I’m superstitious about revealing my titles until I know they’re a definite, but I wanted to tell you a little bit about my seventh novel. This one takes place in Seattle—the first time one of my books has been set outside of Canada. Seattle seemed to fit the storyline better and I was ready for a change. Plus, it’s always exciting to explore a new area. I was a little bit worried, though, because of all the additional research it was going to take. That’s where two of my good friends come in. First, Carla Buckley, who is a wonderful writer. Carla has been my critique partner for five books and when I began planning a visit La Jolla for research, there was no way I could go without her. I bribed, cajoled, and eventually flat-out insisted she had to accompany me or there was a good chance I’d get lost. Finally, she agreed, and I was so glad she did!
When we hiked Torrey State Park (you’ll know why when you read the book!) we were impressed and amazed by all the people jogging on the steep and winding trails. We were huffing and puffing just on the way down! No, Carla didn’t actually try to push me off one of the cliffs, but she threatened a few times when we kept hiking down a very long trail through questionable shrubbery and possible rattle snake hiding locations one evening at dusk so we could see the sunset. We ended up finding exactly what I was looking for—the perfect location for a scene in my book—and burned off enough calories to indulge in a fantastic dinner.
I’ve always been drawn to the Seattle and feel a special connection with the area because it reminds me so much of Victoria and Vancouver in terms of culture, belief systems, as well as the scenery. There is just something about “The Emerald City” that is very unique and I knew the location would be perfect for my story. When I visited at the end of August, I stayed at a hotel near the Pike Place Market where I spent a couple of days soaking in all the sights. Ingrid Thoft, a fantastic writer and friend, drove me around the city. We spent many enjoyable evenings (okay, maybe a few too many) in the great restaurants and lounges that Seattle is known for. She also kindly shared her police source with me and he’s been an invaluable help.
Ingrid and I have an ongoing debate/email correspondence about my plans for a writer’s retreat. She likes to send me very inappropriate location ideas, like a clothing optional retreat in Mexico. Little does she know, I’ve already signed her up. I’m sure she’ll thank me later. In exchange for her sharing so much of her American life with me, I recently sent her a basket of Nanaimo bars—a local treat. Email me if you want the recipe! I got these from an amazing woman, the Seattle Cookie Lady. If you want to read a fun conversation between me and Ingrid, click here.
I can’t wait to share this book with you in the future!