Stefanie Stolinsky – Counterfeit Lottery

I’m proud to welcome author, Stefanie Stolinsky as my guest this week.

Stefanie Stolinsky, Ph.D. is a licensed clinical and forensic psychologist who is the author of ACT IT OUT: 25 Acting Exercises to Heal from Childhood Abuse, Praeclarus Press 2013 SECOND EDITION.  She is an internationally acclaimed expert and noted speaker on the aftereffects of sexual, physical and emotional abuse as well as posttraumatic stress disorder.  Dr. Stolinsky has taught training seminars in how to use expressive exercises to overcome the aftereffects of child abuse. She has also taught licensing examinations to candidates for both marriage, family and child counseling and for the psychology licenses.  She began her career as an actress in motion pictures, television and stage and created this unique therapy, combining acting exercises with psychodynamic psychotherapy (talk therapy) to help survivors of trauma peel back the onion of their abuse slowly and at their own pace, often able to use these exercises by themselves in their homes.   The first edition of “ACT IT OUT” was a best seller at New Harbinger Publications, Inc. for over nine years. Her short stories have also appeared in Sherlock Holmes Mystery Magazine #8 and she has won two awards for her short stories in Good Guy Publishing.  Dr. Stolinsky lives with her husband, a retired physician, in Los Angeles.

Counterfeit Lottery is a caper about an actress who inadvertently solves the mysterious disappearance of the Tanzanian diamond, a twenty-million dollar stone that has been  hijacked by an unusual suspect.  A movie script of this story is now in development for a film.

Here is an excerpt from Counterfeit Lottery:

“No, no, my agent’s dead?” I screamed into the phone. “I just signed with him last night. You’re sure he just doesn’t want me? Lily Handy. He called me Lil.”

“Yes, I know who you are, ma’am. He’s dead,” Sammy, Mr. McNulty’s trusted caretaker told me, sounding strained, but patient.

George, my husband, stared at me across the breakfast table, egg white dripping from his lips. He mopped it up with a paper napkin and continued to stare at me.

I listened to the voice at the other end carefully so as not to miss one word that might enlighten me, give me a clue why the first agent who ever signed me, Clovis McNulty, agent to the stars, was suddenly dead, and my shot at being the great all-American actress was fading yet again.

“How did he die?” I groaned.

“He was ninety-eight years old, ma’am. He just sort of up and died.”

“No, no one just up and dies. What is this, the old West? This is the twenty-first century, they have diagnoses. I mean I knew he was wheelchair bound when I met him last night — all those fuzzy brown blankets across his lap.”

“Well, if you must know, they discovered him in the shower. He had a cord around his neck.”

There was a pause. I took in the information.

Does this mean that I won’t get lines in “Caveman,” my series? I groaned again.

“You can come and pick up your pictures and resume any time, Miss Handy,” Sammy said with finality. He hung up.

I looked across the breakfast table at George and told him what Sammy had just said.

“How the hell did a man that age climb up on the stool, string the cord around the shower head, put his head into the noose and then jump off the stool?” I asked.

“Erotic asphyxiation,” George said, looking at me sympathetically.

“That is absolutely disgusting. He hung himself in the shower while — doing himself?”

George wiped his face and got up. “It’s usually kids that do that. But older people need sex, too. Maybe someone hoisted him up in the shower and he fell off the stool and got a concussion.”

George, always the optimist.

“Well, I’ve got to go, a big post to do today. Old man Brandauer, that guy that owns all those fancy ladies stores, was brought in last night. Autopsy will take most of the morning. I’ll get the blood work and the slides sent off today.”

George was the deputy medical examiner for L.A.County. He kissed me on the nose and put on his blazer. God he was good looking. I sat sipping my orange juice. I couldn’t eat. My mind was still on “float.” I watched him as he slid his stethoscope into his pocket.

Reviews of Counterfeit Lottery:

Side-splitting, laugh out-loud, zany fun. Edgy and satirically scathing. A major debut. — Bestselling author, Jon Land.

Some mysteries are exciting, some are intriguing, and some are amusing. Getting one is good, getting two is better, but getting all three is a rare treat. S. A. Stolinsky has managed to do just that in this riotous romp through a jewel theft. I hope this is the first in a series. — Irish Bob on Amazon.

Website: Also and Praeclarus Counterfeit Lottery is available on  And is also featured as an ACX audio book and on Kindle and Barnes and Noble.

Stefanie and I would love to hear from you, so please feel free to leave a comment.

About Evelyn Cullet

I write mystery romance and romantic suspense novels. I'm an avid organic gardener, and I play the piano. I have a spoiled Black Lab mix., Bailey, whom I adore. Visit my blog every Monday to discover new authors and their novels at:
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