Michele enjoyed her supporting role in Hell to Pay, and so she’s giving away one of the lusted-after Hell to Pay fox pendants!! To enter, tell us where your review of Hell to Pay is posted, and the name it’s under so we can verify (or post the link). We’ll email the winner August 1 to get mailing details.

Next week she’ll reveal the cover of this fall’s new release, Fighting for Anna (What Doesn’t Kill You, #8): A Michele Romantic Mystery!

See you next week,

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p.s. Here’s some Snowheresville Awesomeness from our travels this week (and the reason I haven’t turned Fighting for Anna in to my copyeditor Rhonda!!):

Camping, near Coffeen Park in the Bighorns

If you’re receiving this by email, you need to click on the title of this post to get to the website if you want to view the moose and fly fishing videos.


Headley Park happiness



Dogs’ 1st time in Cloud Peak Wilderness en route to Duncan Lake



Yep, that’s the Bookmobile overlooking East Big Goose Creek



That’s an awful big flower in the background . . .

Longmire Days!


“Branch Connolly” character actor from Longmire, in “Durant” Wy (Buffalo)



Absaroka County Sheriff’s Department Bronco ;-)

Lake DeSmet


Happy Georgia giving me a hug after she and Petey rode across the lake with us to this beach

Last week, we asked which book club question writer-editor-triathlete-protagonist Michele Lopez Hanson of Going for Kona (who also made an extended cameo appearance in Hell to Pay earlier this year and is the star of Fighting for Anna, which comes out in the Fall of 2016), wanted to answer.  She picked this one: In what ways was Michele similar to her alter ego Itzpapolotl? When and where did “Itzpa” exert an influence, and why?

I’ve been shooting tons of video for the new SkipJack Publishing Online School at http://skipjackpublishing.teachable.com, so I am just DONE with doing my hair and makeup. I share with you a little gorgeous mountain view instead. I find it fascinating that as the clouds pass the sun, your view of the mountains changes, just like mine. I love how light changes the color and even shape of the hills and mountains.

If you receive this blog by email, you can only view the video by clicking out to read/view on the internet. If someone smarter than me knows a way around this that won’t clog inboxes, I’m all ears.

With no further ado, here’s the video:

See you next week, with a giveaway, and in July “bonus week” with the Fighting for Anna cover reveal!

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p.s. For those jonesin’ for more Snowheresville, WY pictures, here are some from our time with our youngest son and his longtime (long suffering? nah, just patient and sweet!) girlfriend:

clark and alayah south fork trail ride

clark and alayah flower arranging breakfast

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clark and alayah seven brothers clear creek crossing

clear creek crossing with clark and alayah

fetterman clark and alayah

We miss them tons already! <3 <3 <3

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We’re back with writer-editor-triathlete-protagonist Michele Lopez Hanson of Going for Kona, who also made an extended cameo appearance in Hell to Pay earlier this year. Michele’s the star of Fighting for Anna, as well, which comes out in the Fall of 2016. She’s all over the What Doesn’t Kill You romantic mystery series!

Pamela: You’re back.

Michele: In black.

Pamela: A little AC/DC? Are you showing your age or listening to Adrian’s playlist again?

Michele: Probably both.

Pamela: So you know this week we’re doing two things: letting you show us your house and seeing which Going for Kona book club question you’ve picked.

Michele: Bring it.

Pamela: Now, I understand you aren’t living in your Houston house anymore, but you still own it, right?

Michele: Correct.

Pamela: Let’s focus on it then, since we don’t want to spoil it for readers who won’t have access to Fighting for Anna for a few more months.

Michele: Sure. Well, it’s the house Adrian and I bought to blend our family in, and I adore it. It’s circa 1960s, a 3 bedroom/2 bath ranch house, smack in the middle of Meyerland, a predominantly Jewish community in Houston.

Pamela: But you’re not Jewish?

Michele: I’m MethoCatholist. And mistaken for the Mexican help more than once by the neighbors.

Pamela: Is that awkward?

Michele: I guess statistically speaking it wasn’t much of a gamble as far as guesses go.

Pamela: What’s your favorite part of the house?

Michele: The backyard is like a tropical rain forest, with three ponds.

Pamela: What would you change if money wasn’t an object?

Michele: I’d bulldoze the backyard and put in a swimming pool.

Pamela (laughs): A love/hate thing then?

Michele: (laughs, too) It’s beautiful but always leaking. And the frogs, my Lord, the frogs. Every time it rains, they come out to mate. Loudly.

Pamela: When was the house updated?

Michele: We redid the bathroom just last year. Natural stone, seamless glass, a jacuzzi tub. It’s wonderful. Before that, it was 70s yuck. The kitchen is dated but top of the line. And the floors are a marble tile throughout the downstairs. Lovely.

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Pamela: Sounds beautiful. Well, have you given any thought to the book club question you want to answer next week?

Michele: I wasn’t in love with any of them—so personal!—but I’ll go with “In what ways was Michele similar to her alter ego Itzpapolotl? When and where did “Itzpa” exert an influence, and why?”

Pamela: Yay, I love that one. Okay, so email me your answer, and I’ll do a video blog with yours and mine next week. And then we’ll reveal the Fighting for Anna cover the week after that. Thanks, Michele!

Michele: (hugs Pamela) I’ll talk to you soon.

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So you’ve written a book. It’s for sale on Amazon, your own little Field of Dreams. You’ve strong-armed everyone you know, and they’ve all promised to buy it. To read it. To review it. Only they haven’t, and it’s not selling.

Meanwhile, your mother’s told everyone and their three-legged dog about her son the author. Her daughter the next Steven King. Her little pookie who’s going to be rich and famous any day now. People ask you when you’re quitting your day job (and to borrow money).

Your life has become a secret hell that you cover up with a swagger and a smile. You tell yourself that it’s about the achievement. About getting it out there. About the art. The truth is, though, you want readers. You want fan letters and a movie deal. You want to make MONEY at this, but you have no idea how.

I do. I went from attorney/investigator to full-time author in three years, with 1.5 million downloads and six-figure royalties. And I wantsto help you.


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We’re back to our normal blog schedule (for now, ha!). This month it’s all about Michele from Going for Kona: What Doesn’t Kill You, #4. That’s appropriate, because I just finished a new Michele novel (Fighting for Anna: WDKY, #8), and I’m starting another (Untitled: WDKY, #12, because there will be 3 Ava books (WDKY 9-11) before we finish Michele’s saga).

Pamela: Welcome to my blog, Michele.

Michele: Thanks. I’m not crazy about interviews, but for you I’ll make an exception.

Pamela: That’s right, you have had . . . issues . . . with media in the past. Running out on ESPN. Coming close to killing a publicist.

Michele: Hey, no on likes being used and taken advantage of. (Laughs) But I took care of them.

Pamela: Is Scarlet still working as a publicist for Juniper?

Michele: If she is, they’ve kept her away from me.

Pamela: Good! Well, you know I’ve got your best interests at heart.

Michele: (Nods) I’ve heard people say we’re a lot alike.

Pamela: You’re the most like me of any character I’ve written.

Michele: I’m sorry!

Pamela: Don’t be. (Smiles) You’re that unflinching look in the mirror I need sometimes. You even led to my first recognition as a USA Best Book Award Finalist in fiction. You were also my hardest character to write.

Michele: Oh? Why’s that?

Pamela: Because it’s tough being open about the parts of ourselves we don’t want other people to know about. The only way I could write you was by making you externally different, with different life experiences. But enough about that! It’s the first Monday of the month, and readers want to know what you’re doing for fun.

Michele: (Snorts) Most people don’t use the word fun in describing me. I’m usually dubbed “the responsible one.”

Pamela: I can relate to that. So let’s rephrase it. What are you doing in your downtime?

Michele: One thing I’ve done is cut back on my workouts since I don’t aspire to do another Ironman. I watch a lot of my son’s baseball, I go to swim meets to watch my stepdaughter, and I read.

Pamela: Cookbooks? Training books like your My Pace or Yours? Novels?

Michele: Novels. I used to be into fantasy. After Adrian was murdered and his killer came after Sam and me, I developed an interest in legal thrillers, mysteries. That kind of thing.

Pamela: A reader after my own heart. Any recommendations?

Michele: I tend to discover authors by their free e-books, then get hooked for the series. Most of them have $1.99 audio companion add-ons, too, so I can switch to my ear buds when I’m working out. I enjoy Patricia McLinn. Her Sign Off is a free download. Denise Grover Swank through her Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes. Jana DeLeon’s Louisiana Longshot

Pamela: Those are definitely good ones. What about movies? Music?

Michele: I’ve been watching PBS Masterpiece Mystery while I bicycle on the trainer. I’m into Sherlock—the Benedict Cumberbatch version, even though they only come around once in a blue moon. Grantchester. Endeavour. But when it comes to music, I’ve been stuck on Adrian’s old playlist. 70s and 80s rock. Triumph’s Somebody’s Out There. Cinderella, Nobody’s FoolBon Jovi’s RunawayOther than that, my stepdaughter Belle loves Meghan Trainor and my son Sam listens to Florida Georgia Line. I like them, too.

Pamela: I’m impressed. For someone who didn’t think she could answer my questions about fun, I think my readers are really going to enjoy your suggestions.

Michele: (gives a thumb’s up)

Pamela: And you’ll be back next week to talk to us about what’s cooking at your house?

Michele: I will. And thanks for making this easier than my last few media experiences.

Pamela: If I’m really nice next week, I’m hoping you’ll let us do a cover reveal on my next Michele book, Fighting for Anna, on July 29th.

Michele: I’d love it. It’s a great cover.


Hey y’all!

Well, it’s been busy, and that busy-ness has kept me from my normal blog schedule . . .

— Hell to Pay launch. India launch. HWG workshop. Wyoming Writers workshop. Finishing Fighting for Anna for developmental edit. Floods/tornadoes/hail. Vehicle problems. Manuscript critiques. Fences down. Livestock dead. Driving 60 hours in two weeks. Judging writing contests. House repaired. Setting up a Snowheresville household. Death in family. And life, in general. —

h2p fun in the sun

Despite all this, and mostly because of my great team, we released The Emily Box Set and were blessed to have a KICK AZZ Bookbub promotion. We’re launching a SkipJack Publishing online school (free webinar registration soon (How to Sell a Ton of Books, In Five Steps)! first classes not long after!). We’ve put together a series of cool Facebook ads. And our cover design for Fighting for Anna is tres magnifique.

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View as I finished Fighting for Anna, the developmental edit version.

Meanwhile, I’ve made new writer friends all over Wyoming and even in my own neck of the woods. Isn’t finding your people the best? I walk our dogs daily in our area, and I’ve found it takes me two hours to go three miles because of all the people that come out and visit. We’ve traversed roads so far up in the mountains that our truck gave up (and my husband inadvertently posed for a book cover, LOL)—

Book cover WY cowboy

—ridden horseback—

south fork trail ride

—acquired a Razor—

el loco lobo

—hiked the Penrose trail where we could see the roof of our house far, far away and rock cliffs much closer—

penrose view of our roof

eric penrose hike

—ate a gourmet dinner at historic TA Ranch—

Fusion Poutine

—and planned cliff jumping into Tie Hack reservoir for August.
tie hack reservoir

We watch the antelope, deer, grouse, pheasant, and jackrabbits in our yard every day, and we’ve seen (not in our yard) mountain lion, musk ox, and MOOSE as well.

bull moose

We’re gearing up for a 16-day Wyoming Wild RV trip (when the RV’s out of the shop–it’s always got something wrong with it: I blame it on the Saskatchewan-Alberta-Montana trip), which I know will only whet our appetite for more of this glorious state. Then we’ll be hosting family and friends for most of the rest of the summer, which we’ll cap with a trip to Denver to see the Dixie Chicks in September.

Is it no wonder I’m off my editorial schedule of character interviews on the blog? I mean, just look at these wildflowers!

bighorn wildflowers

Maybe they’re the reason I’m having an enormous amount of trouble focusing on outlining/recording Michele #3 and rewriting the WDKY prequel novella? I’d much rather be planning our Wyoming Wild trip or putting together the 3-ring binder I want to leave full of information for house guests (Did I mention that every time we leave town, friends or family show up to claim the house while we’re gone? We love it!).

But I buckled down for Michele #3 research and outlining today, thus I’m on track to start recording next week. So I guess I can get on track on the blog, too . . . next week. While you wait for me, enjoy a day with the skies of Wyoming from our place.

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Mist in the next valley. Morning.

day time gorgeous

The Bighorns at midday.

dusk gorgeous

The Bighorns at dusk.

pink skies at night

Pink clouds, which gave way to . . .

orange skies at night

peach . . .

red skies at night

and finally to orange.

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p.s. All pictures were taken with my iPhone 6 (except for the first one of Hell to Pay, which was taken by Candi Fite with her iPhone), with NO FILTER or special effects.

Reviews, interviews, and spotlights from our wonderful friends, the bloggers in India. Please check them out, leave a comment, and share.
1. Book Review by Nilima Mohite
2. Nimi Arora – Review
3. Shalini
5. Lata Sony – interview
6. Niharika G—-Review
7. Inderpreet – Interview
8. Bhavya
9. Inderpreet Kaur Uppal- Spotlight
10. Aparna
11. Ruchira Khanna
12. Just Another Bookaholic
13. Devika (Interview)
14. Spotlight:Nilima Mohite
15. Aditi Chopra
16. Sundari Venkatraman
17. Lata Sony
18. Niharika G
19. Aarti V Raman
20. Lata Sunil
21. romila – spotlight
22. Devika
23. Deepali Joshi Adhikary
24. Meenakshi-Spotlight

Also, on June 14, Heaven to Betsy went to #1 in free downloads and is still holding steady at the top spot as I type this. Woo hoo! On the 15th, Amazon promoted Hell to Pay and the Emily Box Set along with THE TOP romantic mysteries writers today: Liliana Hart, Denise Grover Swank, Jana DeLeon, and Gemma Halliday. And my author rank shot up to its highest ever. Pinch me. Here’s hoping the 100,000 downloads of H2B this week lead lots of readers to enjoy Emily and the rest of the WDKY gang!

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Oh. And I turned Fighting for Anna in to my developmental editor, Sara Kocek. Yahoo!



Do you ever feel absolutely certain about something, only to find that you completely change your mind? Like you think the world is flat, only Christopher Columbus sailed off into the East and ran into land? Or that smoking is good for you, only it gives you cancer?

I thought I knew what I wanted to name the 8th What Doesn’t Kill You novel. I thought it would be called Going by the Book. Then I asked Bobbye, publishing assistant extraordinaire, to find me an evil, dark butterfly, since the monarch butterfly had symbolized Michele in Going for Kona, and because in this next book she saw herself differently, as something darker and less beautiful. Bobbye sent me this:

evil butterfly

And in a flash I knew I’d been wrong. I’d been trying to force “Going” into the first word of the title. The book isn’t about Going. It’s about Fighting for someone. This is the butterfly you get if you force her into early menopause, LOL, and you don’t want to mess with her.

So we changed the title. For now, it’s Fighting for Anna. And it’s going to have a kick ass butterfly on the cover.



Folks, I ain’t gonna lie. The reason I haven’t posted in a few weeks is because it’s been a helluva time in Nowheresville.  I’m a week late with my raw first chapter of Going by the Book: A Michele Romantic Mystery (What Doesn’t Kill You #8). You’ll get it today, below (shhhhhhh, don’t tell anyone). But a few things first.

The scoop:

Instead of rewriting it, I’ll just regurgitate. That’s about all I’m up for.

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I slept better last night. I haven’t cried about Omaha since this morning. And on a positive note, the new decals on the Bookmobile look great, and Wyoming is glorious.

Today's office

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Eric is already visiting clients from his temporary home base, and loving it. Our internet is lightning fast and unlimited, which is funny since Snowheresville is isolated and our Nowheresville sucky, expensive internet is only 1.5 hours from the fourth largest city in the country. Anyway, I’m gigging at the Wyoming Writers Annual Conference this weekend, teaching the Non-traditional Publishing track. Next week I’m trailing Eric into Canada, so you’ll get some great pics. I also hope to share some from our wonderful visit with my parents and kids soon.

Going by the Book hits the beta-for-story readers inboxes tomorrow. While they’re working on it, and before I send it in to developmental edit, I’m going to tackle the rewrite on the prequel novella I’ve written as a gift for you guys and outline my last Michele novel, which is going to be called Going for Broke.

With no further ado, I give you . . . Going by the Book.

Sneak Peek at Rough Chapter One: (copyright Pamela Fagan Hutchins, y’all)

An airborne string mop charged at us, muddy red streaks through white undulating like a curtain of deranged fringe. But of course it wasn’t a mop, it was a dog, and its squatty legs pumped hard, propelling its elongated body so low that I couldn’t believe its belly cleared the ground. I could smell it, too, a coppery, foul scent, and I tensed from years of experience with animals in my father’s Seguin veterinary practice. Yet, the dog looked familiar, and I was more respectful than scared.

“Get back.” I put my arms out to either side of me, as if that would protect my teenagers from whatever it was the terrified little dog brought our way. “A scared animal is a dangerous one.”

I heard the eye roll in my seventeen-year-old son’s voice. “We’re not babies anymore, Mom.”

I glanced at Sam. He had the Lopez coloring but his father’s height. Over six feet, muscular in a zero body fat kind of way. He had on khaki shorts and an Astros t-shirt, and his dark brown hair flopped across his forehead.

The dog panted and darted in front of me, and I caught a glimpse of one eye open wide, its white rounded. “Hey, I know you, don’t I?” I said, as if she would understand me.

I did remember her, from the neighbor’s. Gidget. That was the name of the neighbor. An oddly seventies-sounding name for an oddly endearing woman. The dog’s name also started with G. I ran through possibilities quickly. Gretel. No. Gretchen. No. Gertrude. Yes, that was it. Which was another oddity, like the names for the woman and the dog were reversed. I’d fallen in love with Gertrude last Spring, when Gidget invited me over to her little white farmhouse. She’d asked me to help her write her memoirs, since I’m an editor and a published author. I’d agreed—charmed by the woman and intrigued by her years as the force behind a hip Houston art gallery—then forgotten about it.

Until now. A flush rose toward my face. Ugh, memory problems, on top of hot flashes, fatigue and all over body pain. But, no, my, gynecologist insisted it couldn’t be early onset of menopause at forty-one. He’d offered me birth control pills and anti-depressants, but no empathy, and nothing that helped.

Annabelle spoke, the high pitch of a teenage girl, although at eighteen she was rapidly approaching womanhood. “Is it hurt?”

Okay, add trouble focusing, like on the crazed dog and my kids, to my list of symptoms.

Sam snorted. “It’s so ugly it hurts. What is it? Some kind of mash up between a wiener dog and a sheep dog?”

I raised a brow at Sam, but secretly added pug to his list. “She might be hurt, Belle.”

The dog stopped in front of me, yapping frantically, like it was talking directly to me. Something was wrong with its eye, really wrong, but it was whirling in circles by then. Between that and all her hair, I couldn’t get a good look at it. Was the reddish brown in her dreadlocks blood?

“What is it, Gertrude?” I crouched and held my hand toward her, palm up.

She reversed course with her back end turning separately from her front, like an articulated bus.

“Oh my God, did you see her turn?” Sam leaned over, laughing.

“She’s so cuuuuttttte,” Annabelle squeaked, clapping her hands.

Gertrude sprinted into the woods, away from the three of us and the dilapidated summer camp travel trailer dubbed the “Quacker” by Sam because of the brand name Mallard emblazoned on its side. Stopping once, Gertrude looked back at us—one eye wonky—as if to say, “Hurry up, already.”

She tugged at my heart. “I’d better go after her.”

“I’m coming, too,” Sam said.

“You dropped your phone, Michele,” Annabelle said from behind me. “Some guy named Rashidi is texting you. Who’s Rashidi?” she called.

I pretended not to hear her, because I sure wasn’t going to tell her that a gorgeous Virgin Islander I’d met at my friend Emily’s wedding wouldn’t quit texting me. I hadn’t answered him, so I’d hoped he’d stopped. I wasn’t ready. I might never be ready again.

“Aren’t you coming?” Sam yelled back to Annabelle.

I heard her feet start up after us. Breakfast and too much coffee sloshed in my belly. I had a head start on them both, but, even though I’d done an Ironman triathlon less than a year before, my conditioning was no match for their youthful athleticism. Sam played elite high school baseball, and Annabelle was headed to UT on a swim scholarship. And both were about to leave me alone for the summer, as of today. Sam working a summer baseball camp that moved around the country. Annabelle getting a headstart on the fall in Austin. I couldn’t think it about that without my eyes leaking, so I forced it away.

The little dog had wheels, and the distance between her and us grew. We thrashed through the bush and brush like a herd of stampeding cattle, my snake-proof pink camouflage cowboy boots adding to our thunder. I tried not to think about snakes. Snakes in the grass, snakes hanging from trees, snakes under bushes. Copperheads, rattlesnakes, water moccasins, and coral snakes, all native to south central Texas, something I’d have to get past if I was going to make it through my summer in the country. Mongoose, mongoose.

Gertrude ducked under the bottom of three barbed wire strands at the three-way juncture of poles and fences that marked the edge of our property and the two parcels adjoining it. A new metal sign had been affixed to the outside of Gidget’s fence, but facing the next property over from ours. It read FUTURE SITE OF HOU-TO-AUS LONESTAR PIPELINE.

We skidded to a stop, and I put my knee-high boot on the bottom wire and pulled up on the middle one. “Here.”

Annabelle ducked through, using one hand to hold her mass of long curly blonde hair off her pink tank top and out of her face. Sam followed. They started running again.

“A little help, please?”

Annabelle understood me first. “Yeah, thanks a lot, Sam,” she teased. She mimicked my actions with the barbed wire.

I’d never been past our fence, and only up to it once or twice. When I’d visited Gidget, I’d driven on a dirt road that wound an extra two miles before cutting back to her place. I crouched, my butterfly pendant falling out the top of the shirt swinging forward to smack me in the teeth. I lunged under the higher strand into new territory, catching the back of my shirt. I heard a tiny rip, but I pulled through anyway. A piece of trash on the ground caught my eye, and reflexively I grabbed it and stuck it in my jeans pocket to throw away later.

“You’ve got a hole,” Annabelle informed me.

It was an old Hotter’n Hell Hundred t-shirt from a bicycle race I’d done with Adrian, Annabelle’s father. The ruined shirt was just another piece of him slipping away, a tiny sliver of my heart excised and gone.

Gertrude had stopped, and she was barking at us, her voice a cattle prod.

“Hold on, Lassie, we’re coming,” I said.

Neither kid laughed, my humor a few decades removed from theirs. We ran on through gray-trunked yaupon holly trees that scratched us up as much as the barbed wire, and I wished I had a coat of fur like Gertrude to protect me from it. The thick vegetation was pretty from a distance but up close it gave me the willies. Poison ivy, spiders, and the aforementioned snakes and yaupon. It was dark back there, too, the cedar, mesquite, and oak creating a canopy made denser by thorny vines and bee-attracting honeysuckle.

Sam turned around and ran backwards. “So, where are we—“ His words were interrupted when he hit the ground with an “oomph,” butt first, palms next.

“Are you okay?” I extended a hand to him.

He lifted one of his up, and it was covered in something brown and mushy. He waved it back and forth in front of his face, sniffing. “Gross.”

I withdrew my hand.

“What is it?” Annabelle leaned toward him, then backed away quickly. “Ew, poop.”

“Help me,” Sam said, shaking his hands to try to fling it off.

Gertrude started barking at us again.

“Sorry, son. I’ve got to see about the dog.”

“Yeah, me, too.” Annabelle giggled.

I zigged and Annabelle zagged around him.

“No fair!”

“Wipe it off on the ground and the leaves.” I laughed, and Annabelle skipped. Literally, she skipped, and it warmed me inside.

Sam caught up with us. The scent of something rotten flooded my nose for a moment. At first I thought it was Sam, but it was dead animal stink, not manure stink. A few running paces later it started to recede. I didn’t want to know what it was. There were lots of critters out here, and all lives had an expiration date. We just didn’t have to face it personally in modern society very often. Or at all, most of us. Another thing I’d have to get over to survive my summer.

My breaths were coming in short pants now, and I couldn’t hear anything except the yips and barks of Gertrude. She broke from the tree line, and I saw Gidget’s clapboard house in the clearing. Gertrude scrambled toward it, running full out. I wanted to stop and put my hands on my knees, but I kept going. Sweat trickled down my temple and onto my cheek. Annabelle was in front of me and Sam a good ten yards in front of her. A gate was ajar in a picket fence that could use the attention of Tom Sawyer. Gertrude entered with Sam hot on her heels. The dog bounded onto the porch and disappeared.

It looked like we were going to get the chance to say hello to Gidget, and I could offer to help her with Gertrude’s eye, or take them to the vet.

Sam stomped up the wooden steps and came to an abrupt halt. He leaned forward, then stood. “You guys, there’s a broken window with blood on it, and the dog jumped back through it and ran inside.”

Annabelle joined Sam, and I caught up with them. The porch sagged under our weight.

“How weird.” I knocked but there was no sound from the house, and no one came to the door. “Gidget?” I called.


I took a step to the left and pressed my nose against the intact upper half of the window, my feet crunching the broken pieces on the porch. I shielded my eyes with my hand, trying to see past the glare of high morning sunlight against glass.

“What is it?” Annabelle asked.

I scanned the room. Gertrude suddenly appeared and rushed the window pell-mell, her bark piercing. I jumped back, falling into my stepdaughter. She stumbled a little, and I righted myself.

“I’m not sure,” I said. I braced myself, hands on the window frame, paint coming off in dry flecks on my palms. I brushed them off on my shorts and tried again. This time I was able to follow Gertrude with my eyes, and they led to the right, in front of a coffee table and faded tweed couch. A bundle of worn clothing lay piled on the wood floors, twitching. Hands and feet and a gray-haired head protruded from the bundle, and blood trickled from Gidget’s forehead into a pool beside her.




The sight of Gidget was like a jolt of electricity, short circuiting my brain. “Adrian.” I exhaled, frozen. My forehead slumped against the glass. “Mom.”

“What?” Annabelle asked, her face right beside mine. “Michele, are you all right?”

I sucked in a deep, careful breath. For a moment, my mind had filled with macabre pictures from my nightmares, a flash of my husband Adrian, crumpled lifeless by his bicycle on the side of the road, murdered a year ago by a crazy stalker in her car. Then one of my own mother, puddled, dead, alone. She’d had a massive stroke only six weeks ago, and Papa had found her.

I winced. “Sorry. Hit too close to home for a second.”

Annabelle nodded, her eyes huge.

I squeezed her shoulder. “Gertrude’s owner, Gidget. She’s in there, on the floor.”

“Oh my God.” Annabelle pressed her face to the glass.

Sam did the same above her head.

“We’ve got to help her.” I rattled the locked door knob and shouted, “Gidget, can you hear me?”

Still nothing.

I pushed, but the door wouldn’t budge. I knew I should call 911 but first I had to check on Gidget. “Sam, we’ve got to bust through the door. On three?”

He crouched in front of the door, and I did the same beside him.

I said, “One, two, three.”

We threw our combined weight against the flimsy old door and the jamb gave with a splintering of wood. Sam and I half-fell through as the door swung open. Annabelle followed us in.

The house reeked of burnt coffee. I put the back of my hand to my nose and stumbled forward. I crouched at Gidget’s side, careful not to slip in her blood. I dropped my hand from my nose and reached for her wrist, pressing my fingers against the inside of it as it jerked spasmodically, and I searched for a pulse. It was very faint, but it was there. “She’s alive. Call 911.”

“Um, I don’t have my phone.”

Not a surprise. Sam never had his phone.

“I’ve got yours,” Annabelle said, and she was already pressing the numbers in the keypad.

I was afraid to move Gidget, but we needed to stop her bleeding. “Find me a rag, please, Sam. Wash your hands first.”

He disappeared.

Some cruel puppeteer kept pulling Gidget’s strings, and I wished I could cut them. Instead, I smoothed steely curls away from her temple on the dry side of her forehead and they sprang back into place. Her pale skin seemed gray, the lopsided red lipstick garish against it. I put my mouth next to her ear and my hand on her sternum. She was breathing, just barely, with long lapses between each breath. I opened her mouth. Her tongue wasn’t obstructing her airway, which was good. I heard water running from down the hall.

“Gidget, are you there?”

No response.

Gertrude crawled on her belly, her gnarled locks pooling on the floor and soaking up blood and some kind of brownish liquid. She inched as close as she could get to Gidget’s head, knocking into a broken coffee cup that skittered out of her way. For the first time, I got a good look at the dog’s face. Beneath the dreadlocks crowning her forehead, one of her eyes had popped partway out of its socket, hanging just over the bottom lid. She looked like something from a B horror flick.

“Poor Gertrude,” I said, using my most soothing voice. “I’ll fix you up as soon as I can, I promise.” Summers and weekends with Papa had taught me most of what I needed to know to help animals—including genus home sapiens—in minor emergencies, thank goodness. I’d put many an eye back into its socket, especially with the dog breeds whose eyes were on the outside of their skulls. Like Gertrude’s were, bless her heart. She licked Gidget’s face, seeming not to notice her own injury. I brushed locks back from Gertrude’s face like I had Gidget’s, with the same result.

Sam returned with a yellow hand towel.

“Put it here, and press.” I pointed at Gidget’s cut.

He positioned it tentatively.

I put my hands over his, applying more pressure. “Like this.”

He complied. “Why is she jerking around like that?”


I stepped back, taking in the scene. Gidget was bird-like in a voluminous snap-front housedress. Her high cheekbones slashed across her face, over a pursed mouth now barely sucking in enough air to keep her alive. Concern had tightened Sam’s brow at the same time as compassion softened his eyes. He put his free hand on Gidgets shoulder, as if to stop her spastic movements.

I heard the 911 operator on speakerphone. The voice and static crashed through the living room like a wrecking ball. “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

Annabelle’s eyebrows rose. She shrugged at me, a clueless gesture. Teenage girls. Teenagers in general.

I shouted so the phone would pick me up from across the room, and I motioned for Annabelle to move closer, which she did. “My name is Michele Lopez Hanson. We found my neighbor collapsed and in a seizure. She’s unconscious, bleeding from a head wound, and barely breathing. I don’t know what happened to her, but we need an ambulance.”

The connection crackled behind the loud voice. “Where are you calling from?”

“I’m not sure of her address. Out near Serbin, between Giddings and La Grange.” I gave her my address. “It’s near there.”

Before I could explain further, the operator boomed, “What county is that? Lee? Fayette? Washington? They all come together out there.”

“Lee County. Gidget—my neighbor—isn’t on the same road as me. She lives about two miles away from by car, but maybe a quarter mile as the crow flies.”

The voiced boomed. I still couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. “Gidget? Gidget Becker?”

Of course, with a name like Gidget in a small town, the dispatcher knew who she was. “That’s her. We’re at her place.”

“I’ll dispatch the ambulance and the sheriff’s department.” Then, more softly, “Poor thing. Another seizure.”

“Thank you.” I looked into the eyes of my kids. They looked scared. I tried to sound confident. “What should we do for her in the meantime?”

The voice softened, was solemn and more feminine. “Pray.”



So this week Hell to Pay launched in India, and the bloggers are doing a fabulous job. I’d love it if you guys would go out and show them the love.

1. Just Another Bookaholic
2. Devika (Interview)
3. Spotlight:Nilima Mohite
4. Aditi Chopra
5. Sundari Venkatraman
6. Lata Sony
7. Niharika G
8. Aarti V Raman
9. Lata Sunil
10. romila – spotlight
11. Devika
12. Deepali Joshi Adhikary
13. Meenakshi-Spotlight
14. Ruchira Khanna

Meanwhile, Going by the Book: A Michele Romantic Mystery (What Doesn’t Kill You, #8) is coming along. Better than expected. Still some plot issues to iron out, but I’m optimistic that they’ll fall into place and I’ll stay on schedule. We had a dear friend from the islands visit for a few days this week. She brought organic aquaponic veggies and tilapia. We worked side by side by separately, and she cooked wonderful food (Eric ate three no thank you bites of the roasted okra).  And tonight we have dear friends from the Texas Panhandle staying over.

Notice anything about visitors and ties to novels? Yeah, I thought so 😉

Have a great week, y’all!


Where's Omaha? Hiding between the book boxes, of course.

Where’s Omaha? Hiding between the book boxes, of course.

Greetings, all. By the time this post publishes, What Doesn’t Kill You #8 will be twenty-five days away  from submission for its first round of editing, what is called “developmental” or “content” editing. This is the stage where the rubber meets the road. The story is critiqued, suggestions given, and changes called for. I started rewrites only a week ago with a hot mess of a first draft, completed 100% by recording with no written reference to turn to during the project.

Oh em gee.

It was hard. And the draft has been a challenge to work with for rewrites. Enter my hero and story partner, my husband Eric. He read the whole thing through and made suggestions. I compiled his suggestions, my running “notes” (a la change the villain to X, add red herring Y, etc., to the tune of about 150  major and sometimes conflicting ideas), and the notes/suggestions of the transcriptionist (romantic mystery novelist Bobbye Marrs) into the precisely-right places in the draft, rearranging sections that were out of order as I went. Then Eric and I talked it through, and I dove in. I made a daily progress chart—it’s so motivating and satisfying to plot progress, and it keeps me on track to know exactly how much I have to get done each day—and got to work.

I’m 30% of the way through. And you know what? It’s not going that bad. I’ll be a much better writer voice-to-text next time from what I’ve learned. I’m going to finish on time, or ahead of time. I have gotten into the voice of my protagonist (Michele) and of most of the other characters. The story will be as solid as I ever send to developmental edit. And I’ll be mentally drained when it’s through. Physically, too.

So from now until June 15th, I’m not going to be able to resume a normal blog schedule. I’ll post something weekly, but I won’t get back to my character interviews, book club questions, and V-logs until then.

I anticipate posting a very raw first chapter, for blog subscribers only, the last week of this month.

Until next week,


While you wait for the next What Doesn’t Kill You novel, here’s a few of my favorite 4-star+ Texas mystery reads for you, blogged in response to a question from reader Heather. Thanks, Heather!

<You’re welcome.> 😉

Rick Riordan (San Antonio)

Yeah, you know him for his Middle Grade fantasy books, the Percy Jackson series. But did you know he wrote mysteries before them? Yep. And I love them. At least all of them but the last one in the series. Seriously, stop before you get to Rebel Island. Despite that, one of my favorite reviews ever compared me to him. (I’ll take it!)


Stephanie Jaye Evans (Houston)

You’ll love her authentic characters and be begging for a next installment in her Sugarland mysteries, featuring a minister whose wife steals the show, as they struggle with the congregation, teenage girls, and murder.

Ben Rehder (Austin)

Apparently I’m late to the party. Ben’s a multi-big-award nominee for his Blanco County mystery series featuring a game warden (how freakin’ cool is that???). A reader tipped me on his new Roy Ballard series, which is where I started, and now I’ll work my way backwards. Embarrassing admission: once I heard his name spoken aloud I knew who he was. REHDER = RAIDER. Ohhhhhh…anyway, still hadn’t read him, but, gah, Pamela. Sometimes (SMH).

The same reader also sent me a Hell to Pay fox:

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Double thanks, Delbra 😉

R.L. Nolen (Houston) and Marcy McKay (Amarillo)

Pick up this box set which includes novels from two Texas mystery/thriller/suspense novelists, R.L. Nolen for the suspenseful Deadly Thyme and Marcy McKay for her luminous debut, Pennies From Burger Heaven . Bonus: Ken Oder’s non-Texas novel The Closing (and some books by, um, me).

Aimee Gilchrist (New Mexico, but writing in Texas)

A little snarky-er than I love at times, but eventually her protagonist’s incredibly neurotic inner self won me over. Good mystery, involving oldsters still living in their past.

Don’t forget one of mine you may not have read yet:

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(Photo sent in by reader Kessika. Thank you!)


The foxes have been received and are loved.

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Here’s where I’ll be for the next three weeks because, gulp, What Doesn’t Kill You #8 is due to my developmental editor June 15th.


At least the view’s good.

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Have a great week, and look for more reading recommendations coming soon <3

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We have winners! Congratulations to Kessika, Tracy, Sandra, Connie, and Sherry, winner of the FIVE silver fox pendants inspired by Emily! Each pendant is lovingly handcrafted by the incomparable Anita Shultz of Jewelweed Sprouts, who I guarantee creates MaGiC that will enhance their intuition. You can read about more of her work that has made its way into my jewelry box, here. You can also learn more about (or buy yourself) a little foxy loxy or other something-something HERE.

Congratulations to Christina and Patricia, too, winners of the signed Emily novels in the Lone Star Literary giveaway.








You’ll be elated to hear that we are back to our regularly scheduled blog programming next week, leaving the launch of Hell to Pay behind us. Meanwhile, I’ve finished the first draft of a prequel novella that all my blog and newsletter subscribers will get, free, this fall, and I’ve starting the rewrite of Going by the Book, the next Michele mystery in the What Doesn’t Kill You series. I got new author portraits shot, which will hopefully be good so I’ll quit seeing the same dang pictures of my mug everywhere on the internet. I’ve traveled to NOLA with my husband, marveled over sunsets and wildflowers, enjoyed small town roadhouse fun, been sent a true throwback Thursday pick from a college roommate, and learned to appreciate Louise for her snake alerting skills. And our little Peyton Manning got “de-manned” and became Omaha. Here’s some visual proof. Enjoy the short video of the dogs and Omaha “guarding” me on our jog.

Below is a recap of the awesome posts/blogs/press from launch, if you missed them.

The Houston Press (squee), HERE

Rebecca “R.L.” Nolen reviews Hell to Pay HERE

A Blue Million Books interviews Emily HERE

Giveaway on Margie’s Must Reads, HERE

Blogging for the Love of Authors and Their Books, HERE

The Page Unbound for an interview with me, HERE

Because This is My Life, interview, HERE

My Book Fix Blog (excerpt), HERE

It’s a Jenn World, review, HERE

Texas Book Lover, Emily’s Top 10 Song List, HERE

Hall Ways, Review, HERE

All for the Love of the Word, Review, HERE

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12874386_10208671508803548_1395101189_oI’m getting so excited for giveaway week this month BECAUSE . . . I’m giving away five fox pendants in honor of Emily’s spirit animal in Hell to Pay, made by jeweler extraordinaire Anita of Jewelweed Sprouts. Aren’t they adorable (front, above; back, below)?!? They’re a little smaller than a nickel, so they can be worn on bracelets or as pendants. Check out Anita’s other designs HERE. I’m also giving away paperback copies of Heaven to Betsy, HERE.


And of course I have the LARGE version 😉 as my totem!


Meanwhile, the relentless assault of Hell to Pay on the internet continues. It’s still top 20 Hot New Release and Amazon, sales are strong, and the reviews are pouring in on Heaven to Betsy (and blowing me away!). Here are this week’s bloggers weighing in with interviews, character interviews, reviews, and spotlights. As always, your visit and comment mean the world to me and increase the probability that they’ll have me and my books on their site in the future.

The Librarian Talks: Interview with Emily about Hell to Pay

Massive Black Hole: Interview with me

Patricia Flaherty Pagan: Ongoing Passion—The Joys and Challenges of Writing a Series

Marcy McKay: Win a free ebook!

HBS Author Spotlight: H2P and me


I owe you a report on last week’s Hollyweird experience, and the best way for me to do it is to share my post from my Facebook group Knights of Pamelot, which is made pup of the super awesome people that are way to kind to me in supporting my books (if you’d like to join, here’s the link).

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If you’d like to see the takeaways from the experience, I blogged on it at SkipJack Publishing, HERE.

Rest assured, the positive learning experience has me/us energized. A plan is in place, or, rather, in motion already! Meanwhile, we have kicked off initiatives for translations and promotions in other countries, and I’m working on Michele #2 and a prequel novella for all my subscribers, old and new, free of charge. YES, I’m serious! 🙂

Have a great week.


The last week kicked booty, y’all. Hell to Pay launched on Saturday March 26th. Late that day, its Thunderclap released, to an audience of nearly 500,000 based on the social reach of its more than 350 supporters.

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By Monday March 28th, it was a #5 Hot New Release on Amazon.


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Bookbub sent out 1500 release announcement emails. Amazon sent out many, many thousands of the same.


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Pinch me.

Meanwhile, we moved the first of Emily’s books, Heaven to Betsy, to free in e-book form, and it went to #1. Yeah. Without a Bookbub promotion either.




We’ll be leaving it free for the foreseeable future to encourage people to move on through the What Doesn’t Kill You series past Katie and on to Michele and Emily. Wish us luck, and let your friends know!

This week and next week are a landslide of launch “events” online. So only two more weeks, and then my relentless self- and Hell to Pay-promotion will end. The event this week is Community Bookstop. It would be awesome if you could visit and comment/share. It lets the book bloggers know they make a difference and how much we appreciate them getting the word out about new books.

Want to win a chance to win a free copy of Saving Grace? Books make great gifts even if you already own one. Click HERE to enter.

Finally, if you get a chance to read Hell to Pay or any of my other books, I hope you’ll do me the honor of leaving an honest review on Goodreads and/or the sales site of your choice.

Now, shhhh, don’t tell, but I’m off to Hollyweird to an invitation-only pitch event to link authors of female protagonist crime novels with producers looking to do adaptations. I’ve bitten off all my fingernails, y’all! (Thanks, Sisters in Crime!)

I am blessed, and I appreciate all of you. Thank you so, so much for helping make this “girl’s” dreams come true.

<3 <3 <3

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Have you Thunderclapped yet? If not, pretty please? It’s so easy—just a few clicks—and it helps me with the launch of Hell to Pay. Note: it only posts once, it only asks to count your friends to calculate your social reach, and it does not post on anyone else’s walls. Just yours. 🙂

All right, on to giveaways, as it’s giveaway week on my blog!

  • Always: free exclusive ebook copy of Puppalicous and Beyond.
  • Jack’s giveaway through March 31: a signed copy of Hell to Pay! To enter, send me a permalink (permanent link–you’ll see a link for it below your review when you write and post it) of your review of Hell to PayPaperbacks available now (early!) on Amazon. You’ll get additional entries for permalinks of reviews of Heaven to Betsy, Earth to Emily, and Going for Kona. I’ll be picking three winners. Pamela at PamelaFaganHutchins dot com.

Also, fair warning. Starting March 26, I’ll be sharing links to all the interviews, reviews, and giveaways related to the launch of Hell to Pay, so while that’s going on we’ll take a break from normal content on the blog. And on that subject . . . Heaven to Betsy is now free in ebook form, everywhere!!!!!!!

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So download yours now and move on through those Emily mysteries. Don’t forget to leave an honest review, y’all 😉

At the end of the month we’ll have a VERY SPECIAL giveaway of silver Emily fox totem charms, specially made by Jewelweed Sprouts. <– Yes, OMG!!

Have a great week!


Greetings from Nowheresville where we are answering Jack’s book club question today! And also enduring a photobomb by Peyton Manning 🙂

First, though, a request, from moi, to y’all (or is that “yoi”? haha): I’m asking you for a couple of clicks, and nothing else, to participate in a Thunderclap to help me launch Hell to PayWhat the hackin’ frackin’ fraggle is a Thunderclap? It’s a coordinated social media message that amplifies the “volume” of an individual message. You signup to participate, and it posts all the messages at the same time to increase the possibility it will “trend” or “go viral.” To view and join my Thunderclap message for the launch of Hell to Pay, visit http://thndr.me/qUhrrI and click to Support on Facebook, Twitter, and/or Tumblr. Supporters will be automatically entered in a giveaway of all seven ebooks in the What Doesn’t Kill You series. Shares of this blog and the link for my Thunderclap on social media are greatly, greatly appreciated.

Here’s a better picture of Peyton, on “take your goat to work day.”

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Next week we’ll have our monthly giveaway, but meanwhile you can enter to win Heaven to Betsy now!

It’s crazy times here while we prepare for the launch of Hell to Pay. Wish us sanity and patience!


This week we’re continuing our interview with Jack, Emily’s love interest in the upcoming Hell to Pay (What Doesn’t Kill You, #7). Normally these interviews are one-on-one, but Jack proved to be as hard to get an answer from as I’d been warned, so this week Emily is coming to encourage him a little.

Before we get started, if you haven’t read their first adventure yet—Heaven to Betsy (What Doesn’t Kill You, #5): An Emily Romantic Mystery—you’d better hurry, because their final novel is coming March 26th!! Here’s a chance to win Heaven to Betsy before then. I’m giving away 50, so your odds are good! https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/12ccafee4c1bf4f5


Pamela: Hello, you two. Great seeing you.

Emily: It’s nice being back. And I’m so sorry that last week Jack wasn’t more—

Jack: Comfortable.

Emily: I was going to say cooperative.

(Jack reaches for Emily’s hand and kisses the knuckles, then holds it on his leg.)

Pamela: So how would you describe Jack, Emily? The strong, silent type?

Emily: In the beginning I would have called him eccentric, mute, and obtuse.

Jack: (left eyebrow lifts) Hey now.

Emily: I said in the beginning. Now he talks around me more. He still doesn’t answer a question straight on, but he can be pretty funny.

Jack: (nods) I’m very funny.

Emily: (shakes her head) I wouldn’t go that far, babe.

Pamela: Which is of you is the cover hog?

Simultaneously, Jack and Emily: Her/him.

Pamela: The neat freak?

They both point to Jack.

Pamela: The spark plug?

They point to Emily.

Pamela: What do your parents think of Jack?

Emily: He has my mother completely bamboozled. Dad’s the bigger surprise, though. He respects Jack and he’s grateful to him.

Pamela: No lingering resentment over Jack prosecuting him and sending him to prison?

Emily: Dad knows he got a fair shake.

Jack: John did the wrong thing for the right reasons. He’s solid.

They smile at each other, the eye contact prolonged, and the air crackling with electricity.

Pamela: I must say, you two do seem to, um, like each other.

Jack: Yep.

Emily: (laughs)

Pamela: Okay, last few questions and then I’ll let Jack pick a book club question for this month. Emily, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen Jack do?

Emily: Jack is Mr. Conservative. I think the wildest I’ve seen him get is driving five miles over the speed limit.

Jack: (mumbles) I thought it was a 45-mile per hour zone.

Pamela: And the craziest thing you’ve ever seen Emily do?

Jack: Maybe it was crawling after an armed man into a pitch black mine shaft.

Emily: It was to rescue two teenage runaways who’d witnessed a murder and are very dear to me!

Jack: (shakes his head) Yeah, but still crazy. But that craziest thing she’s done is take a chance on me.

Emily: (turns to him): Ahhh, that’s so sweet. (leans in and kisses him)

Pamela: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you guys, before you start that I need a book club question from Jack.

Jack: (straightens up) From Earth to Emily: Can you forgive Jack for keeping secrets? (he nods, a serious look on his face but his amber eyes twinkling)

Emily: (snorts)

Pamela: Has Jack struck a nerve with that question, Emily?

Emily: Ask me again after people read Hell to Pay.

Pamela: Will do. Thanks you two. Now go get a room.



This month Jack takes center stage. Yes, Jack, as in the annoyingly sexy and mysterious criminal attorney who Emily went to work for in Amarillo, and who she ultimately became engaged to, moved in with, and is (trying) to adopt Betsy with. Ah, if only everything in life were easy, right?

Pamela: Welcome, Jack. It’s nice to meet you in person. Or, for my readers, online.

Jack: (nods, smiles with one side of his mouth and a deep left dimple)

Pamela: So, tell us a little bit about your role in the upcoming Hell to Pay.

Jack: That’s Emily’s story.

Pamela: But you play a significant role in the book, right?

Jack: (Left eyebrow rises sky-high, and some shockingly golden eyes make direct eye contact) I reckon.


Pamela: (clears throat) Well, um, if you don’t want to talk about the book, how about we talk about your cases? Congratulations on your win in the Phil Escalante burglary trial.

Jack: (Looks down) Thanks.

Pamela: And, um, on your engagement and new house.

Jack: (That lopsided smile again, with glowing eyes.) Yep.

Pamela: Wow, Emily had told me you were quiet, but I’ve got to say, you’re that times two.


Pamela: Okay, well, then, is there anything you do want to talk about? Your airplane? Your ranch? Your family?

Jack: I don’t much like interviews.

Pamela: (Laughs) That was a complete sentence! Do you ever talk more than this?

Jack: (grins, left-sided, eyes twinkling) If Emily makes me.

Pamela: Do you think she could come with you for your interview next week, then?

Jack: (Drums his thumbs on the desk in front of him) God, I hope so.

Pamela: (muttering: Not half as much as me, bud.) All right then, well, Jack, we’ll talk to you—er—to Emily, rather, and see you, next week.

(chair scraping, door closing)

Pamela: Since you guys can’t see what’s happening on my end, he just tipped his hat to me, gave a little bow, and exited stage right. (Pause) I can honestly say that was the hardest interview I’ve ever done. But he is awfully cute . . .


Not to be redundant, y’all, but it’s the last week of the month, and that means I’m giving stuff awayyyyyyyy around here.

  1. First, things you win just by entering:MTW ebook cover final

a. Murder, They Wrote: Four SkipJack Mysteries (plus a full-length bonus novel!): FREE Feb. 24-28, HERE.

b. Puppalicious and Beyond (where does fiction come from? this one weaves in and out of my
life and my novels to show you!): HERE.

2. Next, big giveaways on the web: Saving Grace, in paperback, through Mar. 2: Enter HERE.

3. Blog-exclusive giveaway: one signed paperback, winner’s choice. To enter, leave a review on Murder, They Wrote, HERE, and copy the permalink into a comment below (or email it to me pamela at pamelahutchins dot com). I’ll be drawing one winner from the entries. Deadline: Mar. 3. Don’t forget to download the e-book free by Feb. 28th!!

Have a great weekend, you guys.