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Feed on a delicious, non-fattening treat! Filled with colorful New York City characters and scenes, this novel will make you laugh as it offers a frisson of nervous jitters. –Sonia Pilcer, author, The Last Hotel: A Novel in Suites
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My feet pounded the pavement. Four blocks to go to finish three miles. By this hour lights were off in most stores. Midnight was not my preferred running time, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
“Hey bitch,” an angry voice yelled in my ear as a heavy weight crashed into me. I landed hard, sprawled flat on the pavement. Knees throbbing, palms scraped and…damn this was gonna mess up my time.
“Mind your own business,” the voice screamed. I raised my head a few inches from the pavement just in time to see a hooded large figure turn the corner. His fist pumped the air.
“Screw you,” I yelled to the now empty sidewalk, sounding far tougher than I felt.
“Are you all right?” A white-haired gentleman with a kind face bent down. He held a shopping bag of groceries in one hand as he helped me up with the other.
“Just bruises I hope.” I tested my legs. “Did you see that guy?”
“I saw what he did. Might have been a woman though, that kind of run. Couldn’t see a face. Came from the corner over there.” He pointed down the block. “Whoever it was aimed for you like a torpedo.Slammed right into you. Lunatics are all over. I wouldn’t run at night if I were you.”
“Thanks,” I said, surprised he thought this was some random looney. The phrase,“Mind your own business,” had been blasted with my name all over it. I was almost proud. I’d gone from being boring to thriller-worthy in a really short time. I guess this meant I was getting close to the truth. But no attacker was going to stop me from writing the end of the story. Or from running. I picked up my speed.
Never eat ingredients you can’t pronounce. Except quinoa. You should eat quinoa – Melanie Deming
His lips met mine, warm, accepting, passionate. The glorious kiss touched every part….“What happened to the crème fraiche? Are you still asleep?” Hurricane Daniel stomped through the bedroom, roaring through my dream.
“Nice wake-up call.” I jumped out of bed, grabbed a sweater from the closet and jeans thrown over a chair last night. I splashed water on my face but my lips still felt that kiss.Whose lips were those anyway? Dreams were too vague. They should come with screen credits.
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About the Author
I’ve been an avid mystery reader since childhood. In my family we passed around John le Carré’s The Spy Who Came In From the Cold and read Sherlock Holmes together. Susan Isaacs, Sue Grafton, Tana French and Rhys Bowen are among mystery writers I admire. There are many, many others.
I’ve lived in Manhattan most of my adult life. NYC is an amazing and challenging place to live since life is fast paced and intense. Laid back is not practiced in Manhattan. It’s a perfect setting for murder.
I started out writing nonfiction and wrote several books including a bestseller, How to Love a Difficult Man.
Mysteries, though, are my passion. Introducing here the “Killer” series with NYC amateur sleuth, Melanie Deming. The books are in progress but you’ll get a chance in these pages to get to know Melanie Deming’s Manhattan and how she stays in shape to fight off murderers.
Stay tuned for updates about Killer Calories, first in the Melanie Deming Manhattan murder series and tips for living like a New Yorker. Never pay full price for anything and avoid lines!
When not writing mysteries, you’ll find me singing in one of NYC’s many fine choruses performing at Carnegie Hall, Rose Theatre, City Center, or in a gorgeous Madison Avenue church. Will a NYC concert chorus one day be a setting for murder? Hmm…