Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Newest Criminal Mind: Vicki Delany
Vicki Delany here with my first posting as one fourteenth of the virtual panel! How exciting. I’ll be here every other Sunday. Many thanks to the gang for inviting me to take part.
As an introduction to me and to my books, I’d like to have a contest to give away a signed hard cover of Negative Image, the fourth Constable Molly Smith book from Poisoned Pen Press. Please leave a comment after this post with your e-mail address, and I’ll draw a name at random. If you don’t like leaving your e-mail address publically, you can write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Contest closes in time for my next posting, Sunday Sept 25.
Before I attempt to address the question of the week, please allow me to introduce myself and my work. I’m Vicki Delany and I write a variety of different several sub-genres of crime novels. I have ten books published to date, with two more scheduled for next year, and one old book that I self-published into e-book formats just for the heck of it titled Murder at Lost Dog Lake.
My first two books published by Poisoned Pen Press were standalone novels of suspense. You know the sort of thing: old secrets long buried come to life. Scare the Light Away was first in 2005 and then Burden of Memory (perhaps the more gothic of the two) in 2006.
I then switched tracks and started a police procedural series of the sort that I like to read: Cops solving crimes in a small town while their friends and family form an important background to the books. The first Constable Molly Smith book came out in 2007 and is titled In the Shadow of the Glacier. There are five books now, the latest is Among the Departed. I’m taking a break from the Molly Smith books and writing a new standalone. It will be titled More Than Sorrow and is very much a modern gothic. Publication date for More than Sorrow is Sept. 2012, from Poisoned Pen Press.
I also am the author of the Klondike Gold Rush books from Dundurn, set in the Yukon during the Great Klondike Gold Rush of 1898. Gold Digger and Gold Fever are out now, and Gold Mountain will be released in April 2012. These books are intended to be on the light-hearted side, a bit of a mad-cap romp through the muddy streets of Dawson City in the summer of 1898.
Now, the question! A tequila experience.
FIONA MACGILLIVRAY, half-owner of the Savoy Saloon and Dance Hall, “The finest, most modern establishment in London, England, transported to Dawson” most certainly would never have had a tequila experience in her life. First of all, she wouldn’t even know what that is. They served whisky in the Savoy, and good stuff too. Not the gut-rot one found in less respectable establishments. Along with water (drinkable water too, as required by law) and lemonade for such ladies as might wander in in search of refreshment, or a good story.
And even if Fiona ever did come across a bottle of tequila, she would never have consumed any. As a woman living on her own, and on her wits, since the murder of her parents when she was ten years old, Fiona would never (could never) afford to let her guard down. Not for a moment.
MOLLY SMITH on the other hand. Think of a middle-class Canadian girl off to university for the first time. A small-town girl from a close, loving family on her own in the big city of Victoria for the first time.
Think of the possibility for getting into trouble.
There was that night, the first month into University when Molly (newly freed from the shackles of the hippie name Moonlight bestowed on her by her flower-power, draft-dodger parents) and her new roommates – small town girls all - hit the town. Tequila – and more tequila – flowed. When the bars closed it was back to the house of a bunch of guys they’d met, and the party carried on.
At this point Molly has lost track of events. Something about joints being passed around (good B.C. Bud too, the best). And police arriving on a noise complaint, to find that distinctive scent of coffee mixed with skunk drifting out into the hallway. People fleeing down the fire escape, flushing joints down the toilet.
And Molly, alone in the living room, sitting on the couch, joint in hand, smiling prettily at the nice young officer.
Good thing he was a nice young officer. She got a ride home in the back of his cruiser, not a ride to the station. And a warning not to get caught again.
The next morning she didn’t know it was possible to be so sick and still live.
Since that day, Molly Smith has never touched a drop of tequila. Nor smoked another joint.
Which is probably a good thing, as six years later she applied to the Trafalgar City Police, her home town, for a position as Probationary Constable.
If you’d like to learn more about Fiona and Molly and all my other books and characters, the first chapter of many of them are up on my web page at www.vickidelany.com. I can be friended on Facebook or Liked at www.facebook.com/vicki.delany, and at twitter @vickidelany. My personal blog is titled One Woman Crime Wave – click here.
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