I wrote my first book, The Death Contingency, when I was an active realtor. It became part of a seven-book series, the Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries, but when I was working on that first book, it was only a game for me, a puzzle to be solved, and an opportunity to right a few wrongs in dealings where I felt slighted or abused by the realtor on the other side of a transaction. You might say in addition to being a murder mystery, it was a revenge book.

Most realtors are nice hard-working people who care about their clients, but if you work in that business long enough, you come across people who aren’t. Writing a book outing some shady dealers promised to be satisfying.

 I assumed the people who read the book would be realtors holding open houses so it was designed to be read in small bursts during downtime between visitors. I thought if I carefully dropped clues about the identities of the real agents I turned into villains, astute fellow realtors would figure out who they were even if their names had been changed.

I was mistaken about that first book on many levels. It turns out most realtors don’t read books, or at least not mysteries written about their associates.  The few local realtors who did read my first book didn’t have any idea who I used as my characters even when it was incredibly obvious and it was great fun when they argued with me about the real identity of a character.

But based on the messages I received from realtors working in other communities, there must be many people out there who’s actions are similar because they’d say things like, “You never met Kathy from my office, but you sure nailed her.”

I always use the phrase, “This is a work of fiction. Unless specifically credited, names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.” It’s a lie.

I eavesdrop unabashedly. I freely steal snippets of other people’s lives to use in my books. The admonition, “Be nice to me or I’ll kill you in a book,” works for me. And that’s not all. Some of my best side stories come from writing about the foibles of others. (I’m not proud, though.  Sometimes I’m the one being parodied.) When I speak at book clubs or in front of audiences about the Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries, I always tell people that the murders are made up but the real estate stories, no matter how farfetched they seem, are real and happened to me or to an associate.

I have the feeling other writers do the same sort of things. The baker-protagonist writer has probably seen real flour-throwing incidents similar to the one she used to help her character escape from a killer. The yachting-protagonist writer may have watched an attempted drowning. The chef-protagonist writer has all those handy knives to work with not to mention flaming cooktops and opportunities to add poison to a dish.

Who knew writing murder mysteries could be so much fun…and so therapeutic?

For the longest time and in increasing numbers, people I meet at fairs and book shows have been asking if my books are available on Audible. I’m a paper book aficionado; I don’t enjoy reading on my iPad and would never dream of reading on a phone. Oh, I do listen to podcasts which are short and usually newsy regularly, but the only book I’ve ever listened to was “1776” read by its author, David McCullough. I found it mesmerizing, and even after a seven-hour drive home, I stayed in my car until almost midnight to hear the last few pages.

In the past year the pressure to make an audiobook has been increasing, but I still successfully avoided doing it. My neighbor Karan was the pushiest. “I listen to audiobooks every day,” she said. “Please, please, please do audiobooks.”

I’m a master at finding excuses for things that scare me. I’d say “I’m in the middle of writing another book and can’t think about audiobooks until it’s finished.” When a book was finished, I’d move on to, “I can’t do anything about an audiobook right now because I’m trying to promote my new book.” If I had free time I’d say “I’m a technophobe; I could never deal with audiobook production.” And, then there was always my personal favorite: “Hey, I’m just a poor writer who could never afford to pay Meryl Streep to read a book of mine.” (Not that she would anyway.)

On January 1st, I came dangerously close to running out of excuses.  At a New Year’s Day brunch my daughter-in-law’s brother mentioned he had been setting up podcasts and book readings and said he would be happy to produce an audiobook of “The Glass House,” the first book in my PIP Inc. Mysteries series.  Panic time. But then I remembered the getting a professional to record issue. Whew.

That final excuse soon fell, too. No, Meryl Streep didn’t agree to record a book for me, but I discovered listeners are often willing to let an author read their book to them. I learned a number of other things about audiobooks, too, things like what’s happening to their market share of books consumed each year. Statistics from 2024 stated there were 270 million audiobooks sold that year and 7.93 billion dollars in revenue was generated by eager listeners. The most shocking statistic was that listeners were increasing 15% per year. I’m not great at math, but even I understood the implications of numbers like that.

So, Karan, I don’t pretend to be an actress and the results of trying to do a male voice might be questionable, but per your demands, the book came out on March 13^th. Audible gave me a bunch of free codes and told me to give them to family, friends, fans, and anyone who would agree to listen to the book and promise to leave a review. The goal is to get fifty reviews; that’s evidently a magic number in Audible land.

If you are willing, please email me at nancylynnjarvis@gmail.com and I’ll send you one. At the very least, you can do more than read my posts. You can find out what I sound like.

The Glass House: A PIP Inc. Mystery (PIP Inc. Mysteries Book 1)

By Nancy Lynn Jarvis

I probably should connect more with Regan McHenry, the realtor-protagonist in my first series, Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries because Regan started out as me. But “Nancy” only made it until she found a body. I was so disturbed by that event that I had to put some distance between me and make believe. So, the truth is, I connect much more with downsized-out-of-her-Santa-Cruz-County-Law- Librarian position and newly minted private investigator, Pat Pirard.

It’s not unusual for my characters to start out as people I know. Starting with real people works well for me until I want a character to do something my real person wouldn’t do. Often, they refuse to do what the story demands quite forcefully. Rather than argue with my characters, I have learned the best way to handle the situation is to change their name so they will become more mailable and bend to my will, although sometimes not without an argument.

There are only two exceptions in my name changing strategy. The first is Dave in the Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries. The other character who has always retained her real name is Pat.

The real Pat is one of the most interesting people I know. She’s inquisitive, daring, friendly, resourceful, and curious, traits she retains in the books.  it’s fun to take some of her idiosyncrasies and incorporate them into my written protagonist. The real Pat giggles. In my books I say she sometimes giggles; the real Pat insists she never does. Both Pats, real and written, are incredible markswomen who always carry a 357 Magnum revolver with them, the real Pat in her purse, my Pat in the leopard briefcase she sports. Both Pats love bold jewelry and wear it liberally.

In the past, both Pats were the Santa Cruz County Law Librarian. The real Pat retired from that role and was happy to devote more time to the side hustle she had: being a PI. My Pat was downsized out of her job on her thirty-fifth birthday and had to become an unlicensed private investigator, not so much because she loved being a PI, but out of necessity to pay the bills.

The real Pat is confident about who she is and what she wants. Pat Pirard started out unsure about how to be a PI, struggled with deciding about a romantic relationship, and wondered if she could solve a case and get a paycheck before she and her pets, Dot, her Dalmatian, and her ginger tabby cat, Lord Peter Wimsey, got evicted because of non-payment of rent.

      In the series, time moves realistically with Pat getting her next assignment at the end of each book or immediately after the previous book ends. What Lucy Heard is my Pat’s sixth job and begins with her taking on a jury selection assignment, a role the real Pat has done but says was so stressful she will never do it again. My Pat, who has no experience with jury selection, reluctantly agrees to give it a try even though she isn’t looking forward to working with the famed attorney who has made her feel manipulated when she worked for him in the past. With each of Pat’s cases she’s been gaining experience and confidence and has learned to trust her instincts, but in this book, it feels like she’s starting over and will have to build belief in her abilities from scratch.

She accepts the challenge, though, and does a credible job with jury selection, happy to help because she believes the accused man’s bizarre story about how his fingerprints wound up on the murder weapon and why he was at the murder scene. The problem is that Pat sits in the courtroom and hears all the witness testimony which contradicts what the accused man told her. Self-doubt swamps her and she becomes concerned she’s helping a guilty man get away with murder.

She decides the only way she’ll be able to sleep at night is to solve the murder, something the police feel they’ve already done. After investigating and looking at things differently, she thinks she’s finally figured out what really happened. Unfortunately, her solution to the murder seems as far-fetched as the story the accused man told. How Pat tries to prove her thesis makes for some silliness and a few story kinks.

Thank goodness the real Pat approves of how my Pat solved the murder so I’m free to keep using her as a character and delighted to continue to bring a friend to the pages of mysteries.

In the course of my life, I’ve shared my home with four dogs, eight cats, and one dog in a cat’s body. I don’t know if that makes me a dog person or a cat person, all I know is that I live in the country where coyotes, mountain lions, and other dangers mean that to have a pet now I would need to take supervised outdoor walks with them which my knees no longer let me do. And it’s even questionable if that would be enough to ensure my fur-babies safety; one of the cats was taken in broad daylight in a lightning-fast snatch as she preceded my husband out to the back patio where he routinely enjoyed morning coffee while she enjoyed napping on warm sunlit bricks.

It’s not bad living petless in the country as I do, though. I share my country home with scurrying bluebelly lizards, hummingbirds that sip water as I sprinkle my garden, foxes who bring their babies to visit, ravens who recognize me and perform arial shows as synchronized as the Blue Angels, and even a bobcat who is so friendly she lets me sit outside with her while she baths. Those creatures are special, certainly, but I do still miss my dogs and cats and I have many deep recollections of their quirks, foibles, and some of the adventures we shared.

To honor them, I have found a way to keep those memories alive by introducing lost pets in my books. In my Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries series, Sophie and Granite are mentioned regularly and some of the other cats make cameo appearances.

But I decided that wasn’t enough for me, so when I began to write the PIP Inc. Mysteries series, I made my Dalmatian Freckles (she was part of a long line of show dogs and her official registered name was Dama Pecosa) my protagonist Pat Pirard’s Dalmatian Dot while my real ginger cat Lord Peter Wimsey became ginger cat Lord Peter Wimsey in the books.

Those of you who have shared your lives with furry critters know they all have distinctive personalities; it didn’t take much for me to use my pets as characters in the books. Freckles came to my rescue more than once. In my younger years, I worked in a small library that, except for one two-hour overlap, was staffed by one librarian. We were open nights and I often worked alone until 9:00. A man started coming into the library whenever there weren’t any patrons inside complaining about the heat. He would start to disrobe and suggest that I should, too.

I was told if I was ever in trouble I was to call the main library, identify where I was and tell the person on the other end, “Tell Mercedes her book is here.” That was code for call the sheriff and send help immediately. Unfortunately, when I tried it, all I got in response was, “Who is Mercades and which book do you mean?”

My two-hour job share person was married to a deputy sheriff who tried to stake out the library, but the disrober remained elusive. Finally, in desperation, I decided to take Freckles to work with me. The librarian on duty sat behind a high counter on a bar-height chair. I looped Freckles’ leash handle under one of the legs of the chair and told her to lay down. She behaved perfectly, mostly napping as patrons came and left. That is until the man came in.

I still don’t know if she picked up on a vibe from him or sensed my fear, but within seconds, she was on top of the counter, teeth bared, snarling at him, and tugging at the leash. He never came back.

Usually, she was a sweet dog. Neighborhood kids would ask if she could come out to play. I knew what she was capable of, though, and wrote her into “The Funeral Murder” as the hero/defender she was under her spotted coat.

Wimsey gets his due in the books as well. The live Wimsey was a defender of his harem and took care of and older, smaller male, too. I never doubted he would defend me should he need to, never mind how aloof he might seem most days. He got his chance to defend my protagonist in “The Funeral Murder,” too.

 So live on, my furry friends, as I get to remember you in more of the PIP Inc. Mysteries series.

    All the chapters of 2025 have closed and The End has been typed on the year, but you know what that means? It means we have a new year filled with mystery in front of us. What will it bring? I know it will bring a new adventure for private investigator Pat because I have an outline ready to be brought to the pages of the next book in my PIP Inc. Mysteries series, but that’s the only thing I know about 2026. The rest of the year is a mystery.

   Oh, there is some foreshadowing I can see already and some clues, too …unless they turn out to be red herrings placed in my mind to make me think I know what’s happening when I really don’t. I’ve been promising myself and others to record books in audio form and 2026 is the year it’s going to happen. I told myself I was going to do this in 2025, but managed to find a million excuses not to, which is why I’m putting audio books in the foreshadowing category.

   I certainly hope 2026 progresses like a good cozy mystery which, of course, means there has to be a murder by the end of chapter two, aka February, but I hope it will simply be the murder of crows noisily taking over the trees by my house and not a real one. Unfortunately, 2025 resulted in the loss of a couple of friends; I hope 2026 doesn’t.

   There will need to be an amateur sleuth to investigate the happenings. I guess that would be me, finding my way through the new year one day at a time without any idea what the next day will bring.

   There will need to be sidekicks, interesting characters who pop into the year to add humor and intrigue and to share the adventures the year will bring. I have many of those characters around me. They turn up with snacks to share at my house on Mondays, weather permitting, to sit outside snacking and sipping margaritas. On Thursdays, I meet others for coffee in the kirk house of the sole church in the community where I live. It’s not a church sponsored event so local gossip, politics, and costumes near Halloween are all encouraged. Some of the people who turn up there are so quirky that they have been known to inspire characters in my books.

    And of course there will be recipes shared in 2026. Like in so many cozy mysteries, food is a big deal in my years. I still love the cookbook I edited where 128 cozy mystery writers shared recipes from their books.

   So happy New Year to all of you. I hope your year is a cozy delight and ends with a great resolution where all mysteries and problems are favorably resolved.