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My Musing ~ Blue Moon by Wendy Corsi Staub

Blue Moon by Wendy Corsi Staub is the second book in the Mundy’s Landing suspense trilogy. Publisher: HarperCollins, July 2016

Blue MoonNew York Times bestselling author Wendy Corsi Staub returns to Mundy’s Landing—a small town where bygone bloodshed has become big business.

Hair neatly braided, hands serenely clasped, eyes closed, the young woman appeared to be sound asleep. But the peaceful tableau was a madman’s handiwork. Beneath the covers, her white nightgown was spattered with blood. At daybreak, a horrified family would discover her corpse tucked into their guest room. The cunning killer would strike again . . . and again . . . before vanishing into the mists of time.

A century ago, the Sleeping Beauty Murders terrified picturesque Mundy’s Landing. The victims, like the killer, were never identified. Now, on the hundredth anniversary, the Historical Society’s annual “Mundypalooza” offers a hefty reward for solving the notorious case.

Annabelle Bingham, living in one of the three Murder Houses, can’t escape the feeling that her family is being watched—and not just by news crews and amateur sleuths. She’s right. Having unearthed the startling truth behind the horrific crimes, a copycat killer is about to reenact them—beneath the mansard roof of Annabelle’s dream home.

I love a book that starts with a steady tempo and then BAM you are knocked off your feet with this intensely-paced drama that deals in the present while hauntingly taking you to the past. I love the way this is set-up, giving me a look into the killer’s mind and activities, not knowing exactly who IS the killer. Mirroring the past with the kidnappings and murders keeps the town on their toes and me riveted to all that is happening on the page. I liked how the author teased us with hints, here and there, keeping the killer’s identity locked until it was time for the reveal and boy did I enjoy the capture. The author does a great job in building the scenes with compelling visualization, developing the characters and the role they play and creating a dialogue that heightened all my senses and had my heart palpitating as this whodunit progressed towards an ending befitting this well-written tome. This was a very enjoyable read and I look forward to the conclusion of this trilogy, which we got a sneak preview.

A Day in the Life of Bella Jordan by Wendy Corsi Staub

Nine LivesJust a few months ago, I was living happily ever after in a charming suburban New York apartment, working as a middle school science teacher, and spending every free moment with the loves of my life: my husband Sam and our little boy Max.

Maybe it’s a blessing that I never saw it coming. Had I been psychic—if I believed in such things, which I don’t–I might have realized that I could, that I would, lose everything. I might not have been caught off guard. I might have spent my days dreading instead of just. . .living.

In the midst of our living, Sam—my beloved, invincible Sam–was suddenly dying.

He lost his battle. But mine is just beginning.

Our apartment house was sold and the new owner won’t renew our lease. My job was eliminated to budget cuts, so I have no income.

Here I am, an unemployed homeless widow with a little boy who needs me to make everything okay. I’m determined to do just that—even if it means driving halfway across the country to Chicago to stay with Maleficent. Okay, her real name is Millicent—thought trust me, my private nickname for my mother-in-law suits her. But she’s wealthy, and she’s family, and she’s all we’ve got.

On this beautiful late June day, though our old car has developed an ominous rattle, we’ve made it all the way across New York State without incident—until a very pregnant cat sits herself down in our path and refuses to budge. It’s the most peculiar thing I’ve ever seen. We discover that her name is Chance and her owner, Leona Gatto, lives in a nearby lakeside summer cottage community called Lily Dale. When we can’t reach her, we decide to return the cat in person—and thus begins our crazy adventure.

It turns out Leona runs a guesthouse in Lily Dale, a spiritualist community entirely populated by psychic mediums—people who claim they can talk to the dead. It also turns out Leona is now among them—the dead, I mean.

Odelia, the friendly, if wacky, medium next door, insists that we spend the night at the empty inn. A storm is raging, our car is having engine trouble, we’re flat broke–and Chance the cat is about to deliver a litter of kittens. One night can’t hurt, right?

Here’s the strange thing: I may not believe in spiritualism, but tucked in under that sturdy, century-old roof, I feel as though Max and I were meant to be here. It’s as if we’ve unexpectedly made a soft landing in a safe, familiar place—though Lily Dale is anything but.

It’s the strangest town I’ve ever visited. The ramshackle cottages have painted wooden signs that advertise the occupant’s spiritualist specialty, from clairvoyance to healing to past life regression. There’s a daily schedule of workshops, speakers, and message services. Visitors roam the narrow, rutted lanes, drawn to the Dale because they’re ill, or at an emotional crossroads, or grieving a lost loved one and hope to make contact here.

I get it. What I wouldn’t give to hear from my husband one last time. But if there were a way to reach me, he would—it’s as simple as that. So I don’t dare allow myself to think even for a moment that it’s possible. The only way for me to heal is to keep moving forward.

Unfortunately, that can’t happen just yet. Max and I appear to be stuck here until our car is repaired and we can find someone to care for Chance and her fragile kittens. Somehow, I don’t mind as much as I should—and Max thrilled. He’s bonding with the kitties and befriended a neighbor kid named Jiffy. Plus, the local mediums are a loveable but eccentric bunch. Sometimes, though. . .Sometimes I just wonder if they’re so busy seeing things no one else can see, and talking to people who aren’t there, that they fail to notice the obvious. I’m not convinced Leona’s so-called accident was an accident—and I suspect her killer might be here among us.


You can read more about Bella in Nine Lives, the first book in the NEW “Lily Dale” mystery series, published by Crooked Lane Books.

About Nine Lives

In this warm and witty series debut from New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub, a widowed young mom plans a fresh start in Chicago–but instead finds her way to a quirky lakeside village that just happens to be populated by mediums.

When reluctant road trippers Bella Jordan and her son Max detour to Lily Dale, New York, they’re planning to deliver a lost cat to its home and then move on, searching for one of their own. But the footloose feline’s owner Leona Gatto has unexpectedly passed away, leaving behind a pregnant pet without a mistress, a busy inn without a keeper–and a lovable circle of neighbors who chat with dead people.

After agreeing to help out temporarily, sensible Bella doesn’t need psychic gifts to figure out that a houseful of tourists and a litter of kittens lie in her immediate future–or that Leona was murdered. It’s up to her to solve the case so that she and Max can leave town, but their new home–like Leona’s killer–might just lurk where she least expects it.

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About the author
New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub is the award-winning author of more than eighty novels, best known for the single title psychological suspense novels she writes under her own name. She has three releases in 2015: The Black Widow (February, HarperCollins); Blood Red (September, HarperCollins); and Nine Lives (October, Crooked Lane). Her novel Hello, It’s Me (Grand Central Publishing), aired as a television movie in September. She lives in New York.

Visit Wendy at www.wendycorsistaub.com

A Day in the Life of Rowan Mundy by Wendy Corsi Staub

Blood RedLike many other Hudson river towns, the once prosperous Mundy’s Landing fell into economic decline back in the ’70s, while I was growing up there as the feisty youngest of the four red-headed Carmichael kids. My parents were forced to work several jobs between them just to make ends meet, which left us kids to our own devices. My older brothers and sister were perfect students and model teenagers, but I was. . .well, a bad girl. I got into trouble at school and ran wild as a teenager. But when I was seventeen, I faced a terrible wakeup call. My vibrant mother was struck by a virulent disease that claimed her life in a matter of weeks. She was a strong woman, a woman of great faith, and her greatest fear wasn’t dying–it was what might happen to me, her hellion youngest child, without her maternal vigilance. I made a deathbed promise that I would change my ways.

I kept that promise. I got into college, worked hard, and became a teacher just like my mom. I married wholesome hometown hero Jake Mundy, we moved away, and had three beautiful children. Jake worked hard in a hectic industry to support us, and I was the perfect wife and mother–with one exception.

It was a fleeting, reckless moment, one in which I almost–almost–threw away everything that mattered to me. The important thing was that I didn’t. My dark secret would serve as another wake-up call, and nothing more. No one but me would ever be the wiser.

Or so I believed.

Shaken, I decided that we should move back to Mundy’s Landing. I thought that the simpler, more affordable way of life in our hometown would be good for me, Jake, and the kids. We could focus on the only thing that mattered: being together. Staying together. We bought a big old house on River Road, Jake worked closer to home, and I found a teaching job at my old elementary school. Having come full circle, we settled down to live happily ever after.

That was over a decade ago. The years have flown by.

With Thanksgiving last Thursday, I’ve been caught up in a flurry of cooking, cleaning, and enjoying my older two children, both home from their Ivy League colleges for the weekend. But they went back last night, and this morning, it was back to work for me and Jake, and back to school for our youngest son, Mick. Unlike his siblings, he isn’t a stellar student. He looks a lot like me, and sometimes I worry that he acts too much like I did at that age. I keep a close eye on him, the way my mother did on me. Now I know how she felt. I’m relieved that Mick won’t become motherless the way I did at his age.

Or so I believe.

Today has been an ordinary day. Wake up snuggled beside my husband, feed the dog, drink coffee, drive to work. Spend a day in my fourth grade classroom. Drive home through familiar village streets decked in white twinkle lights for the holidays, looking forward to dinner with my husband, climbing into our cozy bed, and sleeping soundly as always. But that’s not going to happen. I’ve been so caught up in this ordinary day–this wonderfully precious, final ordinary day–that I’ve forgotten the date itself.

Someone else has not.

When I get home from work, I find a package in the mail. It’s addressed to me. At first I’m sure it must be something I’ve ordered. Christmas is coming, and I’ve done some online shopping.

But inside, wrapped in a yellowed newspaper dated fourteen years ago today–the anniversary of my lone misstep–are twelve charred, round items. At first, I can’t even tell what they are. Then it hits me: burnt cookies.

Burnt cookies can only mean one thing. Somehow, someone knows my deep, dark secret. The one that, if it ever comes out, will destroy our happily ever after. I would give anything to keep that secret safe. But the anonymous person who knows what no one can possibly know isn’t interested in blackmail. That person doesn’t want anything but to make me pay for that awful day fourteen years ago–with my life.


You can read more about Rowan’s secret in Blood Red, the first book in the NEW “Mundy’s Landing” suspense trilogy, published by HarperCollins.

GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment by 12 a.m. eastern on Friday, October 2 for the chance to win an autographed copy of Blood Red. (US entries only, please.) Good luck everyone!

About the author
New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub is the award-winning author of more than eighty novels, best known for the single title psychological suspense novels she writes under her own name. She has three releases in 2015: The Black Widow (February, HarperCollins); Blood Red (September, HarperCollins); and Nine Lives (October, Crooked Lane). Her novel Hello, It’s Me (Grand Central Publishing), aired as a television movie in September. She lives in New York.

Visit Wendy at www.wendycorsistaub.com

Introducing Landry Wells by Wendy Corsi Staub

The Perfect StrangerThank you, Dru, for this opportunity to venture back into my character Landry Wells’ shoes. I’ve missed her ever since I finished writing my suspense novel The Perfect Stranger last fall, and with the book released earlier this week, this is perfect timing! I’m about to embark on a book tour through Texas and Oklahoma back to the Northeast and into New England from now until September.

Readers can visit me online at www.wendycorsistaub.com to get a complete tour schedule and find out more about this book and its e-novella prequel, Cold Hearted, which is available exclusively on Amazon.

And now, meet Landry Wells from The Perfect Stranger:

When I was a little girl growing up in Point Clear, Alabama, I’d ride my bike past the graceful bay front homes along the boardwalk to the Grand Hotel. I promised myself that I’d live in one of those houses when I grew up, and that I’d get married beneath the vast magnolia trees at the Grand. Those things did happen, and my husband and I lived a charmed life in our dream house with our beautiful children for nearly 20 years–before fate intervened to rob me of my happily ever after.

I’d been raised to be a proper southern lady—polite, discreet, and delicate. My life revolved around a close-knit circle of friends and family I’d known forever. But when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I was plunged into a nightmarish battle for my life, and I suddenly found myself isolated. No one in my small town world could relate to what I was going through. It wasn’t until I turned online that I found support, strength, and solace online in a group of breast cancer bloggers who were scattered all over the country. I couldn’t have survived—and thrived–without them. Long before I beat the disease, I—who had always been shy and reserved—began writing my own blog. Somehow, I was more comfortable sharing details with strangers on the Internet than I was confiding in my own family.

When my blogger friend Meredith was murdered in a random break-in, I had the opportunity to meet our fellow bloggers in person. But after we arrived in Cincinnati for her funeral, I began to suspect that her murder might not have been random at all. Had Meredith made herself vulnerable by revealing too much on the internet? Had I made the same mistake? Was a cold-hearted killer lurking behind a familiar screen name, poised to strike again now that we’d all come together at last? Or was it just my imagination?

The moment I discovered that one of my online friends wasn’t who—and what–she claimed to be, I realized that the threat was all too real. I’m no stranger to fighting for my life, but this time, the enemy isn’t a disease accompanied by a trusted medical team using tried-and-true weapons to fight it. This time, I can trust no one, not even those in my inner circle. This time, I’m on my own—and I have no idea where the enemy is hiding or when I’ll find myself in the crosshairs…


You can read more about Landry in The Perfect Stranger the second book in a trio of social networking thrillers that will conclude with The Black Widow (February 2015), published by HarperCollins.

GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment by 6 p.m. eastern on August 6 for the chance to win a copy of THE PERFECT STRANGER. (US entries only, please.)

Meet the author
WendySNew York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub is the award-winning author of more than seventy novels. Wendy now lives in the New York City suburbs with her husband and their two children. Learn more about Wendy at www.wendycorsistaub.com, on Twitter or on Facebook.


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Live to Tell by Wendy Corsi Staub

Live to Tell by Wendy Corsi Staub is the first book in the new thriller trilogy. Publisher: Avon (HarperCollins), March 2010

Secrets can scandalize
In a lovely suburban town just north of New York City, the gossip mill runs more efficiently than the commuter-train line. And in every impeccably decorated house, they’re talking about Lauren Walsh. They say that nothing could be worse than being abandoned by your husband for another woman. They’re wrong . . .

Secrets can shock
All Lauren wants is to protect her children from the pain of her messy divorce. But when their father goes missing, a case of mistaken identity puts all their lives in danger, and a stealthy predator lurks in the shadows, watching . . . waiting . . .

Secrets can kill
Lauren is about to uncover an unfathomable truth—a truth this cold-blooded mastermind would never let her live to tell.

What a great roller coaster ride! You had three separate stories and as you read, you sensed that all three were connected and boy were they indeed. Each turn of the page, each sentence, each word and I couldn’t put this book down. I had to know what happens next and boy was I rewarded. This was a great read and I can’t wait for the next book in this trilogy. My rating: 5 stars