I’d like to welcome author, Helen Osterman, to my blog this week.
Helen Osterman lives in Homer Glen, a suburb of Chicago. She has five children and nine grandchildren.
She received a Bachelor of Nursing degree from Mercy Hospital-St. Xavier College and later earned a Master’s Degree from Northern Illinois University. Throughout her forty-five year nursing career, she wrote articles for both nursing and medical journals.
She is the author of the Emma Winberry Mystery Series:
The Accidental Sleuth, 2007, The Stranger in the Opera House,2009, The Elusive Relation,2011 Emma Winberry and the Evil Eye, 2012.
Locked Within, an Emma Winberry Mystery, July, 2013.
Notes in a Mirror, a paranormal/historical, 2009.
Song of the Rails, a love story, 2011.
Maker’s Mark, a cozy mystery. 2012
She is a member of American Association of University Women, Mystery Writers of America, and Sisters in Crime and The Authors’ Guild.
Emma Winberry is a supernumerary, extra, for the Midwest Opera Company. Her friend, Delia Armanetti sings in the chorus. Delia confides to Emma that she has misgivings about her son’s quick marriage. Emma has a sixth sense and her Guardian Angel tells her something is amiss.
Delia has a stroke during the rehearsal. Emma meets the daughter-in-law, June at the hospital. She is resentful of Emma’s concern. Emma’s suspicions ratchet up. Is she being overprotective of her friend? Or does June have a secret agenda − one that could spell trouble for Delia and danger for Emma.
From Michael Palmer, MD
Locked Within is a simply wonderful story written by an author who clearly knows our craft.
I had a great time with this book and recommend it to any reader who enjoys clever plotting and vivid characters.
Osterman is a nurse who understands what it means to care and be cared for. Her writing is scalpel sharp and much more intelligent than some of the cozies I have read.
Locked Within is fun and fascinating. Fans of my books will have a great time with it. Praise for Locked Within.
Bravo, Helen Osterman!
Michael Palmer, MD
New York Times Winning Author: Political Suicide
Here is an excerpt from Locked Within
Mike Armanetti sat with his arms on the table, his head hanging down.
“What’s the matter, baby?” June asked kissing him on the neck. “I’m here, remember?” Her long nails slid carefully down his shoulders.
He let out a sigh. “I know I’ve been neglecting you, Honey, but I’m so worried about my mother.”
“She’s in good hands at that hospital and I visit whenever I can.” She let the corners of her mouth pull down in an expression of concern.
“I know and I appreciate it,” he said sliding his arm around her and patting her backside. “The doctor said they’ll be transferring her to the rehab section soon. He said she’s making some progress but not as much as she should.”
He looked at his wife and thought for a moment. “When they discharge her, I’m thinking of having her move in here, with us.”
June’s eyes opened wide. “With us?” She swallowed hard then sucked in her lower lip.
“Don’t worry. It won’t be for a long time yet, but I want you to know that I intend to take care of my mother, even if I have to hire someone. She worked hard putting me through school and I won’t desert her now. Understand?” His expression indicated that the subject was not up for discussion.
She forced herself to smile, kissed him on the cheek, and walked out of the room.
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June sat in a chair in the living room looking out over the pristine yard. A man was mowing the lawn, another trimming the edges. She clenched her fists. Married less than two months and now I have to contend with a sick old lady. She remembered how she had to kick and scratch for everything when she was a kid. All the mistakes she made had cost her dearly. Now she had a chance at a real life, but this was not what she had bargained for. Mike promised her nice vacations, clothes, dinners in up-scale restaurants. She had no intention of playing nursemaid to his mother. The woman didn’t like her from the very beginning.
She got up and stretched. It was too soon to concern herself with such things. Maybe Mother D. wouldn’t ever recover enough to come home. He could always put her in a nursing home. But he would want only the best for his precious mother and that would cost a lot of money. She bounced her fists on the windowsill. She would figure something out, kill the old lady with kindness. For now, she would go shopping. She opened a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag. As the nicotine entered her blood stream, she felt instant gratification. She took another drag and another as she walked to the car.
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