WHAT’S A NICE GIRL LIKE ME…
By Marcelle Dubé
I started out as fantasy and science fiction girl. Heck, I even wrote a novel with elves in it. Okay, so they were warped and disturbing, but they were elves. I wrote a story about crossing over into other worlds, and even one with a secret race of hominids hiding among Homo sapiens.
So how did I end up releasing The Shoeless Kid, my second mystery story with Carina Press?
It boils down to the fact that every story, at its heart, has a mystery, a question that needs answering. Will Charlie be able to keep his enhanced intelligence or will the surgery fail him (Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel Keyes)? Will Boss figure out who left the mysterious Destiny ship in deep space or will its deadly technology destroy her and her crew (Diving into the Wreck, by Kristine Kathryn Rusch)? Will the plucky time-travelling historians figure out what went wrong and get back to their drop in time to be rescued (Black Out and All Clear, by Connie Willis)?
Every story asks a question, but in mystery stories, the two most important questions get asked, and hopefully answered: who did it, and why? Answering those questions reassures us that wrongdoing will be punished and that our world will once again be right. Answering those questions gives us deep satisfaction—gives me deep satisfaction, at least!
Why do you read mysteries? Or do you?
I hope you will follow Kate Williams, my heroine in The Shoeless Kid, as she tries to unravel the mystery surrounding a missing child. And don’t forget to check out my Carina colleagues who are also releasing books this week: Jennifer Greene’s Sweets to the Sweet and Maureen Miller’s Endless Night.
THE SHOELESS KID
The shoe appeared on her desk, gently deposited on top of the pile of occurrence reports from the last week.
It was a kid’s high-top—left foot—and it was red and grubby, but not worn.
Kate automatically picked it up, more to keep it from dirtying her paperwork than out of curiosity. It was damp. On the inside of the tongue, in red marker, was written “Josh H.” She flipped the shoe over to look at the underside. A size four. It would fit a…what? A four- or five-year-old?
Bobby MacAllister’s age.
She slowly looked up. Marco Trepalli, youngest and newest member of the Mendenhall police force—and too handsome for his own good—smiled down at her. The morning sun gilded his tanned cheek and added a twinkle to his eye. Kate stifled a sigh. Marco had the makings of a good cop, if he ever learned to get over himself.
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Buy THE SHOELESS KID at www.carinapress.com
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marcelle Dubé grew up near Montreal but now lives in the Yukon, where people outnumber the carnivores, but not by much. Her short fiction includes science fiction, fantasy and mainstream, and has been featured in magazines and an award-winning anthology. The Shoeless Kid is her second novel with Carina Press. Her first, On Her Trail, was published in May 2010.