What was your inspiration for Dying For Sex?
Life. Dying For Sex is the first book I’ve ever completed. I started a couple of books in my thirties, but never finished them. Probably because I was so busy corralling children, working in communications, and checking for grey hairs that I never had time to research a story let alone write one.
When I started Dying For Sex, I was still working full-time as a social worker. I knew that if I wanted to finish a book, I had to cut back on the research and write about what I know. That meant, sad to say, I would not be penning the next great historical novel about the fierce British Celtic female warrior Boudicca. But I was fifty-four at the time, and figured I had experienced a lot in my life. I’d changed careers multiple times, skipping from broadcasting to corporate communications to social work. During all that, I’d had a couple of kids, a failed marriage, fallen in love again, and watched my formerly buff body morph into something I barely recognized. So I incorporated some of those life experiences into the character of Lindy Sutton, the heroine of Dying For Sex.
Lindy’s a lot like you and me. She’s trying to make a living, as a caterer and clown, raise her children, look after her crazy Aunt Pip, while keeping track of her keys, avoiding the by-law police, and sussing out the best deals on Spanx. Then the sister of her next-door neighbor dies. Her neighbor believes the woman was murdered and asks Lindy to help find out who did it. But just like most of us, she has absolutely no idea how to go about it. So she enlists the help of her best friend, her sister, and the elderly Chappie Lowton who lives at the retirement home where the victim worked. Of course, they don’t really know how to solve a mystery either, but that doesn’t stop them all from trying.
As so often happens, just when you’re desperately trying to focus on a goal, life intrudes. Lindy’s son brings home this outrageously ugly bus and parks it in their driveway, the extremely irritating cop on the case fires up her long dormant hormones, and she still has to occasionally don the clown suit to keep the food on the table.
Lindy is not particularly brave, she’s hard on herself, and tends to run headlong into situations without letting rational thought get in the way. She’s not a Kay Scarpetta or Kinsey Millhone so she doesn’t solve the mystery in a methodical, professional way, but she does solve it.
There are also a lot of senior citizens in Dying For Sex and that’s because as a social worker in a hospital, my clients are predominantly older. I love working with seniors and wanted my book to be populated with them. Chappy and Dixie are two of my favorite characters in the book. Murder, seniors, and sex all in one book––it’s a fascinating combination.
Now, right about now, you’re probably saying to yourself, “Hang on! You say that you drew upon your own life experiences for Dying For Sex. There’s a lot of talk about swinging in the book. Does this mean that you’re a swinger Lynn?”
Okay, so I did have to do some research after all. But I have to say, I’d been hearing about the swinger lifestyle for most of my adult life. I’ve lived in a lot of places in my time and in every town, someone would tell me about going to a party only to find that people were swapping partners faster than the mayor of Toronto can make a fool of himself. Most of my research on the topic was done on-line. I did flirt with the idea of going to a local adult lifestyle club (Just to watch. Oh that doesn’t sound good either does it?), but, chickened out at the last moment much to my husband’s eternal disappointment.
I hope you all enjoy Dying for Sex as much as I enjoyed writing it.
About Dying for Sex
Lindy Sutton has her hands full. In between having her clown act clobbered by pint-sized critics, keeping a group of sex-crazed octogenarians from starting brawls in the raciest bar in town, and trying to keep her crazy Aunt Pip from being tossed out of Laughing Pines retirement home, she still has to contend with her son’s garish band bus parked in her driveway. Could things get any worse? Yup! Margaret Quaid, the social worker at Laughing Pines is found dead of an apparent overdose and the drop dead handsome detective on the case, thinks she stole the drugs from the retirement home and was pretty active in the world of wife swapping to boot. Lindy’s temper soars, along with her long dormant hormones, as she sets out to clear Margaret’s name, find the murderer and make the sexy detective eat crow. Aided and abetted by the aging but flamboyant Chappy Lowton, her eccentric and sarcastic sister, her best friend Patty, and that hoard of sex-crazed geriatrics, Lindy wades into the world of swingers only to find that there are plenty of people with a motive to kill the social worker.
About Lynn Albrecht
Lynn C. Albrecht started her career in broadcasting. Quickly realizing she was not going to be the next Lisa Laflamme, she entered the world of corporate communications. After years of writing videos, speeches, advertising, and dressing in power suits with shoulders pads that made her look like Hunter Hearst Helmsley, she had a great epiphany. She ditched the shoulder pads and returned to school. Five years later, she was released into the unsuspecting healthcare system as a social worker. She works at St. Mary’s General Hospital in Kitchener, Ontario.
Lynn lives in Baden, Ontario with her infinitely patient husband, John Belton.
Dying For Sex is her first book. She is currently hard at work on the second Lindy Sutton mystery.
First Prize: Kindle Paperwhite and an autographed copy of Dying for Sex
Second Prize: $50 Amazon Gift Card and an autographed copy of Dying for Sex
Third Prize: $25 Amazon Gift Card and an autographed copy of Dying for Sex
I would like to thank Lynn Albrecht for taking time out of her busy schedule to pen a guest post for Before Midnight.