s Day by Amy Metz

7 a.m. My day begins with the birds singing. Not like Snow White or anything, just the birds outside my window. Before my feet hit the floor, I check my email on my laptop. I can’t dawdle too long—I have to be at work at nine-thirty, and I want to make muffins to take...

Working Homicides with Jackson by L.J. Sellers

“Detective Jackson, Eugene Police Department.” That’s how I introduce myself to witnesses and suspects, so that’s why this series is called the Detective Jackson series and not the Wade Jackson series. No one calls me Wade, except my girlfriend...

A Chat With Sadie Novak by Wendy Roberts

Hi. I’m Sadie Novak. I run a trauma clean company called Scene-2-Clean. Chances are good that if we’ve met recently, it means you’ve lost someone in a violent manner and you need someone with blood borne pathogen training to do the cleanup. Either that, or you’re a...