Victorian Mystery Author Nanci M. Pattenden

Novella Mystery Author Nanci M. Pattenden has joined the JUZDIZRTS Words & Music Author Event!

Nanci M. Pattenden is a genealogist and a fiction writer, with non-fiction articles in The Attic, Ancestors, and Site Lines. She is currently working on a collection of detective stories set in Victorian Toronto, as well as a novel based on an 1891 murder involving a young relative.

Body in the Harbour is the first novella in the Detective Hodgins series, published Nov 2014 by Murder Does Pay, Ink.

Nanci lives in Southern Ontario with her diabetic cat Sandy and has completed the Creative Writing program at the University of Calgary.

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The tranquility of a tight-knit neighbourhood in Victorian Toronto is shattered when a young girl becomes the next victim in a string of robberies, missing persons and murder. Why is her father acting so strangely? Could he somehow be involved? Are the two murders and the disappearance of a neighbour connected?

Detective Albert Hodgins travels east to Kingston and north to the tiny hamlet of Pine Grove looking for answers. The trail eventually leads to New York and a rather rough NY Captain whose methods are almost deadly. Hodgins frantically tries to piece everything together so the person responsible can pay for his, or her, crime.

“This is a great event. I’ve attended every one without fail and now I get to be on stage too!”

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Website: http://www.murderdoespayink.ca

Blog: https://nancipattenden.wordpress.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/nanci.pattenden

Twitter: @NanciMPattenden

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Excerpt from Author D.L. Narrol’s Steam Punk Book – Age of Chivalry

Daring, Danger, Drink and Disaster…

An Excerpt from Steam Punk writer D.L. Narrol’s book:

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Chapter One

Late September 1910 Captain Colin Limmerick stood by the gunnel of his vessel. The ship’s two steam pipes blew off excess as the one sail caught the chilled wind off the Irish Sea. He cranked away at the reel to bring in the latest catch. He put his bulging biceps to work as he pumped away at drawing the catch into the hold of the ship. The captain’s first mate, Eddy, stood behind him as he watched the tall, robust captain put his muscles to work. The fish made it into the hold, while the captain stared at the sea.

“Captain?” Eddy asked.

The captain gazed at the sea, as if he were in a trance. He winced with panic when he saw several people splashing about in the water. He reached for his bottle of whiskey, which sat on the planked floor of the deck. He took a few swigs and continued to stare. People squirmed and gasped for air as they slowly sank below the captivating waves. Their screams became less and less until only a few remained afloat.

“Captain? Are yaz feelin’ alright?” Eddy asked.

The last of the victims kept repeating the same phrase in Gaelic.

“Long live our Lord! And, long live Ireland.”

The captain bit his lip with horror as he watched each one of them sink into the frigid sea.

“Captain! Captain Colin! Are yaz feelin’ ill, or what?”

Colin turned to his first mate. “Oh, God!”
Eddy stepped closer to him. “What is it that ya see out there?”

Colin appeared horrified. “Oh, God! Sweet Christ!” He took the whiskey bottle and placed it against his lips. He started to drink profusely, while he focused on Eddy. He gazed at his first mate with penetrating eyes. Eddy noticed a tear run down his captain’s cheek.

“Oh, sakes, captain, yar cryin’? What’s wrong?” Eddy pulled the whiskey bottle from his captain’s hands. “Imagine a big strong man like yarself is cryin’. Ya got every wench chasin’ after yaz. The crew goes on about how much they wished they had yar good looks and brains. Can’t believe a man with so much to offer is cryin’.”

Colin looked at Eddy with his lips parted. He unbuttoned his jacket. He pulled his tartan scarf from his broad neck and unbuttoned his shirt. Eddy could see his bare chest and stomach.

“Look at me.”

Eddy noticed a deep scar on Colin’s belly. “Oh, God! Captain, what happened?”

Colin examined his wound for the umpteenth time. He ran his large hands over bumpy aftermath of skin.

“What happened, ye ask, Ed? A sword did this to me.”

“Oh, good Lord. What kinda mess did yaz get yarself into? Since when ya play with swords?”

“Since lately, I suppose.”

“Are ya cryin’ ’bout the wound, or are yaz in pain from it?”

“It does still cause me pain, so it does. Rosa stitched it up.”

“Rosa? She’s no medical doctor. Isn’t she an archeologist?”

“That she is, but there wasn’t a physician around. I’m not cryin’ ’bout me wound, but tell me somethin’, Ed? Are there people drowin’ in the sea just now?”

Eddy slowly turned his head. He squinted his eyes as he scanned the water.

“I’m not seein’ them, captain.”

Colin turned to his first mate. “What ye mean?”

Eddy sighed with frustration. “I’m confiscatin’ yar whiskey. Ya really gotta cut down, don’t ya think?”

Colin buttoned his shirt. “Cut down? So, ye think I’m a lush, do ye?”

“Think? I know. We’s all gotta cut down, don’t ya think?”

Timmy in the wheelhouse climbed down to the deck to where his captain was talking to the first mate.

“Howye, captain?”

Colin tipped his tweed cap at his crewmember. “Timmy.”

“Gotta message from me wench for ya, captain.”

“How is Deidre these days?” Colin asked.

“She says she’s dyin’ to see yaz again, captain. I think she’s in love with yaz.”

Eddy placed his hand on Timmy’s shoulder. “Be a good lad ‘n leave us be for now. Yar captain has run into a problem, eh?”

Timmy sprinted to the galley. Eddy chuckled.

“Kids today.”

Colin sat on the ledge of the deck. “I know ye don’t know what me work is like at the university, but… ”

“Ya never tell me anythin’ ’bout yar research. Yaz always been very secretive ’bout it.”

“I’m a fishin’ captain and PhD candidate at the London University; strange combination, isn’t it? But ye know, Ed, I was the one with the high grades in school. Here I am a simple man, a fisherman at that. Yet I always had that crave for research and higher education. But I’ve noticed the other PhD candidates like Rosa came from wealth. Did ye know her father was a professor? Same with Amoli’s father.”

“Of course, captain, those that go to university don’t come from workin’ class people like us, eh?” Eddy nudged Colin’s arm.

“So, why would I bore the first mate of me ship with me university bunk?”

“I’ve known yaz since ya was a wee lad on yar uncle’s ship. Nothin’ ya have ever said to me was ever borin’.”

“Yer too kind, Ed. Can ye give me back me whiskey bottle now?”

Eddy handed it back to his captain.

Colin took a few swigs. “Don’t want ye to repeat any of this.”

“Captain, ya know ya have me word.”

“I’ve been travelin’ to past times in history, so I have.”

Eddy grabbed Colin’s whiskey bottle and took a large gulp. “Time travel?”

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Be sure to join D.L. at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event where she will read from her steam punk novel at Archtop Cafe in Bolton this Saturday November 8th. The event begins at 2pm.

Excerpt from Author Diane Bator’s Mystery – The Bookstore Lady

Manipulating Murder Most Menacingly

An Excerpt from Mystery writer Diane Bator’s book:

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“It’s time.” Maddox’s smile faded.

It was official. Paulina Chourney went from executive secretary to loose end in less than an hour. Her boss was supposed to kill her to appease Maddox. Her lover. She knew too much.

For the past five years, she was trusted to keep Dunnsforth’s secrets. Danny had pictures of her photocopying contracts and memos Dunnsforth hid in a safe in his house. Paulina shopped for gifts for his wife and kids and arranged dates with his string of mistresses. Dunnsforth introduced her to Maddox, who made her his mistress who lived the life.

Was any of it worth Maddox’s scorn? From the way she covered her face with her hands, he was sure even drinking herself to death sounded preferable to taking a bullet.

Danny had a gun beneath his black leather jacket, but he doubted it would do much good when everyone else had similar weapons. “What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing.” Maddox shrugged. “Enjoy the show. This is Dunnsforth’s problem to take care of. If not, we’ll have to take care of him.”

Dunnsforth sat and poured two glasses of champagne. His hands shook and he spilled on Paulina’s blue dress. The wet blotch turned purple. “Drink up.”

“Yes, dear, drink up.” Maddox interlaced his fingers. “Enjoy your last taste of champagne.”

“I don’t want it.”

Chevy forced the glass to her lips.

The white French office doors flew open and Margaret Maddox, a tall, lean woman in a slinky red gown slit to her upper thigh, scowled.

“Honestly, Gerard. You invite all these people over then disappear into your office with your cronies. Give them the night off from your petty demands to celebrate. It’s not every day your company completes a hostile takeover.”

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Be sure to join Diane at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event where she will read from her mystery at Archtop Cafe in Bolton this Saturday November 8th. The event begins at 2pm.

Mystery Author Diane Bator

Mystery and Romance Author Diane Bator has joined the Fall 2014 JUZDIZRTS Author Event!

Diane is an avid hiker, Reiki Master and martial artist. Joining a writing group was the catalyst for writing her first murder mystery series and entering a writing contest. She won with Murder on Manitou and hasn’t looked back since. Hard at work on her second series and plotting yet a third, she lives in Southern Ontario, Canada with her husband, three teenagers, and a cat who thinks he’s a Husky.

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Danny Walker tracks Paulina Chourney who fell into the dark side of life and is lucky to get out before her boyfriend kills her. She arrives in a small town, a blessing in disguise since no one would never think to look for her in a place like Packham. She changes her name to Katie Mullins, makes a deal on a bookstore and joins a writing group then fades into anonymity.

Until Danny Walker shows up to visit family and figures out who she is.

When Paulina catches her landlady sneaking out in the middle of the night and Danny disappears, she must choose between life on the run or facing her past – before the quirky townsfolk turn her death into a spectacle.

“Thank you for inviting me to join in this event. I’m very excited to attend.”

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Webpage: http://penspaintsandpaper.com

Blog: http://dbator.blogspot.ca/

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Twitter: @dibator