Jaye Watson,There are times I'd rather write about serial killers than romantic lovers, and sometimes I prefer a good treatise on deadly poisons to a collection of homestyle recipes. It's often great fun to plot new and different ways to kill off the people who cut in front of me in grocery lines or crowd me on the freeway.
But that sort of behavior is frowned upon by society, so whenever one of those deadly urges hits, I sublimate --I write it all out in great and often bloody detail. Sometimes those ventings can turn into stories, like the ones my alter ego, Jaye Watson, writes...
Which bottle? Does Emaline seriously want to empty the contents of the little bottle into the cherry pie filling, or use the almond extract the recipe calls for?
Office Holiday Parties can be fun...or not. This year's would have been a lot more enjoyable if Mary hadn't dropped dead after tasting Emaline's salad.
There is a serial killer loose in town. But he--or she--is targeting dogs, harmless, well-loved pets, and the police aren't giving the cases priority. So Emaline steps in.
What with new owners causing a major unheaval at the lab, one of her best friends going berserk, and a mysterious invitation to visit a brothel, Emaline decides it's time to stop being cautious.
A lot has changed in her life, including her un-planned-for retirement. At loose ends, Emaline decides to clean out the attic she inherited from her grandfather. Even there she finds a mystery...