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So I write mysteries. A series, actually, that follows two main characters and a host of their family, friends and coworkers in a small town–you know how it works, right? The heroine is an Episcopal priest. The hero is the town’s chief of police. They become friends. Good friends. They solve murders and missing persons cases. The Unresolved Sexual Tension rises faster than the body count.

Now here’s the thing: Over the course of the first six books, a lot of people get killed off. They get shot. They get bludgeoned. They get defenestrated (how I love that word!) No one ever came up to me and said, “Julia! How on earth did you know how to garrotte someone with a spool of baling wire?” No one ever looked at me suspiciously and asked, “Put anyone down with a cattle gun this weekend?”

Then I wrote a sex scene. Several, in fact. I had tortured my poor hero and heroine with unrequited longing and forced separation for five books–really, it seemed only fair to finally let them, shall we say, embrace. That’s when the comments started. (more…)

Yes, I’m beyond giddy! It feels like I’ve waited for this book forever!

Stay tuned, I’ll be giving away two of ’em…

in the bleak midwinter

So I’ve been reading Julia Spencer-Fleming’s rather marvellous Millers Kill books, and I have to say, I absolutely adore them. Thanks to Sarah Tanner of Monkey Bear Reviews and Keishon, AvidBookReader, for recommending the series to me.


The heroine is a newly ordained female priest called Clare Fergusson, and the hero, Russ Van Alstyne, the police chief of Millers Kill, a little town in upstate New York that never seems to see much sunshine.

In The Bleak Midwinter is the first book, and our first encounter with Clare, an ex-army helicopter pilot, who’s moved into Millers Kill, as the new priest of St Albans, the local Episcopal church.

Out of the deep I cry

When Clare finds a new-born baby abandoned on the steps of the church, the search for the baby’s mother brings her in contact with Russ Van Alstyne, Millers Kill chief of police, and the man who’s destined to test her strength of will and make her question her loyalty to God. In Russ, Clare discovers her Mr Right, the man that completes her, and acts as a salve to her soul. The only problem is…he’s married.

Yep, not a book for the romance purist perhaps. (more…)