Showing posts with label Kaye George. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kaye George. Show all posts

Friday, September 27, 2013

Last Friday of the Month Recipe Cheddar Green Onion Biscuits ~ From Kaye George! Plus Read An Excerpt from CHOKE

Hi Loyal Readers,
I promise this recipe will not make you CHOKE (the name of Kaye George's book, excerpt below)

They sound yummy and I'm making some this weekend. 


Cheddar Green Onion Biscuits
adapted by Kaye George from a recipe on My Sister's Kitchen (http://mysisterskitchen.wordpress.com/2006/07/06/cheddargreen-onion-biscuits/)
2 1/4 c. Bisquick

6 T. butter, chopped coarsely

1 1/2 t. minced garlic

6 oz. grated sharp cheddar cheese

3 green onions (or scallions) chopped finely

1 c. buttermilk
 

Cut butter into Bisquick until the texture of coarse crumbs. Stir in cheese, onions, and garlic. Add buttermilk and stir just enough to mix. Do not overmix.

Drop onto greased cookie sheet or pizza stone by heaping teaspoonsful.

Bake at 400 degrees for 15-18 minutes or until golden brown.

Makes nearly 4 dozen.
 

Optional: Add 4 oz. coarsely chopped green chili or jalapeno peppers.

 
 
  Blurb for the first Imogene Duckworthy mystery, CHOKE:

Twenty-two-year-old Imogene Duckworthy is waiting tables at Huey's Hash in tiny Saltlick, TX, itching to jump out of her rut and become a detective. When Uncle Huey is found murdered in the diner, a half-frozen package of mesquite-smoked sausage stuffed down his throat, Immy gets her chance.

Immy's mother, Hortense is hauled in for the crime. Unclear of the exact duties of a PI, Immy starts a fire in the bathroom wastebasket to bust Mother out of jail. On the run from the law with her mother and her toddler daughter, Nancy Drew Duckworthy, Immy wonders, now what?




Excerpt:

"That's it, Uncle Huey!" Imogene Duckworthy whipped off her apron and flung it onto the slick, stainless steel counter. "I quit!" If only her voice didn’t sound so young. Her order pad, pencil, even the straws skittered out of their pouches and across the floor. She took a step back, her shoes sticking to the trod-upon-after-lunch debris of squished lettuce, blobs of gravy, and bits of unidentifiable brown stuff. 

"You can't quit, darlin'," drawled Uncle Huey in that thin, nasal voice that made him seem six inches shorter than his five-ten. "You're family." He dipped a scoop of mashed potatoes onto a plate, ladled thick brown gravy on top, and handed it to the cook. 

"I'm not working double shifts again next week." Immy hoped she sounded serious. Mature. Convincing. 

"Well, you'll just have to, won't you? Since Xenia just quit on me today, you and April are all the waitresses I've got left." 

Clem, the portly cook, piled the hot plate with thick slabs of meatloaf, spooned green beans beside them, and shoved it into April's waiting hands. Immy hadn't eaten lunch yet, and the oniony smell of the meatloaf kicked up some saliva under her tongue. She watched April swing through the double doors and glimpsed the whitewashed dining room full of scarred wooden tables and chairs, almost empty of customers now. 

She’d worked and played in this restaurant her entire twenty-two years. It had been started by her grandparents and handed down to her father and her uncle. Since her father’s death, of course, Uncle Huey had run it alone. 

Would she miss this place? Maybe, but she was quitting anyway. 

Immy pounded her fist on the work counter. Hugh Duckworthy jumped. "No, Uncle Huey. April is all you've got left, and if you'd kept your mitts to yourself, you'd still have Xenia." Immy's hands shook as she snatched her purse and jacket from her cubby, but she succeeded in stomping out the back door of the diner, past the cook and busboy who were staring open-mouthed. Aside from troublesome customers, she didn't talk back to people often, even when she wanted to. 

Uncle Huey may have been her father's brother, but he was a first class jerk. 

In the alley she paused beside the dumpster. Leaned against the sun-warmed metal. Gulped a big breath of relief. And choked on the stench of rotting vegetables. She  moved a little farther from the dumpster for her next breath and collapsed against the brick wall, trembling in the aftermath of her bravery. 

Immy closed her eyes and let the Texas sun soak into her upturned face, willing it to calm her. She turned her mind to the future. A purchase was waiting for her in Wymee Falls, but she had no transportation to pick it up. What should she do now? She tried to focus. 

"What in the hell got into you, Immy?" 

Her eyes flew open at the sound of the deep voice. Baxter, one of Huey's two busboys, emptied a bin of food scraps into the dumpster, plunked it onto the alley paving, and strolled over to stand a couple of feet from her. Her pulse raced at the closeness of his lean, hard body. Damn, that man was handsome. 

Immy had had a crush on Baxter Killroy since he started to work in the diner two and a half years ago, even though he was at least ten years older than Immy, mid-thirties. 

"I never heard you talk back to the boss like that before." 

That lazy smile drew her closer. She pushed off the brick wall and took a step toward him. Her mind always messed up in front of a handsome man. "Well, I guess I never did before." 

"Gotta admire that in a woman. That's spunk, Immy."
 
 
 

Links to buy CHOKE:

Ebooks:
E-book at Untreed Reads
Amazon

Paperback:
Amazon

Newsflash: Kaye hopes to have an audio version of this book in October. 


Bio:

Kaye George is a short story writer and novelist who has been nominated for Agatha awards twice. She is the author of four mystery series: the Imogene Duckworthy humorous Texas series, the Cressa Carraway musical mystery series, the FAT CAT cozy series, and
The People of the Wind Neanderthal series. EINE KLEINE MURDER, the first Cressa Carraway novel debuted in April from Barking Rain Press and was a finalist for the Silver Falchion Award. DEATH IN THE TIME OF ICE, the first Neanderthal book, in June by Untreed Reads.  The first FAT CAT book, from Berkley Prime Crime, will appear in 2014.

 
Her short stories can be found in her collection, A PATCHWORK OF STORIES, as well as in several anthologies, various online and print magazines. She reviews for "Suspense Magazine", writes for several newsletters and blogs, and gives workshops on short story writing and promotion. Kaye is agented by Kim Lionetti at BookEnds Literary and lives in Knoxville, TN.

Find her at:
 
Homepage: http://kayegeorge.com/ 
Blogs: http://travelswithkaye.blogspot.com/
and
http://makeminemystery.blogspot.com/





 



Saturday, May 25, 2013

Excerpt From Eine Kleine Murder by Kaye George

 
 Blurb:
 
Aspiring conductor Cressa Carraway arrives at her grandmother’s cabin at a rural Illinois lake resort, hoping to find some peace and quiet so she can finish composing the symphony she needs to earn her master’s degree in Composition. Instead, she finds her grandmother’s corpse in the lake.
The authorities dismiss the death as an accidental drowning, but when Gram’s best friend drowns in the exact same spot, Cressa just knows something is off-key in this idyllic setting. Convinced that her grandmother’s death was anything but an accident, she fights her instinct to flee and starts looking into things herself.
There are lots of people and facts to consider, from the self-important property manager and his brow-beaten wife, to their salacious son, to the elderly widow who may be lacing her home-baked cookies with a dash of poison. As the body count rises, Cressa doesn’t know which will be finished first—her symphony or her life.
Eine Kleine Murder is the first novel in the Cressa Carraway Musical Mystery series.

 

As promised, here is the excerpt from Eine Kleine Murder.

 Prologue

Stinguendo: Dying away. (Ital.)

What was that sound? A foot, snapping a twig in the woods? Ida knew she shouldn’t be swimming alone at night, but she’d been antsy all day. She needed to get her mind off Cressa's visit.
             Grace usually swam with her, but Grace had taken relatives to the Quad-City airport tonight.
             Besides, Ida was a strong swimmer. She knew every inch of Crescent Lake. And she thought she knew every sound. But there was that snap again. It prickled the hairs on her arms.
She stopped stroking and listened, straining toward the trees on the opposite bank, just ahead. It didn't repeat. Must have been a night creature in the woods. A raccoon out foraging?
Ida cupped her hands and pulled herself through the caress of the cool water, creating tiny ripples and almost no sound. The moon, a mere sliver tonight, lay a shining path across the silent ridges in the inky liquid.
Bullfrogs boomed from the shallow end of the lake and the wind rattled the oak leaves on the shore.
She neared the bank and stuck her toes into the soft mud, turned and stood waist deep for a moment before her return trip. The scent of the night woods was verdant, lush. She breathed in the familiar fishy smell of the dark water.
There was that sound again--snap, then a footfall. She tried to whirl around as a dark form--Dear God--sprang with a splash from the darkness--grabbed her from behind, shoved her under the water.
Ida clawed, scratched. Strong fingers pressed her down. Into the muck. Ground her face into the bottom. Her nose and mouth clogged with silt. No air.
She twisted. Kicked. Her bare feet struck strong legs. Unmoving legs. She scratched, tried to pry the iron grip from her shoulders. It only tightened.
Her arms went limp. Her legs stopped flailing. Those hands, always those strong hands, forced her down, into the mud. No air. No breath. Mud. Only mud.
She knew this shadow, these hands. She stopped struggling. She was dying. Regret mingled with the peace that took over as she collapsed and gave up.
Oh Cressa, my dear, dear Cressa.
 
 
 
 
Links to buy EINE KLEINE MURDER:

http://www.amazon.com/Kleine-Murder-Carraway-Musical-Mystery/dp/1935460641/
http://www.barkingrainpress.org/products/eine-kleine-murder/


Kaye George is a short story writer and novelist who has been nominated for Agatha awards twice. She is the author of four mystery series: the Imogene Duckworthy humorous Texas series, the Cressa Carraway musical mystery series, the FAT CAT cozy series, and The People of the Wind Neanderthal series.
 
Her short stories can be found in her collection, A PATCHWORK OF STORIES, as well as in several anthologies, various online and print magazines. She reviews for "Suspense Magazine", writes for several newsletters and blogs, and gives workshops on short story writing and promotion. Kaye is agented by Kim Lionetti at BookEnds Literary and lives in Knoxville, TN.

Here are Kaye's links:
 
 
 
 

 


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Meet Kaye George ~ Two Time Nominee for The Agatha Awards!!

It is my pleasure to bring you Kaye George today.

Kaye is a short story writer and novelist who has been nominated for Agatha awards twice. She is the author of four mystery series: the Imogene Duckworthy humorous Texas series, the Cressa Carraway musical mystery series, the Fat Cat cozy series, and The People of the Wind Neanderthal series.

Her short stories can be found in her collection, A PATCHWORK OF STORIES, as well as in several anthologies, various online and print magazines. She reviews for "Suspense Magazine", writes for several newsletters and blogs, and gives workshops on short story writing and promotion. Kaye is agented by Kim Lionetti at BookEnds Literary and lives in Knoxville, TN.



LA:  Kaye, thank you for being with us today. And for your excerpt on Saturday. What’s next for you?

KG: Since I’ve gotten myself into the situation of writing 4 series, lots more books, with short stories sandwiched in between. After this most recent release, EINE KLEINE MURDER (the first Cressa Carraway Classical Music Mystery), the first People of the Wind (a Neanderthal mystery) will come out from Untreed Reads. I don’t have a publication date, but it will be later this year. At the moment, I’m working on the 1st in the FAT CAT series, which will debut in 2014 from Berkley Prime Crime. It’s a cozy series set in Minneapolis and featuring a pudgy, adorable cat named Quincy and his owner, the sleuth. I’ll be writing three of those under the name Janet Cantrell. Eventually, I’d like to put out a 4th Imogene Duckworthy book in the humorous Texas series that I started in 2011. The tentative title for that one is STROKE.

LA: How much time do you spend promoting your books? What works best for you?

KG:  Probably not enough, since none of my books has yet funded a new home gym and a personal assistant. I do what I can, mostly by trying to make as many personal appearances as I can and by showing up in cyberspace where I can. I do a personal blog (Travels with Kaye) and a group one (Make Mine Mystery), and guest blogs, of course. I think hosting guest bloggers doesn’t hurt anything either--might help both of us.

LA: Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?

KG: I published my first couple of short stories under my real name, Judy Egner. But, at the time, my husband was a brand new Methodist minister and I wanted to leave myself open to writing hard-boiled if I felt like it, or anything really. So I went with Kaye George, which is my middle name and my husband’s. It was my clever daughter’s idea. Since the FAT CAT series will be owned by the publisher, I’m required to pick another name for it, hence Janet Cantrell.

LA: Having achieved your goal to be a published author, what is the most rewarding thing?

KG: I get a huge thrill out of people telling me they like certain parts of my books, or having a favorite character. I’m pleased that they read the books, and beyond pleased that they like them!

LA: Which aspect of writing do you love the best, and which do you hate the most?

KG: I guess actual writing is my favorite part. After all, that’s why I do it, because I love it. I don’t especially like trying to find a publisher (although I love it when I’ve found one). I also don’t like promotional stuff, but I’m getting used to it and like it better than I used to. I used to be terrified of speaking in front of people, but--miracle of miracles--I’m getting over that.

LA: What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?

KG: My two Agatha nominations. You could have knocked me over both times when I got the phone calls. I’m blown away by the fact that at least more than one person nominated me both times. I think it would have to be more than one, anyway. My writing must be OK.

LA: What is the first thing you do when you begin a new book?

KG: Panic. It’s like I can’t remember how to put one word down after another. Then I get out my folder where I’ve left myself notes, kind of like the guy in the movie, “Memento”. Then, oh yeah, there are plot points, three acts, all that stuff that’s in the folder. And first draft is all well and good (and not easy, don’t think I’m saying that), but the real work starts when I begin to edit. I have another folder for that. Check goals and obstacles for each scene, check involvement of as many of the 5 senses as possible, try to even out the pacing and the chapter lengths, balance dialogue and exposition, all that stuff.

LA: Coffee, tea or other?

KG: For some reason (maybe the fact that my mother drank enough for two generations), my body can’t handle coffee. I swill a lot of tea, though. Scotch at night.

(Ah, a woman after my own heart.  Scotch at night or after 5 o'clock! ~ LA)

LA: Tell us something about yourself we might not expect!

KG: Maybe you wouldn’t expect this. I mentioned this online recently and was told it was unexpected. I love ice hockey--my favorite sport to watch.

LA: Do you have a day job, too?

KG: This isn’t really a day job, because it doesn’t pay anything, but I’m serving a two-year term as president of the Guppies, and the Guppies are my favorite online writing group.

If you don’t know, the Guppies are a Sisters in Crime chapter. We’re completely online and therefore it’s easy for us to have the members that we do--they’re from around the world, Italy, Finland, Australia, and more. Our curious name comes from the original moniker, The Great Unpublished. It got shortened to Guppies and comes complete with a cute fishie logo: GUPPIES. We exist to help each other get published and, when that happens, which is more and more often, we help each other with promotion, how to do signings, and answer any and all questions from our nearly 500 members.


Here are Kaye's links, and don't forget her excerpt on Saturday.  
Blurb:
Aspiring conductor Cressa Carraway arrives at her grandmother’s cabin at a rural Illinois lake resort, hoping to find some peace and quiet so she can finish composing the symphony she needs to earn her master’s degree in Composition. Instead, she finds her grandmother’s corpse in the lake.
The authorities dismiss the death as an accidental drowning, but when Gram’s best friend drowns in the exact same spot, Cressa just knows something is off-key in this idyllic setting. Convinced that her grandmother’s death was anything but an accident, she fights her instinct to flee and starts looking into things herself.
There are lots of people and facts to consider, from the self-important property manager and his brow-beaten wife, to their salacious son, to the elderly widow who may be lacing her home-baked cookies with a dash of poison. As the body count rises, Cressa doesn’t know which will be finished first—her symphony or her life.
Eine Kleine Murder is the first novel in the Cressa Carraway Musical Mystery series.
 
Links to buy EINE KLEINE MURDER: