Today on Remenicky Writes a spotlight on Janet Lynn and her book Crepe Suzette.
Crepes
Suzette-A Cozy Mysery
By
Janet
Elizabeth Lynn
Summary
Wrigley
Rose, 25, editor of the Uptown Bulletin, decides to take life more seriously
and makes positive life affirmations. With the encouragement of her two best
girlfriends, she ventures in search of her biological parents and a husband to
begin a family of her own. She discovers
that her positive life affirmations work. She finds three great, but different
guys to possibly settle down with, plus, she finds a lead in her search for her
birth parents.
The
community has always loved her witty and humorous column. But suddenly, a
slander lawsuit is slapped on her and the paper. When the three guys she
thought she couldn’t live without and her job become tenuous, her life takes
drastic turns she never could have imagined. Especially when she discovers
mysterious information about her family. Wrigley is thrown into uncharted
waters and life threatening danger.
Excerpt
I walked
into Boss man's office for our Monday morning stand-up meeting at the Uptown
Bulletin. As usual, we were waiting for
Ed our copy guy. My co-worker Nate the
Snake was making nice with Boss Man, and Boss man's secretary, Lucy but I call her Looney Bin. This week she's in an outlandish, peacock
blue, pressed on lamée outfit.
First up
on the agenda was the Gay Pride Parade.
“I think Wrigley should go.” Nate
the snake whined. “She’s in charge of
the Entertainment section, not me.”
I
countered with my schedule, “I have to be at the Art Festival which brought in
thousands of dollars last week. They’re
giving the paper an award and they’re expecting me. I’m already scheduled with two other events
that Saturday.”
“I'm not
going. It's your event. You figure it out.” Nate the Snake smiled,
showing his tombstone teeth.
“I
can't,” I wanted to yell but kept the lid on it.
“I'm not
going and you can't make me,” he folded his arms, extending his chin like a
child in a tantrum.
I
watched his lips, fully expecting him to stick out his tongue.
“He
doesn't want to go Wrigs,” Boss Man looked over his shoulder at me and blew out
a smoke ring. “Make it work.”
“I can't
make it work. I can't be in two places
at once!” I think I was close to shouting.
“Okay
then send Lucy.” Nate the Snake suggested.
“I'd
love to!” spilled out of Looney Bin.
“She
can't do it!” I can just see Lucy walking down the sidewalk in her lamée with a
crowd of gay men following her while bidding on her outfit.
Everyone
looked at me, the room went dead silent.
I shouldn't have said that. Think
Wrigley, say something nice. “It's
dangerous. She doesn't know the ins and
outs of covering an event like this.”
“Okay,
I'll pick you up and I'll take you. You review
it.” Boss Man volunteered.
Silence
again. I put my hand on Looney Bin's
shoulder, “I'll give you an outline to follow.” I had to sound like I wanted to
help.
“Don't
touch me,” Looney Bin crouched to the other side of her chair.
“Okay.
Now the next thing on the agenda,” he looked at me.
“So, why
do I need a babysitter?” I protested. “I've been the editor of the
Entertainment Section for four years.
This never came up before.”
I told
myself to calm down, and stay focused. I
can't let it get to me. I'm a big girl,
I know how to take care of myself. I
tried to listen to Boss Man but I couldn't get last night's assignment at the
Bohemian Folk Music event out of my head.
It gave me such a headache that I left early. It's still echoing in my head!
I titled
my review, “One hundred and one ways to bang on things.” Boss Man is going to
have a fit when he edits it. Knowing
him, he'll sit back in his chair, blow smoke rings and stare me down. The number of smoke rings determined how mad
he is.
I deliberately
drank coffee this morning so I could focus for a long period of time. Nate the Snake was talking to Looney
Bin. Her peacock blue four inch nails
and hair bands sparkled from the sky light.
I saw Boss Man's mouth move, but for some reason I couldn't process
it. Focus, Wrigley, focus. There went my stomach again.
“So, if
I'm doing a good job,” I inquired, “why do I need a babysitter?” I really felt
indignant about this.
“Escort,
Wrigley. Escort.” Nate the Snake interrupted. “And just think, he may be some
gorgeous guy to escort you around!”
“Look,”
Boss Man stared me down with those bushy eyebrows of his. “The attorneys said I'm liable…the paper is
liable should something happen to you on an assignment. So we're sending an escort with you. Deal
with it Wrigs.”
Bio
I was born in Queens,
New York and raised in Long Island, until I was 12 years old. My family escaped
the freezing winters and hurricanes for the warmth and casual lifestyle of
Southern California.
I’ve always wanted to
write so made it a quest to write a novel. Ten years later, with much blood and
sweat, my first murder mystery novel was published in 2011.
I have traveled to the
far reached of the planet for work and for pleasure, collecting wonderful
memories, newfound friends and a large basket of shampoo and conditioner
samples from hotels.
Important
places to find me:
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