As we celebrate the season, I rejoice in the completion of my fourth novel, THE EXECUTRIX. I had a blast writing this book about three baby boomer sisters who must come together after the death of their mother. Of course, they stir up all kinds of trouble. While there's no hocus pocus in this one, the magic of familial relationships provides many laughs and a few tears. And like the Stitches Trilogy, it does have one very naughty dog who steals the show.
Before I dove into my next trilogy series, I was compelled to tell this stand-alone story. Like all fiction, inside the words are hints at real life. I chose to celebrate my two sisters and my mother (who is still very much alive) with tragedy, laughs, and a little mystery. Mom was such a good sport and gave me full permission to have her stuffed in an urn for most of this book. She, too, has a quirky sense of humor.
Here's a taste of what's ahead . . .