Prose and Cons Giveback Ends an Incredible Year

I am thrilled to announce that through the Prose and Cons Giveback we raised $5,043 for the Landing Food Pantry in Akron, Ohio. 4,852 copies of the novel sold before 12.20.16, and as promised, I made a $1 donation to the Landing for every copy sold before that date. The additional $191 was made up from direct donations from the Learned Owl and Goodyear Heights Baptist Church. Thank you so much for purchasing the book and helping others.

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It seems every year is a year of change, and that was certainly the case for me this year. However, 2016 was also an incredible year for my writing. Andi Unstoppable won the Agatha Award for Best Children’s/YA Mystery. I was one of the featured author at the 20th annual Ohioana Book Festival. I released four novels  (Crime and Poetry; The Final Tap; Murder, Handcrafted, and Prose and Cons). Crime and Poetry was name one of the Best Cozy Mysteries of 2016 by Suspense Magazine. Crime and Poetry hit the Barnes and Nobel and Indiebound Bestsellers lists, and Prose and Cons hit the Barnes and Nobel Bestsellers list. Prose and Cons was my twentieth published book, a dream that would never have even occurred to me as a little girl who just wanted to see one book with her name on it in the library.

It’s been an incredible year because I have the support of incredible readers. I could never thank you enough.

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Happy New Year! Wishing you all the very best in 2017!

❤ Amanda

Prose and Cons Giveback Video

There’s still time to take part in the PROSE AND CONS GIVEBACK.  Watch the video about the Landing HERE!

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Buy A Mystery and Help Feed A Community! I will donate $1 for every copy of PROSE AND CONS sold by December 20th 2016 to a local food pantry, The Landing, in Akron, Ohio. The Learned Owl will be donating an additional $1 for every copy of Prose and Cons it sells to the Landing. Learn more HERE!

In Cascade Springs, New York, Violet Waverly and her grandma, Daisy, are the proprietors of Charming Books, where the power of the written word is positively enchanting…

October in Cascade Springs means tourists are pouring in for the annual Food and Wine Festival, and Daisy hopes to draw those crowds to the store. She asks Violet and the local writing group, the Red Inkers, to give a reading of the works of Edgar Allan Poe in the shop’s back garden to entertain the revelers. Everyone eagerly agrees.
Yet their enthusiasm is soon extinguished when Violet discovers one of the writers dead in the shop during the event. After the shop magically tells Violet she’ll need to rely on Poe’s works to solve the murder, she enlists the help of her trusty tuxedo cat, Emerson, and the shop’s crow, Faulkner. But they must act fast before someone else’s heart beats nevermore…

RELEASE DECEMBER 6, 2016

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Chance to WIN $25 bookstore gift card & giveback!

Enter to win one of four $25 gift cards from Barnes and Noble or Amazon to help me countdown to the release of Prose and Cons. Extra entries in the giveaway for those who pre-order the book. Enter here—>http://www.amandaflower.com/giveaways.html

Six years, twenty published books. It’s a staggering statistic when I take a breath and really think about it, but that’s been my life for the last six years. I’m just so grateful because I know I’m living my version of fairy tale. I’ve been lucky. I’ve been blessed. I’ve worked incredibly hard. But I wouldn’t be where I am without the kindness of others. My agent, my family, my friends, my editors, and my readers have all been on this incredible journey with me, and in honor of all those people, in honor of you, I’m giving back to a local food pantry with the release of my twentieth novel, Prose and Cons. I hope you will join me!

Pre-order or purchase any edition of Prose and Cons book, between now and Tuesday, December 20, 2016, and I will donate $1 for every book sold to a local food pantry, The Landing, located in Akron, Ohio.

The Learned Owl will be donating $1 to the Landing food pantry for every copy of Prose and Cons sold before or at my book signing there on December 10th in addition to the $1 that I will donating to the Landing for every copy of Prose and Cons sold by every bookseller by December 20th. For those of you who cannot make the signing, the Learned Owl is also selling PERSONALIZED AND SIGNED copies on the novel. They can ship anywhere.

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Buy a mystery and help feed a community!

❤ Amanda

 

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Crime and Poetry Tea Party

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On Saturday, April 16th, the Twinsburg Public Library hosted An Amanda Flower / Emily Dickinson Tea Party to celebrate the release of my seventeenth book, Crime and Poetry. The novel is the first book in my Magical Bookshop Mystery Series. The tea celebrated both my new book and the work of Emily Dickinson because my sleuth, Violet Waverly, uses Dickinson’s poems to solve the mystery. What a great way to celebrate National Poetry Month too!

The tea was a wonderful event, and we had a full house of fabulous readers. I was truly blessed and humbled by the response that the tea received. Thank you to everyone who came. You made the day so special!

Special thanks to the Twinsburg Public Library that hosted the tea, Super Librarian Cari Dubiel who planned so much, The Friends of the Twinsburg Public Library that provided the tea and desserts, the Learned Owl that sold my books, and my friends Molly, Bobby, and Samantha for helping with set up and clean up.

Please enjoy these photos from the event!

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9780451477446-1From Amanda Flower—who writes the USA Today bestselling Amish Quilt Shop Mysteries as Isabella Alan—comes the first in the new Magical Bookshop Mystery series.

Rushing home to sit by her ailing grandmother’s bedside, Violet Waverly is shocked to find Grandma Daisy the picture of perfect health. Violet doesn’t need to read between the lines: her grandma wants Violet back home and working in her magical store, Charming Books. It’s where the perfect book tends to fly off the shelf and pick you…

Violet has every intention to hightail it back to Chicago, but then a dead man is discovered clutching a volume of Emily Dickinson’s poems from Grandma Daisy’s shop. The victim is Benedict Raisin, who recently put Grandma Daisy in his will, making her a prime suspect. Now, with the help of a tuxedo cat named Emerson, Violet will have to find a killer to keep Grandma from getting booked for good…

Watch the Crime and Poetry Book Trailer now!

It’s my Author-Agent 5th Anniversary!

In a tiny Christian elementary school in the middle of suburban Ohio, there was young girl who wanted to be an author. She had glasses and braces and was painfully shy, but she had a dream, a big dream. She told anyone and everyone that she was going to be an author some day and she was going to write mysteries like her heroes Sue Grafton and Elizabeth Peters. Despite her timidity, she never doubted her dream would come true. Even so, there were tears, rejections, and disappointments along the way. It took her nearly a decade to sell her first novel, and she was thirty by the time it released. But she never wavered in the pursuit of her dream.

That girl was me, and that dream was my dream.

There is one person responsible more than any other for making my big dream come true, and that’s my agent, Nicole Resciniti. She plucked my query out of the thousands she receives every year and kicked open doors so that I could sail on through.

In the time since Nicole and I have been working together, I’ve published sixteen mysteries with half a dozen publishers, been nominated for prestigious national awards, signed books all over the country, and hit the USA Today bestsellers list. In the last five years, my life has changed dramatically because she took a chance a me, a quirky mystery author from Ohio she didn’t know. Since then, I have had great professional triumph and great personal loss, and through it all, Nicole has been there not just as my agent but as my friend.

Thank you, Nicole, you are a dream maker, one of the kindest people on Earth, and my beloved friend. You and me, we are in this for the long haul.

You can read the entire story of how Nicole signed me in this 2012 post from Fresh Fiction.

Dream big! ❤ Amanda

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Meet Amanda Flower/Isabella Alan this Spring!

9780451477446-1Amanda Flower’s Spring Book Signing Schedule

NEO Sisters in Crime Death March
Cuyahoga County Public Library
Cleveland, OH
March 12, 9:30am-5pm

Sisters in Crime Hollywood Conference
Hollywood, CA
April 1-3

CRIME AND POETRY LAUNCH PARTY
An Amanda Flower/Emily Dickinson Tea Party
Twinsburg, Public Library
Twinsburg, OH
April 16, 2pm

Ohioana Book Festival (Amanda is the featured author in fiction this year!)
Columbus, OH
April 23, 10am-4pm

Malice Domestic Convention
(Amanda is an Agatha Award nominee for the 4th time!
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Bethesda, MD
April 29-May 1

Girlfriends Weekend with Shelley Shepard Gray & Vannetta Chapman
Charm, OH
May 21-22

Booktalk & Signing
Ada Public Library
Ada, OH
June 18

Hope to see you at one of these events this spring! And don’t forget to enter the CRIME AND POETRY countdown giveaway! Chance to win a $50 gift card from B&N or Amazon. Winners choice!

❤ Amanda

CRIME AND POETRY Countdown Giveaway!

To celebrate the upcoming release of CRIME AND POETRY, the first novel in the Magical Bookshop Mysteries, on April 5, 2016, Amanda Flower will be giving away four $50 gift cards from Barnes and Noble or Amazon. Winners can choose either Barnes and Noble or Amazon. Winners will be chosen the four weeks leading up to release on March 15th, March 22nd, March 29th, and April 5th (RELEASE DAY!).

If you pre-order the novel and provide a valid receipt number in the space provide, you will receive five extra entries into the giveaway.

No purchase necessary. There will be four winners. Limited to US and Canada residents.

Enter here: http://www.amandaflower.com/Giveaways.html

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Magical Bookshop Mystery #1
Penguin Random House

Published/Released: April 2016

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From Amanda Flower—who writes the USA Today bestselling Amish Quilt Shop Mysteries as Isabella Alan—comes the first in the new Magical Bookshop Mystery series.

Rushing home to sit by her ailing grandmother’s bedside, Violet Waverly is shocked to find Grandma Daisy the picture of perfect health. Violet doesn’t need to read between the lines: her grandma wants Violet back home and working in her magical store, Charming Books. It’s where the perfect book tends to fly off the shelf and pick you…

Violet has every intention to hightail it back to Chicago, but then a dead man is discovered clutching a volume of Emily Dickinson’s poems from Grandma Daisy’s shop. The victim is Benedict Raisin, who recently put Grandma Daisy in his will, making her a prime suspect. Now, with the help of a tuxedo cat named Emerson, Violet will have to find a killer to keep Grandma from getting booked for good…


“An enchanting tale of mystery, magical books, and endearing characters. Prepare to be charmed.”
Heather Blake, National Bestselling Author of Some Like it Witchy

 

 

Meet Amanda Flower/Isabella Alan this Fall!

pslFall means two things to me: Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Book Fair Season. Yes, I am one of the hordes who goes absolutely gaga over Starbucks’ PSL. When September strikes, I begin asking my local barista if the PSL has arrived. It officially launched on September 8th, but I got one a few days earlier at my local Starbucks. Nothing can compare to the Starbucks version of the pumpkin spice latte. I tried one by an unnamed competitor over the weekend and it wasn’t even close.

So with my PSL in hand, I face the fall and book fair season. In Ohio and in neighboring states many book fairs are held in the beautiful Midwestern autumn, and I will be appearing at several. I would love to meet you at one of the below events! If you can’t make one of these, check your local paper and see what book events are happening in your own area.

Amanda Flower’s Fall Book Signing Schedule

NEO Sisters in Crime One Day Conference
Twinsburg Public Library
Twinsburg, OH
September 12 10am-4:30pm

Kerrytown Book Festival
Ann Arbor, MI
September 13 11am-5pm

Medina Library Event
Medina, OH
September 16 12pm

Hiram Book Fair
Hiram College
Hiram, OH
September 19 10am-12pm

Northwest Branch Library
Akron, OH
October 21 1pm

Buckeye Book Fair
Wooster, OH
November 7 9:30am-4pm

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Sneak Peak of PLAINLY MURDER! (Chapter One)

Last week my prequel e-novella to the Amish Quilt Shop Series, which I write as Isabella Alan released! It’s know available on all ebook formats for $2.99!

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Here’s the first chapter, to introduce you to my Amish town of Rolling Brook. Enjoy!

 

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An Amish Quilt Shop Mystery Novella

by Isabella Alan

Chapter One

A person might think it’s easy to spot a black and white French bulldog wearing a red and purple striped sweater and matching boots in the snow. That person would be wrong.

I brushed my long blond curls out of my face as I peered under an old feed trough on my aunt Eleanor Lapp’s Amish farm. I found pebbles, stray pieces of hay, and an abandoned spider web—at least I told myself it was abandoned. No French bulldog. I dusted snow and dirt off my corduroy-clad knees as I stood. My Frenchie, Oliver, was scared into hiding by my aunt’s chickens. It hadn’t even occurred to me that Aunt Eleanor allowed the chickens to roam the yard. If I had known, I would never have taken Oliver outside for a potty break without first corralling the wayward poultry. Oliver took one look at them and bolted. He suffered from an unexplained phobia of birds.

The chickens were the last livestock on the farm. The cows, sheep, and horses my aunt raised during my childhood had been sold to pay her medical bills.

“Oliver!” I called as I circumnavigated the outhouse, which was no longer in use since my aunt’s Amish district adopted indoor plumbing, praise be. I shivered at the idea of scurrying to the outhouse in the middle of a frigid February night.

“Oliver! The chickens are back in their coop. They won’t hurt you. I promise.” I spotted a dot of red under the low boughs of an evergreen tree ten yards from the house. “I can see you.”

He wriggled forward, and the dot of red, his boots, disappeared underneath the tree. Well, that backfired, I thought. And when had he learned English?

Suddenly frantic barking peppered with high-pitched tweets disturbed the quiet winter morning. Three blackbirds zoomed from the tree like missiles. I ducked at the last second before they beaned me in the head. Oliver was a breath behind. His eyes were the size of oranges and he ran at me full tilt, catapulting his solid body into the air. “Oomph!” The wind whooshed from my lungs when I caught him. I stumbled back on the slick snow-covered grass but managed to maintain my footing.

I rubbed Oliver’s back as if he were a human toddler. “It’s okay. It’s okay. They’re gone.” He burrowed his head into my chest. Maybe my fiancé, Ryan, had been right. Maybe I should have left Oliver in Texas with him.

When Oliver stopped shaking, I bent to set him on the ground. “Can you walk into the house?”

He kicked at me with his doggie boots. I took that as a “no.”

I turned and started to carry him to the small pale yellow ranch house with black shutters that my uncle Jacob had built nearly forty years ago on a corner of his family’s land. He had built the house right after my aunt and uncle married. The couple had been unable to have children, and much of the Lapp acreage had been sold to other Amish farmers. After my uncle died, my aunt kept a tiny corner of the original property for herself along with the little yellow house and a flock of aggressive white chickens.

When I drove to Holmes Country from the airport the day before, I was pleased to see that the house appeared just as it had when my parents and I moved to Texas when I was ten.

The clip-clop of horses and the rattle of buggies took my attention away from Oliver and the chickens. Two Amish buggies turned from the road onto my aunt’s property. Oliver burrowed his black and white head into my shoulder again when he eyed the large horses pulling the buggies closer to us. “We aren’t in Dallas anymore,” I whispered to the dog.

His batlike ears flicked toward my voice.

The horses came to a stop side by side. A middle-aged Amish woman sat in the driver’s seat of the first buggy. She set the reins across the buggy’s dashboard and had an economy about her movements as she climbed down from the buggy, pulling a horse blanket out with her. She waved to me before securing the blanket on her horse’s back.

A younger woman, in her twenties I guessed, carefully lowered herself from the second buggy, which was driven by Anna, my aunt’s oldest and dearest friend. Anna was close to my aunt’s age, somewhere in her late sixties, but her cheeks had the rosy glow of activity and health, while my aunt’s were drawn and pale. Anna handed the younger woman two quilting baskets. “Angie, I’m glad to see that you made it. How was your flight?”

“It was fine.” I patted Oliver’s back. “My dog probably would disagree.”

The petite younger woman smiled. “What’s his name?”

I smiled. “Oliver.”

“He’s darling. I’m Rachel Miller. I’m so happy to finally meet you, Angie. Eleanor talks about you constantly. She’s very proud of you.”

I smiled. “I’m proud of her, too. She’s the toughest woman I know.”

Anna adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses before taking one of the baskets from Rachel. “She is that.”

The first woman examined my dog. “Is he wearing clothes?”

I blushed. “A sweater and boots. He’s a Texas dog. He’s not used to an Ohio winter. I didn’t want him to catch a chill.”

She arched an eyebrow at me. “He’s just a dog.”

I frowned. Oliver was much more than just a dog.

Rachel took a tentative step forward and let Oliver sniff her hand. “He’s sweet.”

The bird trauma forgotten, the Frenchie gave her his best doggie grin and licked her hand.

“Don’t mind Martha,” Rachel said under her breath. “She’s the most practical woman I know, and that’s saying something considering most of the women I know are Amish.”

Martha lifted her quilting basket from her buggy. “I can hear you, Rachel.”

Rachel covered her mouth to hide her smile.

“Eleanor is ready for us?” Anna asked.

I set Oliver on the ground. “She’s been talking about it all morning. She misses your quilting circle meetings.”

“And we miss having her at them.” Anna hooked her basket over her arm. “How is she feeling today?”

My face fell slightly. “Today is a good day.” My aunt had been battling cancer for the past three years, and recently the disease resurfaced with a vengeance. As soon as I heard the cancer returned, I was on the next plane to Ohio. I wanted to spend as much quality time with my favorite aunt as possible. Not that I thought the worst—she beat it before, she would beat it again. Neither Ryan nor my mother, Aunt Eleanor’s much younger sister, were pleased that I’d left Dallas in the midst of wedding planning.

Martha started toward the house. “We will catch a chill if we stand out here much longer.”

“I almost forgot!” Rachel hurried back to Anna’s buggy. “I brought some treats from the bakery to share.” She set her quilting basket on the floor of the buggy and removed a large flat basket covered with a navy blue linen cloth.

I took the basket from her hands. “I’ll carry that.”

Oliver bumped into the back of my calves. Apparently, he didn’t want to be on his own in this strange snowy world.

“Thank you.” She placed a hand to her stomach. “I’m expecting my third child in May, and I’m not as steady on my feet in the snow and ice as I used to be. Aaron—that’s my husband—is so overprotective. He wouldn’t let me drive the buggy here and insisted that I ride with Anna. I hate to put Anna out like that.”

Third child? Rachel looked no more than twenty-five. I was thirty-three and not yet married. In the Amish world, I would be a spinster.

Anna pushed her bonnet back, revealing her white prayer cap and steel gray bun underneath it. “Put me out? It was no trouble at all.”

Martha was halfway to the house. “I prefer not to stand outside in the cold. Eleanor is waiting for us.”

“We’re coming,” Anna called. She lowered her voice, so that only Rachel and I could hear. “She’s so bossy.”

Inside the house, I took the ladies’ black cloaks and bonnets and hung them on the pegs by the front door while my aunt welcomed her friends with warm hugs. She wore a black kerchief under her white prayer cap to cover her bald head. I knew that she wore that kerchief more for warmth than from embarrassment. My aunt was a handsome woman, but she had never been the least bit concerned about her appearance.

Anna held Aunt Eleanor at arm’s length. “Your cheeks are rosy today, my friend. This is a blessing.”

“It is,” my aunt said, sounding slightly winded. “It’s always a blessing to see you all. It’s been too long. I hope to go into town this week and see the shop. How is it doing, Martha?”

Aunt Eleanor owned Running Stitch, an Amish quilt shop in the downtown area of Rolling Brook—well, as downtown as a tiny Amish town can be. When she became too ill to manage the store, Martha stepped into the role and had been caring for most of the shop’s day-to-day operations for the last two years.

Martha sat in an oak rocking chair and set her quilting basket beside it. “It is gut, but sales are slow. They will pick up again in the spring.”

My aunt nodded. “Ya, I remember how the dark winter months drug on in the shop. Danki for taking such gut care of it for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Martha sat a little straighter in the rocking chair and beamed under my aunt’s praise.

Aunt Eleanor smiled. “I don’t know what I would do without any one of you. You are my dear friends.” She gripped my hand. “And now my sweet Angie is here.”

Her fingers were cold. “Aenti,” I said, using the Amish word for aunt, which I had always called her. “You’re cold. You should sit closest to the stove.”

“Nee, I am fine.” She waved to the sidebar against the wall holding a pot of tea, carafe of coffee, and tray of sugar cookies. “Please, everyone, help yourself to some coffee and cookies.” My aunt removed the navy cloth from the bakery basket I’d set beside the cookie tray, revealing an assortment of muffins and Amish donuts, which smelled even better than they looked. “Where did those come from?”

Rachel blushed.

Aunt Eleanor gave a mock frown. “Rachel Miller, do you think I don’t know how to provide for my guests?”

The younger Amish woman squeezed her hands together. “Oh, no, Eleanor. I know you are a wonderful baker, too. I didn’t mean to insult you. Aaron made too many today and asked me to bring them.”

“So they are cast-off pastries,” Martha said with a mischievous glint to her eye.

Rachel’s mouth fell open. “Nee. I—I . . .”

Anna selected an Amish donut from the basket. “Goodness, Rachel, ignore them. They’re only teasing you.” She shook the donut in mock reprimand at the other two women. “Don’t pester the poor girl. You know she’s sensitive.”

As I helped Oliver out of his boots, I smiled, happy that my aunt felt well enough to joke with her friends. The Frenchie curled up in front of my aunt’s black potbelly stove, still cozy in his striped sweater.

Aunt Eleanor grinned and some of the fatigue fell from her face. “I’m sorry, Rachel. We should not worry you so. Danki for the doughnuts and muffins. I know we will all enjoy them with our tea and kaffi.” She sat on a matching rocking chair to Martha’s.

I heartily agreed, even though I couldn’t eat one. I was on a strict fifteen hundred calorie diet for the wedding and already spent my day’s allotment, plus half of tomorrow’s, on the breakfast of eggs and pancakes my aunt insisted on feeding me. I winced as I foresaw extra hours in the gym with my sadistic Norwegian trainer, Ludvik, back home. Perhaps he’d even make me do another juice cleanse. Ludvik swore by them. I shuddered.

“What is wrong, Angie?” Anna asked. “Are you cold?”

“A bit.” It was easier than explaining the juice cleanse to a room of Amish women.

The ladies chatted as they prepared their mugs of tea and coffee to their liking and set their quilting projects out. I removed the appliqué wall quilt I was making on my lap as well. Aunt Eleanor remained in her rocking chair, and I handed her a cup of tea and a doughnut.

Rachel eased into a corner of the couch, and Anna perched on an armchair. Bright white winter light reflected off the snow outside and through the sparklingly clean windows. Despite her illness, my aunt kept a spotless home. I winced to think what she would say about the dirty dishes I left in the sink back in Dallas.

My aunt reached into a bushel basket sitting beside her chair and pulled out a folded quilt. “I had a special reason for asking you all to come here today.” She smiled at me. “Other than to see my beautiful niece.” She smoothed the quilt in her lap. It was a Sunshine and Shadows patterned piece made with hundreds of two-by-two-inch solid-colored squares that rippled outward from one square in the middle of the quilt. The two inch border was in navy, and wave stitching held the cloth and batting together. Even from across the room, I could tell the handiwork was exquisite.

Anna’s teacup stopped halfway to her mouth. “Is that Evelyn’s quilt?”

“It is,” my aunt replied.

“How did you get it?” Rachel asked.

Aunt Eleanor ran her right index finger over the tiny stitches. “Her cousin, who is handling Evelyn’s affairs, sent it to me. She said there were instructions with it to mail the quilt to me. She sent it as soon as she found it.”

Anna set her teacup on the end table next to her. “Why would she give it to you? You and Evelyn were gut friends, but shouldn’t it go to her family, like her cousin? That was her most prized quilt.”

“She didn’t give it to me to keep,” my aunt said.

I held up a hand. “Wait, back up. Who’s Evelyn?”

Martha removed fat squares from her basket and began cutting them into triangles. “Evelyn Schmidt. She was the fifth member of our quilting circle.” Her scissors sliced through another piece of maroon fabric. “And she’s dead.”

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Don’t forget to enter my Amish Quilt Giveaway!

It’s SUPER SEPTEMBER! Amanda Flower (also writing as Isabella Alan) has three novels releasing in September 2013. To celebrate, she is giving away an authentic Amish Quilt hand-stitched by Amish in Holmes County, Ohio.

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Best Issue of RT Book Reviews EVER!

I’m thrilled to share that I received two wonderful reviews in the September 2013 issue of RT Book Reviews.

The first is a 4 1/2 STAR TOP PICK review for A PLAIN DISAPPEARANCE, the third Appleseed Creek Mystery.

This is what reviewer Patsy Glans writes:

“The third installment of the outstanding Appleseed Creek series is a mystery with twists and turns and an unexpected ending that will keep readers up until the wee hours of the morning. Readers are reunited with characters from the first two books and will meet some new ones. Flower has hit it out of the ballpark with this series and continues to amaze with her knowledge of the Amish way of life.

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The second review is a 4 STAR review for MURDER, PLAIN AND SIMPLE, the first Amish Quilt Shop Mystery, which I write as Isabella Alan.

This is what the reviewer writes:

This series starter set in Amish country will delight readers with its details of the community’s culture and lifestyle. The contrast between the simple life and a grisly murder play out nicely in this well-done cozy… the author does a good job of introducing several key players in the community, which develops a strong sense of place, and provides plenty of material for future mysteries.”

Reviews make a huge difference for authors in the success of the novel. From reviews on seller sites like Amazon and B&N to reviews in trade publications like RT Book Reviews, they all help. I want to thank everyone who has been so generous to take the time to read and review my novels over the years.

BIG GIVEAWAY COMING!

I have a HUGE giveaway planned to launch SUPER SEPTEMBER. It starts August 6th, release day of PLAINLY MURDER, the e-novella prequel to MURDER, PLAIN AND SIMPLE. Subscribe to my e-newsletter to be one of the first to hear. Trust me, you are going to want to enter this one!  Sign up for my e-newsletter HERE or email me at authoramandaflower@gmail.com

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