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Newsletter 187
Nov. 10th, 2017 08:17 pmA conversation in my garden (although mainly in my head):
Me: It’s November. There have been frosts. Isn’t it time to stop growing/flowering?
Roses, lobelia, sweet peas, etc: La, la, la, not listening.
Welcome to the topsy turvey world of Cochrane central.
News
Lots to report again. Call to Arms is out from Manifold and – with my reader’s hat on – I have to say how much I am enjoying the stories especially those from my old muckers Elin Gregory, JL Merrow and Jay Lewis Taylor.
The third Lindenshaw mystery book, Two Feet Under, is available for pre-order at Riptide and the cover reveal will be on Monday. I promise it’s another good ‘un.
There’s a nice review for Count the Shells at The Delighted Reader: “I was delighted by the way the author could surround me with an authentic feel of the era and situation for her little cast of characters.”
Am guesting at Joyfully Jay today and bearing gifts – comment to be in with a chance of winning something from my backlist.
And last, but by no means least, Lessons in Desire has now been relaunched by Endeavour press.
I always post an excerpt in my newsletter and have plenty of choice this time, but have plumped for Two Feet Under. Adam and Robin are discussing the latest murder case.
“Sounds odd.”
“Sounds bloody peculiar. And who knows how it links to the murder.”
“It’ll make sense in the end.” Adam began to plate up their food. “Like a jigsaw when you can’t see where a particular bit goes until you’ve got the ones that fit round it. Then you say, ‘Bloody hell, I never realised it went there!’”
Robin grinned. “Are you always so aggressive when you do jigsaws?”
Adam made a face. “You know what I mean. Ooh, and before I forget, your mum rang. Must have heard about the case on the news and knew you’d have your nose stuck in it.”
“You leave my nose alone.” Robin chuckled. “Mum says I’ve got a cute nose.”
“She’d say you had a cute nose if you were Cyrano de Bergerac, though, wouldn’t she? Mums do. Anyway, she sends her love, says she’ll be thinking of you and you’re not to work too hard.”
“Fat chance of that.”
They gave the next few minutes over to eating and preventing the dog from stealing anything from their plates.
“It’ll upset your tummy, young man,” Robin said, fending off a furry snout. “Basket. Go on.”
Campbell grudgingly obeyed, curling up in his basket with a mortally offended look on his face.
“You can have a biscuit in a minute if you’re good. You as well,” Adam added, turning to address Robin rather than the dog. “Sandra got in some Abernethys from Waitrose. And Bonios for ‘himself’.”
“I have no idea how I survived in the past without a cleaner cum Jill-of-all-trades to pander to my every biscuit whim.”
“Oi!” Adam snorted. “What about me? How did you survive without a handsome teacher in your life?”
“I’ve no bloody idea about that, either.” Robin scooped up the last bit of food from his plate with a satisfied sigh. “Good cook, good lover, sympathetic ear. What more could a man want?”
“A quick solution to this case?”
And finally, just because they're handsome beasts.
Charlie
Me: It’s November. There have been frosts. Isn’t it time to stop growing/flowering?
Roses, lobelia, sweet peas, etc: La, la, la, not listening.
Welcome to the topsy turvey world of Cochrane central.
News
Lots to report again. Call to Arms is out from Manifold and – with my reader’s hat on – I have to say how much I am enjoying the stories especially those from my old muckers Elin Gregory, JL Merrow and Jay Lewis Taylor.
The third Lindenshaw mystery book, Two Feet Under, is available for pre-order at Riptide and the cover reveal will be on Monday. I promise it’s another good ‘un.
There’s a nice review for Count the Shells at The Delighted Reader: “I was delighted by the way the author could surround me with an authentic feel of the era and situation for her little cast of characters.”
Am guesting at Joyfully Jay today and bearing gifts – comment to be in with a chance of winning something from my backlist.
And last, but by no means least, Lessons in Desire has now been relaunched by Endeavour press.
I always post an excerpt in my newsletter and have plenty of choice this time, but have plumped for Two Feet Under. Adam and Robin are discussing the latest murder case.
“Sounds odd.”
“Sounds bloody peculiar. And who knows how it links to the murder.”
“It’ll make sense in the end.” Adam began to plate up their food. “Like a jigsaw when you can’t see where a particular bit goes until you’ve got the ones that fit round it. Then you say, ‘Bloody hell, I never realised it went there!’”
Robin grinned. “Are you always so aggressive when you do jigsaws?”
Adam made a face. “You know what I mean. Ooh, and before I forget, your mum rang. Must have heard about the case on the news and knew you’d have your nose stuck in it.”
“You leave my nose alone.” Robin chuckled. “Mum says I’ve got a cute nose.”
“She’d say you had a cute nose if you were Cyrano de Bergerac, though, wouldn’t she? Mums do. Anyway, she sends her love, says she’ll be thinking of you and you’re not to work too hard.”
“Fat chance of that.”
They gave the next few minutes over to eating and preventing the dog from stealing anything from their plates.
“It’ll upset your tummy, young man,” Robin said, fending off a furry snout. “Basket. Go on.”
Campbell grudgingly obeyed, curling up in his basket with a mortally offended look on his face.
“You can have a biscuit in a minute if you’re good. You as well,” Adam added, turning to address Robin rather than the dog. “Sandra got in some Abernethys from Waitrose. And Bonios for ‘himself’.”
“I have no idea how I survived in the past without a cleaner cum Jill-of-all-trades to pander to my every biscuit whim.”
“Oi!” Adam snorted. “What about me? How did you survive without a handsome teacher in your life?”
“I’ve no bloody idea about that, either.” Robin scooped up the last bit of food from his plate with a satisfied sigh. “Good cook, good lover, sympathetic ear. What more could a man want?”
“A quick solution to this case?”
And finally, just because they're handsome beasts.
Charlie
