Meet Janis Lane and Emma Lane: Cosy Mysteries by Janis Lane and Regency by Emma lane
Personal career path:
My writing career started kind of late, No, I won’t say how
late. Suffice to say I found it more accommodating to work on a computer than
pound away on that fractious typewriter. I’m a big nature gal, so my first
attempts were adventure novels on the wilds of Florida . I loved the avenue for research.
Next, I indulged in one of my favorite genres, Regency Romance.
Most of my historical Regencies are available on Amazon; some are presented in paperback. The latest to be released are A Regency Christmas Collection 11 and The Recalcitrant Duke under the pen name ofEmma Lane .
Next, I indulged in one of my favorite genres, Regency Romance.
Most of my historical Regencies are available on Amazon; some are presented in paperback. The latest to be released are A Regency Christmas Collection 11 and The Recalcitrant Duke under the pen name of
I write Cozy Mysteries as
I don’t
call myself a pantster because I have usually plotted out a vague sketch of the
story before I sit down to write. Sometimes, especially if it’s to be a short
story or novella, all I have is an idea or a vision of a character in my mind,
mostly the characters. They appear and demand to be released. I have wondered
if other authors feel lonesome for their characters when the story comes to an
end.
Georgette
Heyer is my favorite Regency author. I love her sense of humour. I am a reader
of everything so I can’t really say what specifically influences my mystery
writing. I find it fascinating that I must write the story backwards from the
solution for the story to work. A small town populated by ordinary citizens
would react a certain way if a murder took place—I speculate what everyone
would think or do.
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Nature still is a big draw for me and I am indulged by my son who owns a plant nursery. I am employed to create flower arrangements. I share pictures of nature and my flowers on line on Facebook:
Nature still is a big draw for me and I am indulged by my son who owns a plant nursery. I am employed to create flower arrangements. I share pictures of nature and my flowers on line on Facebook:
Ocassionally I post on my own blog matters pertaining to
gardening. Those who indulge may find the archives of interest. https://emmajlane.com/2016/05/31/author-emma-lanes-gardening-tips-annuals-and-perennials/ www.emmajlane.com
The Kevin Fowler Mysteries
The first in the Detective Kevin Fowler series of Cozy
Mysteries, Murder in the Neighborhood,
is a sort of Agatha Hubbard .
As we enter the story, a race is already in progress to capture a serial killer
before he wipes out more middle-aged women. A romance has its beginnings as we
are introduced to home town princess, Beverly Hampton.
Christy-type genre rather than say, anything by Lee Childs. We meet the detective, his colleagues, friends, and community members in the small Western New York town of
Christy-type genre rather than say, anything by Lee Childs. We meet the detective, his colleagues, friends, and community members in the small Western New York town of
The second
in the sequence, Murder in the Junkyard,
follows the introduction of more home town members and a budding romance
between Kevin’s younger brother Ted and local artist Brenda. The lovely blonde
Swedish type loves a spring garage sale but is often found prowling a local
junkyard. When she stumbles upon the corpse of a man no one likes, she
immediately seeks the expert help of Detective Fowler. The mystery grows when a
large sum of money is found at the home of the victim. Another romance is
kindled, but may be put on hold.
Murder on Blake Hill, the 3rd
novel in the series and recently released, finds wedding bells finally warming
up for the detective and his love, Beverly Hampton. The mysterious death of two
septuagenarians and a rash of vandalism in the village are worrisome. Have the
teenagers declared an uprising? Night patrols reveal a totally unexpected and
shocking situation. Beverly
weeps over a long-ago tragedy. The local diner is awash with the fragrance of
fresh-baked, cinnamon sticky buns to the eternal gratitude of the local
citizens of Hubbard , New York .
Excerpt from Murder on Blake Hill: Detective Kevin Fowler
leaned over Beverly ’s
warm body to reach the nightstand hoping he could avoid waking her. She
murmured in her sleep but only threw an arm around his waist as he checked the
identity of the caller. He listened intently and knew there would be no more
rest for him tonight. Actually, he realized, glancing at the digital clock on
the nightstand, it was early morning and close to getting-up time.
The dead could wait, he
thought, as he made a pot of coffee in the gracious old kitchen. It was a study
in blue, Beverly ’s
favorite color. Brenda Bryant, a close friend, had worried she might choose
orange for her bridesmaids’ dresses, and he knew Beverly had teased her friends by threatening
to choose huge bows for their backsides. He chuckled with the memory of the
horror on their pretty faces. The wedding date was fast approaching. He was
amazed at all the preparations, although he ought not to be. His fiancée was
the hometown princess. Personally, he didn’t care how much fuss was made as
long as the deed was done and done well. They’d had their ups and downs, but
now Kevin openly confessed he could not live without his Cookie. He turned from
the refrigerator, where he had found a carton of half-and-half, to pet the warm
arms suddenly wrapped around his waist.
“I’m sorry to wake you up,
Cookie. Why don’t you go back to bed?” He turned to enfold his treasure. She
whispered sleepily into his chest and nuzzled her face against him.
“What, sweetheart? I think
you’re still half-asleep.” He snuggled and swayed with her in his arms content
to just hold her next to his heart.
She raised her head and
smiled up at him. “I said if you aren’t in a big hurry, can I ride with you? It
will save me a trip as a reporter for the paper. Is it a murder again? I heard
you grumbling.”
“Yes and yes. Both, but we do
need to get to it. I thought I’d make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in
case lunchtime in the country is a bit sparse. You want one too?” Beverly nodded as she
turned away and headed for the stairs. He finished up a Thermos of coffee and
two-sandwich lunch bags. Adding a couple of cookies, he folded the tops and
sipped a hot cup of coffee as he waited.
Someone had shot two septuagenarians
and left them lying side by side out by the old Blake Hill Cemetery . A courtesy call. He could have
refused, but apparently one of the bodies had an address in the village. The
State Police thought he ought to be in on the case. And so he should. He
considered it an honor to serve the citizens of Hubbard , New York ,
and did his best to live up to their trust in him.