1.)
What genre do you typically read? Why?
I read a variety of genres and am usually somewhere
in the middle of three books. I read according to my mood. Right now, “And Then
There Were None” by Agatha Christie, Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins
Reid, and The Bookstore Sisters by Alice Hoffman are my books of choice.
2.)
Share a favourite childhood memory.
Summer has arrived along with countless fond
memories spent at Nantasket Beach in Hull, MA. Too hot? Head for the ocean. In
the mood for roller coasters and cotton candy? Paragon Park was only steps away
from the beach.
3.)
Do you have any shameless addictions? ie. Tea, Books,
Shoes, Clothes?
All of the above. Few activities are more
relaxing that sitting by a fire with a cup of tea and an unputdownable book.
Online shopping for clothes and shoes that rarely make it out of my shopping
cart is a close second.
4.)
What do you think is the biggest challenge of writing
a new book?
For me, typing the first few lines is always
dauting. Those sentences represent my commitment to another story.
5.)
Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages a day?
If I find myself procrastinating, I give myself
a word count to hit by a specified time of day until I’m back in a routine.
6.)
What are your thoughts on writing a book series?
A Sour Note is the first book in the Music Box
Mystery series. A connection to characters and setting is a must when building
a series. The author needs to be fully invested in that world.
On the heels of a public,
broken engagement, Maeve Cleary returns to her childhood home in Hampton Beach,
NH. When a dead body turns up behind her mother’s music school, three old
friends land on the suspect list. Licking her wounds soon takes a back seat to
outrunning the paparazzi who spin into a frenzy, casting her in a cloud of
suspicion. Maeve juggles her high school sweetheart, a cousin with a touch of
clairvoyance, a no-nonsense detective, and an apologetic, two-timing ex-fiancé.
Will the negative publicity impact business at the Music Box— the very place
she’d hoped to make a fresh start?
EXCERPT:
With his mouth
set in a grim line, he waited.
If anyone else
had enough nerve to presume she owed them an explanation, she would respond with
a solid mind your own business. Instead, the seventeen-year-old still inside
her refused to tell him to get lost. “He was hiding money in his office.” This
was one of those times when learning how to wait a few beats before blurting
out inflammatory information would come in handy. Each second of passing
silence decreased her ability to breathe in the confined space. She turned the
ignition and switched on the air conditioner.
“How do you
know?” His volume just above a whisper, each dragged-out word hung in the air.
“I found it.”
“When were you in
his office?” He swiped at a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face,
then positioned a vent toward him.
“Last night.”
When would she learn to bite her tongue? Finn’s switch from rapid-fire scolding
to slow, deliberate questioning left her unable to swallow over the sandpaper
lump in her throat.
“Where was Vic?”
She stared at the
back of the building, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut. “He’d left for the
night.” If she averted her gaze, she could pretend his eyeballs weren’t bugging
out of his head, and his jaw didn’t need a crane to haul it off his chest.
“You were at the
town hall after hours? Did anyone see you?”
“A custodian
opened his door for me.” She snuck a glance. Sure enough, features contorted in
shock and horror replaced his boy-next-door good looks.
A native of New England, Jill lives with her family and three well-loved cats. When not planning lessons or reading and writing, she can be found spending time with her family, trying out new restaurants, traveling, and going on light hikes.
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