Hana Keller is getting ready for a lovely holiday season. When she receives a rare tea set as a birthday gift, she decides to host a tea at her apartment for her closest friends. During the cozy get-together, one of Hana's friends gets word that a murderer is on the loose. Hana soon learns that the victim was Sandor Balog, a professor of Hungarian Studies at the local college.
With her growing psychic ability, Hana senses that she is going to be pulled into the investigation of the professor's death somehow. With her sexy boyfriend Erik on the case, Hana finds the Tea House steeped in suspects. She studies the smiling faces celebrating the season, but the real killer is good at hiding the truth and putting Hana in the hot seat….
Growing Up A Writer
By Julia Buckley
I wanted to write from the time I was very small. When I was
a tiny person in Catholic School, I wrote a poem for my mother in the awkward
letters of someone just mastering the art of printing, called “God is in my Basket.”
It detailed the way that God rode with me on my bicycle on the treacherous
route to school, on which we had to pass the public school, and the students
who made fun of our uniforms and occasionally called out insults.
As a child I loved everything about writing. Learning
letters and words and then practicing them on that grade-school three-lined
paper. I loved paper itself, and accumulated any old pads that my parents
tossed my way. I had folders of filler paper and a wealth of journals, and I
would sit in my room, where my father had made my sister and me a giant desk
made out of an old door. I would flip on my lamp, tidy my writing area, and
then pull a sheet of paper toward me with a sense of great anticipation. I
would then proceed to write some very mundane thing—perhaps a journal entry
about what my cat did that day, or what someone had said at school. By the time
I was a teenager, I had mastered the art of writing complete dialogues as I
remembered them (usually in an attempt to figure out boys and their mysterious
motivations). I still love writing dialogue today, but now I have total control
over what is said, on both sides of the exchange. Such is the power of the
fiction writer.
I loved those “Write-your-own books” that they used to sell
at every bookstore, in the days before the Internet. They would have racks and
racks of them, and I’d find the one with the best, most imagination-inspiring
cover, and purchase it for whatever they cost back then—five or six dollars.
Then I would bring it home, dreaming of the book I would write. I loved writing
“Chapter One” before a writing attempt, enamored with the trappings of being a
novelist if not yet equipped to actually write a novel. I started attempting
longer pieces of writing when I was in my early twenties—first a movie script
which was quite ridiculous but had some good dialogue, and then a mystery,
which had a fairly stupid plot but which helped me understand the discipline it
would take to write an entire book. I didn’t try to write a novel again until I
had a little baby, and I found myself with some extra time during his two and
three hour naps. I pecked away at a mystery that eventually won me my first
agent, although the book never sold.
Julia lives with her husband, three cats and a big rambunctious Labrador. She has two grown sons. In her free time she likes to watch Netflix (on which she has discovered the joy of French cinema), tend to the potted plants on her deck, read great books, or take part in one of her two book groups.
Visit Julia at her website, JuliaBuckley.com or her Facebook page, Julia Buckley Mystery Novels, or see her on Twitter @juliabucks. You can also explore her inspirations for Blue Lake on her Pinterest page, or follow her on Instagram at jellenbuckley.
"DEATH ON THE NIGHT OF LOST LIZARDS" by Julia Buckley sounds like a wonderful book and one I would love the opportunity to read. Great cover! Enjoyed reading the guest post and learning more about the author. It's always fun to know more about the person responsible for the books on you TBR list.
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