(Angela’s note: Readers, originally Bernita was scheduled to have her “day” on Tuesday, but when I read this post, I thought it was only fitting that this post be featured on Memorial Day here in the States. Read on and you’ll see why. And yes, Bernita, I see now. Thank you for sharing a bit of yourself with us. )
When Angela James phoned one lonely afternoon to offer a contract for DARK AND DISORDERLY and to tell me that “the Acquisition Team loved it,” in a fine display of professional decorum, I cried all over her.
This is why:
2009 had been a black and bitter year for me. My husband died. I do not think I have to say he was beloved. He had been gravely ill for months, but until the quiet horror of that morning, I thought–we all thought, the children and I–that he had won, with grace and valor, yet one more battle.
For months I could not write. I avoided the internet and my blog, and the dear friends who posted there ready and willing to offer support. Writing–with all its joy and hope–belonged to Before, and I was frozen in After. The completed manuscript of the novel sat on my hard drive like a ghost in the machine gathering electronic dust, until I saw one aimless, empty day the announcement about Carina Press.
I hauled up the file, decided the novel wasn’t so bad after all, revised and tweaked and twiddled, and sent it off to Carina at the winter solstice. And I sent it off in some sort of dim and symbolic hope that the black night of the past year might give way to something new and bright.
DARK AND DISORDERLY, the adventures of Lillie St. Claire, will be released the week of June 28.
He would have been so pleased and proud.
Angela, so now you know why I was excessively fervent in my gratitude. A gratitude that extends to all the wonderful Carina staff and to my editor, Michael A Banks ( yes, the Michael A. Banks, internet guru and historian) aka Editor Guy, and to one of the most vital people of all–considering my hyphen-habit–proofreader Ms. Langone.
And speaking of husbands, mine always referred to Lilliie’s husband Nathan, as “that bastard!”
Here’s the blurb:
I was standing there naked when a dead man sauntered into my bathroom.
Lillie St. Claire is a Talent, one of the rare few who can permanently dispatch the spirits of the dead that walk the earth. Her skills are in demand in a haunted country, where a plague of ghosts is becoming a civic nuisance.
Those skills bring her into conflict with frightened citizens who view Talents as near-demons. Her husband has come to see her as a Freak; so when Nathan dies after a car crash, she is relieved to be free of his increasingly vicious presence. Lillie expects to be haunted by Nathan’s ghost, but not to become Suspect # 1 for her husband’s murder and reanimation.
But what is most surprising of all is the growing attraction between her and psi-crime detective John Thresher. He thinks that Lillie killed Nathan–and Nathan must agree, because his zombie is seeking revenge. Now she and Thresher must work together to solve her husband’s murder–before his corpse kills her…
A Libra and left-handed, Bernita is drawn naturally to the sinister side of justice. She lives now in an old house in the Thousand Islands with a German shepherd, a “mostly” corgi and ten thousand books. She spends her time writing, tending her herb and flower gardens, and negotiating with the dead.
Bernita would be delighted if you visited her at An Innocent A-Blog; http://bernitaharris.blogspot.com/
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People always seem curious about by name: Marcelle Dubé. Yes, I am French-Canadian. (I used to say I was half-French, until a boyfriend-du-jour said, “Yeah, the bottom half.” ::sigh:: ) It might interest you to know that there is a famous Québec playwright by the name of Marcel Dubé (male) and a well-known Québec painter also named Marcelle Dubé (female). What can I say? It’s all in the name!

