In addition to her series set in the northern panhandle of West Virginia, Lauren Carr has also written the Mac Faraday Mysteries, set on Deep Creek Lake in western Maryland, and the Thorny Rose Mysteries, set in Washington DC. The second installment in the Thorny Rose Mysteries, which features Joshua Thornton’s son Murphy and Jessica Faraday, Mac’s daughter, A Fine Year for Murder, was released in January 2017. The next book, Twofer Murder, will be released at the end of the year.
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 four dogs on a mountain in Harpers Ferry, WV. Visit Lauren Carr’s website at http://www.mysterylady.net to learn more about Lauren and her upcoming mysteries.
Writing is hard work. I’ve mentioned that before. Maybe not to you, but I certainly tell my family that a lot because to them it always looks like I’m playing around on my laptop.
It only looks like I’m goofing off watching all those puppy and kitten videos on YouTube. What I’m really doing is research.
So, after a long hard day of preparing for my Twofer Murder book tour with iReadsBook Tours, I really needed a break.
Now, you know how when you hear a tune on the radio and it keeps going through your mind over and over again? Well, the other day, that tune I had heard was:
If you want my body and you think I’m sexy, come on, Sugar, let me know …
So, after hours of being chained to my desk, writing one blog post and answering one interview question after another, I needed to cut loose … and I had this song going through my mind, which proved to be a dangerous combination.
With a sense of devil may care, I rose from my chair and made my way to the top of the stairs leading down to my husband’s study. I felt like Demi Moore in Striptease as I ripped open my blouse and dropped it to the floor. (Okay, maybe I didn’t actually rip it open.)
“… and you think I’m sexy …”
I threw open the study door and strutted in wearing nothing but a smile!
“… come on, Sugar, let me know!”
The dogs flew out of the study like bats exiting hell.
I struck the sexiest pose possible for a middle-aged mystery writer, who doesn’t feel like cleaning up the kitchen.
My husband spun around in his chair. His jaw dropped open—so did the phone he was talking on. “I’m on the phone!”
“Is now a bad time?” asked the guy on the other end of the line.
With a heavy sigh, I made my way back upstairs, gathering my clothes along the way—thanking God that it was not a Skype call my husband was on.
On the bright side, during dinner, my husband told me that the guy he was talking to had said I could go over to his house and serenade him anytime.