November Releases

Kate Collins
Florist Grump

JoAnna Carl
The Chocolate Falcon Fraud

Kate Carlisle
Crowned and Moldering

Jean Flowers
Death Takes Priority

Victoria Hamilton
White Colander Crime

Elizabeth Lee
Nuts and Buried

Ellery Adams
Writing All Wrongs

Livia J. Washburn
The Candy Cane Cupcake Killer

JoAnna Carl
The Chocolate Clown Corpse

Victoria Thompson
Murder on St. Nicholas Avenue

T. C. LoTempio
Claws for Alarm

Jenn McKinlay
A Likely Story

Amanda Lee
The Stitching Hour

Sally Goldenbaum
Trimmed with Murder

Vicki Delany
Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen

Susannah Hardy
Olive and Let Die

Ali Brandon
Plot Boiler

Betty Hechtman
Knot Guilty

Karoline Barrett
Bun for Your Life

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Laura DiSilverio

Laura DiSilverio

Pseudonym for Ella Barrick.

My life began, from a writing perspective, when I went to college. That’s not to say I didn’t write stories before then. I did. I’ve always written and, in my elementary years, illustrated stories. My tales always featured horses and princesses I could render with flowing manes of hair. Anyway, when I say my writing life didn’t begin until college, that’s because my home life was so overwhelmingly normal and angst-free: no family divorces, no abuse, no felons, no deaths, no drugs or alcohol, no shop-lifting or sex parties to win peer approval. (Have you heard what 12-year-olds are up to today? I shudder.) My father was an Air Force pilot and we moved a lot, living in Georgia, Texas, Washington, the Philippines, and Oklahoma before I was out of high-school, but I liked the peripatetic lifestyle.

I wrote my first novel for a creative writing class at Trinity University. Professor Bob Flynn inspired me and heroically refrained from gagging when reading the contemporary romance I titled “Jeweled Torment.” That manuscript is buried in a box in the garage, along with the Regency romance I wrote shortly after joining the Air Force. I concentrated on becoming a good intelligence officer for many years before doing any more significant writing. I served with an F-16 wing in Korea, helped resolve reports of live-sightings of Vietnam prisoners of war while working out of the embassy in Bangkok, pushed paper at the Defense Intelligence Agency, earned my Master’s degree at the University of Pennsylvania, taught English for three years at the Air Force Academy, learned cool things about satellites (none of which I can ever write about) at the National Reconnaissance Office, attended various professional schools, did my time in the Pentagon, commanded a squadron in England, and ended up in Colorado. Along the way, I married my wonderful husband and produced two beautiful children who re-defined what is important in life. A moment of Holy Spirit-guided epiphany in Elliot’s Bay bookstore in Seattle convinced me it was time to embark on writing and mothering full time. I retired from the Air Force in late 2004.

My motto? Never, never, never, give up. I’m also fond of the saying that sits on my desk beneath a photo of a sailboat on the sea: “You cannot discover new worlds unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”

I discover new worlds all the time in my writing and I give thanks every day for being able to pursue my passion.

The Readaholics and the Poirot Puzzle, December 2015
The Readaholics and the Falcon Fiasco, April 2015
Malled to Death, April 2013
All Sales Fatal, May 2012
Die Buying, August 2011

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