My guest today is Madison Johns. Madison resides in
, with her husband and
two children, and delightful cat Misty. She has written everything from dark
fiction to cozy mysteries. Saginaw, Michigan
Anne – Welcome,
. Let’s get down to business and talk writing! Tell us a
something about yourself you’d normally only share with close friends. Madison
Anne – Few people understand writers. Just ask my husband. He starts to sweat whenever I talk about where I should hide the body! When did you first realize you were destined to be an author?
Anne – LOL. I won’t even ask about what that 'almost' might be. What one or two lines best sums you up as an author?
Anne - Tell us about your debut release, Armed and Outrageous.
What does a murder that happened forty-three years ago have to do with missing tourist Jennifer Martin? Agnes makes it her personal mission to find out, and she's not letting the fact she's seventy-two get in the way. Butting heads with Sheriff Clem Peterson is something she's accustomed to, but lately Clem seems to be acting even more strange, making Agnes wonder what he may be hiding ala the Martin disappearance.
Agnes’ partner in crime, Eleanor Mason tags along, Watson to her Holmes. Together, they unearth clues. If only Eleanor would behave, as although lovable, she has a knack for getting into trouble by tangling with her rival, Dorothy Alton, or flirting with anyone—male or female—and gossiping! She's incorrigible, but she does carry a Pink Lady revolver in her purse, one that has proved useful at times.
Life for Agnes and Eleanor are shaken up when Agnes' former boss and secret crush comes to Tadium. Before long, the lady sleuths have more on their hands to content with as goons roll into town and bullets begin to fly.
Anne – It sounds like a great read. Would you share an excerpt of Armed and Outrageous with us?
We both laughed for a minute while Eleanor retrieved her keys. "I’m driving."
"I don’t think, th-that’s a good idea."
"Don’t be silly, Agnes. You might want to move out of my way. I would hate to lose a good friend at my age."
Eleanor went into her garage and backed out her gray 1980 Cadillac Seville. It only had 50,000 miles, but that was hard to believe with the damage on the body—part of the reason I wanted to drive. They say a Cadillac is built like a tank, one of the main reasons I raised money and bought her the car.
Eleanor didn’t have much luck in her life except inheriting a house from a nephew who’d died unexpectedly a few years back. Her only son, Edward, had nothing to do with her. I met her at the Mikado bingo, quite a distance from where we lived. We were surprised to learn we lived only a mile apart from one another. I was immediately taken in by her quick wit, and I thought of her as a sister I never had—the perfect partner in crime.
Eleanor opened the car door for me. "Don’t be afraid, I promise I can see much better with these new glasses."
I had my doubts about her driving skills, but I climbed in nonetheless. Right on cue, Eleanor hopped in, cranked the engine, and slammed her foot on the pedal. Rocks flew up and tinged the roof; hot tin roof came to mind. She tore off down the road toward Quick Stop. She swerved and didn’t stay in her lane, but we made it there without incident, thanks to the grace of God.
Anne – Sounds like a fun ride! Do you have a fear, phobia, or habit you’d rather no one knew about?
Anne – I suppose that rules out going to the top of
’s CN Tower or Toronto ’s Space Needle, huh?! How
long does it take you to write a book? Seattle
Anne - How many rejections did you acquire along the way? What kept you going?
Anne - If you could snap your fingers where would you visit, return, or move to? Why?
Anne – They certainly do!
is one of my favorite cities.
Where can readers find you online? London
Anne – It's been great chatting with you, Madison. I wish you every success with Armed and Outrageous.
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