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The Black Cat Detectives: A Mystery by Kit Gray Interview & Giveaway

 

The Black Cat Detectives: A Mystery by Kit Gray

About The Black Cat Detectives

 

The Black Cat Detectives: A Mystery 

Cozy Animal Mystery

Setting - Corvin's Crossing—a small fictional island off the coast of New England

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Crooked Lane Books

Publication date ‏ : ‎ May 26, 2026 

Print length ‏ : ‎ 304 pages 

Hardcover ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8892425520 

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FNW3NQ3C 

Paperback ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8892425537 

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FNVM2SHD 

Digital ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8892425544 

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FNW6TDN4

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A charming cozy mystery with a delightful twist: The detectives are three kittens with magical powers, determined to solve a most purr-plexingcase.

Precocious kittens Bippity, Boppity, and Boop are exceedingly loyal to their human, the twenty-eight-year-old up-and-coming magician Mila. She saved them from starving to death in a dingy Corvin’s Crossing alleyway and has been nothing but loving ever since, even though her own life is in shambles.

So when Mila’s sketchy boyfriend and business manager turns up dead at the end of her big magic show—she’s the prime suspect. With evidence mounting, there’s nothing stopping the sheriff from hauling away Mila to the human pound. Unless the kittens can solve the crime and clear hername.

The kittens will have to use their dubious control over the laws of physics and every whisker of know-how they’ve got to catch the real killer if they want to save their happy home with Mila. This is one meow-stery more tangled than any ball of yarn they’ve encountered yet.

About Kit Gray

Kit Gray aka Elise Scott writes from their lived experiences of queerness, disability, neurodivergence, fat-positivity, and petting three cats with two hands. Their life has been an adventure, from facilitating equine therapy for trauma survivors to counseling at-risk youth with the aid of an inordinately large sub-woofer and beyond. They earned their BA from Mount Holyoke and their MS from Capella University. Their debut novel, a cozy mystery featuring three kittens with the ability to bend the laws of physics, who must solve a murder to save their rescuer from the human pound, is forthcoming from Crooked Lane in May 2026. Elise is a Not Quite Write Prize winner and Best-of-the-Net nominee. Their short work has appeared/is forthcoming in The Advocate, Choices: An Anthology of Reproductive Horror, The Not Quite Write Anthology 2025, The B'K, Five Minutes, Knee Brace, All Existing, and Quibble, among others. Find out what they’re working on now at http://elise-scott.com.

INTERVIEW

1.  When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I figured out how to read on my own when I was about three years old. I’ve loved reading for as long as I can remember, and as soon as it occurred to me that every story began in someone’s mind, I knew I wanted to be a writer.

As I grew up, I became more practical and focused my studies and energy on things I could do to make a living and make a difference in the world, which is how I ended up with an advanced degree in psychology working directly with kids or training and supporting educators. But even when most of my writing was business-focused, I never lost the yearning to write fiction.

2.  How long does it take you to write a book?

That depends on the book. I’ve written a rough draft of a book in four weeks. I’ve had one take me three months. Occasionally, I’ll get stuck on something or fail to see how all the pieces are coming together, and it’ll take me longer.

3.  What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

My life has a lot of moving pieces in it as a solo parent of a neurosparkly homeschool kiddo, so most of my writing happens once she’s gone to bed. The good news (well… maybe) is that among other things, my disability makes it so I can’t sleep much, so I have a lot of time in the middle of the night when other people are sleeping.

4.  What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I make a playlist of songs for every book I write. Sometimes I even do one for each POV character. I listen to music in one ear throughout the day as a core pain management strategy (chronic pain is a part of my disability), so I’ll be listening to the playlist for whatever I’m working on as I go about my business. That keeps my semi-conscious mind working on my story no matter what else I have going on. Then at night, I’ll be absolutely raring to write! I typically do my best work between midnight and dawn.

5.  How do books get published?

Books get published a lot of different ways. Some authors are indie, and self-publish their books. There are incredibly supportive communities and tons of phenomenal resources for people interested in this path.

Some authors choose a hybrid path, working with a publisher who handles some of the responsibilities of a traditional publisher, but not all of them.

As for me, I chose the traditional publishing route. I queried for years and eventually found my dream agent. I couldn’t be luckier to be represented by Marisa Corvisiero at Corvisiero Literary. We worked together on polishing my manuscript and developing a submission strategy, and then my agent sent the book out to editors, and I got an offer from Crooked Lane, which has been a magical experience. They’re everything I never knew I needed and wanted from a publisher, and my editor there, Denise Zaza, is brilliant and kind and utterly wonderful.

The path I chose took a long time and involved a LOT of rejection, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

6.  Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

I’m a research nut, and learn from books and the internet and any expert who knows about any tangential little thing that might be vaguely relevant to what I’m writing.

For example, the human protagonist in The Black Cat Detectives is a stage magician. In order to write her and the story well, I had to make a study of how stage magic works, and then learn a bunch of magic tricks, a few of which I perform at readings and author events!

As for my ideas, they come from all over. An interesting news article. A fun fact about two historical figures who lived at the same time, but never met. A random question or statement made by a stranger on the internet.

For The Black Cat Detectives, the idea came from closer to home. I had a terrible year where all five of my elder cats crossed the rainbow bridge all in the same year. Each one had a different illness, and they went one at a time. It was unrelenting, and I lost touch with my joy.

Then, one night, it occurred to me that I could write about kittens! I could bring all of their cleverness and goofiness and sweetness and mischievousness and magic to life on the page, and that’s how Bippity, Boppity, and Boop were born. They helped me find my way back to joy, and I hope they bring joy to everyone who reads their story!

7.  When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I started working on my first book in my early thirties, but I made the mistake of showing my opening pages to someone I trusted and whose writing I admired. Their feedback absolutely crushed my confidence. It took nearly a decade for me to get over that and try again.

I finished my first draft of my first novel in 2018, so I would have been forty, but it will NEVER see the light of day. I learned a lot by writing it, though, and by writing my second book, which was also fatally flawed. Along the way, I found my writing soulmate, April McCloud, who was the first person to talk craft with me a in a meaningful way, and who devoured craft books as voraciously as I did. She writes so differently than I do, and so magnificently, we learn from one another every day. And then I found more writing friends. Community is an extremely important part of the writing journey.

I wrote the first draft of what would eventually become The Black Cat Detectives when I was 44, in November of 2022. It will officially be my first book, but it was the fifth full novel I’d written.

Since then, I’ve written two other novels and a screenplay, and I’m planning my next two novels while drafting my WIP.

8.  What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I like to take my kiddo out for hikes or camping when I can stand/walk, or for drives to beautiful places, especially state parks and forests. We are both avid bakers, and like making delicious treats far more than we like eating them, so friends, family, my daughter’s ballroom dance teachers, our vet, our hair salon, and more are accustomed to having cookies and cupcakes and homemade bread and more foisted on them.

I like to read, ideally with a cup of coffee or a pot of tea beside me, and always with a pile of dogs and cats atop me slowly cutting off circulation to my feet.

I love growing things, but my houseplants have to be resilient, because sometimes during a bad patch, they’ll get neglected as my whole world focuses to keeping my kiddo happy, healthy, educated, fed, and well-cared-for. We also have been working on cultivating an edible landscape around our house and growing native herbs and flowers to support our pollinators.

My kiddo is also and avid storyteller and writer. At age 7, she completed her first 4000-word early chapter book and even composed a beta request letter and asked her friends for feedback! We’ll see if the passion stays with her as she grows, but in the meantime, I am her typist and her biggest fan!

9.  What does your family think of your writing?

Not all of them have read it, but everyone supports me in their own ways. My parents read any draft I share with them, though sometimes, with some of my darker speculative work, I’ll check in with them and see if it’s something they want to read. But they’re incredibly supportive and enthusiastic. I also have a robust found family of writers, as I’ve mentioned above, who are always willing to trade betas, talk craft, and help me be the best I can be!

10.             What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

I knew that a lot of people are involved in the making of a book, but I have been so lucky to get to (virtually) meet so many of the people on my book’s team and to collaborate with them and understand their roles.

It’s one thing to acknowledge the existence of theoretical people doing theoretical jobs, but getting to know individuals and getting a deeper sense of each person’s role in helping my book be the best it can be has really given me an appreciation for all of the layers of stuff about bookmaking that I don’t know, and all of the complex and nuanced jobs everyone is doing to bring my kittens to life and put them in the hands of readers. It’s humbling and beautiful, and I’m honored to be a part of it.

11.             How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

The Black Cat Detectives is my debut, so I haven’t written any other books that are available to the public yet. But I have four other completed novels that I have high hopes for. One is a cozy mystery, and the others are all in different genres.

12.             Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

Very little about writing advice is one-size-fits-all, in my opinion, and I know how toxic feedback and advice can be, especially when they fail to take into account the individuality of the writer and their work.

But I will say that for every writer I know who’s thriving, a key step in the journey has been to find writer friends who understand you and what you’re trying to achieve with your writing. Another essential skill is to let yourself sit with feedback until you can feel which pieces of it are helpful and which pieces are missing the bigger picture.

When giving feedback, some people will get locked into particular rules and try to get you to eradicate things from your work. For a while, adverbs were a popular target. I’ve seen people go after the past perfect tense or specific words like “that” or “of.” One that’s big right now is filter words.

(For those who don’t know, filter words are things like thought, felt, saw, etc. So the advice would be to change “Emily saw a ghostly light first, like a pinprick on the horizon.” to “A ghostly light appeared like a pinprick on the horizon.” The argument is that the structure containing the filter word creates a step of distance between the reader and the narrator’s sensory experience.)

While I agree that we want to give our readers the most immersive, engaging writing we can, I’d encourage you to trust yourself and find your own voice, even if it breaks some of these “rules.” The real question is this: is a particular word or grammatical construction or plot device serving a purpose in your writing? Is it doing what you want it to be doing?

Returning to the example of filter words, for instance, I will often use them to help my reader experience cognitive dissonance along with my narrator if they’re shocked and struggling to process. Naming Emily and calling attention to her seeing it puts us outside of her body, creating an eerie “watching it happen to herself” vibe that’s simply not there in the example without the filter word. Neither is wrong. Neither is better. It’s just a question of what effect you’re going for in that moment, both for your character and for your reader.

So understanding the “rules” is good, but it’s also good to let yourself break them if they’re not serving you.

13.             Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

So far, I’ve only directly heard from a few readers, though I would certainly love to hear from more. I’ve been lucky, up until now, that people who have reached out to me have been very positive, sharing that the story and characters brought them joy or telling me who they loved most or wishing for a book 2.

If other readers see this and want to get in touch, there is a form on my Contact Me page where you can send me your thoughts and opinions if you like! (I also have a spot where you can ask the kittens for real-life advice!)

14.             Do you like to create books for adults?

I do! I have also written a couple of works in the young adult/new adult crossover space. I haven’t tried any younger age-ranges, but 75% of the novels I’ve written so far and all of the short fiction, flash fiction, and poetry have been for adults. The great thing about cozies, though, is that while they’re aimed at an adult market, any age of reader who’s up for reading about murder can potentially enjoy them. My daughter has read The Black Cat Detectives at least three times, and she just turned 9.

15.             What do you think makes a good story?

For me, a story either needs characters I will follow anywhere, a plot with unrelenting momentum that pulls me forward in ways that are surprising, yet feel inevitable, or prose that doesn’t get in the way of telling the story, but has moments so rich and lavish that I want to spend time feeling the words in my mouth and hearing them resonate through the air around me. Give me two of those things, or better yet, all three, and I’m in.

16.             As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

I always wanted to be a parent, and I hit the jackpot on that one. When I was little, I wanted to be a vet, right up until I realized that I would have to deal with animal suffering and death. I knew I couldn’t handle that. Then I wanted to be a writer, but I didn’t believe I could make a living at it. So I decided I’d find a way to make the world a better place through my work, and I did my best at that until I became disabled.

17.             What Would you like my readers to know?

The Black Cat Detectives is my love letter to cats, but more than that, to joy. My fondest hope is that when readers put it down, what you take away with you is that connection to your own joy. I hope it shines for you, bright and vibrant, and stays with you as you go about the business of daily living. I think especially in these times we find ourselves in, we all really need that.

 

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HI LOVE, YOU JUST DROPPED YOUR GLOVE by Paul Charles Trailer, Excerpt, Interview & Giveaway

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HI LOVE, YOU JUST DROPPED YOUR GLOVE

by Paul Charles

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Synopsis:

Hi Love, You Just Dropped Your Glove by Paul Charles

A McCusker Mystery

 

Thomas Barry, Lefty Kelly, and Brendy McCusker were all teenage boys who were roaming the streets of Portrush, County Antrim, in Northern Ireland in 1976 when Thomas Barry quite literally bumped into Isabella Scott, and he uttered the words of the title. In July 2019, the same Thomas Barry's remains were discovered at the foot of the Pilgrim's Steps in the Portrush Harbour. There were an extra 200,000 people visiting Portrush that week as The Royal Golf Club played host to Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy and the UK Open Tournament.

McCusker and DI Lily O'Carroll are conscripted from the PSNI (Police Service of Northern Ireland) in Belfast to help the already stretched local police force work on the case. They discover McCusker's childhood friends Barry and Isabella Scott had married and then...well then, everything became very complicated relationship-wise involving Isabella's sister, Colette, lawyers, accountants, and showband singers. Thomas had become an ultra-successful property developer, sometimes in partnership with the Buckley Brothers, at least one of whom doesn't mind the cowboy approach to work. Meanwhile, McCusker is pining over a recent relationship he had started back in Belfast with O'Carroll's sister, Grace.

Set against the backdrop of the (actual) UK Golf Open taking place in a small seaside town, where absolutely everyone has an opinion, and their opinions they are keen to share.

Praise for Hi Love, You Just Dropped Your Glove:

"Paul Charles' Hi Love, You Just Dropped Your Glove is a page turner par excellence. Written written with Charles' customary verve. Another brilliantly compelling atmospheric effort from a master crime writer."

"A welcome return for Brendy McCusker... Charles crafts with such a careful eye on the sparks that can fly—some of them charming, some witty, some downright menacing—between characters who don't happen to see eye to eye, or sometimes even to be operating in the same galaxy. Once again, it's hard to resist a hero who realizes, 'He just had a habit of opening his mouth and not knowing what was going to come out."
~ Kirkus Reviews

"Charles's skillful depiction of the many sides of love and its strange bypaths lifts this clever novel well above the genre average."
~ Publishers Weekly

"Paul Charles is an outstanding author of crime fiction novels. They are models of character development and powerful observations of people the detectives meet. I enjoy reading his books."
~ Irish American News

"Charles's skilful depiction of the many sides of love and its strange bypaths lifts this clever novel well above the genre average."
~ Publishers Weekly

"Charles has a wealth of experience in the crime genre from his past Kennedy and Starrett novels and the McCusker series delivers the same blend of mystery and engaging protagonists. The characters have an authenticity that Charles has fine-tuned throughout his writing career. Charles ability to weave real-like details helps bring the story full to life. A Day in The Life of Louis Bloom is both a love letter to Belfast and a gripping thriller."
~ Aoife Bradshaw, Hot Press

"Charles In Full Bloom With Novel... a thrilling page-turner."
~ Sunday World

"Amusing light-hearted entertainment from Paul Charles."
~ The Irish Independent

HI LOVE, YOU JUST DROPPED YOUR GLOVE Trailer:

Book Details:

Genre: Police Procedural, Crime Fiction
Published by: Level Best Books
Publication Date: March 31, 2026
Number of Pages: 382
ISBN: 9798898201050
Series: A McCusker Mystery, Book 3 | Stand Alone
Book Links: Amazon | Kindle | Barnes & Noble | BookShop.org | Goodreads | BookBub | Level Best Books

Read an excerpt:

Chapter One

I was born here and I’ll die here, against my will.
—Dylan

‘Hi love, you just dropped your glove.’

When she turned to face him, he was amazed. He remained totally in shock to the extent he became a blabbering idiot.

‘Just now as it fell from your coat pocket…’ he continued, ‘I caught it before it hit the wet ground… Honestly it didn’t get wet. I mean it’s a little wet, but only from the rain and not the pavement…agh…’ and mid-sentence he reluctantly turned and chased after his two mates.

She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever set his eyes on during his seventeen years on this earth. When she’d passed him a few life-changing seconds beforehand, she was walking, arms interlinked in the midst of two friends with her head bowed to the pavement. Consequently, he’d missed her green eyes, hidden by her long black hair, and he’d missed her quiet demeanour, but, most of all, he’d also missed the chance to make a connection.

He insisted his two mates, Brendan and Lefty, continue walking around the streets of Portrush with him until darkness fell ninety minutes later. He was working on the theory they’d bump into the three girls again. They’d discovered, to his cost, the only thing more difficult than finding someone in Portrush in the peak holiday season was finding someone on the deserted streets of Portrush during the off-peak season, when Ulster’s number one tourist centre reverted to its more comfortable status of winter ghost town, aka Ghostrush.

Thomas Barry—Tommy to his acquaintances, Tom to his good friends—minus his two mates was back on the streets the following morning, just before eight o’clock. He walked the short distance from his parents’ house in the sedate Antrim Gardens to the nearly (but not quite) refurbished railway station in Eglinton Street, passing the moth-balled Barry’s (historic) Amusement Arcade on the way. It was a journey just like he’d done most days of his life. Most other days of his life. though, he’d just taken Barry’s (no relation) and every other local landmark, for granted. That Sunday morning in October 1976 though he’d studied every nook and cranny around the streets of the Port as if his life depended on it.

He felt it did.

When his friends met up with him just before lunch time, he admitted to them he’d already had tea and toast in Portrush’s Holiday Hostel, with its ultra-colourful rooms; the once elegant Adelphi Hoteland The Atlantic Hotel, with its spectacular views, in the vain hope the three girls were out-of-towners. The other hotels and guest houses were all closed for the winter, he claimed. Still, he’d tried them all, “just in case, you understand.” He also, for one who’d always gone to great trouble to keep the majority of his feelings inarticulately to himself, articulately explained he felt for the sake of his well-being, if not his life, he needed to find this girl. He also admitted that, not only did he not know what he was going to say to her when, and if, he met her, but if such an accidental, on purpose, meet happened he’d be so tongue-tied again, he might even need to walk on past her. He just knew he really needed to find her. He told them he’d been awake all-night thinking about her. Lefty put him out of his misery by offering to take him to some of the out-of-town hotels. The two of them hopped on Lefty’s trusted red Vespa 125 scooter and headed off out past Kelly’s trailer park and bar and on to Castle Rock, Portstewart, Portballintrae and even Bushmills.

They returned just over an hour later with the Vespa’s petrol tank empty and their four arms all the one length.

Thomas Barry admitted to his two best friends he’d never felt so convinced about anything before in his life. A real-life girl had never ever had such an effect on him before. Isabella Adjani on the silver screen yes, but a real live human, certainly not. He most certainly accepted the fact he was never ever going to meet the long-haired, green-eyed girl again in his life.

He admitted how weird this feeling was to him.

Nonetheless he continued his search.

He thought of all the things he could have done, should have done. Perhaps all of them were things capable of scaring her off for life. But what did it matter now? He’d most certainly lost her for life.

The lads wanted to go to the Old Harbour Bar. Even with the new glitzy restaurant extension, accessed by a half a flight of wooden stairs, it was still the cosiest bar in the winter and their favourite watering hole. He declined, suggesting he might join them later. Once again, he took to the streets of Portrush. The same familiar streets he had taken for granted all his life, but which now took on major importance due to the fact they may be keeping him from finding the green-eyed girl. He tried chastising himself for feeling sorry for himself. It didn’t work. How could it possibly work when someone, something, a God even, if such a spirit existed, had allowed him to experience this special creature and then not equip him properly about how to approach her? He chastised himself further for not considering what he’d say to her if, or when, he met her. He’d already let himself down once by blabbering away when he had the perfect excuse to greet her. Equally he felt if he had something rehearsed it would have sounded too false, stifled, insincere and a chat up line. He kicked himself over his rap about her glove being wet not because he had let it fall on the wet pavement but because it had gotten damp in the rain.

He’d never been one for the chat up lines. They’d left those to Lefty. Funny enough this approach hadn’t worked out for their lead wingman either. Thomas Barry had often wondered if they’d become mates, “blood brothers” just so they could hang out together and look for girls. Anyway, they had launched their little gang, the BLTs. They even had their own unique motto: May the Sauce be With You. It was funny at the time. They’d picked it over a meal together in Morelli’s as they simultaneously chased the food-saving flavouring known as HP. They’d also debated using: Life is a Beach and Then the Tide Goes Out,. Considering their endgame objective, they had unanimously voted against this option on the grounds it was too negative. As he wandered around the deserted streets, now it had gotten down to the nitty-gritty, he wasn’t so sure about their motto either, or even about their gang in the first place. Lefty was always complaining three wasn’t a good number to hang out in. If they met two girls and got through the even more complicated task of chatting them up, then the girls would surely feel sorry for the additional boy they would have to exclude due to the mathematical impossibilities. He reckoned maybe they could possibly have made the problematic maths work down in the more liberal Belfast. In the meantime, they had agreed they would figure out such a scenario as and when it arose. Lefty had claimed the girls would probably make their preference known and they, the boys, would just have to deal with it. They’d been happy to leave the tactics to Lefty. Even though Lefty’s tactics had, so far, been 100% unsuccessful, they still left him in charge. The alternate didn’t bear thinking about.

Tommy wondered if it would be any easier if, and when, one of them found a girlfriend and peeled off their gang as it were. He wondered who’d be the first to find a girl. He thought if you were a betting man and you followed the odds, then Lefty should be the first to find a girl. But then what would they do? They’d surely be lost without the tactics man. Or would they?

‘At least the rain has stopped,’ he said aloud, as he rounded the corner of the forsaken Mark Street Lane and into the desolate Atlantic Avenue.

‘Hi Love,’ he thought he heard a ghostly breathy voice say, not much above a whisper, ‘you haven’t found another glove, have you?’

There she was, there right in front of him on what would now become the hallowed, Atlantic Avenue. His green-eyed girl’s green eyes were smiling straight at him.

He was so intent on finding her he pretty much nearly walked straight into her. He knew if she hadn’t spoken first, he would have walked past her. Lucky enough before he’d a chance to figure out what he was going to say she spoke again.

‘What am I like?’ she started, ‘I’m forever losing a glove, thankfully never both at the same time, mind you, always just the one at a time. The one you picked up for me I…’

‘I’ve been looking for you all day,’ he admitted, his voice sounding a lot calmer than he felt.

‘Mmmm,’ she replied, studying his face and sounding like she knew, and accepted, such an admission wasn’t as weird as he feared, ‘you’d look good with a moustache.’

Of all the things he’d imagined her to reply, and most of them also included her rushing off as quickly as her shapely legs would carry her, this was not even in the top 1000. It wasn’t as though he had actually come up with more than three possible replies.

Before he knew it, they were involved in a natural freewheeling conversation.

She seemed inclined to linger rather than to walk away.

At a very brief lull in the conversation, they both silently acknowledged they didn’t want the conversation to be stifled, so they spurted out their next questions simultaneously.

‘Do you live here?’ Tommy asked.

‘Who were you talking to as you walked around the corner?’ she asked over the top of his question.

‘No, I’m at the University of Ulster in Coleraine and one of my course mates invited me and another friend over to her parents’ house for the weekend. Her parents own a wee guest house over by the West Strand,’ she said in response to his question.

‘I was talking to myself,’ he admitted, ‘what’s your friend’s name?’

‘Gilly Hutchinson.’

‘Oh,’ he said, without even meaning to.

‘You know her?’

‘Well I know of her,’ he replied, ‘I know her sister.’

‘Which one?

‘Gilly would have been a few years ahead of me,’ Tommy replied.

‘Right,’ she replied, without allowing him to finish, ‘so you’d know the youngest, Emmi Mae.’

‘Yeah we were really good friends when we were…oh 13 ish and then she outgrew me.’

‘Ah yes, it happens at 13 or even 13-ish.’

‘Tell me about it,’ he offered more to himself, ‘so was that Gilly the blonde-haired girl with you yesterday?’

‘No, Gilly was swotting, you saw the eldest sister, Adele, who’s just great craic altogether.’

‘Okay, figures, I don’t know her at all,’ he replied.

He looked at his green-eyed girl out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t see her as well as he’d seen her yesterday when they’d met face to face. She still looked stunning even though her long dark hair covered the side of her face. He couldn’t see those amazing green eyes though. On the upside what he’d missed yesterday was her personal scents. She smelt of a blend of soap, shampoo, mixed with little hints of a heather based perfume. The combination was totally intoxicating. ‘I’m Tommy,’ he offered, extending his hand, and knowing it was an excuse to steal another glimpse of her stunning emerald eyes, ‘Tom Barry.’

‘I know,’ she said, offering her own hand in return.

‘You know?’ he said, surprised while noticing two of her top teeth protruded a wee bit to the extent it looked like her top lip was going to have trouble covering them.

‘Yes, Adele told me,’ she said, as she smiled, ‘she also said you weren’t part of the other Portrush Barry family.’

‘Yeah, sorry about that,’ he said, still holding her soft skinned hand and shaking it gently, determined to never let it go again if he could get away with it. ‘’Fraid it also means I’ll not be able to get you free rides on the dodgems.’

‘I’d be more of a Barry’s Big Dipper kind of girl, anyway.’

‘Ditto on the Big Dipper, although I can’t pull any strings there either,’ he offered regretfully, while thinking he didn’t see her as being a Big Dipper kind of girl. All that screaming seems so alien to one so reserved and private. ‘I could get you a pony ride on the beach though if you wanted?’

‘Accepted,’ she replied, seeming content to leave her hand where it was, she leaned towards him, her nostrils wriggling the more they bridged the gap to his ear, ‘but not being part of the amusements also means you won’t smell of petrol and grease and candyfloss.’

‘Or Daulse and Yellowman,’ he added, attempting to complete her list and praying it was a compliment, ‘oh look…’ he continued and pointed with his free hand to the cuff of her red duffle coat, ‘there’s your missing glove, stuck up the sleeve of your coat.’

Sadly, for Tommy, this gave her an excuse to break away from him.

‘I’m Isabella,’ she said, retrieving her glove, ‘Isabella Scott and the pleasure to meet you on this wintery weekend, is all mine. That’s twice you saved me, Tommy, which means I’ll never forget you.’

And that, was how Tommy Barry and Isabella Scott first met.

Neither Isabella, her two friends, Gilly Hutchinson and Jane Murray nor Tommy Barry’s two friends, Lefty Kelly and Brendan ‘Brendy’ McCusker, would ever forget Tommy Barry. This fact was even more definite now that forty-three years later (bar three months) on Wednesday July 17th, 2019, the very same Tommy Barry died a very unnatural death.

***

Excerpt from Hi Love, You Just Dropped Your Glove by Paul Charles. Copyright 2026 by Paul Charles. Reproduced with permission from Paul Charles. All rights reserved.

 

 

Author Bio:

Paul Charles

Paul Charles began his career in music at fifteen years old, managing his first band, The Blues by Five, in his hometown of Magherafelt in Northern Ireland. He moved to London in 1967 intending to study civil engineering but was quickly drawn back into the music world. In the 1970s he worked in multiple roles for the Belfast prog rock band FRUUPP, who signed to Dawn Records and toured widely across the UK and Europe. Charles lyrics for Sheba's Song were later sampled and used as Soon The New Day by Talib Kweli featuring Norah Jones on the album Ear Drum which debuted at #2 on the Billboard Top 200 chart in 2007. After FRUUPP disbanded Charles co funded the Asgard Agency and has represented major artists including Crosby Stills & Nash, Jackson Browne, Tom Waits, The Kinks, Van Morrison, Robert Plant, Ani DiFranco, Gordon Lightfoot, Nick Lowe, Elvis Costello, Loudon Wainwright III, John Lee Hooker, and Ry Cooder. He has programmed the Acoustic Stage at the Glastonbury Festival for the last 38 years. A life long writer he published his first Christy Kennedy mystery in 1997 Level Best Book have just published his 22nd mystery - Hi Love, You Just Dropped Your Glove.

Interview.

 

 

  1. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

 

I was doing a weekly column and articles for two Belfast publications – City Week and Thursday Magazine in the late 1960s. I enjoyed the process a lot, but I could never find a way into the great Ulster Novel. All attempts ended up in the dustbin, and I would admit deservedly so. Then I read the master, Mr Colin Dexter and discovered the three golden rules of Crime writing: Always strive to work out:

Who did it.

Why they did it. 

How they did it.

(and not necessarily in that order.)

That was when I realized I wanted to write.

 

  1. How long does it take you to write a book?

 

Maybe a year, but in that year I’d also be working on other projects: short stories; Hot Press articles; editing and ideas for future mysteries

 

  1. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

 

If I’m working on the first draft of a story, I religiously work each day from 06.00 to about 09.30 (am). I have found to my cost that working beyond that time can be counter productive

 

  1. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

 

When I start a new book, I don’t know who committed the crime. I feel like my detective (either Kennedy, McCusker or Starrett); myself, and (hopefully) the reader, are all attempting to solve the crime at the same time.

 

  1. How do books get published?

 

Luck, a good agent, self-belief or meeting Level Best Books. Sometimes even a combination of all four.

 

6.    Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

 

I read a lot, (fact and fiction) always live in the moment; go for long walks; let my imagination run wild, and imagine I’m a camera.

 

  1. When did you write your first book and how old were you?

First book, I Love The Sound of Breaking Glass in 1997. I was 48 years old. First short story The Pratie Gatherer in 1975. I was 26 years old.

 

  1. What do you like to do when you're not writing?

 

Read, listen to music, walk, go to the movies, go to gigs, hang out and pretend I’m not writing.

 

  1. What does your family think of your writing?

 

Very supportive. I rely on Catherine my wife; she’s the fiercest critic, always honest, yet always fair.

 

  1. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

 

How much I would enjoy the writing process. I never dreamt the feeling would be this blissful.

 

  1. How many books have you written?

 

26

Which is your favorite?

 

Couldn’t (wouldn’t) say. But The Lonesome Heart is Angry does best loans in the libraries. Equally Hi Love, You Just Dropped Your Glove – the third in my McCusker series, which is set in Northern Ireland –I’m particularly fond of. I admit that might just be because it’s the latest title, but equally I would say I love the way McCusker and O’Carroll have taken over the story.

 

  1. Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

 

Believe in yourself. Write the book you’d love to read. Please never forget that agentsandeditors frequently get it wrong.Perseverance pays!

 

  1. Do you hear from your readers much?

 

Yes.

 

What kinds of things do they say?

 

Be careful crossing the road and write home often.

 

  1. Do you like to create books for adults?

 

Of course, but it does take a magic talent to write stories for kids.

 

  1. What do you think makes a good story?

 

A story which is difficult to put down, and when you do, you can’t wait to get back to it the next day. For me a good story is a story, which, even though it is fiction, reads as a true story.

 

  1. As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

 

True story. Even though I grew up in rural Northern Ireland, I wanted to join the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

 

  1. What would you like my readers to know?

 

That I believe the success of a good book always depends on the reader.

 

 

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An Aeon by birth, Diane Butler knew when she walked away from her fellow Aeons that she wanted certain things: wealth, power, acceptance. But she'd come to realize she didn't belong with Dark Sides and joined in the battle to save Auralia from darkness. But when her past comes after her, she understand that she can't escape it with a simple name change.

A surprise encounter that turns ugly pits lone Emmett Forrest against thugs determined to hurt Cassie. With each threat out cold on the ground, he believes he's done. But when the men report the incident to the Auralia Police Department, he can't avoid the drama or the intrigue surrounding her.

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“Anyone else bored as sin? We stopped the Irish mob and Dark Sides from taking over Auralia in December. January and February, we took some time to recover from Dark Sides’ Project Reckoning. I know you all have been tending to your personal lives, your relationships, and your careers, but for me, those two months were the epitome of boredom. Now March is almost over, and still boredom reigns.”

“Diane—” Braden started.

“Cassie,” she interrupted. “Try to remember, Braden. I’ve told you so many times that I’m using my middle name now. I’m not Diane anymore.” She pouted her lips.

Braden nodded. “Yes, sorry. You’re Cassandra Butler now, not Diane Butler.”

“Cassie. I told you, Cassie for short.” She swept her gaze around the living room at Braden and Payson’s house and flung her hands up. “I swear, it’s not that hard to remember my name. I made a change, I’m not Diane. I’m not that woman any more. I’m aligned with light and love. I’m Cassie. Cassie. Cassie Butler. Gauzy, gossamer, and open, not rigid, harsh, or angry Cassie.” The rock lodged in her gut weighed her down. Was she different? Truly? She’d been putting in the work with her counselor, Claire Eve Kelly, to make the change permanent. But with the chaos of the past not far behind, she ached for the excitement of the life she had. The parties, the conniving to get what she wanted. It had all been so mesmerizing.

About the Author After cutting her writing teeth as a feature writer for commercial and trade magazines, a reporter for newspapers and radio, and an executive editor for a communications company, award-winning author Lynn Crandall tuned her voracious appetite for stories to writing contemporary and paranormal romance, women’s fiction, and romantic suspense. In her books, she enjoys taking readers on emotional journeys with relatable characters who refuse to back down, and face challenges and tribulations with heart and soul. She believes every love has a story, and hers is with one handsome husband and a large, beautiful circle of family, including her cat Winter.

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Sunday, June 14, 2026

The Ice Queen’s Shoes by R.S. Kellogg EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY

The Ice Queen’s Shoes
R.S. Kellogg
(Breadcove Bay)
Publication date: August 7th 2021
Genres: Adult, Fantasy

When missing your train could change everything…

Freshly graduated from Borealis University and reeling from a failed apprenticeship, Della only wants to get home. But a minor injury changes her route in magical ways and opens unexpected possibilities.

If you love atmospheric fantasy, subtle magic, and stories where a single moment can change a life, discover The Ice Queen’s Shoes today.

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EXCERPT:

“It is my holiday,” the man sitting across from Della on the train said. “A short one. Two days. So, I suppose it’s going a little bit differently than how I’d envisioned.”

Della watched him carefully. Who had a holiday that lasted only two days? And, for that matter, what kind of a person had a holiday now? Her university had reached the end of its term, but most of the city wouldn’t go on holiday for another three weeks, and then the whole city basically would take a month off.

The old man must have read something in her questioning expression. “I’ve been working on a project,” he said. He looked a bit stressed as he said it, but there was also something a bit impish about him—Della liked him despite her natural distrust of strangers. He seemed avuncular, and she could tell by the unique worn smooth brown cloth of his clothing that he was one of the North Men, rarely sighted in the city of Breadcove Bay.

She was a little flattered by the focus of his attention.

It was going to take some time to get to where she was going, so she may as well spend the time in interesting conversation.

“Tell me about your project,” she said.

He grinned. It was all the encouragement he needed.

“Me and my men have been tracking something across the northern plains,” he said, with the flair of a natural storyteller. “And a week ago, it just got a little bit more interesting. But three days ago, the trail went cold, fast. So, me and the men, we decided a break was in order. We’d each take a two-day vacation, and start at it fresh again.”

“If you’re tracking something,” Della interjected, “Wouldn’t taking a break mean you’d risk the trail going cold?”

The man shook his head.

He looked smug, Della thought. Smug with the air of a man who has supreme confidence in his craft.

“It’s not a beast I’m tracking,” he said. “Not that kind of a being at all. The way tracking of this nature goes, first the trail goes cold, then, we take a break, and if we’re lucky, as we soften our approach to it, the perfect information will naturally show up.”

Curiosity piqued, Della tilted her head. “Naturally show up when you are nowhere near the trail of your prey? I ask you, what on earth are you tracking?”

She’d heard, of course, the legends: that North Men tracked animals, found lost humans, located lost camps and lost objects, and sometimes . . . rumor had it . . . tracked supernatural beings.

She wondered whether she’d happened upon a North Man in the middle of a fairy tale, feeling a bit like an explorer who has stumbled into a strange new environment, where the people might do something completely unexpected at any moment.

Staring at him as though she were watching a polar bear in the governor’s private animal enclosure, where she had been a guest at the winter party one year, she waited as he seemed to debate within himself whether to share with her any part of his tracking tale—and if so, how much.

“I’m tracking a lady,” he finally said, and Della roared with laughter.

The man jolted, clearly knocked off kilter by Della’s hearty response.

She didn’t have a delicate laugh. It was more like the way a man would laugh when he had bested everyone at a game of cards. And it would come out of nowhere.

She cocked an eyebrow at him, folding her arms. She didn’t care a twig how people responded to her laugh. They could take her or leave her.

Just as she could take or leave anyone who came across her path.

And at the moment, this was a person who was entertaining her.

“You’re tracking a woman?” she asked him. “Did she wander out into the north and get lost? Or are you trying to find a romance?”

She snorted and shook her head.

He looked wounded but still doggedly eager to pursue the conversation.

“I’m tracking a Sky Woman,” he said, and Della leaned forward intently, her smile instantly gone.

A Sky Woman.

That would be more akin to a goddess.

“Why are you tracking a Sky Woman?” she asked him.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s complicated,” he said. “But it’s part of the job of my family, and my men, to keep the balance between the Sky people of the north and the boundaries of the city. We have to make sure that neither side encroaches on the side of the other.”

She sighed. “That sounds like a big project.”

He nodded.

“How do you even begin to do something like that?” Della asked.


Author Bio:

R.S. Kellogg writes the Everyday Goddess Stories, the Mermaid Magic Tales, and fiction in the story realms of Breadcove Bay and Agratica, among other places.

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Saturday, June 13, 2026

Undying by Christy Healy GIVEAWAY

Undying
Christy Healy
Publication date: June 9th 2026
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Rory Ó Conchúir has always known that she was destined for war. Her deadly gifts, the unwanted inheritance of her ancestor, the Mórrígan, can only be wielded as a weapon of destruction and doom. For years, she would not allow herself to be used as such, instead choosing to live far across the sea, refusing to regret what she has left behind in order to do so…until the fateful day that she learns of the price she has paid for her peace.

Niall Ó Flannagáin, the young king of Connacht, was never meant for war — that has always been his half-sister, Rory’s, role. But now he finds himself threatened with a foreign invasion and the ruination of the realm, without her aid. In desperation, he turns to a powerful enemy as an ally, his only hope to unite the provinces against the foreign armies gathering even now to destroy the land he has sworn to protect.

Locke MacMurchada, the son of the most hated traitor in all of Éire, owes a debt that he knows he can never pay. But when the opportunity to propose a political marriage with the murderous Rory Ó Conchúir arises, he seizes the chance to protect what is left of both his people, as well as the legacy which his father ripped to shreds…so long as she doesn’t kill him first.

When the fateful day of doom at last arrives, the fates of all three royals – the cursed princess, the young king, and the traitor prince – become inextricably woven together, forcing them to face new threats and old enemies, hoping to forge a stronger Éire from the ashes of the old.


Content Warnings:
Frequent depictions of war & battle scenes
Graphic descriptions of torture & death
Loss of a family member
Discussions of grief & self-hatred
On-page death of major character

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Author Bio:

Christy Healy has been a book nerd ever since she was a little girl hiding under the covers with a flashlight and a dog-eared copy of Anne of Green Gables. She started writing soon after, and the obsession only grew. Now Christy weaves stories of her own into the myths and tales of the Celtic, Indo-European, and Greco-Roman worlds that she has loved for so long. When not lost in her fantasy worlds, she lives in North Carolina with her children, her dog, and her husband.

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