This weekend I was one of 45 authors to participate in the Sacramento Library Foundation’s “Authors on the Move” fundraising event. They raised over
I love speaking to kids. They’re usually attentive, interested, and full of questions. So when the opportunity arose to speak during Writer’s Week at my ol
Please welcome guest blogger Piper Bayard … a terrific writer and friend! I love her Bayard & Holmes newsletter and her mostly fun, but sometimes serious, bl
I was an only child. Wherever my mom went, so did I. My grandparents took me camping often in their trailer, and my grandpa had a cabin in Woodside where I spent many,
Allison here: I met J.T. Ellison first online in 2006, then in person at the first Thrillerfest in Arizona. She’d asked me to blurb her debut novel, All the Pret
I wrote this little story nearly four years ago for BLOOD LITE II: OVERBITE, the Horror Writers Association anthology. I was very pleased with the quality of al
Please welcome Murder She Writes alum Roxanne St. Claire for the day! I am so excited she’s here at the new site. Rocki and I have been friends for yearsR
I’m back from Oregon! I had a wonderful time with my mom and daughter visiting Southern Oregon University. Kelly likes the school. I don’t know if it’
It’s finally here. The new Murder She Writes website. And my new author photo. What do you think? I loved our last site, but because it’s now just me, I wa
A little bit of BSP … “Maximum Exposure,” the Max Revere prequel, will be out 3 weeks from today. It’s available for pre-order for Kindle, Nook
It’s not your parents’ family TV time.
Case in point: In our household the family gathers around the boob tube for Breaking Bad.
But now that it is over, Son and I have been channel-surfing for other shows to watch together. (I refuse to watch sports, whereas he’ll only lift his head during Devious Maids when one of the leads appears in something sexy.)
Believe it or not, we’ve found common ground in Castle.
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I’ve never done Comic Con–the Sci-Fi and fantasy fan convention–although there are times when I wish I had.
Seriously, I have no excuse for sitting it out. These events happen all over the country–all over the world, in fact–all year long.
It’s like Halloween, for adults. Okay, make that adults who are kids at heart.
Nothing wrong with that.
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Detroit has brought back the Dodge Dart. I had one of those, a long, long time ago–in fact, it was a 1966 model, which I shared with my year-older sister It was purchased for $600 of a summer’s worth of babysitting earnings.
When I was growing up in Georgia, you could get your driving learner’s permit at fifteen, and your driver’s license at sixteen. For teenagers growing up in a split level suburbia that only a few years before had been cow pastures , this rite of passage was a necessary evil for taking in the bright lights of the big city some thirty miles away: Atlanta.
A Dodge Dart was my second car, too. When my sister totaled the first one, I got a shot at crashing the second one.
What can I say? Fast women and country roads. There’s got to be a song in that.
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Like many of us, I was weened on Nancy Drew, not to mentionThe Hardy Boys, Cherry Ames (she was the nurse sleuth) and a family of children with two sets of twins The Bobbsey Twins–
But how, and when, did I make the leap to adult mysteries?
Recently I tried to reach back into the deep, dark recesses of my mind, in the hope of remembering the who, what, when, where and how…
But of course: Sherlock Holmes.
Martin and I took a walk yesterday, to San Francisco National Cemetery in the Presidio. There were over 30,000 thousand flags snapping in the brisk wind: one on each grave, others on the many flagpoles that dot this beautiful 29-acre park, overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge.
On the way there, we talked about our projects. We are writers who work out of our home. Despite the proximity of our workplace, the actual act of what we do is a solitary endeavor. These walks are the way in which we catch up.
Like our walks, our conversations take winding paths. Because of our destination, our conversation turned to the soldiers we knew and our hopes and prayers for their safety. In fact, one’s mother is someone you know, too: Karin Tabke.
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Allison Brennan is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of twenty romantic thrillers and mysteries, including the Lucy Kincaid series and the upcoming Max Revere series. She lives in Northern California with her husband and five children.
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Two years before the events in Notorious, Max travels to Colorado Springs to investigate the disappearance of a college student. Frustrated over the lack of interest from both friends of the victim and campus authorities, Max tags along with the leader of search and rescue and his dog through the beautiful and deadly Rocky Mountains in the hopes of finding answers. Every answer she finds leads to more questions--questions neither the police nor the college want Max asking.
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