- If you were not a writer what would you be doing?
I always wanted to be an actress. I have appeared in
a few community theater plays and enjoyed the opportunity to inhabit another
life. It's a lot like writing, except in theater the character has been created
for you. As an author, I create the character.
- If you wrote a book about your life what would the
title be?
I’d call it Chameleon because I had an
isolated childhood in a poor rural area and had to adapt to new social norms at
college and in my working life. It would be a coming of age story.
- What is the hardest thing about being an author?
The hardest thing is to discipline myself to write
regularly, to carve out time for writing when I don’t feel inspired or suffer
from writer’s block. I tell myself, bad writing is better than no writing,
because I can fix bad writing.
- What is the best thing about being an author?
The best thing is when the characters in my book
hijack the story and begin to act in ways that I hadn’t foreseen. I enter a
mental zone where I ‘m watching them think and speak, like I’m filming a movie
in my mind. Its somewhat zen, I become one with my character.
- Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of
your favorite authors? If so who was it?
A Yellow Raft in Blue Water
was my favorite book and I was thrilled to meet Michael Dorris at a convention
and had him sign my book. He committed suicide shortly after and I understood
why he seemed so sad.
- What book changed your life?
I read The Accidental Tourist by Anne Tyler. I loved her quirky
characters, her humor and her bittersweet themes of loss and redemption. I
wanted to write like her, but my books take the quirkiness into a cozy mystery
format.
- What were your some of favorite books growing up?
I read a lot of series books, because that’s all our
small library had. They were ancient but I still loved the Wizard of Oz books,
the Black Stallion, Bomba the Jungle Boy and Nancy Drew. I also loved The Lion,
the Witch and the Wardrobe.
- What books are currently in your to be read pile?
The Immortalist, The Starless Sea. Great Balls of Fury, Drive
Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead and Say Nothing
- Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?
I like ebooks when I’m traveling but I prefer print
books at home. I like the feel of a paper book and it’s easier to skip around.
- If you could live inside the world of a book or
series which world would it be and why?
I’d like to live inside the Night Circus by
Erin Morgenstern. I love the mysterious, magical setting and I’d like to be
part of a magical circus act, like maybe a trapeze artist with a flaming
costume like a shooting star.
A Glint in Her Ice
Gaston the Poodle Mystery
Book Two
Janice Detrie
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Gaston the Poodle Mystery
Book Two
Janice Detrie
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Publisher: Janice Detrie
Date of Publication: April 7, 2020
ISBN: 978-0-9987342-1-7978-0-9987342-1-7
ASIN: 0998734217
Number of pages: 231
Word Count: 78,683
Cover Artist: Eric Labacz
Tagline: Vlad Chomsky invites his new love Beatrice on a romantic river cruise, but his eccentric landlady, Sandra Tooksbury, and her ill-tempered poodle, Gaston, finagle their way on board and embroil him in a jewel heist.
Book Description:
Professor Vlad Chomsky needs a break after saving the town of Crawford, Wisconsin from terrorists, and he knows exactly how to get the rest and relaxation he needs—a romantic Rhine River cruise with the lovely librarian Beatrice Krup.
Vlad imagines sharing his passion for history with Beatrice as they tour the castles, museums, and cathedrals of Germany, while spending warm spring evenings together watching the river glide by—without his ex-wife and kids, and especially without his elderly landlady Sandra Tooksbury, her friend and handyman Norm, and her feisty toy poodle, Gaston. Yes, Gaston helped Vlad save Crawford, but he doesn’t need a crowd watching—and offering advice—as he takes his relationship to Beatrice “to the next level.”
But Vlad has forgotten Norm and Sandra’s ability to show up just when they aren’t wanted and is dismayed when Sandra hoodwinks her way on board the cruise, Norm and Gaston in tow.
When Norm becomes the prime suspect in a diamond heist, Vlad’s hopes for a quite, romantic cruise are shattered. Will Gaston and the gang discover the real thief in time? And will finally have a chance to “pop the question” to Beatrice?
This is the second adventure of Vlad, Gaston the Poodle, and all of their friends. You can find out more about them in Jan Detrie’s first book, The Seven Ten Split.
Excerpt:
It couldn’t be!”
Vlad exclaimed, and he pushed himself into the crowd. But it was.
Below him,
Sandra Tooksbury in the aged flesh pointed to the crumpled vest adorning Gaston
with bold lettering. The overweight poodle with the dingy white fur wagged his
tail but showed no sign of retreating from the gangplank.
“Can’t you read,
young man? It says ‘Service Dog’ on his harness. This dog is a highly trained
service dog. MY service dog,” she declared. “He accompanies me wherever I go
because of my disability.”
The attendant
grew flushed but said firmly, “Like I said, madam, no dogs are allowed on board
the ship.”
“I was told by
the young man who made my reservation that service dogs were allowed on board
ship.”
“That dog
doesn’t look like any service dog I’ve ever seen,” sneered the older crewmember
manning the gangplank. “He looks like a clown dog escaped from the circus.”
“I’ll have you know,
young man, I’m prone to having seizures, and this service dog warns me and my
traveling companion when I’m about to lose consciousness,” Sandra said
indignantly.
“Your traveling
companion? Who might that be?” asked the crewmember.
Vlad groaned as
Norm pushed his way through the throng bottlenecked at the gangplank and
planted himself next to Sandra, resting his fists on his hips.
“I’m her
traveling companion. I’m trained in first aid procedures, and I know what to do
when her service dog gives the warning,” he declared.
“If that fat
mongrel is a service dog, then I’m Angela Merkel,” snorted the older man.
“You don’t know
who you’re dealing with, sir. I’ve long retired from show business but I still
have friends in high places. You don’t want to tangle with talk show stars.
They’ll smear your cruise line all over the Internet,” Sandra threatened.
“Check me out on YouTube. My dog and I are celebrities.”
Sandra opened
her purse and began rummaging through its contents, scattering used tissues, a
half-eaten Mars bar, and several restaurant receipts on the ground. “Here it
is. The headline story from The New York Times. ‘Dog Brings Down Terrorist.’”
She thrust the
Crawford Daily Gazette in the crewmember’s face.
“Madam, this is
not The New York Times,” he said. “It’s some small-town paper.”
“Don’t you get
smart with me. The New York paper ran the story, too. It was all over the
country. My dog is famous.”
“I don’t dispute
that, madam, but famous or not, I can’t go against the ship’s policy.” said the
man, running a meaty hand through his thinning hair. “I could lose my job.”
“Then I demand
to talk to your captain. You can check with Laurant in reservations. He told me
my service dog was allowed on board with me.”
Just then Vlad
felt a burly man in an immaculate white uniform push past him, captain insignia
gleaming.
“What seems to
be the problem, Seaman Klaus?” he growled.
“This elderly
lady wants to bring her dog on board, and I told her that’s not possible,” his
voice rose to a whine.
“He’s a service
dog, Captain. I need him to warn Norm here when I’m about to have a seizure. I
was informed service dogs are allowed.” Sandra thrust out her chin defiantly.
The captain
scratched his head before he spoke.
“I’ll check with headquarters, madam, if you’ll just step aside and let
the other guests through.” He looked at the disgruntled passengers behind her
and Norm.
Vlad saw Sandra
flick her index finger at Gaston. Immediately, he began to bark loudly. Not
just loud but frenzied barking, so extreme that his body shook, belly fat
undulating like waves on the nearby river. He jumped on Norm, grabbing his pant
leg with his teeth and dragging him close to Sandra.
As if on cue,
Sandra emitted a loud moan. She jerked her head backwards, and her body went
rigid. She toppled like a Northern Pine felled by a lumberjack straight into
Norm’s outstretched arms.
“She’s having
one of her attacks!” Norm shouted. “Stand back. Give her some air.” He gently
lowered her onto the grassy bank alongside the ship and began wildly waving his
Green Bay Packers cap in front of her face.
A lady shrieked,
“Is there a doctor here?”
Gaston’s barks
turned into pitiful howls as he sat on his haunches next to her.
“I’m her
guardian! Let me through!” Vlad exclaimed as he pushed through the crowd and rushed
down the gangplank. He knelt beside her and reached for her wrist. He could see
the blue veins standing out in her frail arm, a tangled network, and felt for
her artery with his fingertips. Her pulse felt strong, and he let out a sigh of
relief.
“She’s had a
mild heart attack before, but her pulse seems all right.” he said to the
captain standing nearby.
Sandra let out
another little moan, and her eyes fluttered open. “Where am I?” she mumbled.
“What happened?” Then she closed them again.
“Ya had another
one of yer spells,’’ Norm said. “But yer all right. Gaston let me know just in
time to catch you.” The dog’s howls changed to a whine as he stuck his head
under her limp hand.
Another moan and
then her blue eyes opened wide. “My goodness, Vlad, is that you?” She struggled
to sit up.
“What are you doing here? The last thing I
remember is some rude fellow arguing with me about boarding the ship. Then
everything went dark. I must have had a seizure.”
Every eye in the
gathering crowd now turned to the reddening crewmember and glared at him.
About the Author:
Janice Detrie lives in Watertown, Wisconsin, with her husband Michael and her cat who thinks he’s a dog. A former literacy coordinator, her reading tastes are eclectic, everything from biography to mystery to the classics to nonfiction. She enjoys traveling and theater. She has two children and two grandchildren. A Glint in Her Ice is her second book featuring Vlad and Gaston.
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