From the first time I could shove my five-year old hand high enough to place my library card up on the librarian’s desk, I knew that someday I would write mysteries. What I didn’t know was that my stories would be met with giggles to outright belly laughs.
If you met me would you think I’m a funny person? I doubt it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a agreeable person, I’m a good listener and I’m also the sucker everyone’s for April Fools’ day tricks. I come from a family of funny people. My mother’s favorite holiday wasn’t Christmas or Thanksgiving, it was April Fool’s Day. See what I mean? And my dad was a very funny guy−he just didn’t know it. My dad was very much like Noah Bains, Lalla Bains’ dad; Laconic, prone to quotes at all the wrong times, an old retired guy who is just trying to keep a grip with all the crazy stuff going on around him.
So why interject humor into a murder mystery? Well, for one thing, everyone needs a break from the neighborhood axe murderer. I’m not saying that my books have axe murderers in them, but if they did I’d go with the scene after the fact. I don’t enjoy long, frightening scenes of people being butchered. Besides, humor gives the reader a break from the drama, and loading up the story with characters who may be sincere in their approach to life and death, but who always seem to be slightly off in their delivery, is just fun.
And I work very, very hard to get my mysteries right. I look to make my plots compelling, unique and original. I attend writer’s workshops, research poisons, weapons, how to hide a dead body and how to find that dead body.
When I first wrote A Dead Red Cadillac, I was about to turn forty, so I thought it would be fun to poke at my protagonist’s fear of aging. Might as well, no matter what I did, I was still going to turn fu-fu-forty. Of course there’s a murder; Lalla’s vintage caddy goes missing. It’s found in a local lake with an elderly piano teacher in the driver’s seat. It gets funny when the woman’s felon husband disguises himself as a woman to get to the truth of his wife’s murder.
In book number two, A Dead Red Heart, journalist Delmar Potts thinks he needs to compensate for his short, fat, balding appearance by being a sexist pig, which drives Lalla to want to smack him. Yet, in spite of his disgusting behavior, he’s instrumental in helping Lalla Bains solve a murder.
In A Dead Red Oleander, Cousin Pearlie Mae Bains arrives from Texas to help, or maybe hinder, Lalla in the investigation of a dead pilot. I knew I was on the right track when I got the following review: “Janet Evanovich meets aero-ag pilots.”
In A Dead Red Alibi Lalla Bains, her dad, and her erstwhile fiancé, Caleb Stone, travel to Arizona, where Caleb gets car-jacked, Dad falls in an abandoned mine pit, and Lalla solves the case of a reclusive young artist with a dangerous side job.
A Dead Red Miracle, #5 in this series and was published on Amazon in July. Lalla and cousin Pearlie buy into a retiring P.I’s business, only to discover that their business partner is a cheat, a liar and blackmailer. But when they go to confront him, his house explodes with him in it. Nearly broke, they will have to grapple for enough business to stay afloat while dodging his greedy ex-wives and solve the dirty bastard’s murder before the killer comes after them as well.
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