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About Aya Walksfar

Born on the wrong side of a big city, Aya’s illiterate grandfather and nearly-illiterate grandmother with the assistance of a Carnegie librarian taught Aya to read and write by the age of six. Aya's novels feature remarkable women who make difficult decisions. Connect with Aya: http://www.facebook.com/ayawalksfar Check out Aya's novels: http://www.amazon.com/author/ayawalksfar

Good Intentions

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Bev Ransom thinks her life can’t get any worse after her father dies unexpectedly. At least she has her friend and employer, Rene Lawson, an intriguing older woman whose past is shrouded in mystery. Then, on a day like any other, Bev goes to work and by evening, Rene is dead. Devastated and unable to let go of another loved one, Bev becomes obsessed with unraveling the mysteries that surrounded Rene. When she uncovers a twenty-year old secret, Bev’s world is shattered. Is there anyone she can trust?

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Dead Men and Cats

The quiet, agricultural community of Shadow Island is suddenly beset by violence. A dead man and a live calico kitten are discovered floating in an old rowboat in Shallow Point Cove. Then Dan Uley’s bookstore is firebombed. With a black cat. Both men were gay. Sheriff Johnson, known to have harsh feelings toward gays, makes no progress in catching the culprit. Megan Albright and Janie Sampson, a lesbian couple and long-time residents, fear the rash of violence is not over, and question the sheriff’s commitment to investigating the crimes. When their friend, Dan, is gruesomely murdered, they know time is running out to find this killer for there is no telling who will be the next to die. But, they never thought the trail would lead to a well-liked young man.

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Reviews

Review by: Cate Agosta on July 26, 2013 : star star star star star
This novella is a debut work for this Author. I also have to mention for those overly sensitive folks again, that this book does deal with matters relating to the LGBT community, so if you have issues with sexual orientation you may not want to read further. Regardless, or even because of this, I feel this Author may well be on their way to having their book spines rubbing covers with Hazel Holt and Laura Childs in the cozy mystery genre.

This is a cozy mystery of the best kind in this genre that I have read in a long time. The main character leads are both women, life partners, who just fit so comfortably into the role that this type of book demands of its ‘heroines’. They are both extremely well written and well developed characters, with their back stories being leaked to us bit by bit as we progress through the novella. There is no sudden rush of information, and no changing of the pace of the way of life these characters live, and at which pace the book was written. They were so well written I wanted to drop by and visit with them, the next time I headed North through WA State; they were the kind of people I would gladly count as my friends, and enjoy becoming involved in adventures with.

The descriptions of the Puget Sound and surrounding area were exactly as they are in reality. I live in this area so I was able to visualise where things were, or intended to be. I could see the areas of Seattle that were described; walking the streets and driving the causeway over to the Islands.

Like all books of this genre, it is fast paced and laced with twists and turns that make you think. The Author also puts a lot of emphasis on her plot development, which is apparent throughout. This is a gentle book with no graphic violence, profanity or explicit sexual scenes, and with the deaths contained within its pages happening out of the pages, instead of us having to live through each gruelling blow. This novella does have one major difference to the usual cozy mystery, and that is the victims did not deserve to die. To go into this more would be to have reveal spoilers, so to find out exactly what I mean you will have to read the novella.

I would highly recommend this book to all lovers of the mystery genre, cozy or not, as it is a fast paced novella, with several twists leading to a surprising conclusion. I am looking forward to seeing if the female leads in this novella make an appearance in future works by this Author.

Originally reviewed on: http://catesbooknuthut.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/review-dead-men-cats-aya-tsi-scuceblu-walksfar/
(reviewed within a month of purchase)

Review by: Elizabeth A. Garcia on May 13, 2013 : star star star star star
I enjoyed this well-written story. The characters are believable, and you get a feel for them right away. I am in awe of how the author developed such a good mystery in so few words. That is a sign of a very talented writer. I will be anxiously awaiting the next one!
(reviewed within a week of purchase)

Review by: K R Morrison on May 10, 2013 : star star star star star
Shadow Island is such a peaceful place to live. Not on the regular tourist routes, it is a safe, quiet place for its denizens to live and love as they wish.

Until the hate crimes start.

A cat with its fur on fire, let loose in a bookstore.

A man found dead in a rowboat, a small calico kitten desperately clinging to safety.

And the worst thing, a well-known and well-loved businessman found murdered in his home, a cruelly-mutilated cat strewn across his body.

Who is doing these heinous things in such a peaceful place? And, since the local sheriff has voiced negative opinions about the targets of these crimes, can he be considered a good choice for finding and bringing in the murderers?

Janie and Megan have their own ideas of who might be responsible, and, even thought they have been friends with the sheriff all their lives, they do not think that he will allow his job duties to overcome his prejudices. They take it on themselves to probe every clue and question every suspect that comes their way.

Questions get answers under their unprofessional yet productive methods, and secrets revealed, until the mystery is solved and Shadow Island can return to its peaceful existence.

This is a brilliantly-written story. I loved the characters; they were so very real. Their relationships, cast in such warm, caring light by the author, was such a wonderful counterbalance to the terrible crimes that were committed. Even everyday actions, such as having dinner, were detailed out in such a way as to make the reader feel at home. Safe.

The crimes could have been committed against any group of people who seem different due to color, gender, foreign origins, etc. What the big thing is, and what the story relates, is this: love will still conquer all. No amount of bullying or hate crimes will ever change that.
(reviewed the day of purchase)

Denise Beaumont reviewed Dead Men & Cats

A Good Read Novella October 19, 2013
Had a hard time putting this novella down once I started reading. Aya tells a good story with mystery to it that keeps you guessing until the end about “who done it?” Am looking forward to reading many more by this author.
Author Chantal Bellehumeur reviewed Dead Men & Cats

Well writen novel August 22, 2013
Aya is a very good writer who knows how to bring her characters to life. She also describes scenery with the perfect words. I enjoyed reading this touching murder mystery. I just have to point out that this particular book deals with homosexual matters, so I only recommend it for those who are capable of keeping an open mind about sexual orientation.
Joyce Hertzoff reviewed Dead Men & Cats

Terrific mystery August 12, 2013
The mystery is intriguing, and so are the characters. What’s the connection between the dead men and cats in this town in the northwest?I recommend this great read by Aya Walksfar.
Margaret Minetti reviewed Dead Men & Cats

wonderful book July 16, 2013
well written and thought out, enjoyed it very much. author doesn’t talk down to reader, but explains details well.good job.
pwindsinspirations reviewed Dead Men & Cats
Very good suspense thriller June 22, 2013
This book will have you staying up to finish it. The author knows how to keep you turning pages! I can’t wait to see more written by her!
booklover “booklover” reviewed Dead Men & Cats

Fun, fast mystery! May 13, 2013
I enjoyed this well-written story. The characters are believable, and you get a feel for them right away. I am in awe of how the author developed such a good mystery in so few words. That is a sign of a very talented writer. I will be anxiously awaiting the next one!

Good Intention Reviews

Reviews:

I am so proud to receive this review from an author I respected and whose writing I love!

Beth Garcia 7:59pm Oct 21
I just finished Aya Walksfar’s novel, “Good Intentions.” Here is my review. I gave it 5 stars, but my computer doesn’t want to copy that part…

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I enjoyed the writing style used for this novel. It was brilliant to write in the first person from many different points of view. I felt as though I knew and understood each character. Missing pieces of their personal stories were slowly filled in as the plot moved along. There were mysteries, because the reader knows there are things yet to be revealed. Too, it’s a coming-of-age story in many ways; a young woman discovers the truth about herself and about her family and comes to realize that the people who love her are her true family whether or not they share her blood.

I don’t want to spoil the plot for others, so I will just say I agree that love is love is love. Humans should love and support each other no matter what and no matter who we choose to love.

This was a great read by a talented author. Kudos to Aya Walksfar!

FIVE FANTASTIC FINDS!

FIVE FANTASTIC FINDS!

I #lovetoread. Always have. I grew up surrounded by violence and beset by poverty. Reading saved my life. That love of reading has never left me.

Today I would like to share five books that I have enjoyed. Perhaps you will, too.

1. The Reluctant Cowboy by #ElizabethGarcia.  (literary, romance, gay) (http://www.westtxwriter.wordpress.com)

As a lesbian woman, I found The Reluctant Cowboy all too real. The issues faced by Jed Petersen are heartbreaking, yet the way he overcomes them reminds me of courageous people in the #LGBT community that I have known.

I highly recommend this book for its honesty and its integrity. It does not gloss over reality, but takes those realities and creates an inspiring story of love and courage. And Elizabeth Garcia does all of this while weaving an intriguing story. I stayed up all night reading it.

2. The Value of Life  by #AndyCrowson (thriller)(http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/andycrowson)

Young boys are kidnapped. Josef Lindahl , a rookie #detective with a psychology degree, is brought into the case. A ransom note arrives, but there is no monetary amount. That is left up to the parents to decide. Josef believes he knows what the kidnapper wants, but it is guaranteed to cause trouble at police headquarters.

A unique twist to a well-known story line. I love finding books like this.

3. Anathema: Causal Enchantment Series, Book 1 by #K.A.Tucker (paranormal, vampires)(http://www.facebook.com/K.A.Tucker.Author)

Evangeline, a young woman with emotionally distant foster parents and no friends, meets a beautiful older woman, Sofie. Sofie offers what Evangeline craves the most: to connect with someone. She is even willing to overlook Sofie’s erratic and violent behavior, monstrous dogs and terrible nightmares of white-eyed monsters. But what she doesn’t understand could very well get her killed.

Tucker has built complex and interesting characters that I rooted for even when I didn’t like them. I have all three books that are available in this series and anxiously await the final book.

4. The Heat of the Moon by #SandraParshall (Book 1, Rachel Goddard Mysteries)(http://www.sandraparshall.com)

Rachel Goddard, a young veterinarian, is slammed back in time when a client’s dog is hit by a car during a thunderstorm.Flustered, the client leaves her three-year old daughter alone in the clinic’s reception area. The child is  crying, “Mommy! I want Mommy!” when Rachel finds her. The child’s cries trigger a flashback of Rachel with her baby sister, Michelle, abandoned during a thunderstorm at night. Haunted by baffling memories, Rachel seeks the truth behind the flashbacks. Her psychologist mother battles to prevent Rachel’s quest. The heart breaking truth Rachel uncovers forces her to make an unthinkable choice.

Sandra Parshall is a new discovery for me. I am enjoying her books: good  writing, well-developed characters, solid plotlines.

5. The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (philosophy)

Published September, 1923, this book is considered Gibran’s masterpiece. I discovered it at age 15. For me, it is not so much a masterpiece as it is a book of meditation, a book that forces me to view the world with a different perspective, a book that always enriches me.

One of my favorite passages deals with Gibran’s philosophy about work.

“Work is love made visible.

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.”

Gibran’s words sit on my heart every time I lay my hands on the keyboard and begin writing. My novels, short stories and poems have indeed been ‘love made visible’.  I hope others find not only entertainment in my work, but also words to take away with them, to turn over in their minds and to perhaps discover a different perspective.

What books do you love?

I would love to hear. Leave a comment here or join me on facebook and share your FANTASTIC FINDS.

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Sketch of a Murder: The Avenger is killing wealthy prominent men. Sergeant Nita Slowater must work with her  contentious superior, Lieutenant Williams, to stop the killer before an innocent man dies.

Dead Men and Cats: Megan Albright and Janie Sampson, a lesbian couple, must stop a murderer who is targeting gay men and cats.

Good Intentions: Bev Ransom’s best friend and employer, Rene, dies unexpectedly. In her quest to learn more about Rene’s mysterious past, Bev uncovers a twenty-year old secret that devastates her. Who can she trust when no one is who they seem to be?

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GOVERNOR MARLETON CHOOSES HEAD OF #SPECIALCRIMESTEAM

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#Governor Andrea Marleton crossed her shapely legs and rested her long, elegant fingers in her lap. She cocked her head to one side and her long, auburn hair swung over her shoulder, framing one side of her oval face. Large, expressive dark eyes studied Lieutenant Michael Williams as he sat on the spindly-legged, antique chair. The only thing in the expensively decorated governor’s library that looked congruent with Mike’s rugged face was the books crowded together on the bookshelves behind him. She glanced at her wristwatch. 8 PM. Her choice of the library in the governor’s mansion was not be accident. The room radiated serious purpose. Mike was a serious man. In her opinion, too serious since his wife Emily died of cancer eight years ago and his police daughter was killed while saving a young girl’s life.

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“Mike, let’s be reasonable. You are the logical person to head my Special Crimes Team. You’re a lieutenant and you have maintained the best clearance rate of any homicide #detective in the state of Washington, bar none.”

He carefully shifted in the chair as if afraid that any sudden movement might cause it to shatter. “I am being reasonable, Andrea. I’ve put in my years in law enforcement and it’s time to quit. I’m tired of butting heads with my superiors.”

She chuckled. “As I’m sure they are tired of butting heads with you since you have a knack for doing exactly what you planned to in the first place.” She uncrossed her legs, clasped her hands between her knees and leaned forward. “That’s why this is perfect for you. You answer to no one, except me.” She sat up straight and put her hands out, palms up. “What could be more perfect?”

“Time at home with my son.”

All joviality faded from her face, leaving only the look of determination that her political opponents so dreaded. “I need you to head the team, Mike. Harvey Realto was not only the wealthiest landowner in #Washington State, he was also a big contributor to my last campaign.” She held up a delicate hand when he started to interrupt. “That isn’t the real problem.” She bit her lip, a habit she’d been trying to break. “It’s come out that several months ago he beat a young man who worked on his ranch so badly that the boy will carry several facial scars for the rest of his life. The boy was gay. I didn’t know he was like that, Mike.  You know I don’t hold with that kind of bigotry.”

Mike grunted and glared at her. “Told you that you needed to vet your contributors, Andrea.”

“Gregory…”

“Gregory Whitehall is an incompetent ass.”

“Yes, well.” She sighed and settled against the uncomfortable back of the settee. “He’s a necessary evil. Mike, I’ve gone to bat for you….”

“That was because you owed Eleanor Hastings, big time.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “What will it take to get you to accept? Yes, so far this monster has only murdered two men, both who arguably deserved what they got and worse, both wealthy men who used their positions, power and money to sidestep justice for crimes we all know they committed. But, Mike, what happens when this vigilante doesn’t get the full story before he strikes; what happens when he goes after someone who was perhaps falsely accused? Do you really want an innocent man’s death on your conscience when we both know the best hope we have is for you to head a team whose only goal is to stop this maniac?”

She knew she’d scored when he began rubbing one hand over his hair. Like her lip chewing, it was a telling gesture.

He stood and paced over to the bookshelves, ran a thick finger along the books’ spines. When he turned back to face her, his heavy features were set and she knew whatever he demanded she would have to concede or he would walk away.

“I’ll head your Special Crimes Team, Andrea, but there are conditions. It’s my team. I don’t care who you pick, but they answer to me; not you. No jurisdictional boundaries to stall my investigations. When a case meets the criteria for my team, the other jurisdictions hand over the case; I head it and let them know how they can assist. One crime scene unit on-call for us. If they’re at another scene, too bad. Put it on hold for a different unit. Lab work we need goes to the head of the queue. No special considerations for politicians or wealthy people. Even if I decide I want to investigate you, no one will try to strait-jacket me, got it?”

She nodded, sensing that he wasn’t quite finished.

“Top of the line equipment. Computers, cell phones, digital cameras, whatever we need in technology. You can scrimp on the office furniture.”

When he jammed his hands in his front pockets, she knew he’d finished with his list of demands, nothing she didn’t expect. “I can agree to all of that, Mike. The only thing I want in my control is the media. Let Gregory handle the media. The man is an ass, but he’s the best PR person I’ve ever seen. I swear he could make people believe it’s the dead of night at high noon.”

Mike narrowed his eyes, and for a moment she thought he might balk. “Whitehall can have the media,” he held up one blunt-nailed finger, “unless I feel that it interferes with my investigation. At that point, I will do whatever I feel is necessary, understood?’’

A smile slowly spread across her lips as she stood. He met her in the center of the conversation area and they shook hands over the antique rosewood table. “Understood.”

As he put his hand on the doorknob, he twisted his head and peered over his shoulder. “Andrea, I don’t doubt that you’re sincere about wanting to catch this killer before someone dies who shouldn’t, but I also know if he can’t be caught in a timely fashion that you won’t hesitate to throw me, and my team, to the media wolves.”

She didn’t respond as he stepped out and quietly closed the door. Above everything, she was a political animal, and sometimes that called for distasteful sacrifices. He understood her too well, and sometimes, she hated him for it.

To learn more about the SPECIAL CRIMES TEAM read: SKETCH OF A MURDER, NOW AVAILABLE at http://www.amazon.com/Sketch-Murder-Special-Crimes-Team-ebook/dp/B00KU6AIPQ

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The above photos of the Governor’s Mansion in Olympia, Washington and the Library in the Governor’s Mansion in Olympia, Washington are from the Washington Governor’s Mansion Foundation at http://www.wagovmansion.org/photogallery/  Many thanks to this great non-profit, non-political organization for all of its efforts toward preservation of Washington State’s heritage.

HIS LAST WALK IN THE PARK

SKETCH OF A MURDER  (excerpt from Book 1 Special Crimes Team)

#murdermystery by #AyaWalksfar

PROLOGUE

Dr. James Benning sat at his usual table near the west wall of O’Toole’s Bar and Eatery on Fifteenth. It was eight o’clock on the evening of April 29th. He forked up the last of his New York cheesecake, topped with real strawberries and hand-whipped cream, then leaned back in the brown, padded leather booth, and sighed contentedly as he sipped his coffee. Pure Kona coffee flown in from Hawaii.

It’s over. Ding-dong the bitch is dead, and I’m finally free! He smiled, stood up, tossed some bills on the table, and strutted out of the restaurant. He took a deep breath of the warm night air and strode toward the lot where he’d parked his BMW.

Now to shut up that bitch, Christina Ryan. Really burned her ass that no one could prove I was anywhere near Carkeek Park when Rebecca was beaten. Stupid bitch would still be alive if she’d gotten the abortion, like I told her.   

He spotted the white paper stuck under his windshield wiper while still four stalls from his vehicle. “Damn solicitors. Should be a law to keep them from sticking papers on other people’s cars,” he muttered. When he got to his car, though, he realized the white paper was a business-size envelope. Frowning, he pulled it from beneath the wiper blade.

Meet me at Carkeek Park. You know the place. The same place that you left Rebecca bleeding and dying. Alone. At midnight. I have something that belongs to you. How much do you think the tabloids would pay for the scoop of the year? Mayoral Candidate Murders Ex-Wife.

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The half moon threw watery, silver light on the black ribbon of the packed dirt path. Head up, shoulders back, Benning entered a tunnel formed by newly leaved trees.

Snap!

His steps dragged to a halt. Head tilted, he listened. A twig. That was just a twig breaking. But…. Brows furrowed, he turned in a slow circle.

Big-leaf maples loomed overhead, shaggy with small ferns sprouting like wayward clumps of hair in the bends of moss-covered tree arms. Tall bushes grew profusely along the path. More ferns, some three feet tall, grew in wild profusion among the trees.

Nothing. Probably a dog stepping on a dry twig. Enough dogs and twigs around here! 

Pace a little faster, he walked a few feet when he heard it. A rustling. Like someone sneaking through the bushes next to the trail. He stopped, peering from one side to the other along the pathway. “Okay, bitch, come on out. Quit playing your fucking head games.”

The pale green needles of a conifer entwined with the darker green needles of Douglas firs. He stared for a long minute, trying to see through clumps of wiry-limbed bushes heavy with white berries.

Nothing. He gave a half-hearted shrug and then spun with military sharpness, quickly moving out again. A squirrel. It’s only the rustling of a gray squirrel.

“Bitch probably won’t show. Wait until I get a hold of her, she’s going to wish she’d never gotten involved,” he threatened in an undertone.

A breeze soughed through the trees, young leaves whispered to each other. Somewhere a truck roared to life. The rumbling of its engine, muted by the thick vegetation, sounded far away. A shiver ran down his spine.

Alone.

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He’d never felt quite so isolated. “Almost there. Just around that curve then I’ll see if she shows. I want this done. Fucking bitch better show.”  Unconsciously he hunched his shoulders. Embarrassed by his own weakness, he began to turn to look behind him.

Out of the shroud of night, a solid piece of maple limb slammed into the side of his head.


Every Tuesday at six am, personal headlamp firmly strapped in place, Professor Lucy Holliswood jogged through Carkeek Park on one of the lesser-used paths. On this day, her pale cone of light flashed over something…something at the side of the path.

She had jogged this same route every morning for ten years on her way to The Happy Bean, her favorite coffee shop, just up the street from Art’s Supermarket. In all that time she had never seen so much as a discarded paper cup. She slowed to a near stop, peering at the dark object. What the…? A black leather loafer, toe perfectly aligned with the edge of the packed dirt of the path. Although the thickness of the salmonberry and Oso berry bushes obstructed her line of sight, she thought she saw…a pair of light-colored pants?

She crept forward. The second shoe, a long stride behind the first one, looked as if the owner had vanished mid-stride. A half-step farther along on the ground she found a pair of beige slacks neatly laid out. The dirt around them had been carefully brushed free of twigs and leaves. Crease still perfect, but ruined by the dirt on one knee as if the wearer had fallen.

Where in the Sam Hill is the man who owns these clothes?  They certainly aren’t what the homeless men wear. And why would anyone lay them out like this, so neatly? 

She pushed forward, arm held up to deflect the slapping branches. Her mother’s voice whispered in her mind, “Someday, Lucy, that curiosity of yers is gonna gitcha in trouble.”

Above the slacks, a white shirt laid flat, arms crossed neatly over the buttoned up front. An expensive-looking, pale gray tie lay on the ground above the shirt. The tip of the tie, lying an inch above the collar of the shirt, drew her eyes. Her eyes followed the straight line of the stretched out tie.

She barely captured the scream with her knuckles as she scrambled backwards.


SKETCH OF A MURDER: BOOK 1 SPECIAL CRIMES TEAM is available: http://www.amazon.com/Sketch-Murder-Special-Crimes-Team-ebook/dp/B00KU6AIPQ

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Interview with Award Winning Mohana Rajakumar

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Interviewer: No one understands the way culture affects women better than Mohana Rajakumar, an #awardwinningauthor. A #SouthAsianAmerican who now resides in the Arabian Desert, Mohana has a unique perspective which she shares with her readers in this powerful story of a young South Indian #woman.

Mohana, after writing seven other books, what moved you to write this book at this time?

Mohana Rajakumar: In reality I’ve been writing this book for the last 10 years. When I started self- publishing eBooks, I thought I was doing it to share my novel which is set in Qatar. What I realized eventually was that those seven other books that I published were practice for the writing and publishing of An Unlikely Goddess.

You often hear people say the first book by a writer is a working through of powerful experiences. That’s certainly true for this one. I don’t think I would have been ready to write this story then take it all the way to publication without my previous experiences as an #author.

Interviewer: As an author myself I know how demanding the profession is. How do you manage to write, be a wife, a mother, a teacher, (and whatever else you are!)?

Mohana Rajakumar: This is the question so many #women and not enough men are asked. My answer does involve a man: my husband is very supportive. If I need to be away twice a week until 9pm in the office, then he covers the home front. My strategy is simple – don’t procrastinate. Whatever you have to do, whether grade papers or write a blog post, cook dinner, get to it. And cut out TV or Facebook. There’s something in your life that isn’t very important that you can let go of in order to make room for your writing. Can you reuse that towel one more time? Or live with dishes in the sink overnight? Pick your battles.

Interviewer: I can attest that having a supportive spouse is absolutely the best thing that can happen to an author. Your husband and my wife are very similar. Mohana, I can see that you are a very dedicated author, but we all need to relax now and then. What do you do for fun?

Mohana Rajakumar: Sleep! Just kidding. I love, love, love to read. When I’m not writing or revising or preparing for a book launch, I’m reading, often 2 or maybe 3 books at a time. Fiction, non-fiction, academic ones on topics I like; there’s not a genre I won’t read unless it’s horror. And that’s only because I’m a scaredy cat.

Interviewer: I understand that. I, too, love to read. Along with reading, you have, obviously, traveled. Where is the most beautiful place you have ever been?

Mohana Rajakumar: Recently we were in Zanzibar, Tanzania. The water is so clear you can see your feet, the fish, the sea grass. Amazing. But I loved Portugal, too, when I went earlier this fall on a business trip with my husband. Every place I’ve come back from seems spectacular in the light of the everyday.

Interviewer: Like one of you other books, The Dohmestics, you’ve written a powerful book about an explosive topic. Is there anything that bothers you about the public’s response to books such as yours? (Not necessarily yours)

Mohana Rajakumar: Yes, the question: “Did that Really Happen to You?”

I was at a book talk a few weeks ago and someone in the audience asked the author, a survivor of the Khmer Rouge, how much of the book “had happened” to her. She was referring to a novel in which the main character suffers abject abuse and horror while still a child.

I was appalled at the question; it seemed voyeuristic somehow, as if the suffering of the character which represented thousands of unnamed people in real life, didn’t matter as much if the author hadn’t experienced that suffering herself.

The “did that really happen?” is one of the most awkward questions you can ask a writer after reading his/her book. We want the reader to be lost in the narrative, not wondering how much of it is autobiography.

My latest release, An Unlikely Goddess, will no doubt spark a similar set of questions. The story of an Indian girl who immigrates to the United States with her parents, suffers much heartache, and finds solace in academia, is not that different from my own. Sita’s trajectory, however, is a composite of many people’s journeys as immigrants, not only mine. In some ways she is the Everywoman of the female coming-of-age for South Indians.

I found this story important to tell because it shows how the #immigrant experience is not always the “making good on the American dream” that we have come to expect from the “Model Minority” of Asians in the United States. The recent interest in Indian Literature in English which depicts a very specific part of the Indian diaspora – often well-educated Bengalis – did not speak to my experience or those who I knew growing up.

This book tells the “other story”.

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Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar is a South Asian American who has lived in Qatar since 2005. Moving to the Arabian Desert was fortuitous in many ways since this is where she met her husband, had a baby, and made the transition from writing as a hobby to a full time passion.  She has since published seven e-books including a mom-ior for first time mothers, Mommy But Still Me, a guide for aspiring writers, So You Want to Sell a Million Copies, a short story collection, Coloured and Other Stories, and a novel about women’s friendships, Saving Peace.

Her recent books have focused on various aspects of life in Qatar. From Dunes to Dior, named as a Best Indie book in 2013, is a collection of essays related to her experiences as a female South Asian American living in the Arabian Gulf. Love Comes Later was the winner of the Best Indie Book Award for Romance in 2013 and is a literary romance set in Qatar and London. The Dohmestics is an inside look into compound life, the day to day dynamics between housemaids and their employers.

After she joined the e-book revolution, Mohana dreams in plotlines. Learn more about her work on her website at www.mohanalakshmi.com or follow her latest on Twitter: @moha_doha.

Mohana’s other book that I loved! The Dohmestics. Below is my review of it.

5.0 out of 5 stars A MUST Read!, December 24, 2012
This review is from: The Dohmestics (Kindle Edition)

I’m more of the blood and guts kind of reader, but when I was given an opportunity to read The Dohmestics I took it. And, I am glad that I did.

This thought-provoking book hooked me right from the first page. On the surface, it appears to be about six women whose lives intertwine, three are privileged women and three are their servants. But, there is so much more to this book.

It pulled me into a culture and then used that culture as a vehicle to explore the relationships and dynamics between the privileged and the poverty-stricken; between workers and employees; between men and women; between power and corruption. I was taken on a journey that challenged me to not only understand this foreign culture, but to view my own with enlightened eyes.

I loved how it took a small decision and traced the ripples of that decision to its’ tragic end. But even in tragedy there existed an opportunity for people to shine, to rise above all that limits them and to reach out to each other.

This book took me from anger to sadness to strength. Quite the journey, and one I highly recommend.

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Dawn Samira, Investigative Reporter

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Dawn stepped out of Jazmine Wheeler’s back door just as a yellowed maple leaf drifted from the nearby tree. Her eyes skipped over the colorful maple tree, drawn upwards toward the glacier glistening atop White Horse Mountain in the bright autumn sunshine.

With two coffee cups in hand, Jaz walked up next to her. She held one of the cups out. Dawn looked over at her friend, accepted the coffee and smiled before her attention returned to the mountain looming so close she felt as if she could graze her hand over the snow-mantled peak.

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“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Jaz murmured then sipped the hot black brew.

“My stepdad used to say he and mom were going to buy a place somewhere in the #Cascadefoothills when he retired.” She sighed as a wave of loss washed gently over her. It had been so long ago that she’d last heard his voice.

Jaz looped an arm over Dawn’s shoulders and gave her a sideways hug. “You’re welcome here any time, you know that don’t you?”

She leaned her head against Jaz for a moment. “Yes, I know, and I really appreciate it.” She shifted away from Jaz’s supportive arm and sipped her coffee. “I think I find fall a melancholy time because it’s like nature is closing in on herself.”

Jaz cleared her throat, but her gaze remained fixed on the mountain. “Alicia loved #autumn. Said it was when Mother Earth reminded us to slow down and breathe in the beauty of each day. She said, it was often when we are on the verge of losing something that we become poignantly aware of each precious, fleeting moment.” She blinked hard. “Sometimes, I think she fought the cancer to try to give me a few more of those fleeting moments.”

Dawn swallowed the last of her coffee. “Amazing people that we’ve loved, and lost.”

Jaz twisted her head so that she looked steadily into Dawn’s eyes. “It took me a long time to understand what Alicia meant when she said, ‘love is never lost. It’s always there in your heart, ready for you to wrap it around yourself like a well-loved cloak, unless you stuff it in a closet, slam the door and try to forget it ever existed.'” She ran a hand through her long chestnut hair as she turned to the cabin door. Forcing a cheery note into her voice, she said, “Hey, I promised you the best omelette on this side of the Cascade Mountains.”

Dawn followed Jaz into the bright interior of the cabin, gently closing the door behind her.

Join Dawn as she delves into the mind of the #serialkiller, The Avenger, in Sketch of a Murder.  NOW AVAILABLE at http://www.amazon.com/Sketch-Murder-Special-Crimes-Team-ebook/dp/B00KU6AIPQ

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#Interview with #ChantalBellehumeur, #Horror Novelist

Interviewer:  I am pleased to have the opportunity to interview #ChantalBellehumeur after having read her #horror novel, Just Another Common Killer. Tell me, Chantal, have you always been a Ripperologist?

Chantal Bellehumeur: No, just since coming back from Whitechapel.  I was fascinated by the unsolved mystery of Jack the Ripper’s murders and took the #JacktheRipper walk, feeling very nostalgic for some unknown reason.  Later on, I started doing research and decided that I wanted to create a character based on this mystery man.  I thought it would be interesting to write about his reincarnation and make him more monstrous than in real life.  I thought about all the evil characters from horror stories as well as real life and kind of meshed them into a single being.   

Interviewer: Was there a lot of research in the writing of  Just Another Common Killer?

Chantal Bellehumeur: Yes.

Interviewer: I noticed that you used a style I don’t often see, and I call it a reportorial style for its tight writing. Why did you use the reportorial style of writing?

Chantal Bellehumeur: It wasn’t a conscious decision.    

Interviewer: If Jack had a dog, what breed would it be? Why?

Chantal Bellehumeur: Jack would most likely end up killing his dog.

Interviewer: What is Jack’s favorite color?

Chantal Bellehumeur: Black

Interviewer: Why does Jack believe he is the reincarnation of Jack the Ripper?

Chantal Bellehumeur: As a child he murders his two sisters in the same fashion as two of Jack the Ripper’s victims.  Under hypnosis, he talked about the unsolved murders as thought he was the Ripper himself and draws a man in a top hat as his self-portrait.  Later on in his life, he starts to have flashbacks of his past life and of the murders he committed…

Interviewer: What author inspires you and why?

Chantal Bellehumeur: I try not to let other author’s work inspire me.  There are a lot of great authors out there with different styles and interesting ideas.  I would not want to steal any part of their work.

Interviewer: What was the first thing you ever wrote? (whether or not for publication)

Chantal Bellehumeur: That’s actually a tough question.  I used to make little books when I was a child so I really can’t remember what the first one was about.

Interviewer: What is your strongest motivation for writing?

Chantal Bellehumeur: I have a passion for it and it is like air to me.  My readers give me that extra push. 

Interviewer: In five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Chantal Bellehumeur: I hope to have written many more stories…

To find out more about this amazing author:

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US Amazon Author page

http://www.amazon.com/Chantal-Bellehumeur/e/B008YX5YGK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Canada Amazon page

http://www.amazon.ca/Books/s?ie=UTF8&field-author=Chantal%20Bellehumeur&page=1&rh=n%3A916520%2Cp_27%3AChantal%20Bellehumeur

UK Amazon Author page

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Chantal-Bellehumeur/e/B008YX5YGK

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Goodreads Author account.  Please post reviews.

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4538804.Chantal_Bellehumeur

Book Trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCJj5joeFDE

7 Novels available to purchase on Amazon + short story published in The Suburban Online magazine.

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