Ten crime writers of color, including yours truly, put our creative minds together to build, cozy, cold and chilling mysteries for you to enjoy with your warm coffee and Grand Marnier! Pre-order today and enjoy all ten. And for those of you who read my Sarah Doucette Jean-Louis Mysteries, join Sarah as she solves the…

They drew lines in the earth and called them countries and states Some can come in and some must go out. They say You want us to do that, but what do You say? I say, they don’t know Me. (photo credit: Ilana Beer for Burst) Did You know that they fight over this land…

Old school fathers in the Creole culture were traditional. Most believed their role was to work and provide, while women were tasked with home and children. It was a different time. But even with that, I remember my father pulling a dime from under my pillow as the tooth fairy. He was also Santa.  He…

Creole and Cajun traditions inspired me to use mysticism and humor in the Sarah Doucette Jean-Louis mysteries. Pushed Times, Chewing Pepper is FREE on Amazon Kindle, read it today! http://amazon.com/author/myrajolivet    

So I had to combine my culture with my passion for whodunits! Huge thanks to Linda Calhoun of Career Girls for this interview! https://www.careergirls.org/team/linda-calhoun/ http://amazon.com/author/myrajolivet www.facebook.com/MyrasCreoleMysteries/?ref=settings

  Take a listen:   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/myra-jolivet-featured-mystery-author/id1169308364?i=1000467210924

  “You can sing lead in the kiss my ass band.” My amateur sleuth has some similarities to me or my voice. Good? Corny? I’m not sensitive. Let me know what you think. Thanks!!

Centuries ago eyes were labeled the mirror to the soul. It is chilling and true. When I was a reporter doing frequent interviews, what I ‘heard’ from the eyes of my interview subjects spoke louder than their words. If you haven’t done it, take the time to look deeply into the eyes of another. Some…

This is not about my day jobs, though each of them required a creative mind. This is about my addiction to writing and (knock wood) selling murder mysteries.  When the nest emptied and I was rolling around in a house built to host dozens of kids, the silence was screaming. The man in my heart…

Not that I’m eavesdropping, but nearly everyday I overhear conversations or see faces that could wind up in one of my books. Years ago my writing coach suggested I buy small notepads to capture the inspiration. I like to find cool and unusual pads like the one in this photo. It’s my latest.  In this…