Blog Tour & Guest Post: Lynn Albrecht – Dying for Sex

Lynn-Albrecht-Blog-Tour-250Today I have the great pleasure of welcoming Lynn Albrecht, who’s been kind enough to share with us her inspiration for her novel, Dying for Sex.

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.

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About Lynn Albrecht

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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.

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I would like to thank Lynn Albrecht for taking time out of her busy schedule to pen a guest post for Before Midnight.


Guest Post: Oliver Pearl – The Last Gentle Dentist

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Based on actual events, spanning continents from San Francisco to Paris, from Amsterdam to Odessa, from New York to Siberia, The Last Gentle Dentist is a novel about a modern age Casanova, a romantic-vigilante, who is fond of pain medications and elective plastic surgery, whose life is a tumultuous river running with the speed of a putrid pond, which makes an unexpected turn when he goes on the run from the law due to charges of medical fraud. He wanders the streets of Europe looking for ways to stay. This search throws him into bony arms and narrow beds of people he meets, fugitives in their own right, only to bring to a new light his own immaturity and unscrupulousness he only yesterday called boyishness and charm. He revisits his recent past, ornate with Vicodin fountains and Ecstasy-laced threesome fender-benders, while adding more crumpled and soon blood-stained pages to his love affair with Life.

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Oliver Pearl on Addiction to Pain Killers

I can only speak on this subject as it pertains to my protagonist. Contrary to the impression one may get from the book, he was never addicted to pain killers or any other substances for that matter. He always talked about how interesting it would be to let go and lose control yet hovered above the line never wishing or daring to cross it. For him drugs were not pleasure in itself but an adjunct in tasting life’s dramas. It was an intermittent gratification, the kind that golfers and smokers experience, well, intermittently. The kind he wanted to experience too through drugs because unlike smokers and golfers he didn’t smoke or played golf. Here it a paragraph from the book.

It was chilly. I thought about coming back to Stella’s warm bed or putting something on. Instead, I drew a bath and took three Talwins. Talwin is Vicodin’s younger but far more imaginative brother. As always, the erection it gave me could open doors, but using the pill for sex would be gross misuse. A few passages I wrote in the bathtub convinced me in their universal appeal. When the water got cold, I pulled the plug and sat in the empty tub waiting for grand thoughts to come my way. This eccentricity, I thought, warranted my future literary success just like Colette’s picking fleas from her cat before writing, or Victor Hugo’s writing in the nude, or Voltaire’s on his lover’s back, I was sure, warranted theirs. Cold, I filled the bathtub again and sat in it writing and thinking. I did write a few sentences, but their exact number along with their content drowned in the water when I finally fell asleep. I woke up in cold water when Stella was brushing her teeth with an electric toothbrush.

About Oliver Pearl

Age: Early Forties
Place Of Birth: At Sea
Physical Description: Reclusive, yet to be seen
Residence: South of France


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Guest Post: author Jeff LaFerney


Title: Jumper
Author: Jeff LaFerney
Released: April 25, 2013 from Tower Publications
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Today, I have the great pleasure of hosting a guest post from author Jeff LaFerney. A couple days ago, I posted an excerpt from his latest novel, Jumper. Jeff has kindly written a guest post discussing his writing process with time travel:

Time travel is hard to write. Seriously. Well, at least it was for me because I made the “mistake” of going on line to learn all about it. Yes, I read all about the Theory of Relativity. Einstein is smarter than me, believe it or not. I read all about worm holes and temporal paradoxes. I read all about the scientific “rules” of time travel—some geniuses have five rules; some have ten. All agree that to time travel forward is possible if a method of traveling faster than the speed of light can be devised, and time travel backward is impossible unless a time machine exists in the past. And no one can do anything that would alter the time continuum unless there could be alternate universes, which most clear thinkers say there couldn’t be. No one can go back in time and alter history because everything has already happened and alterations would have a ripple effect that couldn’t happen because events are already fixed in history.

But people love time travel, right? Creative thinkers—like writers…like me—think that the idea of time travel is all that matters. It’s no different than for readers who like aliens. If a reader enjoys the creative possibility of aliens, then they can enjoy the story. And who cares if there really aren’t fairies, vampires, unicorns, magic beans, Greek gods, super heroes, or talking rabbits? It’s just a story. And that’s why we can accept time travel in Back to the Future, The Terminator , Looper, The Butterfly Effect, The Time Traveler’s Wife, Star Trek, The Time Machine, and Timeline among dozens and dozens of other books and movies. Everything doesn’t have to be possible; the writer just has to make it seem possible.

So I spent lots of agonizing hours fretting anyway—of course. That’s just how I am. Finally, I settled on a mode of presentation. OF COURSE IT’S NOT POSSIBLE. As my wife became fond of saying, “It’s fiction. Time travel doesn’t exist. Do what you want.” Of course my story can be meticulously analyzed and found flawed. Of course it doesn’t meet every scientific principle, but it’s a story—made-up fiction to be enjoyed. And I think I did it in a way no one else has done it. I’m quite proud of that.

Instead of looking at time travel and time machines, I looked at time. And I made up a theory of how time exists on the spiritual plane. Then I created a time traveling “slinky” to stretch in and out of time and place, not because of a time machine, but because of a gift and because of a mission that was assigned to him by three angels who exist on a different plane than humans and understand time in a different way. It’s “explained” in the excerpt below as Cole Flint, the time traveling teleporter, has time explained by Perisa, a principality—an angel—after Cole learns of his abilities and his mission.

“This [time traveling and teleporting] is a lot to take in…even to believe. How is it possible?” [Cole asked.]
“Time on earth is perceived linearly. But that’s not how time really works.”
“Then how does it work? If all I have to do is picture where and when I’m going, I want to be able to visualize how it works too.”
Perisa smiled and stretched out a wire—where it came from was a mystery. “Do you recall how people once thought the world was flat?”
Cole nodded.
“They couldn’t comprehend how it could be round. But it was, regardless of what they thought. Well, people think of time like a timeline,” she explained as she stretched out the wire.
“But it’s really round?”
With a hand on the end, somehow Perisa fashioned the straight wire into a perfect circle. “Like this?” she asked Cole.
“Yeah…no beginning, no end. It sort of makes sense to me.”
Perisa giggled. “Well, that’s not how it is, Cole.” With a quick couple of twists of her hand, the wire formed into a coiled spring. “Time is more like this. No beginning or end, but all time is piled on top of each other. In the spiritual realms, past, present, and future are all happening at the same time.” She then pressed the spring with her thumb and compressed it into a solid piece of metal. “It’s not really a spring, though. Everything that happens on earth is happening on a linear timeline—at least it is to the people living here—but in the spiritual world, it’s all happening at the same time…except to you. You are the spring…sort of like a slinky. You rise out of time, stretch in whatever direction or time you want, and then settle back into the metal.” As she spoke, the “slinky” she mentioned rose out of the metal and dropped back into the visual aid, theoretically into a different time or place.
“I don’t know how you’re doing that, but thanks for the visual. You gonna give me the magic wire in case I have to explain things to the wonder girl?”
“What wire, Cole? There’s no wire,” she said as she held up her empty hands. “I know you have questions, but I need to say goodbye for now. I sense your anxiety…and sadness. You must deal with that in your own way, but please know that I will be watching…and please be careful.”

So Cole Flint, in an attempt to protect Hannah Carpenter from people who are seeking the Staff of Moses, the relic that Hannah is possessing, takes her back in time, and thus starts an adventure. In the process of transporting her in time and place, she keeps making contact with a grizzly bear and the King of Jordan. The adventure—WHICH I MADE UP—follows many of the rules of time travel—you know, those scientific “rules” about something that doesn’t exist? And some of the travels don’t follow the “rules,” leaving paradoxes. Yet, the end result is a mission is accomplished, a mystery is solved, and characters are involved in an adventure that is sure to be enjoyable to read. So relax; sit back and enjoy; and read another of the many varied tales of a time traveler that is impossible fiction but no more impossible than Harry Potter or Percy Jackson or Edward Cullen or Willy Wonka or Doctor Jekyll or Spock or Gandalf or the Incredible Hulk. It’s a story to be enjoyed—not believed. It’s an adventure to pique the imagination and to defy possibility. It is Jumper.

About the Author

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Jeff has been a language arts teacher and coach for nearly twenty-seven years. He earned his English and teaching degrees from the University of Michigan-Flint and his master’s degree in educational leadership from Eastern Michigan University. He’s been married to his wife, Jennifer, for twenty-six years. They have two college-aged children, Torey and Teryn. Loving the Rain is his first suspense novel in the Clay and Tanner Thomas series. The second, Skeleton Key, and the third, Bulletproof, are paranormal mysteries. Jumper is a time-travel, action/adventure. He loves competing at sports, connecting to good books, and creating words that make people laugh.