You just never know what a day will bring. Yesterday when I opened my email, the following was in my inbox from a fellow writer:
Guess what! I get to be with you for the book signing at the local Floral in January!
This was a God thing, a nudge I tried to ignore because I felt like a clod yesterday when I went into town for physical therapy. But I couldn’t ignore it (I tried). So I stopped by and talked to Debbie & Kathy (?) — really good visit with them. Kathy asked if I would be willing to work with another author who had already signed up for Jan. 6. I gulped. It’s gonna be XXXXX, I just know it! Lord?? Why her? Rats. Kathy pulled out her list and said, “Marie Martin, do you know her?” Marie!! Thank You, Lord!
That was a great start to a day.
Don’t Mess With Mrs. Sedgewick is now released. I hope she finds her way into readers hands. Price on kindle will remain $2.99 for awhile.
Paperbacks are $10.99.
Marie F Martin
October 11, 2016 is the launch date for Don’t Mess With Mrs. Sedgewick.
Pre order sale is on until the launch. $2.99
Roberta Sedgewick is stuck in a house that is too empty without her beloved Burton—the rat died and left her with his dog and rooms that rattle. She convinces her three golfing buddies, all in their seventies, to sell their homes and buy adjoining condos. The widows intend to spend the rest of their days golfing, gambling at the casino, and having fun. Oh, the heaven of it. But then they all hire the same maid who uncovers long-hidden criminal secrets kept by each woman. Oh, the horror of it. The reputations of their deceased husbands, a banker, a minister, and a respected farmer, will be tarnished forever. Three of the widows could face jail time, and the fourth fears for her life. Whatever will they do with the conniving, blackmailing maid?
If you grew to love the characters in Marie F. Martin’s previous novels Maternal Harbor, Harbored Secrets, and Ratham Creek, you will treasure Roberta and her friends in the mystery Don’t Mess W
Don’t Mess With Mrs. Sedgewick has now gone through a copy editor and then I have gone through it approving or disapproving the corrections. What a job. The guy that formats my books has done so and loaded the draft version to Amazon Kindle. It has yet to have the cover made. When that is completed it will be live. I will send out an email, blog and promote my new release. it is quite an undertaking, but writing is the joy of my life, but a bigger joy is knowing the story is read.
The young man who broke out my granddaughter’s car window and rifled through the inside of her car, came back and apologized and asked what it cost to have the window replaced. The next day he showed up again. This time with the $210. His debt is paid. I wish him luck in dealing with addiction.
Today is the day I turn over my new manuscript, Don’t Mess With Mrs Sedgewick, to the copy editor. It is now out of my hands and I will try not to stew about it. It’s like giving away your thoughts for two years. Publication is getting closer.
Two nights ago, well after dark, our two big dogs in the back yard set off an alarm as if the devil himself was prowling the alley. I went to the back door to see why and to tell the dogs to shut-up. There was a guy with one of those forehead flashlights lit up holding what looked like a baseball bat over the top of another one huddled on the ground. The guy yelled, “Call 911. Just caught this guy breaking the window out of your car.” The crusty old neighbor man’s voice. Whew. I hustled right back inside and dialed 911 and reported what happening. I then went out to see what Charlie had caught and to tell him that officers were on their way.
A young, around twentyish, kid looked up at me through my chain link fence. “Don’t call the police, I can’t get in trouble.”
“Too late. They on their way.” I then asked him, “What is wrong with you. You just broke out the window on a car that belongs to a gal with three little kids.”
Three patrol cars promptly arrived and one of the officers asked whose car it was and I told him my granddaughter’s and that I’d go wake her up.
When the officer asked her if she had given the guy on the ground permission to get in her car she said no and yes she’d sign a complaint. The officer then asked if she had something valuable in the car.
“No,” she said. “All I have is baby wipes, pullups and sunscreen.” Loved her answer.
I’m telling all this to lead up to the next morning. I was in charge of my two and four year old little great grandsons. I caught the baby on a chair pushed up against the kitchen cabinets playing with my landline telephone. I could hear it ringing someone on the other end. I snatched it away and pushed end call. I no more than hung it up and it rang. Umm? It was the 911 operator saying she just got a hang up call from this number. I explained that my little grandson had been playing with the phone. She talked for a bit and then said she tell the officers. Umm? About ten minutes later, I heard a knocking on my front door. Then another louder knock. I scooped up the two-year-old and carried him to answer the door. A kind officer was standing there ready to protect us. Good grief. I explained I had called 911 the night before and the little guy I was holding must have hit the redial button on the phone.
I looked down. A pair of toy handcuffs were held tightly in his pudgy fists. Oh good grief. “Yep, we’re playing sheriff. We like the guys in blue.”
The officer told the boys to mind their grandma and left.
Happy Fourth of July. Here are a few snaps of how part of my family celebrated this year. We gathered at my daughter’s home along the Clark Fork River. Lots of laughter, stories, fishing, four wheeling and food.
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Maternal Harbor is free on Kindle June 19-20, 2016. Good time to get a fast-paced thriller for a summers day.
Teagan O’Riley is pregnant and alone when she meets three single mothers at an OB clinic. A few weeks later, two of them are dead and the third is close on Teagan’s heels, intent on a campaign of twisted murder and insanity. Teagan cannot risk entrusting the three infants to the police with her finger prints all over one crime scene and her foot print smeared into blood at another. She flees with the babies to a wilderness cabin belonging to her lost love’s grandmother, but is even this remote location safe?