Ronnie Raven and The Death of Freud by K.B. Gibson

People often express surprise upon learning that I’m a psychology professor. That disbelief could be hurtful—if you cared what other people think–which I don’t. But I am curious. Is it unbelievable because I lack a tweed fetish? Sorry, jeans are infinitely more...

A Day in the Life of Sophie Mae Ambrose by Cricket McRae

My days start early, at dawn or well before depending on the season. My husband, Barr, stirs awake beside me unless he’s already left for work or hasn’t even made it home yet. The hours of a police detective can get a little crazy even in a small town like Cadyville,...

A Note from Kate Collins

Dear Readers, I asked Marco to write a blog for you, but he declined, claiming he was a man of action, not words. (I think Abby Knight would agree.) But I did get him to sit down for an interview. Here is your peek into the workings of a hunky hot PI’s mind. Kate: I...

A Word From Miss Penny by L. A. Kornetsky

I sleep where I want, and go where I want. But most of the time, I’m drawn to the Busy Place. That’s where Theodore works. The Busy Place doesn’t actually get busy until well into the afternoon. Someone unlocks the door, turns on the lights, starts up the machines...