Monday, August 22, 2022

The Madness of Mercury

Let's welcome Connie di Marco today. Connie is doing a Virtual Book Blast Tour for The Madness of Mercury, a Contemporary Mystery available now from Suspense Publishing. The Book Blast Tour will take place August 22 - 26, 2022. 

 


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Blurb

The Zodiac Mysteries feature San Francisco astrologer, Julia Bonatti, who never thought murder would be part of her practice. In The Madness of Mercury, Julia’s outspoken advice in her newspaper column, AskZodia, makes her the target of a recently-arrived cult preacher who advocates love and compassion to those less fortunate. But the power-hungry preacher is waging war on sin and his Army of the Prophet will stop at nothing to silence those who would stand in his way. Julia is at the top of his list.



Excerpt

“Thank God you’re there.”  Gale sounded very shaky. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m at the Mystic Eye.  Something very strange just happened.  I heard a knock at the back door.  I thought it might be you.” 

“Are you alone?” 

“Yes.  I closed up and sent Cheryl home.  When I opened the door . . . oh God, Julia.  Someone left a dead cat on the doorstep.” 

I cringed.  “I’ll be right there.” 

“I’m sorry.  You don’t need to come.  I wrapped it up and put it in plastic in the dumpster.  It looked like its neck had been broken.” 

“Don’t argue.  I’ll be there in twenty minutes.  Less than that.” 

I drove the length of California Street as fast as I could, slowing at each red light.  Once I was sure no other cars were crossing I ran through several intersections.  When I reached the Eye the shop was closed but the display lights were on in the front windows.  I pulled down the alleyway and parked next to Gale’s car.  I tapped on the door.  “Gale, it’s me.”  She opened the door immediately.  The storeroom was dark.  A stack of empty boxes and packing materials stood against the wall.  Inside, the only light was a small desk lamp in the office. 

Gale is tall and self-assured with a regal bearing.  Tonight she was completely shaken.  She hugged her arms, more from fright than from cold.  “I feel bad now that I’ve called you.  I was just so freaked out.  I recognized the cat, it was the little gray one that hangs out behind the apartment building next door.  I think it’s a stray.  Everyone around here feeds it, even the restaurant people, and it’s such a friendly little thing.  Some sick bastard probably gave it some food and then snapped its neck.  God, I think I’m going to be sick.” 

“Shouldn’t you call the cops?” 

“And tell them what?  I found a dead cat?  Please.  Like they’d listen.  Even if they thought someone had killed it, what could they do?” 

“It shows a pattern of harassment.  Might be worth making a report.” 

She sighed.  “Yeah.  You’re probably right.  I just wasn’t thinking straight.  I was so upset.”  She collapsed in the chair behind her desk. 

I shrugged out of my coat.  “Why are you here so late?” 

“We just got a huge shipment of books and supplies in.  Cheryl’s been working late every night so I sent her home.  I had just finished stacking the boxes in the storeroom.”  Gale shivered involuntarily.  “Look, let’s get out of here.  Have you eaten?  Why don’t we go up the block and grab some food?  Actually a drink sounds even better.”

“Okay.” 

“Get your coat.  We can leave the cars here and walk.  I’ll just get my purse.” 

I headed to the front door and checked that the locks were all in place.  The drapes separating the display windows from the shop were drawn for privacy.  Gale left the desk lamp on in the office and walked out to the front counter.  As she reached under the counter for her purse, we heard glass breaking.  Then I saw a flash of flame through the doorway to the back storeroom.  I screamed.  The empty boxes and packing materials had caught fire in an explosive flash.  The smoke alarm started to ring, filling the shop with earsplitting sound.  Using my coat like a blanket, I dropped it over the center of the flaming pile.  It wasn’t going to be enough, but I had to do something before the entire storeroom went up, if not the building.  

Author bio and links

Connie di Marco is the author of the Zodiac Mysteries featuring Julia Bonatti, a San Francisco astrologer who never thought murder would be part of her practice:  The Madness of Mercury is the first in the series.  Writing as Connie Archer, she is also the author of the national bestselling Soup Lover’s Mysteries from Penguin Random House.  You can find her excerpts and recipes in The Cozy Cookbook and The Mystery Writers of America Cookbook.  Connie is a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, The Crime Writers Association and Sisters in Crime.

 


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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

An update

Several things have been happening the past 10 days or so. First of all, Chris and I made a trip to Bratislava (the capital city of Slovakia). It was a nice trip, interesting places to see, things to do. We had a great stay there. We returned on Wednesday evening, and the day after we took the Eurostar to London and then on to Newbury, in West Berkshire. Our main aim of going there was that the musical Whistle Down the Wind (Andrew LLoyd Webber and Jim Steinman) was being performed there - more than 20 years after the original run in the Westend. We both loved this musical and this was a great chance to see it once more - and at a very low price in a small theatre.

The only minus is that I returned with a medical problem. I went to see my general practitioner yesterday and this morning had to consult a specialist at the hospital. Most likely I'll have to undergo an operation tomorrow. When I get the operation, I'll need a while of aftercare in the coming weeks.

This disturbs our plans of spending the rest of August at the coast. It's especially a problem for Christine, as we had thought to return there, and her work computer and files are at the flat. Also our fridge is full of stuff. Don't know how we are going to solve this. The best way would be to go by car in the evening (there is a heatwave going on) and load everything in it.... but we don't have a car anymore. When there are two of us, it's no problem to bring all the stuff home, but I won't be able to leave the house for some time.

Worries, worries! At least, my problem has nothing to do with my cancer. That's something positive.