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My narrator, Amy Otteson, has been working overtime, and BLOOD IN TAVASCI MARSH, Book 2 of the Pegasus Quincy mystery series is now available in audiobook format!
Amy does a superb job bringing a multi-dimensional presence to the community of Mingus, the Nettle clan, and the swamp located at Tavasci Marsh.
The tragedies of death and now murder tear the Nettle family apart and yet paradoxically bind it together with secrets held against all costs. The green eyes of both wife and mistress sparkle, and not always in delight, as they discover secrets about each other they would just as soon not know. Deputy Sheriff Peg Quincy learns to handle her new, cranky partner but his homicidal cat about does her in.
Join Pegasus Quincy in this second book of the Pegasus Quincy mystery series as she solves the murder of Calhoun Nettle in the Verde Valley of Arizona. Now in audio!
Begin this fast-paced mystery series set in the high desert plateau of Arizona with these first three books in abox set! Rich in character and atmosphere, these mysteries are humorous and at times romantic.
Book 1: DEATH IN COPPER TOWN. Rookie sheriff’s deputy Peg Quincy takes on a small town seething with conflict and murder.
Fate intervenes when a dead body turns up in an old copper mining pit. The dead man is a three-time lower disowned by even his own mother. Peg’s sheriff boss declares the death an accident and orders her to “move on.” She at first agrees, but then her office is ransacked and her assistant kidnapped.
Danger intensifies when Peg is assaulted and her grandfather becomes involved.
Ultimately, she must decide which is most important: her job, her family, or her own life.
Book 2: BLOOD IN TAVASCI MARSH. A hostile partner dredges up old history as Peg Quincy becomes too involved with a family of would-be murderers.
When Peg chooses to help a young man in trouble, she alienates her new partner, ignores regulations, and jeopardizes an ongoing investigation. And just when things couldn’t get any worse—they do!
She tangles with the Nettle family: an insanely jealous wife, a banished son, and a seven-month pregnant mistress. All have good reason to kill the patriarch, and nobody’s talking.
Peg is furious when her own life is threatened. But can she discover who killed old man Nettle before it is too late?
Book 3: FIRE IN BROKEN WATER. Simmering battles over water rights erupt into murder and destruction in Peg Quincy’s territory.
When Peg’s partner refuses to declare a murder in a fatal horse ranch fire, she circumvents the law to investigate anyway.
Two families feuding over water rights, a Gypsy clan suspected of drug dealing, and a blackmailer on the loose, all lead Peg astray in her quest to find the killer in a desert town beset by flash floods and arsenic-laced creeks.
I have always been a hands-on author. I researched my book and I wrote my book. I edited, formatted, and Indie published it. I was beginning to feel like the Little Red Hen!
So working with a collaborator has been a new experience for me. I was lucky enough to find a marvelous narrator named Amy Otteson, and she’s been with me every step of the way to produce this audio book version of Death in Copper Town.
Amy has added new depth and meaning to my story. Just listen to her rendition of the characters of Peg’s grandfather HT and his friend Armor. And what about that very enticing southern drawl of Flint Tanner? East Texas has never sounded so good.
Even if you read the print version on Kindle or got the paperback version of DICT, I think you’ll find a whole new world awaiting you with this audio version.
My cat Foxy is small, but fiercely independent. She knows what she likes when she likes it.
For this afternoon nap, she chose to sleep crossways in this cat basket with one ear completely covered, even though, clearly, the right way to do it was just the opposite. But who is to say which might be more suitable for her?
I learn a lot, watching my cats.
Men wanted for hazardous journey.
Small wages, bitter cold. Long months off complete darkness. Constant danger. Safe return doubtful. Honor and recognition in case of success. ~Sir Earnest Henry Shackleton~
The constantly changing perspective of Alice in Wonderland delights me. First she is tiny and the world is huge. All of a sudden she grows immense and everything around her has shrunk.
Her image has stuck with me as I take pictures, and it sometimes creates dizzying shifts of perspective. As I viewed this desert cliff side, I thought of her possible Southwestern counterpart.
Imagine, if you will, a gigantic artist, coloring this desert scene. He settles carefully into a cross-legged position in the arroyo, trying to fit in amongst the cottonwoods and alder trees.
Out of an immense pencil box he picks up a piece of charcoal and carefully smudges the vermilion cliffs with desert varnish. Then he selects a white pen and limns the outlines of the Octotillo, as it waits for the summer rains…
Imagination must be visited constantly,
or else it begins to become restless and
emits strange bellows at embarrassing moments. Ignoring it only makes it grow larger and noisier. ~Patricia McKillip~
Even with parts missing where the light shines through, the inherent beauty and grace of these ancient ollas, or water jars, is unforgettable. They are a reminder of our past as a human species. Our yesterday.
But they could be part of our future as well. A new physics theory asserts that time may be fluid, allowing the past, present, and future to exist simultaneously.
If that is true, somewhere, a thousand years from now, an archaeologist is fitting together broken teacups and barbecue platters, wondering what our civilization must have been like! Our tomorrow.
A people without history is like
wind through buffalo grass. ~Teton Sioux proverb~