
BLOGOVERSARY CELEBRATION – DAY 1
My blogoversary is actually December 31.
This blog started as a New Year’s Resolution in 2009!
Followers these past 7 years have seen me not only blog about books but my family through great times and sad. I am hoping that 2017 will be a fabulous year both in books and my life. I am still recovering from my son’s death in 2015 and most days are easier but frankly the holidays suck. That is why I am glad I have this yearly celebration to keep me going during this difficult time. I continue to be committed to posting a least 1 post each and every day, reviews, memes, guest posts, interviews and GIVEAWAYS!!
So let’s get on with the giveaway!!
For This 1st Day of Giveaways there will be 3 WINNERS!!
I am giving away HARDCOVER COPIES of these wonderful cozy mysteries.
Just click on the covers for the book details!
You can enter to win 1, 2 or all 3 books!
You must be a follower of this blog to enter!
Contest is open to anyone over 18 years old
with a US or Canadian mailing address.
Duplicate entries will be deleted. Void where prohibited.
Share this giveaway and receive 3 Bonus Entries for each shared link!
Contest Will End January 5, 2017 at 11:59 PM CST
Winners Will Be Chosen By Random.org
Winners Will Be Notified By Email
and Will Be Posted Here In The Sidebar.
Click Here For Entry Form



Sometimes when a new mystery is about to be launched and people ask me how it all began, I have to really think hard to separate the final product from the very first idea, that first ‘ping’ that made me think of my Sea Harbor women and their mystery solving expertise.
Sometimes that moment is easy to remember, like the time I spotted a deserted baby car seat on a beach and it was still there days later. It stayed in my head, a mystery for Nell, Izzy, Cass and Birdie to solve—a scene that launched the fifth seaside knitters mystery,
Murder at Lambswool Farm
It wasn’t until I began writing about the farm that the mystery developed. It happened the day a stranger stopped at the gate. His car broke down, or so he said. He was a photographer … or so it seemed. A passerby…he said…but one who seemed overly curious about the seaside knitters and Sea Harbor—especially the town’s medical clinic, where strange things began happening.










