FEATURED AUTHOR: DANA DRATCH

ABOUT THE BOOK


If it wasn’t for art thieves, spies and killers, Alex Vlodnachek’s life would be bliss.

Her freelance career is catching fire. Her relationship with B&B owner Ian Sterling is flirty and fun. She’s even attending a glittering cocktail party at his sprawling Victorian inn.

But, to this ex-reporter, something seems “off.” And it’s not the canapés. When Ian’s father vanishes, the enigmatic innkeeper asks for her discretion. And her assistance.

Meanwhile, Alex is having the opposite problem at her tiny bungalow: People keep piling in uninvited. Including a mysterious intruder found sleeping in her kitchen. Her grandmother, Baba, who shows up “to help”—with Alex’s own mother hot on her heels.

When the intrepid redhead discovers a body in the B&B’s basement and a “reproduction” Renoir in the library, she begins to suspect that Ian is more than just a simple hotel owner.

With editor pal Trip, brother Nick, and rescue-pup Lucy riding shotgun, Alex scrambles to stay one step ahead of disaster—and some very nasty characters.

Can she find the missing man before it’s too late? Or will Alex be the next one to disappear?

Book Details:

Title: Seeing Red


Author: Dana Dratch

Genre: Cozy Mystery


Series: A Red Herring Mystery, book 2


Publisher: Kensington (May 28, 2019)


Print length: 368 pages

On tour with: Great Escapes Book Tours

IFs ANDs OR WHATs INTERVIEW WITH DANA DRATCH

Ifs

If you could live in any time period which would it be?
Now is good. Also, 100 years from now. Not instead – still.

If you could be anything besides a writer, what would it be?
I have no other marketable skills. If you don’t believe me, just ask my college advisor.

If you had to do community service, what would you choose?
Always the food bank. No one should go hungry.

If you were on the Amazon bestseller list, who would you choose to be one before and one below you?
James Patterson and Stephen King. And it wouldn’t matter which was which. Because that would be the stratosphere of the bestseller list.

If you could choose a fictional town to live in what would it be and from what book?
Well, St. Mary Mead, from the Miss Marple stories, is looking pretty good right now, despite the outrageous body count. And I’ve always wanted to see Lochdubh  (from M.C. Beaton’s Hamish Macbeth books), but definitely during the summer.

Ands


5 favorite possessions: 
    •    my “murder board” (cork board I use to plot stories)
    •    notebooks (full of notes, bits of dialogue and plot points)
    •    iPad
    •    wireless keyboard
and
    •    comfortable chair
When I’m using all of these, I’m deep into a book – and having a great time!

5 things you need in order to write:  
    •    coffee
    •    coffee
    •    coffee
    •    coffee
 and
    •    chocolate.
Not necessarily in that order.

5 things you never want to run out of:   
    •    books
    •    food
    •    coffee
    •    chocolate
and
    •    a good pair of running shoes

Whats

What’s your all-time favorite movie?
Silverado is the one I’ll sit down and watch anytime it’s on. Cast, story, scenery, cinematography, and music – it has it all.

What’s your all-time favorite author?
When it comes to reading, I’m an omnivore. Some favorites include: Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Lynn Cahoon, Lee Hollis, M.C. Beaton, Spencer Quinn, Robert B. Parker, Gillian Flynn, Donna Tartt, Jonathan Kellerman, Carl Hiaasen, Tim Dorsey, Gregory Macdonald, Paula Hawkins, Stacy Schiff, Hilary Mantel, Ace Atkins, Louise Penny, Stephen King, James Patterson, Lee Child, J.K. Rowling, Allison Weir and David Rosenfelt.

What’s your favorite meal?
Thanksgiving dinner. Every year.

What’s one thing that very few people know about you?
I love to run in the morning.

What’s your favorite ice cream?
Whatever flavor I’m eating now. And I’m currently on an ice cream sandwich kick.

What’s your favorite candy bar?
Reese’s Cups and Mounds – love them both!

What’s your favorite movie snack?
Reese’s Cups and popcorn with extra butter. (Salty + sweet + butter = good.)

What’s your favorite color?
Got to be red. I write the Red Herring mysteries.

What’s one thing you never leave the house without?
A pad and pen. I never know when I’ll get an idea – or see something I can use.

What drives you crazy?
Many things – and it’s a very short drive.


What is the wallpaper on your computer’s desktop?
No desktop. I write on an iPad. And I kinda like that beach scene that was preselected when I opened the box. (How’s that for lazy?)


What movie genre do you prefer: drama, comedy, action, adventure, thriller, or horror?
I love movies (and books) that aren’t afraid to mix and match genres. Smart horror with a side of comedy, drama with funny or thriller moments. And a good mystery will always pull me in.

What is your obsession?
Where to hide the body. Never mind whose.


What is a pet peeve?
A body that won’t stay hidden. Sigh.


What do you collect?
Dust bunnies (when I’m writing). And words.

What book are you currently working on?
Red Hot, the next Alex Vlodnachek mystery adventure.

What’s your latest recommendation for:
Food: Yes, please.
Music: Definitely. (Now it’s a party.)
Book: Good Omens. Loved the book, can’t wait to see the mini-series.
TV: Love It or List It, Agatha Raisin, The Durrells in Corfu.
Netflix/Amazon Prime: Midsomer Murders, Lie to Me, Endgame.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dana Dratch is a personal finance writer and the author of Confessions of a Red Herring and Seeing Red. She’s currently working on the third Alex Vlodnachek mystery adventure, Red Hot. Get updates at ConfessionsofaRedHerring.com.

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FEATURED CHARACTER: DANA DRATCH'S ALEX VLODNACHEK

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

As a reporter, she’s used to covering the news. 
Now she’s the headline.

Alex Vlodnachek has been a reporter for 12 years, a P.R. rep for three months, and a murder suspect for all of 24 hours. When her agency’s double-dealing CEO is stabbed, scheming co-workers cast the new redhead as a compelling red herring. The story is media catnip—especially her salacious nickname: Vlod the Impaler.

Even Alex has to admit she looks guilty.

Out of a job and under suspicion, Alex is running low on cash, when she’s visited by a second disaster: her family. Soon her tiny bungalow is bursting with her nearest and not-so-dearest. To keep herself out of jail—and save what’s left of her sanity—Alex returns to her reporting roots. She goes undercover to reclaim her life, break the story, and unmask a murderer. Pretty much in that order.

What she doesn’t know: The killer also has a to-do list.
 And Alex is on it.

Book Details:

Title: Confessions of a Red Herring 

Author: Dana Dratch
Genre:Cozy Mystery 

Series: A Red Herring Mystery, book 1

Publisher:Kensington (May 29, 2018) 
Page count:336 pages 

On tour with: Great Escapes Book Tours

CHARACTER POST FROM DANA DRATCH'S ALEX VLODNACHEK

Hi, I’m Alex Vlodnachek. My friends call me “Red.” I’m what’s politely known as a strawberry blonde. Heavy on the strawberry.

And I’m not your typical cozy heroine. But then, my story isn’t really a cozy. More of a chick lit murder mystery.

I was a reporter for a D.C. metro daily for a dozen years. Then I followed a higher paycheck to a boutique P.R. firm. Big mistake.

The short version: Boss is a sociopathic slime ball. Big public row with boss. Framed for boss’s murder.

Right after that, my brother and his new bride blew into town. They needed a place to stay for a few weeks, while they got settled. I needed help making the mortgage while I found a new job. Win-win.

They “forgot” to mention their dog. Still a puppy, navigating a house in the ’burbs was pretty new to former street-stray Lucy.

Here’s what happened the first time I took her out for a walk:

I grabbed the leash and opened the front door.

Lucy sprang off the porch, rounded the corner of the house, and darted behind a big azalea bush. When I peeked over, she shot me a dirty look, and turned her back. I did an about-face.

Who knew dogs had a sense of modesty?

Presumably refreshed, Lucy came bounding out and raced around the lawn in wide circles. For a puppy, she was fast. No way I was taking her out of the yard without a leash. I snapped it on, and she trotted over to the daffodils that were blooming around the mailbox.

I’d put an extra blanket of pine straw over them two weeks ago. It was the last normal, home improvement thing I’d done before my life blew up.

She approached them slowly, staring. She bent and sniffed one. Ditto a second one. The third one she also licked. Then she cocked her head and sniffed the air.

What a weird little dog.

“You want to go for a walk? Lots of flowers for you to see.” She looked up at me and blinked. I swear those liquid brown eyes looked hopeful.

I led her down the sidewalk. “OK,” I said softly, “this is where we live. Our yard. Now, we’re going to go past some other yards. But we have to be on our best behavior. No pooping or piddling. Flower sniffing is OK, though.”

What was I, nuts? After umpteen calls, I couldn’t even make my insurance company understand I’d never canceled my coverage. Did I really think I could talk to a dog?

But Lucy appeared to think this over. Then she trotted down the sidewalk. Two doors down, in front of Mr. and Mrs. Clancy’s giant pine, she stopped.

Uh-oh, I thought. Now we’re in for it.

Stock-still, she stared up, mesmerized.

I followed her gaze to see what she saw. Branches, blowing in the light breeze, and fluffy white clouds in the sky. She was entranced.

Two houses down, Lucy spotted something across the street. She raced to the curb, pulling at the leash.

“No, no, no! No street for little puppies. The street is bad. Cars are bad.”

She looked at me like I’d lost my mind, then continued her assault on the curb.

“Just what is over there that’s so fascinating?” I cautiously looked both ways and told her to heel. She kind of obeyed. Almost.

The tension in the leash was so tight, she was practically dragging me across the street.

Once on the other side, I gave her some slack and she went running pell-mell for a patch of daffodils at  the corner of one driveway. When she got within a couple of feet, she suddenly stopped. She crouched, frozen in space and time. She shifted slightly to one side. Then the other.

The crazy pup was stalking something. Then I saw it.

“That’s a butterfly, you nutty little dog.”

She inched closer, watching it intently. Unaware it had an audience, the butterfly danced from flower to flower. Lucy followed its every move with her eyes. Apparently, this was the puppy equivalent of March Madness.

“Oh, hello again,” said a deep British voice behind me.

Startled, I jumped. Of course, it was Ian Sterling. Why did I always run into this guy when me and mine were at our weirdest? Then again, my life was fresh out of normal at the moment.

“Uh, hi,” I managed.

“How’s the little dog this morning?” He cast a curious glance at my obviously crazy canine.

“Enjoying a nature walk,” I said brightly. “And right now, she’s doing a little butterfly watching.” Hell, give me a walking stick and a solid pair of brogues, and I could be a character straight out of an Agatha Christie novel.

“Fancy that, she really is. How charming.”

Is “charming” British for “odd”? I wondered.

Wearing a spotless white oxford-cloth shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms, Sterling looked more like a polo-playing aristocrat than the owner of a decrepit B&B. Up close, he smelled like a blend of exotic spices and sawdust. And when he pushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes, my stomach actually did a little flip.

Oh, please, I chided myself.

Lucy’s butterfly fluttered off, and she flopped dejectedly on the grass.

“Lost a friend, eh?” he said, scratching her head. Her tail began to wag slowly.

“I’ve got some biscuits that might cheer you up,” he said, as the wagging tail gained speed.

Lucy may not know “heel,” but “biscuit” she gets.

“And some tea for you, if you’ve got time,” he added, looking up at me.


Want to read more? Check out Confessions of a Red Herring.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dana Dratch is a former newspaper reporter and current personal finance writer. When she's not finishing Seeing Red—the next Alex Vlodnachek mystery—you'll spot her byline on a host of top news sites.

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