Showing posts with label Southern Beauty Shop mystery series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Southern Beauty Shop mystery series. Show all posts

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!


Dictated to "Lila Dare", by Grace Ann Terhune, star of Wave Good-Bye: A Southern Beauty Shop Mystery (March/2013/Berkley)



Just because she's married, and has two kids, my sister Alice Rose thinks she's the queen of the world. I think she should stick her crown where the sun doesn't shine. I invited her over to my apartment for pizza and beer to discuss what we were doing on Thanksgiving. Otherwise, she would have planned the whole shootin' match and sent me a memo. For the most part our negotiations were going well, until I explained to her about my dietary limitations.

"Look," I said, "I'm not telling you not to cook a turkey. I'm just saying that I won't be taking any turkey leftovers home, so don't go hog-wild."

"Why not?" she asked, all huffy. "Are you insinuating there's something wrong with my turkey-cooking ability? Honest to heck, Grace Ann Terhune, my white meat is moist, my skin crackles to perfection, and Wade even says I cook a better bird than his mama, and that's going some."

Brother. She had to go drag Wade into it. That was dragging out the big guns. It was the sort of "You might be older, Grace Ann, but I have a husband sort of nastiness" I expected from her.

"Calm down," I said, making placating motions with my hands. "Ever since Sam. I. Am. came into my life, I've quit eating poultry,"

She squinted at me. She's got our mother's blue eyes and platinum blond hair, whereas I have to put highlights in mine or risk being called "dirty blond." After a good long, squint, she said, "Are you telling me that out of deference to a parakeet, you no longer eat poultry? Is that really what you said?"

"Yes, ma'am. You heard me right."

"Fine," she slapped my table top. "Then you better cook a lot of veggies you like, because you know my boys won't eat veggies, and so I don't make them!"

That was true. Logan and Owen's idea of a vegetable was a bottle of ketchup.

"Got it!" and after that, the rest of our conversation went swimmingly, probably because I opened a Budweiser for her, and since she doesn't usually drink much, she got pretty schnockered.

Of course, my veggies were so good the boys had to have seconds. Don't you know I relished every minute of that! (Pun intended!):

Grace Ann Terhune's Squished Squash

1. Peel one butternut squash and cut into small chunks. Toss with olive oil and bake in 350 degree oven until soft. Some parts will be crispy. That's great!

2. Chop up one Vidalia sweet onion. Cook it slowly until it's translucent. Add equal portions of maple syrup and apple cider vinegar. Continue to cook until mushy.

3. Combine squash and sweet onion mixture. Serve on toasted slices of French bread.

From our house to yours, have a Happy Thanksgiving and don't let the turkeys get you down!

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Wave Goodbye




I've never written under a pseudonym, but when the chance came to write something a little different, I jumped at it. And so, Dear Reader, I am now "Lila Dare." 

Wave Goodbye is the fourth book in the Southern Beauty Shop Mystery Series. The protagonist is a spunky 30-something named Grace Ann Terhune. Since I really am a Southern girl at heart, I had lots of fun dredging up "southernisms" for this book. You can pre-order a copy here.

The release date is March 5, 2013, so I'll have books coming out in March, April (Death of a Dowager/Book #2 The Jane Eyre Chronicles), and May (Picture, Perfect, Corpse/Book #6 in the Kiki Lowenstein Mystery Series). I have to admit that I'm feeling a wee bit burned out!

Here's the official summary of the plot of Wave Goodbye:


St. Elizabeth, Georgia, offers charm, Southern hospitality—and the occasional murder. This time, when a new hair salon tries to steal business, it’s someone’s life that gets cut short…

Violetta’s salon is up in arms. Business is dead. Snippets, a big box haircutting chain, has opened in St. Elizabeth, undercutting prices and luring away loyal customers. Violetta’s daughter, hairdresser Grace Terhune, is shocked to discover that it’s her old high school rival Lisa Butterworth who’s behind the big sweep—and Grace isn’t going to take this sitting down. Snippets’ cold-blooded prized manager is doing wonders with Violetta’s client list. According to Lisa, it’s just business—until a bitter confrontation leaves Grace more than frustrated, and Lisa less than alive. Now Grace is the prime suspect in her rival’s murder. And only her friends at Violetta’s can save her—before the charge proves permanent.


BEAUTY TIPS AND TRICKS INCLUDED!


Sunday, June 17, 2012

RECALCULATE


I love it when the GPS says that. RECALCULATE. My friend Irene Ziegler actually is the   voice of many GPS gizmos. She says, "The trick is not to sound condescending when you say RECALCULATE." I must have asked her to say RECALCULATE twenty times because it totally cracked me up.

Nell Booker's first work as an illustrator, ever, was to create drawings for  an edition of Jane Eyre. This is her vision of Jane writing her "autobiography."
That one word makes total sense to me. Now and again, we all need to stop and RECALCULATE.

Today I turned in Book #4 in the Southern Beauty Shop series. Another author wrote Books 1-3, under the name of “Lila Dare.” So now, I’m “Lila Dare,” at least when it comes to this series. (Although I don’t know if they’ll want a Book #5, so we’ll see or maybe we'll RECALCULATE.)

I’m awaiting the contract for Book #6 in the Kiki Lowenstein series. Once that's done, I'll step back and RECALCULATE where the series is going and whether I want to continue.

Death of a Schoolgirl will launch August 7. So far, the two reviewers who’ve seen it have been very generous in their praise. I think the concept is good. But who knows? There’s so much of this business that’s out of the author’s hands. I've already turned in Book #2, Death of a Dowager.  Now it's up to the marketplace. If it's a bust, then I'll step back and move to Plan B. I have no intention of ever quitting writing. 

Today, Sunday, is Father's Day. I plan to hop in the car very, very early with my dogs and my sister, Jane, and we'll drive 15 hours up to Vienna, VA. 

Meanwhile, I'm trying to finish Kiki Lowenstein Short Story #7. I never thought the short stories would do so well. I started them as a way to build interest between books, and gosh, don't you know they've taken on a life of their own? Forcing me to--you guessed it--RECALCULATE.

And in the midst of all this...my son decided he was not interested in becoming an engineer. So, he moved to Las Vegas to begin a career as a professional poker player. He made more money in a weekend tournament that his friend did working all summer at a gas station. I said, "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with what this is teaching you."

My son said, "Mom, it's teaching me you make more money using your head."

It isn't the path I expected for him, but...if it's the path that makes him happy, then I'll gladly...RECALCULATE!