Elaine Viets

I met Elaine Viets at last year’s Malice Domestic. I didn’t meet her in such a way that she would know who I am. She was on a panel that I attended because a couple of friends were also on it.

For those who don’t know who Elaine is, she writes the Dead-End Job Mystery series. She’s also one of the bloggers over at The Lipstick Chronicles. She’s a lovely woman, smart, and wickedly funny.

And a few weeks ago, she suffered a massive stroke.

The good news is, she’s recovering splendidly. The bad news is her latest book was just released and she isn’t able to go on tour with it.

Mystery writers, however, are a tight-knit community and we take care of our own. There is a move going on to help promote Elaine’s book through all means possible. Other authors are pushing her book at the same time they’re promoting their own.

I’m still waiting for a publishing contract to give me a book of my own to promote, so in the meantime, I’m here to say GO OUT AND BUY ELAINE VIETS’ NEW BOOK!

It’s titled Murder With Reservations. I haven’t read it yet. I’ll be picking up my copy at Monday’s Festival of Mystery at Mystery Lovers Bookshop. Elaine was supposed to be there, but obviously she won’t be. Her books will, though. And I hope she sells out. It would be the best medicine for her right now.

I can tell you her other books are terrific. If you’re looking for a great summer read, this would be an excellent choice. Her books are smart and witty. And loads of fun.

So click here to buy Murder With Reservations now. Support your local (and not-so-local) mystery writers.

Get well, Elaine!

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