Tea Time
by Barbara K. Luff
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About the Book
Hal has a secret that he knows he should reveal. Only two other people know the secret and they’re not talking. It’s too late for words. There’s no time left. Only time for revenge. Is anyone safe? Before you read this maybe you should relax and have a cup of tea. . . Then again, maybe you shouldn’t.
Softcover Book $12.95
Softcover Book $12.95
Author Bio
Barbara Luff believes that one can go home again, particularly if home is Vermont. Born in New Jersey, she grew up in Vermont, loving it. After a 45 year absence she is now back in the very same house which her mother bought in 1951.
Her adventuresome life started in 1961 when she married, and she and her husband commenced to build a golf course in seacoast New Hampshire. When that became tame a year off seemed in order. They headed West with their 3 children and a bunch of school books, driving and camping across Canada, in to Alaska (via the Alcan Highway – then dirt & gravel), and eventually back down to the lower 48 and on to Mexico. At the end of a year they were back in New Hampshire.
Never content with the status quo Barbara looked for something else unusual to do when the children went off to college. Writing and long distance swimming in the Atlantic Ocean filled the void. However, as the ocean became colder, and she got older, and maybe wiser, writing carried the day.
Retired now, she spends a good deal of her time dreaming up plots for her mystery stories. When her mind draws a blank she heads for the kitchen and starts baking—either chocolate chip cookies or brownies. She tries to convince herself that it’s brain food. When that doesn’t work tennis is called for. A new game for her since moving back to Vermont in 2002, Barbara likes to think that she’s improving, but mostly she marvels at the patience of the long suffering tennis pro.
She’s found that another way to jump start a new mystery is weeding her garden, mostly perennials, because the vegetables just grew too fast. Pulling up weeds is sort of like pulling out the cobwebs, then with a tidy–more or less–garden Barbara can go back upstairs to her office, a happy lady ready to solve the next mystery.
Her adventuresome life started in 1961 when she married, and she and her husband commenced to build a golf course in seacoast New Hampshire. When that became tame a year off seemed in order. They headed West with their 3 children and a bunch of school books, driving and camping across Canada, in to Alaska (via the Alcan Highway – then dirt & gravel), and eventually back down to the lower 48 and on to Mexico. At the end of a year they were back in New Hampshire.
Never content with the status quo Barbara looked for something else unusual to do when the children went off to college. Writing and long distance swimming in the Atlantic Ocean filled the void. However, as the ocean became colder, and she got older, and maybe wiser, writing carried the day.
Retired now, she spends a good deal of her time dreaming up plots for her mystery stories. When her mind draws a blank she heads for the kitchen and starts baking—either chocolate chip cookies or brownies. She tries to convince herself that it’s brain food. When that doesn’t work tennis is called for. A new game for her since moving back to Vermont in 2002, Barbara likes to think that she’s improving, but mostly she marvels at the patience of the long suffering tennis pro.
She’s found that another way to jump start a new mystery is weeding her garden, mostly perennials, because the vegetables just grew too fast. Pulling up weeds is sort of like pulling out the cobwebs, then with a tidy–more or less–garden Barbara can go back upstairs to her office, a happy lady ready to solve the next mystery.