December Releases



T. C. LoTempio
Meow If It's Murder


Duffy Brown
Geared for the Grave








Rebecca M. Hale
Aground on St. Thomas


Lucy Burdette
Death With All the Trimmings








Joyce and Jim Lavene
Spell Booked


E. J. Copperman
Inspector Specter








Ann Purser
Suspicion at Seven


Laura Childs
Scorched Eggs








Juliet Blackwell
Keeper of the Castle


Krista Davis
The Ghost and Mrs. Mewer








Cleo Coyle
Once Upon a Grind


Laura Childs
Eggs in a Casket








Ann Purser
Scandal at Six


Hy Conrad
Mr. Monk Is Open For Business








Isabella Alan
Murder, Served Simply



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Laura Alden
http://www.lauraalden.com


Laura Alden

Pseudonym: Laurie Cass.

I grew up in Grand Haven, Michigan, where I spent summers picking blueberries and winters falling down on skis.

In the early 80’s I graduated from Eastern Michigan University with a Bachelor of Science degree in geology. While my pursuit of the degree was interesting, a knowledge of how biaxial crystals behave in convergent polarized light has proven completely useless in my various careers. Ah, well.

Except for a year spent in Connecticut, I’ve lived in Michigan all my life. Currently, I live on a lake with my husband and two cats. Which means I now spend winters and summers falling down on skis.

My Life as a Writer

Once upon a time, I won an elementary school poetry contest. The prize was getting up in front of the entire school to read my poem aloud. If the intention was to frighten me from publicly admitting I wrote, it worked like a charm.

The B minus in my college creative writing class didn’t help.

Despite a lifetime of rapacious reading, writing my own novel didn’t occur to me until the ripe old age of thirty seven. I’d just left a management job and taken a position in which I had very few responsibilities. Within two months, I was writing daily, devouring books on writing, soaking up Julia Cameron’s three pages a day advice and following Robert Ray’s schedule in The Weekend Novelist.

A year later, I had a novel in hand — a romance with elements of mysticism. I told the tale of Cinderella after the ball. I wrote of disparate cultures and loneliness and hard-won joy. I wrote and wrote and wrote.

And it was rotten. But, hey, I’d finished a novel! And I don’t read that many romances, anyway. I chose that genre only because I thought it would be easier (hah!) than writing what I love to read. Mysteries.

So I wrote book number 2. A mystery. That, too, sucked. Not as badly as my failed romance, but a sucky book is a sucky book. Next!

(For books number 3 and 4, see above paragraph.)

Numbers 5 and 6, a thriller and a mainstream novel, do not suck. I have high hopes for both books. With any luck an agent and a publisher will think so, too.

Books:
Poison at the PTA, February 2014
Curse of the PTA, April 2013
Plotting at the PTA, July 2012
Foul Play at the PTA, July 2011
Murder at the PTA, October 2010






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