Routine is good, especially at my age (not quite ready to collect social-security, but getting a little too close to that precipice for comfort.) My day begins with morning coffee while reading the paper the old-fashioned way (something about the tactile sensation of turning those huge pages). Next, I fire up my iPad to check my VISA statement online. I found that is the best way know what my three grown children are up to. They are only supposed to use the joint card for emergencies—and some could argue that a Starbucks run to get through a late-night study session at medical school is an emergency—but I like to think they at least think of me when the swipe it. Late mornings find me at the gym with my BFF Tasha. I volunteer in the afternoons at the elementary school helping children learn to read. Evenings find me watching old movies on TCM while snacking on Moose Munch or some other guilty pleasure. Life was good.

WAS being the operative word.

Last year I walked into my husband’s office and saw something I can never un-see. We are now divorced. He got the large, stone house nestled in a bend on the Gaddams River, along with all the furnishings, and all of the memories of our 20 years together there. I got my books, my favorite kitchen gadgets, and my freedom. Small comfort that I also got a decent financial settlement. I moved into an apartment on the 13th floor, overlooking the 17th hole in the new country club community. This bird’s-eye view gave me a new perspective on life, yet I found myself in the same old rut…I mean routine.

Then I had this bright idea to re-invent myself. Call it a mid-life crisis, call in a post-divorce tailspin, call it just plain crazy! Honestly, there is no explanation as to why I packed up my worldly belongings and drove off in search of a new me.

I figured the best way to contemplate life involved long walks on the beach, followed by viewing sunsets over the water while sipping a favorite merlot. Based on Internet pictures, I’d rented the cutest pink cottage that was a flip-flop’s throw of the Chesapeake Bay. In hindsight, that was the stupidest thing I ever could have done, signing a long-term lease on something sight unseen. I was horrified when I pulled into the neighborhood to find over a dozen abandon houses. There was hope at the end of the street. One lone cottage occupied by a little old lady whom you wouldn’t expect to hurt a fly. A new best friend? I hoped!

But our first chat over triple-chocolate cupcakes had me wishing I had never left my routine in search of adventure. I was sooooo not cut out for adventure. And yet that’s exactly what I found myself up to my receding hairline in, adventure that began when my new neighbor admitted to me that she’d killed a man.

You can read about my adventure in the new novella, Home is Where you Hang your Flip Flops, written by my friend Jayne Ormerod. It’s available in e-book. The printed version is included in a collection of cozy mysteries set along the shore. In Goin’ Coastal, you get four stories. It turns out I’m not the only middle-aged woman who has a nose for trouble, as each story features a different amateur sleuth. But it makes me wonder what kind of company Jayne keeps if she’s telling the stories of all these women who happen to stumble across dead bodies!


Giveaway: Leave a comment below for your chance to win copy of Goin’ Coastal, either Kindle/Nook (open to everyone) or print (U.S. residents only), winner’s choice. The giveaway will end January 2, 2019. Good luck everyone!


You can read more about Sydney in Home is Where you Hang your Flip Flops, one of the four novellas in the anthology, Goin’ Coastal.

All is not quiet on the coastal front as dead bodies emerge, marring these idyllic seaside escapes. Enter four intrepid sleuths who hit the sandy shores in search of clues, leaving not a single grain of sand unturned in pursuit of truth, justice, and the occasional adult beverage. Goin’ Coastal is a collection of two novellas and two short stories that have two things in common; a coastal setting and a gruesome murder. The following stories are included:

Home is Where You Hang Your Flip Flops” searches for the details of a decades-old murder.

Down by the Bay” connects a woman with a home she lived in as a child, a house that holds many secrets.

Seas the Day” finds two women involved in a crazy plot to frame an ex-husband for murder, but the script flips and they end up framing themselves.

The Tide Also Rises” shows how a quiet summer by the shore can turn deadly when you delve into a past someone would rather stay buried.

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About the author
Jayne Ormerod grew up in a small Ohio town and attended a small-town Ohio college. Upon earning her accountancy degree, she became a CIA (that’s not a sexy spy thing, but a Certified Internal Auditor). She married a naval officer, and off they sailed to see the world. After nineteen moves, they, along with their two rescue dogs Tiller and Scout, settled in a cottage by the Chesapeake Bay. Jayne writes cozy mysteries about small towns with beach settings. You can read more about Jayne and her many publications at JayneOrmerod.com.

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