Sunday, 28 May 2017


It is my pleasure to feature Joanne's latest novel.

Spotlight on Too Many Women in the Room

When Gilda Greco invites her closest friends to a VIP dinner, she plans to share David Korba’s signature dishes and launch their joint venture— Xenia, an innovative Greek restaurant near Sudbury, Ontario. Unknown to Gilda, David has also invited Michael Taylor, a lecherous photographer who has throughout the past three decades managed to annoy all the women in the room. One woman follows Michael to a deserted field for his midnight run and stabs him in the jugular.
Gilda’s life is awash with complications as she wrestles with a certain detective’s commitment issues and growing doubts about her risky investment in Xenia. Frustrated, Gilda launches her own investigation and uncovers decades-old secrets and resentments that have festered until they explode into untimely death. Can Gilda outwit a killer bent on killing again?
When the telephone call came, I was deep in a dreamless sleep. Startled and disoriented, I glanced at the clock. Five forty-seven. Tempted to ignore the call, I realized it could be my mother. In Italy, it was eleven forty-seven. While my mother was aware of the time difference, she would not hesitate to call if there was some kind of emergency. Or someone else could be calling about her.

To still these obsessive thoughts, I picked up the phone.

“Took you long enough,” Carlo Fantin said in an exasperated tone. “Did you just get in?”

What was he implying? And why was he calling? Had someone told him about the evening’s events? I dismissed the last thought. None of the women or men—even Michael Taylor—would think of relaying the evening’s events to Carlo.

“I’ve been asleep for hours,” I said, gripping the phone. While I had been waiting for him to call and resume our relationship, I doubted he would do so in the early hours of the morning. “Is there some reason for this call?”

A pause. “There’s been a murder. A jogger found the body of Michael Taylor in Bell Grove field.”

I jolted upright as a flash of adrenaline tingled through my body. “What happened? How? And
murdered? By whom?” Michael Taylor dead? While I had never liked the man and dreaded my encounters with him, I didn’t wish death on him. Carlo must have a reason for waking me up with this information.

“I heard all about tonight’s dinner from Jean Taylor,” he said in a low voice.

As Michael’s wife, she would be the first to learn of his death, and she would have given Carlo her version of the evening’s events. And not necessarily in a lucid tone. The calm yogini had a habit of breaking down outside the peaceful confines of her studio. She was triggered by strong emotions and unsettling events. Michael’s death fell well beyond both categories.

I returned to the present moment and caught the tail end of Carlo’s conversation. “…scheduled you in for nine thirty. Luke Morrison will be questioning you.”

“Questioning me?” I said as my heart beat at an alarming rate. “Why?”

“We’re questioning everyone who was at the dinner,” he said. “You were the last people to see
Michael alive.”

“How was he killed? What did Jean tell you?”

“You know I can’t share any details,” he said, cutting me off without saying goodbye.
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In 2008, Joanne took advantage of early retirement and decided to launch a second career that would tap into her creative side and utilize her well-honed organizational skills. Slowly, a writing practice emerged. Her articles and book reviews were published in newspapers, magazines, and online. When she tried her hand at fiction, she made reinvention a recurring theme in her novels and short stories. A member of Crime Writers of Canada, Sisters in Crime, and Romance Writers of America, Joanne writes cozy mysteries, paranormal romance, and inspirational literature from her home base of Guelph, Ontario.
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1 comment:

Joanne Guidoccio said...

Thanks for hosting me, Donna :)