This is my first blog post for my first book and I couldn’t be more thrilled to be here.
The Deep End is the first book in the Country Club Murder Series and is set in 1974 which means that my heroine, Ellison Russell, lives in a world most of us would hardly recognize. Women were still coming into their own. In 1974, women weren’t even roaring. Yet. They were struggling to find their place in their homes, in the working world and in the world at large.
Ellison Russell is an artist in an unhappy marriage - part of that unhappiness caused by her earning more than her banker husband. When she discovers her husband’s mistress’s corpse in the country club pool she knows she’ll become a suspect.
Of course, I wasn’t a suspect. Yet. I would be as soon as the detective with the nice brown eyes learned that the woman who found Madeline had a good reason to kill her. He’d find out. No doubt about it. Madeline and Henry hadn’t been discreet. Not remotely.
Getting caught in the coatroom at the club Christmas party was the rough equivalent of renting a billboard. Apparently rubbing Roger’s and my noses in their affair was part of the fun.
I gave it an hour before some helpful, civic-minded woman who spent her days playing tennis or golf or sunning called Detective Jones and told him all about it. I took a deep breath of air scented with damp grass and chlorine. “Madeline was sleeping with my husband.”
Ellison struggles mightily against her mother and her peers’ expectations of her. As much as it is a mystery, The Deep End is the story of her journey to strength.
Of course, Ellison didn’t struggle alone. Anyone remember this gem?
What commercials do you remember from the seventies?