Lauren Carr fell in love with mysteries when her mother read Perry Mason to her at bedtime. The first installment in the Joshua Thornton mysteries, A Small Case of Murder was a finalist for the Independent Publisher Book Award.
Lauren is also the author of the Mac Faraday Mysteries, which take place in Deep Creek Lake, Maryland. It’s Murder, My Son, Old Loves Die Hard, and Shades of Murder have all been getting rave reviews from readers and reviewers.
Dead on Ice introduces a new series entitled Lovers in Crime, in which Joshua Thornton will join forces with homicide detective Cameron Gates.
The owner of Acorn Book Services, Lauren is also a publishing manager, consultant, editor, cover and layout designer, and marketing agent for independent authors. This spring, two books written by independent authors will be released through the management of Acorn Book Services.
Lauren is a popular speaker who has made appearances at schools, youth groups, and on author panels at conventions. She also passes on what she has learned in her years of writing and publishing by conducting workshops and teaching in community education classes.
She lives with her husband, son, and two dogs on a mountain in Harpers Ferry, WV.
Visit Lauren’s websites and blog at:
Blog: Literary Wealth: http://literarywealth.wordpress.com/
Gnarly’s Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/GnarlyofMacFaradayMysteries
Lovers in Crime Facebook Page:
Mac Faraday, the detective in Lauren Carr’s Mac Faraday Mysteries, is a retired homicide detective from Washington D.C. His twenty year marriage ended with the pound of a gavel. His wife got the house and everything of value, while Mac was left with the credit cards that she had maxed out before kicking him out for another man.
When he saw who appeared to be another lawyer approaching him on the way out of the courtroom, Mac ran—for three blocks until he felt sorry for the man chasing him.
That was when Mac found out that he had inherited $270 million from his birth mother, Robin Spencer, who just so happened to be America’s Queen of Mystery. Mac also inherited her estate on Deep Creek Lake, a five-star resort on the top of Spencer Mountain, and Gnarly, his mother’s German shepherd, who has the distinction of being the only dog dishonorably discharged from the United States Army. (They refuse to talk about him.)
Here is Gnarly’s letter to Santa Clause:
First of all, I can explain:
Mac and I kind of got off on the wrong foot. (It’s Murder, My Son) When he first showed up and I knocked him down and stood on his chest and told him I was boss … I was just playing! How was I to know my new master didn’t have a sense of humor? He really proved it when he broke into my stash under his bed and called the police on me. Geez!
You see, Santa, I have been misunderstood from the very beginning.
I’m assuming you want me to explain about my arrest. I fully intended to pay for that bone (Old Loves Die Hard). The thing is, I happened into the store while out on patrol in my territory (Yes, the store was five miles from Spencer Manor, but I was chasing this squirrel named Otis—Whatever Otis tells you is a bold-faced lie!).
Where was I? Oh, yes, I was chasing Otis and I picked up this wonderful scent so I decided to follow that. The next thing I knew, I was in front of this store and when I stepped up to the door, it opened. So, I assumed I was being invited inside. The next thing I knew, I was in front of this gorgeous display of dog toys and bones and treats and they were all there for the picking. So, I picked out this wonderful bone. Well, I did notice a price tag on it, but I didn’t have my credit card on me because, being a dog, I have no pockets to carry a wallet. Since I had already drooled all over it, it would have been unsanitary to leave it there where some kid could touch it and pick up my dog germs. So, I took it home with me and figured I could send Mac back to pay for it later.
But then, Mac’s ex-wife showed up before I could tell Mac to go pay for my bone—right after Police Chief David O’Callaghan got there to squeal on me. Then, Mac’s ex-wife ended up dead in Mac’s private penthouse suite in the Spencer Inn and everyone forgot about my bone—except me.
It was to die for!
I guess you want an explanation for the fire—which was not my fault at all! I was defending my home when this art thief broke in (Shades of Murder). What was I supposed to do? I never went near that yacht, except to make it mine in the way we dogs do. But that certainly didn’t set the fire. It was the thief who set it on fire. Just because I happened to be chasing him while he was running for his life after waking me up from a really good nap—obviously, he never heard the saying, “Let sleeping dogs lie.”
Besides, who needs a yacht anyway?
Oh, as long as I’m coming clean, I assume you want me to tell you about the rubber duck. (Blast from the Past, coming January 2013) Well, I found it! But Mac, being the suspicious sort he is, would of course assume I stole it. You see, it is Mac’s suspicious nature that causes some of these things. I knew that if he found it he would assume I stole it and then I would get into trouble. So I hid it. How was I to know that such a small yellow rubber duck would cause a flood?
I am a good dog, Santa. Really I am. When you look at all the red in the bad column, take a look at all the stuff in the good column. I did help Mac to find out who killed my previous mistress (It’s Murder, My Son). I saved his life, too (Old Loves Die Hard). And then, I saved the manor when it got broken into, even if I was a little messy in doing so (Shades of Murder).
And then, best of all, I managed to help a frightened little girl, who in turn helped the police catch a couple of killers. (Blast from the Past).
What do you say, Santa? Do you think that maybe you can see fit to put me in the good category when it comes to passing out gifts this season?
Well, if not, here’s something else for you to consider:
Last Christmas, I saw you kissing Archie Monday under the mistletoe and I just so happened to take your picture. I hate to break it to you, but she’s Mac’s lady.
So, if you don’t leave me any presents under the tree, I’m going to take this picture of you kissing Archie and I’m going to put it up on Facebook.
Try explaining that to Mrs. Claus.
PS. My list is really simple. I want peace on Earth and safety and security for all my brothers and sisters in uniform all over the world (both human and canine).
Oh, if you can get me another yellow rubber duck, I would like that, too.
PPS. Don’t forget the can of Macadamia nuts!
Your devoted friend,
Gnarly’s squirrel friend (I’m the fat one!)
Want to read a story all about Gnarly? Try this brand new short
story— it’s 99 cents and includes “Lucky Dog”, and an excerpt
from Blast from the Past, which will come out in January.