I’ve a T-Shirt that says something like, “Pay no attention to my browsing history, I am a writer not a serial killer.” That’s a standard joke among authors—especially mystery writers. My husband’s always saying the FBI is going to come knocking on my door if they ever come across some of my Facebook conversations involving methods of murder. Rather macabre, but it is part of the business.
That’s why I had so much fun writing The Ghost and The Mystery Writer, because it is her writing that gets her in trouble.
A killer strikes under Frederickport Pier.
Before dawn the next morning, Marlow House’s celebrity guest, mystery author Hillary Hemingway, is busy writing about the crime for her upcoming novel—including details that only the real killer would know.
Coincidence? If so, it isn’t the first time.
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