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The second book I wrote, Eli’sHeart, is a love story and more. Krissy Porter and Eli Levin meet as youngteens when Eli, who is a piano prodigy, visits his older sister in Krissy’stown in Tennessee in the summer of 1953. They become good friends and are onthe verge of romance, but their relationship is ended by Eli’s over-protectivefamily. They find their way back to each other while college students and marry on Krissy’s twentieth birthday. 

The story continues as each of them builds a career in the music world. While Eli was born with an unusual gift for music, he also was bornwith a seriously damaged heart. Despite the challenge of never knowing when the various repairs on Eli’s heart might give out, Krissy and Eli enjoy a happy life. 

 

Perhaps Rachmaninoff’s famous quote,“Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music”prompted me to include in the romance the thought of reincarnation. When Krissy andEli find their way back to each other while college undergraduates, their relationship blossoms into a deep and intense love. Krissy isconvinced they are soul mates who have been together in a previous life. Howelse would Eli have such a remarkable ability to play piano with such technicalproficiency and such depth of emotion? Why else would they both have thisstrong sense that they belong together?

 

Learning more about the craft ofwriting over an additional fifteen novels prompted me to write a second editionof Eli’s Heart. There are no changes in the story, but in particular theearly chapters of the book have been tightened up by removing over fivethousand words and using less narration and more dialogue. Now the charactersare telling more of their story. I began the process nearly six years ago, butadditional books interfered. However, now I am ready to publish therevision, and it will be in print soon. The first edition was published in2014. I also adjusted the formatting to make the book an easier read, whichmeans that though there are fewer words, there are more pages. There is also a new cover, though the photo is the same one that appeared on the original: the hands of a dear friend and exceptional pianist, Scott Besser.

 

Readers of the first edition hadpraise for the book; they found it worth the read and the romance moved them.Music is Eli’s and Krissy’s life, and there are many passages about musicthroughout the book …always written from the viewpoint of the performer and/orthe listener. How music affects us is what makes it vital to life. Recently Ilearned of this quote from another great composer, Gabriel Fauré: “To me –music exists to elevate us as far as possible above everyday life.” Listeningand performing great music and allowing it to fill our being is an experiencelike no other. I hope I have managed to convey some sense of that in the book.

 

One reader’s response:

Eli’s Heart is a song from the heart.It is more than a coming of age for two young people—Eli with a damaged heart,and Krissy, with the love to embrace it. It is a romantic tale rich withintrospective detail between two people who met young and were not whole until theyjoined forces. It transcends the typical story of two people beatinginsurmountable odds. It is a story of living life to the fullest despite theodds. This provides a deep look into the world of music. Eli’s Heart isa musical delight, intertwining life and its drama with music.

 

 The literary genre cozy mystery is defined in this way:

The cozy mystery usually takes place in a small town or village. The small size of the setting makes it believable that all the suspects know each other. The amateur sleuth is usually a very likeable person—most often a female of “a certain age”—who is able to get the community members to talk freely (i.e. gossip) about each other. There may be law enforcement involved, but it’s the amateur sleuth who solves the mystery. Also, there are no gory descriptions of violence or explicit sex scenes. And if the mysteries appear as a series, it’s important to have engaging and interesting characters that the reader cares about and wants to know more about the lives of these people.

 

From the beginning, I’ve been breaking some of these rules, since Augusta is a somewhat prominent resident of the city of Cincinnati. And while Augusta has some sleuthing skills, which she expands over the course of the series, the mystery is actually solved by Cincinnati Homicide Detective Malcolm Mitchell—though with Augusta’s assistance in various ways. Not the least of which is the romantic interest which appears quickly after a somewhat confrontational first meeting.

 

Instead of community gossip, Augusta’s musical community is often involved in one way or another, since many of the victims (and sometimes the perpetrator) are also musicians. Unique to this series, I believe, is the inclusion of music in every book.

 

Other elements we find in Augusta’s mysteries include social issues; for instance, organized crime is important to the plot in three of the books. International espionage pops up in one. My current w.i.p. (The Case of the Casanova Cantor) begins during the “long, hot summer” of 1967. The plot includes Augusta championing racial diversity in casting opera productions at the fictional school, The Conservatory. The K.K.K. comes into the picture.

While Augusta and Malcolm are wild about each other, I close the door and turn off the lights when things begin to get heated. And I’ve managed to sidestep gory details about the murder victims, other than some clinical observations by the coroner—who also happens to be a musician. A friend of Augusta’s, he plays the organ sometimes at a church where she sometimes is a guest soloist.

 From comments I’ve received, I believe the people who most enjoy the series have become good friends with my protagonists. For me, that is one of the most enjoyable experiences in writing these books. To learn new things about my characters and share them with the readers.

 

The first book takes place in the spring of 1963, and about six months pass between the events in each subsequent book, and the same length of time between publication. There has been a bit of a hiatus in the series following book eight, The Case of the Bogus Beatle, set in the late summer of 1966. 1967 was a turbulent year in this country, and I hesitated to move into that time period. But since these books are more mystery than cozy, I decided to forge ahead, and the result will be in readers’ hands sometime this coming spring.

 

Here's the Prologue:

 

The “long, hot summer” of racial unrest in the United States during the summer of 1967 exploded in Cincinnati’s Avondale neighborhood on the evening of June 12. Tension had been building in the city over several years. and it came to a head after the arrest and conviction of a Black man, Posteal Laskey, for several brutal murders. Many felt Laskey had been railroaded, and following a tense but peaceful protest meeting a rock was thrown, smashing through a window.

Chaos quickly ensued. Avondale was a changing neighborhood, where for many years a majority of its residents had been members of the Jewish community. At the majestic Rockdale Temple, a showcase of Reform Judaism in the city, confirmation rehearsal had been completed. The young people had just begun to exit the building and found themselves caught up in the disturbance.

Eugene Geller, Cantor for the Temple, along with several other adults—and with no little difficulty—managed to get the young people to safety. Once assured his charges were out of harm’s way, Gene attempted to return to the Temple to pick up his car.

By then, violent street fighting ensued. Noise, objects, and smoke filled the air as members of the Cincinnati Police Department squared off against the rioters.

Gene did his best to avoid being caught up in the fray. In the confusion of the melee, he kept in the shadows, dashing toward a corner, rounding a building…and disappearing without a trace.

Rockdale Temple, c. 1967
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In the story of Scheherazade, the monarch Shahryar, on learning of his first wife’s infidelity, had her put to death. He then vowed to marry a new woman each day and have her put to death the following day before she could be unfaithful to him. At least, that’s the story as I understand it. Needless to say, he eventually ran out of eligible women to marry, and the brave Scheherazade, who was a reader (love that part) and had collected many stories, offered to marry her king. On her wedding night, she told Shahryar a story but didn’t finish it as the sun rose. So he kept her alive to hear the end of the story.

She completed that story but began a new one which once again she didn’t finish. She did this for a thousand and one nights, during which time the monarch fell in love with her, and when she finally ran out of tales, he didn’t want to lose her.

I first heard about this when a very young girl by listening to Rimsky-Korsakov’s orchestral suite based on this story, so it’s no wonder that literature and music were firmly joined in my appreciation for both art forms.

And as I weave my current story, The Case of the Casanova Cantor, book nine in the Augusta McKee Mysteries … and my seventeenth book overall…I begin to feel like a modern-day Scheherazade. But I’m not answering to a despot in order to save my life. I’m finding a way to fill my remaining days, however many may be left to me, with two things that bring me joy…music and writing. At eighty-five, who knows how much longer I may be around to create new tales?

Since I began writing on May 6, 2013, this coming May I will complete three thousand, six hundred and fifty-two days (two Leap Years in that period) of weaving my tales. (Take that, Scheherazade!) Admittedly, I don’t sit at my computer to put words on paper (so to speak) every day, but they’re brewing in my head constantly. I never dreamed when writing my first book, How I Grew Up, that ten years later I’d still be at it.

Since I live with an elderly cat (Josey is fifteen) who spends most of her time sleeping, my distractions are primarily teaching people how to use their voices correctly so they can sing all their lives. I’m grateful I can continue to do this, and equally grateful to be in touch with several former students who share their activities with me.

How fortunate am I, in this turbulent time in both our country and the world, to be able to escape into my own world, meet wonderful characters, tell their stories, and share our music in my stories.

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This morning, November 12, 2022, I  released my sixteenth book (fifteenth novel), And This Shall Be for Music.In many ways, I believe this is the book I’ve always wanted to write. The primary purpose of the book is to share the immense power music can have in our lives. I see it as the most powerful force in the universe, and I’ve said that in many different ways in most of my novels.

 

I first met the character Lindsey Cameron when I was writing the two books in “The Cameron Saga.” In Memories of Jake, she was the much-longed-for and much loved first child of Andrew and Mary Cameron, born after Andrew had been treated for PTSD and had begun his successful career as an artist. Near the end of the book, we learned she hoped for a career as an opera singer. In Man with No Yesterdays we again encountered Lindsey and learned she was quite a determined young woman.

 

Lindsey wanted me to tell her story, but in 2017 I obviously was not ready to do that and instead embarked on a series of murder mysteries which were great fun to write. The first two volumes in “The Augusta McKee Mystery Series” were released in 2019, and over the next three years, during which time our world turned upside down, writing the mysteries was truly an escape for me…going back to Cincinnati, the city I love most, and the 1960s, the time I lived there.

 

After releasing book eight in the mystery series, I felt ready to tackle Lindsey’s story. I knew it was not going to be an easy story to tell—Lindsey had to deal with some extremely difficult situations as a very young woman. Near the end of her undergraduate study at the Conservatory of Music in Cincinnati, in the early spring of 1996, her two housemates were in a freak accident and one was killed, the other badly injured, including the loss of his lower right leg.

 

I had written about four chapters in 2017 and went back to that material, which needed to be reworked. I began in December of 2021 and completed Lindsey’s story only recently. Writing a long, character-driven book after eight much shorter mysteries required a different rhythm to what I was doing, and many rewrites. But I think I’m ready for my new baby to meet the world. Early readers have given me very strong, positive responses, and all agree this book is the most powerful and most personal novel I’ve written.

From a beta reader, Ken Van Camp: “Wonderful job, your best book yet! Of course, the music therapy is a strong and original theme, and the character development is outstanding.”

 

Michael O’Daniel, a long-time friend who has been active for decades in the entertainment and film industries, agreed to read an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) and had this to say: “A tremendous piece of work that resonates in so many different ways—in particular the way music affects us in a way that nothing else does.”

 

Comments such as these are definitely heartening. However, there is still that writer’s trepidation about releasing this work, in which I bare my heart and soul to the reader.

But that’s life, isn’t it? And in truth, it’s why I write. To share that which is my passion.

 

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The fifth book I wrote, Memories of Jake, dealt with two brothers who served in Vietnam in the late 1960s-early 1970s, and the impact their service had on them and their families. Andrew, the older by two years, an artist and musician, enlisted from a sense of duty after his first year of college. His rakish younger brother Jacob, an athlete and ladies’ man, enlisted immediately after high school from a desire for adventure.

During Jake’s time in Vietnam, where he served as a Green Beret, a helicopter crash resulted in severe retrograde amnesia. He could remember a great deal about the world, but almost nothing of his past life other than a few early childhood memories. Such a memory loss meant he could not continue with what he had hoped for, a career in the military.

Eventually, Jake left home and lost all contact with his family for nearly two decades. His disappearance resulted in Andrew being hospitalized and treated for deep-seated mental and emotional problems. However, with good care and the love of his family, he recovered, but he never stopped wondering where Jake could be.

While writing Memories of Jakefrom Andrew’s POV, just for fun I wrote a short chapter in first person of a romantic tryst Jake had with Andrew’s college art teacher who found him attractive and charming. I shared it with Ashleigh Evans, my editor, and she loved it and thought I should include it in the book. We added a few such first person moments. Since Andrew was an artist, they are termed “Sketches” in the book.

When I reached the point of Jacob’s disappearance it became apparent to me I couldn’t finish Memories of Jake until I knew exactly what had happened to him. So, time out from one book while I wrote a fairly detailed outline of where Jake had been during those years. Readers of Memories of Jake often commented on how real a character Jake had become to them, and I knew then that I needed to tell Jake’s story in a second book.

Only, I let Jake tell his story in the first person. In Man with No Yesterdays, this great-grandmother attempted a novel by a young warrior. Except, of course, at that point Jake was no longer a warrior…and didn’t know who he now was. It became undoubtedly the greatest challenge I had set myself, and it took time and effort, but it resulted in a book many people have read and appreciated.

Jake’s memories from Vietnam were never recovered, but he met other vets, one of whom had served with him, and he told Jake about some of their experiences. The book required a great deal of research because Jake traveled from his home town in Pennsylvania, first south, then across the continent, and eventually into Canada. He met many people on his odyssey, and this author journeyed with him while learning a great deal.

My talented editor, Ashleigh, also an artist, painted a portrait of Jake as I had envisioned him. It later became the image on the book’s cover and the original painting hangs next to my computer. More than most characters, Jake is an integral part of my life.

 

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If you read and enjoyed “The Cameron Saga,” you’ll appreciate my upcoming release, And This Shall Be for Music. The protagonist, Lindsey Cameron, is Andrew’s daughter, a talented, aspiring opera singer who learns how quickly our life can change.

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During the forty-plus years I’ve had a private voice studio, I’ve been privileged to work with some unusually gifted students…students who have a naturally beautiful voice, excellent musical skills, an innate sense of musicality, and a passion for music. become professional performers, sometimes for only a few years, sometimes building a successful long-term career.

 

 I often say to these students: “We don’t choose music, music chooses us.” And I believe that to be true. However, being a Chosen One isn’t all smooth sailing. Especially in the World of Opera.

 

Even when a young singer has “all the tools,” there are no guarantees. It’s a difficult and demanding profession. Singers in particular are musical athletes. They need to be in great physical condition and constantly care for the voice. They spend hours and hours learning new music, memorizing music, coaching, studying, and rehearsing. They must be willing to travel sometimes at the drop of a hat. Despite this, as one of my most successful students said at one time, “sometimes the best singers never make it.” The factor that can’t be ignored is luck—being in the right place at the right time, or being the right choice for a particular opportunity.

 

My recent research into music therapy led me to wonder about the incidence of mental illness and emotional distress in this population (performers), and it was no surprise to learn that it is indeed higher than in the general population. These are by and large sensitive people who respond more intensely to the stressors they undergo as they attempt to build a career.

Yet a passion for music and the skills for performance are powerful motivators, and many people continue to pursue such a career. I for one am grateful they make this choice…for what would life be without the music they share with us? The reward goes far beyond receiving remuneration for their “work.”

 

Magical moments can happen in a live performance…magical for both performer and audience alike. For a while, all else is forgotten, and together we enter into an unforgettable time and space which removes us from our day-to-day existence.

 

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, 

flight to the imagination and life to everything.” 

– (attributed to Plato)

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In my book Memories of Jake, the first in a series of two about brothers who served in Vietnam and how they managed to survive it, my character Andrew Cameron is an artist. Yet music is vital to his very existence. Andrew listens to music as he paints; it inspires him. Music provides hope, comfort, and healing throughout his life, through whatever challenges he must face. Music is also part of the happiness he experiences.

Music is in every book I write. How could it not be? As a child, my engineer father, whose avocation was playing the trumpet, frequently had recordings playing on the stereo in our home. Mostly classical orchestral music, which he loved and which I came to love as well. Like many young girls, I studied piano and ballet, learning more musical literature, and I eventually discovered opera at the age of 14 by listening to a Saturday Metropolitan Opera broadcast. It was, as I’ve said before, like falling in love, a love that has lasted a lifetime. Music has never failed me.

 

I’ve had interesting responses to the music in my books. One reader’s review referred to my work as “music-centric” and I really like that description. Another reader, who hadn’t anticipated that music would permeate the pages, entitled her (one star) Amazon review of Eli’s Heart: “You should be an opera enthusiastic (sic) to really enjoy this.” Well, an honest appraisal from her point of view; the book is certainly full of music.The main characters are two musicians who meet at the age of sixteen.The young man, a piano prodigy,was born with a defective heart. Yet he and his love manage to enjoy a fulfilling life which includes his highly successful career—because of the music that brought them together and filled their lives.

That was my second novel, and I am now at work on novel number 15. The main character in this latest one is Andrew Cameron’s daughter Lindsey, who has wanted to be an opera singer since she was seven. The book begins in 1996, just before she completes her bachelor of music degree. It is definitely “music-centric,” and there is a great deal about the world of opera…among other things. (Maybe I should offer my one-star reviewer a complimentary copy?) Once again, my characters face challenges, and the music in their lives helps them to meet those challenges. So if you’ve read ”The Cameron Saga,” and choose to read And This Shall Be for Music when it’s released, you’ll revisit old friends and follow Lindsey’s path and that of her close friends and the man she comes to love.

 

When I write about music, I describe it from the point of view of the listener or performer, or both. This excerpt is from the prologue to Memories of Jake. Andrew’s younger brother Jake has been missing for some years after returning home from Vietnam with retrograde amnesia, choosing to try to find the man he is now rather than struggle to recapture who he once was. Older brother Andrew receives a phone call from a sheriff in North Carolina, which is where Andrew was last seen. Human remains have been found and since Jake’s is an unresolved missing person case, it’s necessary to have them tested. Andrew hears back from the sheriff and puts on a recording to help him deal with this new crisis.

 

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Listening to this music always helped him reconnect with all the good in the universe, and when the second movement of Brahms’ Requiem started, Andrew was able to focus on the music and let it wash over him. The repeated timpani beats seemed to him the broken heartbeat of all humanity; the stately chords led into the chorus singing softly:

 

Behold, all flesh is as the grass,

And all the glory of man is as the flower of grass.

For lo, the grass withers,

And the flower fades away.

 

The orchestra returned, the chords changed and the powerful forward movement of the music culminated in the chorus now bursting forth full force with the repeat of the opening phrase and then dying away softly. But Brahms wasn’t done yet. An a cappella section was like a light playing through the gloom:

 

Be patient for the coming of the Lord.

See how the farmer waits patiently

To receive the rain.

 

The entire first section was repeated. Then came the part Andrew found so powerful he had to remind himself to breathe. A complete change of mood, the sun bursting forth and completely destroying the darkness:

 

But the word of the Lord endures forever …

And sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

 

Andrew had been introduced to the Brahms Requiem when he returned to college after his tour of duty in Vietnam. He had felt lost for a time, unable to shake the experiences of the war, no matter how hard he tried to forget them. He needed some way to reconnect with the boy he had been before he left: the boy who loved art and music and beauty and peace. Brahms’ music helped bring him back; it spoke to him of hope and a great promise. Death is not the end, it proclaimed. Not even for his lost brother, no matter what may have happened to him.

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The remains uncovered in North Carolina, Andrew learns, are not Jake’s. Hope remains alive for his missing brother.

 

Writing this book was a wonderful, gripping, emotionally wrenching, yet uplifting journey. It wasn’t easy to write, and it isn’t easy to read. But many readers have found it well worth the journey it took them on. Memories of Jake is available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle.

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 I’m staring at a page that’s about three quarters written, and the heading says “Chapter 27.” But I’m wondering if this book is ever going to be finished. This is first draft, and I feel like I’ve been swimming through a river of mud and driftwood during the last few chapters. I’m supposed to enjoy writing. I want to enjoy writing. I have enjoyed writing. Right now, though, it feels more like an arduous chore.

 

I heard my first opera in the fall of 1952. I was fourteen, listening to a Saturday Metropolitan Opera broadcast of Claude Debussy’s Pelleas et Melisande (sung in French, of course). It was love at first…well, hearing. In the fall of 1955, I became a freshman at the Cincinnati College-Conservatory of Music, thrilled beyond belief to have been accepted as a vocal performance major.

 

This is a preamble to the book I’m attempting to write at this point in my second career as a writer, which began nine years ago at the age of seventy-five. I’ve written fifteen books, much to my astonishment. All of them include music. Music has been my life since even before that fourteen-year-old impressionable child became enamored of opera, thanks to a father who loved classical music (though opera wasn’t his thing). Even my eight-book cozy mystery series overflows with music. Some people love these books (it would be nice if there were more readers, but I think my protagonist Augusta McKee—singer/teacher/amateur sleuth—has a small but loyal following).

 

My years at CCM were a dream come true. As a freshman, I realized fairly early on that my voice was one of those described thusly: “she has a small voice, but it’s pretty” (any singer will know exactly what I’m saying…at least it wasn’t “small, but ugly”). It was a real eye-opener to hear some of my schoolmates—indeed, some of my classmates, who had large, mature, thrilling voices. Wisely, I realized singing at the Met was not going to happen for this soprano. That was okay, I still loved opera and wanted to somehow be part of that world. Then I met this tenor.

 

Yes, I fell madly in fatuation (I just made that up) and fairly soon we were married. He had a true talent, and for about a decade managed to sing professionally. I did everything I could to support his dream. Or what I thought was his dream. After those ten years, he decided the life of an opera singer wasn’t for him, and instead established himself as an independent notesetter for music publishing companies. He liked his new career, and I accepted it. He loved to sing, but he never truly loved singing opera. (His acting ability was not on a par with his singing ability, but that didn’t prevent him from continuing to sing right up until his death fourteen years ago.)

 

Three children later, we left Cincinnati to move to Northeastern Pennsylvania so the notesetter could be close to his primary customer. He then suggested I establishing a private vocal studio, and that’s when I realized my true calling. Because of that “small, but pretty” voice I had worked hard to develop my own instrument. While my voice was never suited for opera, I had become a decent singer, thanks to the three excellent teachers I worked with. What I learned, I loved teaching to young singers, and it turns out I communicated vocal technique to them well, along with my passion for classical vocal music. I believe in the past forty-three years nearly every student who came into my studio left with a better understanding of their voice, and some continued their music studies in college. Some even built careers, which was tremendously gratifying for this teacher.

 

So, the book I’m attempting is about a young aspiring opera singer, beginning with her graduation from “the Conservatory” (translation: CCM) in 1996. It should be easy, right? I’ve been on the fringes of “Opera World” for decades, and even lived there with the tenor for a time back in the sixties. Not so. The “landscape” of opera in the United States changed dramatically beginning sometime in the sixties, and while at that time there were two major opera houses in this country (the Met and San Francisco) and three regional opera houses…that adds up to five…these days the organization Opera America has a list of ONE HUNDRED FORTY-NINE major and regional opera companies on their list. And there could be even more.

 

This showed me that my protagonist, Lindsey, has a lot of decisions ahead of her, so I needed to learn all about the growth of my favorite art form over the past five or six decades. How does an aspiring opera singer build a career in more recent years? She has many paths, but also much competition.

 

On top of that, because of a trauma in her young life, Lindsey becomes aware of music therapy, the Bonny method of Guided Imagery with Music in particular. Something else I’m researching because until I started writing this book, I had never heard of GIM music therapy.

 

So. Here I am, up to the first draft of Chapter 27 and my outline shows potentially 32 chapters (it could be one or two more). You’d think the finish line would be in sight. And yet, lots of logs and debris in this river as I thrash and splash my way through.

 

Opera in America is as much of a production offstage as it is on. Those who love the art and try to make it happen face challenges, sometimes traumatic, that can change them. This next story shows how people react to what a life fraught with trials in opera can bring, seen through the eyes and experiences of my soprano Lindsey.

 

Am I having fun yet?

 

Well…I am. In a weird sort of way. Which only means I’m a writer. Right?

One of the things I enjoy most about writing is research. And my favorite part of research is finding remarkable people who are willing to share their time and expertise to assist a writer pursuing a subject they are passionate about. 

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fter writing several historical novels, the last two of which were intense because they were about brothers who had served in the Vietnam War, I decided four years ago to go in a completely different direction and try my hand at a cozy mystery. I chose to set my story in a city I love, Cincinnati, when I lived there during the nineteen-sixties.

Almost immediately I was stymied by police procedure in that city in that era.  I found online good information about how the Cincinnati Police Department operates today. My memories of the city were that we admired the local police and felt protected, but since I was never on the wrong side of the law, I’d had almost no personal interaction with what I’ve since learned was maybe the greatest police department in the country at the time.

During an internet search, I stumbled across the Facebook page of the Greater Cincinnati Police Historical Society. A further search took me to the organization’s website, and I wondered if this might be a place where I could get some answers. I sent a message through the Facebook page, explaining who I was and what I hoped to do. Fairly quickly I had a very nice return message from retired Det. Lt. Stephen Kramer, then president of the organization, saying he’d be happy to help me. I had done as much preliminary research as I could, so I sent Lt. Kramer my list of questions about police work in the city during that era, explained my story in more detail, and again in a short time received a remarkably complete and wonderfully written response addressing my questions.

Eight books later, I can’t even imagine how many e-mails have flown through cyberspace between Steve Kramer and myself. I know that without his input, interest and guidance, “The Augusta McKee Mystery Series” would be sadly lacking in accuracy and interesting details, and also in the personality of one of the main characters. Homicide Detective Malcolm Mitchell has become a significant part of all the novels in the series.

 

A writer himself, Steve Kramer has been willing to help me work out details in each plot so that they are believable, even when I’ve stretched the envelope a bit. Need a really scary jail where Augusta visits a suspect? Here you go…the Cincinnati Workhouse, complete with its history, photos and his own visceral reaction to the place. Perfect. Who provided security for Music Hall in 1964? Not only an answer but a contact, the former chief of the Cincinnati Private Police Association. (All those times I attended concerts and even performed in Music Hall, and I never knew that.)

I lived in Cincinnati from 1955-1971 and remembered Sheriff George Ratterman and April Flowers, and knew Newport wasn’t the picturesque town it appeared to be from the Eden Park Overlook. But I never knew about master bootlegger George Remus, and even more, his wife Imogene’s ghost. Lt. Kramer recommended a book which gave me a wonderful insight into that story. Imogene is discussed in the second book in the series when Augusta is directing an opera workshop production that includes operatic ghosts.

We (notice I moved from “I” to “we” by book #3) need to stop this suspect from getting on a plane on her way to flee the country and to complicate matters further, we want her to be arrested but released. Fortunately, Augusta’s best friend is involved with a criminal defense attorney. A wild drive to the airport and while Malcolm tracks down the suspect to detain her, Augusta calls Garrett and tells him to get over there ASAP because the suspect needs his assistance.

More recently: need to check out a downtown Cincinnati car chase? I put together the route from my vivid memories of driving in the city often and with the help of Google maps. Steve and his wife Pat “surveilled” it for book #8 by driving it! (Aside: The Case of the Bogus Beatle, which begins with an actual Beatles concert at Crosley Field in August, 1966, along with all other books in the series are available on Amazon, Kindle and paperback. You can find them on my author page, Susan Moore Jordan. Note: end of the shameless self-promotion pitch.)

An enormously important element of this book series is Lt. Kramer’s insight into what drives a dedicated law enforcement officer. There are numerous times in the books when the words that come out of Malcolm Mitchell’s mouth originated in Stephen Kramer’s emails. My female protagonist (there’s a spark there even at their first contentious meeting) eventually asks Detective Mitchell why he became a cop. And more specifically, a homicide detective. Here’s what Steve Kramer sent me, which almost verbatim became Malcolm’s explanation to his new love interest:

“Being a homicide detective has to be one of the most satisfying occupations on God’s earth. Mentally, it’s challenging. It’s like playing a different puzzle every day, except the outcome is very important to another human being. Actually, if you’re successful, two human beings. No, if you’re successful, many human beings, considering what happens if you don’t catch the perpetrator…he just keeps perpetratin’. When you’re doing a homicide investigation, you see the person who’s dead and you have a physical reminder of what’s going to happen if you don’t catch who did it. When you catch him, it’s hard to explain how it makes you feel. The endorphins scatter in your brain like fireworks. It may be the best thing you ever feel.”

I’ve never asked Steve Kramer why he’s willing to have emailed me thousands and thousands of words (along with more photos) to assist with these books. Maybe I’m afraid he’ll decide enough, already, at some point, but I have a feeling he enjoys sharing his knowledge and memories of his lengthy service to the city we both love.

He’s done all this to date for copies of the novels and a gift certificate to Skyline Chili (one of the things I really, really miss about living in Cincinnati). We’ve never even spoken on the phone. Maybe it’s the twenty-first century equivalent of being pen pals?

Steve Kramer is definitely my favorite person I’ve never met face to face, but I feel he’s become a valued friend.

Det. Lt. Steve Kramer then ...

... and now

 

 

 One brother can’t forget. The other can’t remember.

 

Andrew and Jacob Cameron are tied together by a bond more powerful than blood. As young children, they experience a horrific event that tears their family apart. Then just as they complete their high school years, the Vietnam War intensifies. Both young men serve in the military: Andrew in the Marine Corps, Jake as a Green Beret. Each brother is damaged by his service in Vietnam, Jake in a way that will change his life forever.

 

A helicopter crash in Vietnam leaves Jake with total amnesia, and the young Green Beret returns home to a family he doesn't know and a life he can't remember. Unable to be the son and brother his family has lost, Jake sets out to learn whatever he can about the man he was. When he uncovers a dark family secret, he decides to protect the people he loves by disappearing.

 

Andrew's life is left in shambles. His loving parents, his always supportive wife Mary, even his burgeoning career as an artist seem not to be enough to alleviate the pain of Andrew's frantic question: Where is my brother?

 

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 The Cameron brothers’ books, Memories of Jake and Man with No Yesterdays, required considerable research. While I didn’t write war scenes, my characters talk about their experiences. I spoke with veterans, read many first-person accounts, read online articles and veterans forums’ entries, and watched films and videos in order to try to understand the impact of service in Vietnam on those who served. Coming back was difficult for many of those who made it home. I was fortunate to find a consultant, a veteran of both Korea and Vietnam, retired Army Lt. Col. Chuck Vincent, whose assistance was invaluable.

For nearly two years I immersed myself in that period in history, and it was an intensely emotional experience. I found on YouTube television coverage of the fall of Saigon and watching it again, all these years later, I had the same visceral experience. But I learned about Operation Frequent Wind … a herculean effort by helicopter pilots to rescue as many South Vietnamese as possible for 48 hours after the city fell. It’s a little-known story about the war, I believe. I have a description as an appendix to Man with No Yesterdays. Our warriors fought with valor.

I’ve received gratifying reviews for both books from Amazon readers. One of my favorites:

Man With No Yesterdays is a relatable story … for veterans and the people who love them. This is a story for those who have returned home, body intact, but a mind in downfall, suffering from crippling mood disorders like PTSD, depression, and anxiety. It is a well-researched and engaging story full of hope, love, forgiveness, and survival. A must-read.

The Kindle edition of both books is currently available at a slightly reduced price, $3.49, and Memories of Jake is free to readers who are members of Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited.