The sixth book in the Murder by the Sea series by Carol Ann Ross.
Have you ever walked into a room and wondered why? We all have experienced that at some time, but what if you're a thug and you can't remember your assignment? Oops!
And then, SHE comes back.You thought she was safely locked away, tsk, tsk. Give her an inch, Estelle will take a mile, or a life.
Thallasophile - lover of the ocean.
That's me. I have a strong affinity for that entity and express those feelings through my writing--my books. They may span many genres but are all connected to the place I call home.
Genres published: historical fiction, literary, murder, essays--they all are set on Topsail Island where I grew up. It is my way of perserving this wonderful place and the people with whom I share my life.
The first book in the Murder by the Sea series is WATERLOGGED. Don Belkin is a former Marine, now a detective with the Surf City Police Dept. He's a conflicted man, to say the least, as he struggles to accept his past and find solace in the small beach town. Bitterness runs deep between the locals who have populated the area for generations and the "new" folks who think they've found paradise. Oh, Topsail Island may be the perfect tourist attraction, but in the summer it's just plain MURDER. (there are 5 more books in the series)
Out of all the characters I write in the Murder by the Sea series, Estelle is most definitely the weirdest. Sometimes writing her is difficult and sometimes it's easy, nonetheless, she is always a learning experience. In the next book, TICKLER CHAIN, (now out on Amazon) find out just where this wacky bird ends up.
All These Little Things
Estelle sat cross legged on her bed, her hands clasped prayer-like before her face, the forefingers lodged inside her nose. She wiggled them back and forth, feeling the tiny hairs inside. “What do I want?” She asked herself. She thought of the Jell-O and shook her head. “I hate the damn fruit they put in it -so mealy. But I am going to have the chicken.” She was enthusiastic, ready to join the others in the dining room where she’d found some followers. Some who looked up to her, admired her, pitied her for the scars on her face and the story she told of how they got there.