It’s here! YAY- I’m excited to say that Senior Assassin is out in the world. I checked on my publisher’s website for the link but the site appears to be down for maintenance. I found the link on Amazon for the paperback but not kindle. I found the e-version on Kobo and both at Barnes and Noble.
Here are two editorial reviews:
http://www.blackopalbooks.com – Taylor Jones
The story is reminiscent of an Agatha Christie mystery, a cross between Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple. The storyline is intriguing, the characters charming, and the romance sweet. Chancellor gives an authentic view of what life was like for a “middle class” librarian, trying to mingle with “upper class” aristocrats on a luxury train. If you’re looking for something an old-fashioned mystery/romance, it would be hard to go wrong with Senior Assassin.
http://www.blackopalbooks.com – Regan Murphy
I thoroughly enjoyed Senior Assassin. Since I’m a big Agatha Christie fan, this book was right up my alley. It’s a refreshing change from all the blood and gore so prevalent in mysteries today. That’s not to say there’s no blood in the book, but Chancellor does keep it to a minimum. The plot is strong, the characters charming and well-developed, and romance sweet and heartwarming. This is the kind of book you’ll want to keep on your shelf to read over and over again.
When I traveled to Paris recently, I had a chance to go to the Orsay Museum. It used to be a train station and I wanted to share the picture of the ceiling as well as the overall ambiance of the place. It is the same as when trains made their home here before heading to all parts of Europe (other than the art and the tourists. LOL). This place reminded me of how I wanted the train station in my September 20, 2014 release from Black Opal Books, Senior Assassin, to look in the readers’ imagination.
The first scene of the book takes place in the station (the real one is also in Paris and looks very similar- Gare De l’est) where the Orient Express left from. Just imagine steam trains with their smoke wafting through this area and people running to catch their train with the women dressed in fur coats with gloves and pert hats and the men in their long overcoats and fedoras.
Think about the bustle of porters carrying luggage, the excitement palpable in the air, adventures to be had, and maybe some intrigue along the journey. Can you feel it? Close your eyes, picture it and soak it up!
I’ve recently returned from Paris and one day as I was eating my jambon and fromage omelette with fries (that’s ham and cheese for you English speakers) and sipping a beer for medicinal purposes, this little bee decided to keep me company. If you’ve ever walked on cobblestone streets for days you’ll know what I mean when I say you need a beer for medicinal purposes. It numbs your poor ole feet pretty well. Keep that in mind if you travel to Europe. It works.
Anyway, this bee was really jonesing for some of my beer so when there was a smidge left, I let him in the glass. He had a grand time sucking up the suds. In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop and he needed some assistance in getting himself out of the glass. Of course, once he was out, he lolled around on my plate in a stupor. Do you think he was drinking for medicinal purposes, too? Were his little feet aching like my big ones? I think I found a soul- or is that sole- mate?