Francie's life changes drastically when she and Sam trade their busy urban lifestyle for a tranquil house in the suburbs. Now she has the home she always wanted for her daughter. But Francie soon discovers things aren't quite as peaceful as they seem.
Is her new neighborhood really full of witches, or does it just appear that way because it's Halloween? Trick-or-treating this year leaves Francie with an abandoned baby on her doorstep, drawing her into someone else's web of fear and lies.
A murder sharpens her anxiety for the baby and its missing mother. Francie must cope with unforeseen stresses in her own little family while using all her wits to find a killer. If she fails, and perhaps even if she succeeds, at least one Christmas celebration in her picture-perfect neighborhood will be shattered.
An Awe-Struck Release
Home for Maureen Mackey is the towering firs and misty rains of the Pacific Northwest. Writing is her life-long dream, which first surfaced when she was in the third grade. She wrote an entire table of contents to a fairy tale, and then began writing the chapters only to get hopelessly mired in chapter four. Happily, she’s never gotten stuck like that again.
Born in Los Angeles, Maureen was raised in the San Francisco Bay Area and earned a degree in English from the University of California, Santa Barbara. While studying English literature and history, she fell in love with her future husband, a fellow student, and also 18th-century and Regency England, time periods she continues to enjoy researching and writing about. Determined to become a working writer, she obtained a masters degree in journalism from UC Berkeley, which led to jobs as a staff writer and freelancer for a number of magazines and newspapers. However, she found she couldn’t stay away from writing fiction.
She was encouraged when her first Regency romance novel, Lord Peter’s Page, won first place in the Top O’ The Trees novel writing contest. Another novel, The Forgotten Bride, was a finalist in a competition sponsored by The Beau Monde, a chapter of the Romance Writers of America. In addition to the two novels mentioned, Maureen has written three other Regency romances as well as a contemporary romance and a romantic suspense trilogy, all published by Awe-Struck Publishing, an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.
Currently, Maureen lives in Oregon, in a charming 105-year-old home in one of Portland’s historic neighborhoods, which she likes to explore with her dog. When she's not writing, Maureen gets inspiration from reading, going to the movies and working in her garden. She enjoys spending time with her husband and her two grown sons and their wives, and also keeps trying to improve her knitting and crocheting skills.
You can learn more about Maureen and her books at her website, www.MaureenMackey.com. You are welcome to subscribe to Maureen’s blog, The Regency Looking Glass. You can also follow Maureen on Pinterest and Twitter.
"CRY, BABY, CRY is an excellent book to read on Halloween Eve, which is exactly what I did! By a quirk of fate, I picked it up on that night and started reading. Could not put it down. Granted, the fact that it was almost Halloween helped contribute to the enjoyment, but trust me, this is a must read for any time of the year! CRY BABY, CRY is told from Francie's point of view, the mystery is fast paced and guaranteed to keep you totally engrossed. Sam, always in the background as he is wont to be, gives Francie advice just in the nick of time to solve the puzzle. The secondary characters are drawn well, and the reader begins to care for each and every one of them, even the villain.
"CRY, BABY, CRY is the third book in The Francie and Sam Mystery Series, which begins with BOUND BY BLOOD, a September 2000 release, and MARRIAGE CAN BE MURDER, February 2004. CRY, BABY, CRY stands alone, but I recommend you read the previous books for maximum enjoyment, and I urge you not to miss this cozy mystery, or the series."Diana Risso -- Romance Reviews Today
"When Francie begins looking more closely at their neighborhood, she wonders how she could ever have thought their suburb was normal. They live in close proximity to an organized group of witches, and even closer proximity to a couple who believe it is a divine duty to kill witches...for a book that melts sweetly in the mouth like candy..., CRY, BABY, CRY will do nicely."Joy Calderwood -- Reviewers Choice Reviews
"I don't want you going any further with this, Francie. Have you forgotten that one unfortunate girl is dead? And no one knows what has happened to Angel. I don't want you getting mixed up in this any further. And I certainly don't you attending any witches' meetings."
For a moment I couldn't say a word. What made him think that he could forbid me to do anything? Moving out to the suburbs had brought us more than a change in locale. Somehow we had turned back the clock on fifty years of social change as well. I was living in an episode from the "I Love Lucy" show of the 1950's. Sam might just as well have been Ricky Ricardo forbidding Lucy to engage in one of her crazy schemes.
Well, I was no Lucy, and he couldn't speak to me as if I was a child, either.
"Sam, I have to do this. I thought you understood that I have gotten personally involved."
"The police can investigate this," he insisted. "That's their job. It's not yours."
"And just what is my job?"
You might think that my husband, with his advanced academic degrees and inarguably great intellect would recognize a potential trap being sprung in front of him. But Sam plunged on, as heedless as any man might have been.
"Your job is to run this house and take care of Savannah. Oh, and of course, there's your technical writing work as well," he added as an afterthought.
I think I actually felt my blood boiling, or a similar sensation.
"Do you really believe that?"
I tried to stay calm, but my skin was very warm to the touch as I rubbed cream on my face, and my hands were shaking slightly.
"Yes, no, oh, I don't know, Francie. Perhaps I'm not expressing myself too well. I just don't want you getting hurt."
With that he kissed me on the forehead, then drew me into his arms.
I said nothing, but I knew my body wasn't yielding, as it normally did, to his. After a minute he let go and sighed.
"I didn't say anything when you went to Seattle to interview Angel's parents, even though I felt it was a needless risk for you to take. Enough is enough, Francie. Let this matter rest. Getting mixed up with occult practices is unlikely to solve anything, and it will just expose you to danger."
"From witches, I suppose. Sam, haven't you heard anything I've said over the past few weeks? Witchcraft, the way Maggie practices it, is pretty harmless. What isn't harmless is whatever killed Jessie. And if Angel is in danger--"
I swallowed hard.