Guest Post with Giveaway ~ Honey-Baked Homicide by Gayle Leeson

When Fiction Meets Reality

I’d already determined that Stu Landon—the local beekeeper in Honey-Baked Homicide—was a quiet man before I ever met him. Let me back up just a smidgeon. If you’ve read Silence of the Jams, then you might recall that Stu was in the café one day and suggested that Amy put some honey on her cut finger to help with the healing process.

So I’d met Stu already. I respected him and had a fairly good idea of who he might be. One thing I knew for certain was that Stu wasn’t much of a talker. What I didn’t know much about was beekeeping. Being a modern writer, my first order of business was to Google “beekeeping.” But, although Google is fantastic, I always get a better feel for something when I can experience it firsthand. When I learned there was a beekeeping farm only a 35-minute drive from me, I was off.

Hiltons, Virginia is a beautiful, rural area. When my GPS told me I’d arrived at the bee farm, however, I thought it must be mistaken. I saw no farm, no beehives, no sign. The closest thing to me that I did see was a gas station. I drove on over, parked, and asked a man at the pump for directions.

“Oh, yeah!” he said. And then he said something along the lines of, “Go back the way you came until you come to a little road off to your left. Get on that road and follow it a little piece until you see a sign for the bee farm. Can’t miss it.”

Wanna bet? I thought. But I got back in the car and went in search of the “little road” I was to follow a “little piece.” With directions like those, how could I possibly get lost?

After a couple of misses, I eventually wound up on the correct road. My direction-giver hadn’t been embellishing when he’d called the road “little.” It was so narrow that I believe I could’ve shaken hands with the drivers coming from the other direction had we both had our windows down and were feeling neighborly. The road was curvy too, so not only was I navigating the hairpin turns, I was looking for the sign. At last, there it was. It slipped up on me, but I managed to slam on the brakes and make the turn.

This new road I’d turned onto was all gravel and ruts. I creeped forward, dust billowing all around, looking for the farm. All I could see at the end of this—what turned out to be—very long driveway was a house and a garage. Was I in the right place? The sign told me I was. But where were the hives? I’d been expecting to see rows upon rows of beehives, but I couldn’t spot a single one.

When I parked and got out of the car, I saw that the garage was actually a shop. I went inside and saw a note that read, “Ring bell for service.” I rang the bell. As I waited for someone to appear, I examined all the beekeeping paraphernalia. There were hive kits, frames, form boards, hats with veils, jars, etc.

Soon, a man joined me in the shop. “Can I help you?”

I introduced myself and said I’d like to know more about beekeeping for a book I was writing.

“What do you need to know?”

I thought he’d launch into a monologue on the joys of beekeeping, but I was mistaken. Everything I asked was answered in friendly but clipped sentences. I was standing there thinking, “This is Stu Langdon!” Fortunately, Stu did provide me with a booklet that answered all my questions and gave me some really interesting information.

So, when you read the scene in Honey-Baked Homicide where Amy is worried about her car after traveling the deeply-rutted road to and from Landon’s Farm, you’ll know I was writing from experience.

Guest post provided by the publisher.

Series: A Down South Café Mystery (Book 3)
Publisher: Berkley (December 5, 2017)
Genre: Cozy Mystery
ISBN-10: 1101990821
ISBN-13: 978-1101990827
Buy: Amazon, Kindle, IndieBound, The Book Depository


The owner of a delightful Southern café tastes the sharp sting of suspicion in this delectable comfort food mystery . . .

It’s fall in Winter Garden, Virginia, and business at Amy Flowers’ Down South Café has never been better. So when struggling beekeeper Stuart Landon asks Amy to sell some of his honey, she’s happy to help. The jars of honey are a sweet success, but their partnership is cut short when Amy discovers Landon’s body outside the café early one morning.
As Amy tries to figure out who could possibly have wanted to harm the unassuming beekeeper, she discovers an ever-expanding list of suspects—and they’re all buzzing mad. She’ll have to use all of her skills—and her Southern charm—to find her way out of this sticky situation…

Thanks to the publisher I have one (1) copy of Honey-Baked Homicide to give away.

Giveaway open to residents of the US only.
Giveaway ends on January 6th

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Winner will have 48 hours from the time of notification to confirm their win or another will be chosen.

gayleGayle Leeson is a pseudonym for Gayle Trent. I also write as Amanda Lee. As Gayle Trent, I write the Daphne Martin Cake Mystery series and the Myrtle Crumb Mystery series. As Amanda Lee, I write the Embroidery Mystery series.

The cake decorating series features a heroine who is starting her life over in Southwest Virginia after a nasty divorce. The heroine, Daphne, has returned to her hometown of Brea Ridge to open a cake baking and decorating business and is wrestling with the question of whether or not one can go home again. She enjoys spending time with her sister, nephew, and niece, but she and her mother have a complicated relationship that isn’t always pleasant. Daphne has also reconnected with her high school sweetheart and is pursuing a rekindled romance while desperately trying to put her past behind her.

The Embroidery Mystery series features a heroine who recently moved to the Oregon coast to open an embroidery specialty shop. Marcy Singer left her home in San Francisco, along with the humiliation of being left at the altar, in order to move to Tallulah Falls and realize her dream of owning her own shop. She takes along her faithful companion, a one-year-old Irish wolfhound named Angus O’Ruff. She makes many new friends in Tallulah Falls, but she also makes a few enemies. Thankfully, her best friend Sadie MacKenzie and her husband Blake run the coffeehouse right down the street from Marcy’s shop, the Seven-Year Stitch; and Detective Ted Nash always has her back.

I live in Virginia with my family, which includes her own “Angus” who is not an Irish wolfhound but a Great Pyrenees who provides plenty of inspiration for the character of Mr. O’Ruff. I'm having a blast writing this new series!

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