Author Spotlight: Rebecca Lee Smith

My mother named me after Daphne Du Maurier’s book, REBECCA,Âwhich I like to think of as a self-fulfilling prophecy. For years, I did a lot of theater but had secretly always wanted to write a book. Any book. I didn’t try until I was stuck at home with a five-year-old and another baby on the way. I needed a creative outlet to keep me sane–oh, boy, did I need an outlet—and it seemed like a sign that now was the time. I remember the first scene I wrote. It wasn’t very good, and I had no idea what I was doing, but it gave me a sense of accomplishment that fed my soul like nothing ever had. Since then, and several manuscripts later, I’ve been lucky enough to have had three books published with The Wild Rose Press (two romantic-suspense and a rom-cozy mystery). A MURDER AND MAGGIE MACGILLwill be my fourth.

I am a writer living in the beautiful misty mountains of east Tennessee with my husband and a dog named Wilbur, where the people are charming, soulful, and just a little bit crazy. I’ve been everything from a tax collector to a house painter to a stay-at-home-mom to a professional actress and theater director. I love to travel the world but my Southern roots and the affectionate appreciation for the rural towns I live near inspire the settings and characters I write about.

Years ago, I started out writing romance, which was fun, but a dead body always seemed to pop up in my novels when I least expected it. So I had to embrace the fact that I’m actually a mystery writer. And even though I enjoy creating the slightly humorous puzzle of a murder to solve, a little romance does tend to creep in from time to time because I always want to give my sleuth someone to love.

My novels are available on Amazon or can be ordered wherever books are sold. A DANCE TO DIE FOR (romantic suspense), A SHADOW ON THE GROUND (romantic suspense), THE HOUSE ON CROW MOUNTAIN(rom-cozy mystery), A MURDER AND MAGGIE MACGILL (rom-cozy mystery).

A Murder and Maggie MacGill Blurb

A chill skittered across my shoulders.

If Eli and my father’s suspicions were true, and Mrs. Grayson hadn’t died of natural causes, the person who had stolen the last weeks of her life might still be in Wrenhaven. They could be shopping for fresh corn at the farmer’s market, picking up their kids from daycare, popping into Sam and Dan’s Ice Cream Parlor for a peanut butter fro-yo with sprinkles. They could be going about their business, living their everyday small-town lives, flying directly under the radar.

Thinking they had gotten away with murder.