Joy and jealousy, p.24
Joy and Jealousy, page 24
part #10 of Isle of Man Ghostly Cozy Series
“Yes?”
“Mr. Donaldson asked me to deliver this today,” the woman replied. She handed Fenella a beautifully wrapped box. “Merry Christmas.”
“Oh, yes, Merry Christmas,” Fenella replied, feeling flustered. The woman walked away before Fenella could say anything further.
“Open it,” Mona said eagerly.
“I hope it wasn’t expensive.”
“Of course it was expensive. It’s from Donald. I can’t imagine how much of a bonus he’ll have had to give that woman to deliver it on Christmas morning.”
Fenella frowned. “He didn’t have to do that. I sent his gift weeks ago.”
Mona nodded. “Yes, after much debate about what to get him,” she said dryly.
The wrapping paper was thick and difficult to tear. Mona looked as if she wanted to grab the package and rip it open herself as she waited. The box inside had clearly come from a jewelry store. Fenella opened it and then gasped.
The long gold chain was a lot like the one she’d bid on at Christmas at the Castle, but the links were both heavier and much more intricate.
“There’s only one jeweler in the world who makes pieces like that,” Mona told her. “Donald will have had that made especially for you.”
“And it probably cost a fortune.”
Mona named a figure that made Fenella feel slightly dizzy. “Try it on,” Mona suggested.
“I can’t keep it, not if it cost that much.”
“You can’t return it. It was custom made. Besides, you love it too much.”
Fenella bit her lip and then slid the chain over her head. Mona was right; she loved it too much to even consider returning it. The phone rang as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“Merry Christmas,” Donald’s voice boomed.
“Merry Christmas,” she replied. “It’s gorgeous, but it must have cost a fortune.”
“It was worth every penny if you like it,” he replied.
“I love it,” Fenella said honestly.
“Good. I’m hoping you’ll be able to thank me in person soon. Phoebe has recovered enough to want to get out of here. We’re looking at moving to London early in the new year. That makes a quick day trip to the island a possibility.”
“I’m glad she’s doing better.”
“Yes, I am, too. She has a long way to go, but she’s already exceeded her doctor’s initial expectations. They don’t expect a full recovery, but they’re far more optimistic about the quality of life she’ll be able to have regardless.”
“That’s great.”
“And on that note, I have to go and spend Christmas with my baby girl. I’ll ring you soon,” Donald said.
Shelly was knocking almost before Fenella had hung up the phone. She admired Fenella’s new necklace, and then the pair got busy with preparations for dinner. Jack and Tim arrived a short while later and they all ate sandwiches and Christmas cookies for lunch.
Fenella gave Jack the small pile of gifts she’d bought for him, and he handed her a small box. Her heart skipped a beat as she took it from him. It looked very much like a ring box.
He smiled at her. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “It’s not an engagement ring, although I did consider that while I was in Buffalo. I’d have exchanged it for something else by now if I had bought you an engagement ring, though. As hard as it’s been to accept, I know we’re better off apart.”
Fenella nodded, feeling unexpected tears welling up as she realized that Jack meant what he was saying. They were really finished, and as much as that was what she wanted, it made her feel sad, too.
She unwrapped the box and found that it was, indeed, a ring box. The ring inside was quite unlike anything she’d ever seen before. The thick gold band had several things inscribed into it. She laughed as she recognized the Buffalo Bills football team logo. Next was the Buffalo Sabres hockey team logo, and that was followed by the logo of the university where she and Jack had met and worked together. The last symbol on the ring was a tiny outline of New York State, with a small heart marking Buffalo’s location.
“I hope that a little bit of your heart will always be in Buffalo,” he said softly.
Fenella found herself crying almost uncontrollably as she slid the ring onto her finger. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “It even fits.”
“I bought you a ring once before,” Jack reminded her. “I wrote down your ring size then.”
He’d bought her a thin diamond band on the first anniversary of their first date. It had been about five sizes too big, and getting it sized to fit had proven almost impossible. Fenella was hugely impressed that he’d not only made note of her ring size, but that he still had the note all these years later.
“I hope you really like it,” he said. “I had it made especially for you and I can’t return it.”
“I really love it and you can’t have it back, even if you want it,” she told him. “I hope it wasn’t too expensive.”
“I can afford it,” Jack replied.
The foursome played some cards and drank some wine together as dinner cooked. Fenella was just starting to pile things onto plates when Daniel arrived.
“I wasn’t sure you’d make it,” she said as she greeted him with a hug.
“George made it easy for us, really,” he replied. “I’ll tell you all about it after dinner.”
“That isn’t fair,” Shelly said. “Tell us now.”
Daniel compromised by sharing what he could while they filled their plates and then ate.
“When our patrol got to Hannah’s house, they interrupted an argument,” Daniel told them.
“George was there?” Shelly asked.
“Yes, George was there. One of the neighbors works for the local paper, so I’m not telling you anything you won’t read in tomorrow’s paper, by the way. He was taking notes from the house’s front garden when the constables arrived.”
“He should have rung the police,” Fenella said.
“His wife was on the phone with 999 when the constables got there, actually. Anyway, they separated Hannah and George and brought them both in for questioning.”
Daniel stopped for a bite of his dinner. “Take his plate away,” Mona hissed. “He can tell us everything and then eat. Food is overrated anyway.”
Fenella hid a laugh behind her glass of wine as Mona paced back and forth behind her.
“To keep the story as short as possible, Hannah confirmed everything you’d already told me, and then George confessed,” Daniel said.
“Confessed to Peter’s murder?” Jack asked.
“Yes. Apparently he intercepted the message announcing Peter’s return to the island and went over to confront him. He had Hannah’s keys as well as her phone, so he let himself in. He claims he didn’t go planning to kill Peter, but he did take a knife with him. George’s story is that when he found Dr. Grady in bed, he was enraged by the idea that the man was planning to take Hannah to bed. He claims he just lost his temper and lashed out.”
“Poor Peter,” Jack said.
“George had already told Hannah all of this before we arrived at her house,” Daniel added, “and the neighbor already had it all for his story.”
“They’ll sell a lot of papers tomorrow,” Fenella said.
“They sell the same number no matter what the headline,” Shelly laughed. “No matter how lurid the story, the island’s population remains the same.”
The others asked Daniel a few questions, but after a minute or two the conversation turned to other things. Shelly had brought a Christmas cake for dessert, and Fenella even tried a bite, but it wasn’t really to her taste. She filled a plate with Christmas cookies and then refilled it when everyone dug into them happily.
Tim and Jack insisted on cleaning up the kitchen and washing all of the dishes, jobs Fenella and Shelly were happy to get out of doing. With the chores out of the way, the little group took a walk on the promenade and then played more cards and drank more wine. Tim and Jack finally left not long before midnight.
“We’re going to the pantomime tomorrow,” Fenella told Jack. “I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m told it will be fun.”
“Pantomime?” Jack repeated.
“Imagine the retelling of a fairy tale,” Shelly explained. “With songs and dances, a man in drag, audience participation, and ice cream in the middle.”
Jack looked confused. “I don’t have that much imagination,” he said.
Shelly laughed. “Tim and I are sitting with you and Fenella. We’ll explain anything you don’t understand.”
Fenella let the two men out. Shelly was standing right behind her as she shut the door.
“I’m going to go, too,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Fenella let her out and then realized she was alone with Daniel. The little gift she’d bought him was in the spare bedroom, but she felt weird about offering it to him.
“I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, but here,” he said, handing her a small box.
“I have something for you, too,” Fenella said. She raced into the bedroom and grabbed the box. “It’s just a little something,” she told him as she handed it to him.
“Likewise,” he said nodding at the box in her hand. “You can buy anything you want or need, so I got you something I hope you’ll simply like.”
As he unwrapped his gift, Fenella opened hers. Inside the small box was a small round enameled box. Fenella lifted it out and studied it. The picture on the top of the box was of Castle Rushen. She opened the lid and found words in Manx printed there.
“It’s says Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,” Daniel told her.
“It’s exquisite,” she said.
“I thought you’d like it. The castle is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Fenella said.
Daniel nodded and then opened the box she’d given him. The leather driving gloves inside didn’t look anywhere near as expensive as they had been. Fenella had ordered them from the US in the hopes that Daniel wouldn’t realize how costly they’d been.
“They’re really nice,” he said, trying one on. “Warm and incredibly soft.”
“I’m glad you like them,” she replied.
“I should go. It’s late.”
Fenella nodded and then walked him to the door. He reached for the knob and then turned around. “What’s the story with you and Jack, then? Are you thinking about getting back together?”
“No,” Fenella told him. “Even he’s realized we’re finished.”
Daniel smiled. “That might be the best Christmas present I’ve had this year,” he told her. He pulled her into a kiss that made her forget about Jack, Donald, Christmas, and her own name. When he lifted his head, he winked at her. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” she echoed as he let himself out.
Acknowledgments
I truly appreciate my beta readers who help make each book better.
I’m always grateful to my editor, Denise, who corrects my mistakes.
Linda at Tell-Tale Book Covers designs the wonderful covers for these stories and I appreciate all of her hard work and dedication.
I’m especially grateful to my readers – you are why I keep doing this.
Kittens and Killers
An Isle of Man Ghostly Cozy
Release date: June 14, 2019
Police inspector Daniel Robinson wants help with another cold case, and Fenella Woods is always happy to assist. This time, it’s a fifty-year-old murder case that has captured Daniel’s attention.
With witnesses and suspects well into their seventies, working out what happened to Mabel Gross all those years ago is going to be a real challenge. When Winston, the neighbor’s dog, starts barking at a storage shed on the promenade, Fenella can’t help but fear that he’s uncovered a more modern murder mystery. Instead, she finds herself looking after an injured mother cat and a foursome of extremely active kittens.
Things are still somewhat awkward between Fenella and Daniel, but helping him with the case seems a good way to work toward a new beginning. Between looking after kittens and taking a class in reading old records, Fenella doesn’t have much time for investigating the murder.
Can Fenella help Daniel solve such an old case? It feels as if nearly everyone is keeping secrets. How can she persuade Mabel’s family and friends that now is the time to reveal all? And can she find good homes for the kittens and their mother before their antics drive her crazy?
By the Same Author
The Isle of Man Cozy Mystery Series
Aunt Bessie Assumes
Aunt Bessie Believes
Aunt Bessie Considers
Aunt Bessie Decides
Aunt Bessie Enjoys
Aunt Bessie Finds
Aunt Bessie Goes
Aunt Bessie’s Holiday
Aunt Bessie Invites
Aunt Bessie Joins
Aunt Bessie Knows
Aunt Bessie Likes
Aunt Bessie Meets
Aunt Bessie Needs
Aunt Bessie Observes
Aunt Bessie Provides
Aunt Bessie Questions
Aunt Bessie Remembers
Aunt Bessie Solves
Aunt Bessie Tries
Aunt Bessie Understands
The Isle of Man Ghostly Cozy Mysteries
Arrivals and Arrests
Boats and Bad Guys
Cars and Cold Cases
Dogs and Danger
Encounters and Enemies
Friends and Frauds
Guests and Guilt
Hop-tu-Naa and Homicide
Invitations and Investigations
Joy and Jealousy
Kittens and Killers
The Markham Sisters Cozy Mystery Novellas
The Appleton Case
The Bennett Case
The Chalmers Case
The Donaldson Case
The Ellsworth Case
The Fenton Case
The Green Case
The Hampton Case
The Irwin Case
The Jackson Case
The Kingston Case
The Lawley Case
The Moody Case
The Norman Case
The Osborne Case
The Patrone Case
The Quinton Case
The Isle of Man Romance Series
Island Escape
Island Inheritance
Island Heritage
Island Christmas
About the Author
Diana grew up in Northwestern Pennsylvania and moved to Washington, DC after college. There she met a wonderful Englishman who was visiting the city. After a whirlwind romance, they got married and Diana moved to the Chesterfield area of Derbyshire to begin a new life with her husband. A short time later, they relocated to the Isle of Man.
After over ten years on the island, it was time for a change. With their two children in tow, Diana and her husband moved to suburbs of Buffalo, New York. Diana now spends her days writing about the island she loves.
She also writes mystery/thrillers set in the not-too-distant future as Diana X. Dunn and middle grade and Young Adult books as D.X. Dunn.
Diana is always happy to hear from readers. You can write to her at:
Diana Xarissa Dunn
PO Box 72
Clarence, NY 14031.
Find Diana at: DianaXarissa.com
E-mail: Diana@dianaxarissa.com
Diana Xarissa, Joy and Jealousy
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“Mr. Donaldson asked me to deliver this today,” the woman replied. She handed Fenella a beautifully wrapped box. “Merry Christmas.”
“Oh, yes, Merry Christmas,” Fenella replied, feeling flustered. The woman walked away before Fenella could say anything further.
“Open it,” Mona said eagerly.
“I hope it wasn’t expensive.”
“Of course it was expensive. It’s from Donald. I can’t imagine how much of a bonus he’ll have had to give that woman to deliver it on Christmas morning.”
Fenella frowned. “He didn’t have to do that. I sent his gift weeks ago.”
Mona nodded. “Yes, after much debate about what to get him,” she said dryly.
The wrapping paper was thick and difficult to tear. Mona looked as if she wanted to grab the package and rip it open herself as she waited. The box inside had clearly come from a jewelry store. Fenella opened it and then gasped.
The long gold chain was a lot like the one she’d bid on at Christmas at the Castle, but the links were both heavier and much more intricate.
“There’s only one jeweler in the world who makes pieces like that,” Mona told her. “Donald will have had that made especially for you.”
“And it probably cost a fortune.”
Mona named a figure that made Fenella feel slightly dizzy. “Try it on,” Mona suggested.
“I can’t keep it, not if it cost that much.”
“You can’t return it. It was custom made. Besides, you love it too much.”
Fenella bit her lip and then slid the chain over her head. Mona was right; she loved it too much to even consider returning it. The phone rang as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“Merry Christmas,” Donald’s voice boomed.
“Merry Christmas,” she replied. “It’s gorgeous, but it must have cost a fortune.”
“It was worth every penny if you like it,” he replied.
“I love it,” Fenella said honestly.
“Good. I’m hoping you’ll be able to thank me in person soon. Phoebe has recovered enough to want to get out of here. We’re looking at moving to London early in the new year. That makes a quick day trip to the island a possibility.”
“I’m glad she’s doing better.”
“Yes, I am, too. She has a long way to go, but she’s already exceeded her doctor’s initial expectations. They don’t expect a full recovery, but they’re far more optimistic about the quality of life she’ll be able to have regardless.”
“That’s great.”
“And on that note, I have to go and spend Christmas with my baby girl. I’ll ring you soon,” Donald said.
Shelly was knocking almost before Fenella had hung up the phone. She admired Fenella’s new necklace, and then the pair got busy with preparations for dinner. Jack and Tim arrived a short while later and they all ate sandwiches and Christmas cookies for lunch.
Fenella gave Jack the small pile of gifts she’d bought for him, and he handed her a small box. Her heart skipped a beat as she took it from him. It looked very much like a ring box.
He smiled at her. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “It’s not an engagement ring, although I did consider that while I was in Buffalo. I’d have exchanged it for something else by now if I had bought you an engagement ring, though. As hard as it’s been to accept, I know we’re better off apart.”
Fenella nodded, feeling unexpected tears welling up as she realized that Jack meant what he was saying. They were really finished, and as much as that was what she wanted, it made her feel sad, too.
She unwrapped the box and found that it was, indeed, a ring box. The ring inside was quite unlike anything she’d ever seen before. The thick gold band had several things inscribed into it. She laughed as she recognized the Buffalo Bills football team logo. Next was the Buffalo Sabres hockey team logo, and that was followed by the logo of the university where she and Jack had met and worked together. The last symbol on the ring was a tiny outline of New York State, with a small heart marking Buffalo’s location.
“I hope that a little bit of your heart will always be in Buffalo,” he said softly.
Fenella found herself crying almost uncontrollably as she slid the ring onto her finger. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “It even fits.”
“I bought you a ring once before,” Jack reminded her. “I wrote down your ring size then.”
He’d bought her a thin diamond band on the first anniversary of their first date. It had been about five sizes too big, and getting it sized to fit had proven almost impossible. Fenella was hugely impressed that he’d not only made note of her ring size, but that he still had the note all these years later.
“I hope you really like it,” he said. “I had it made especially for you and I can’t return it.”
“I really love it and you can’t have it back, even if you want it,” she told him. “I hope it wasn’t too expensive.”
“I can afford it,” Jack replied.
The foursome played some cards and drank some wine together as dinner cooked. Fenella was just starting to pile things onto plates when Daniel arrived.
“I wasn’t sure you’d make it,” she said as she greeted him with a hug.
“George made it easy for us, really,” he replied. “I’ll tell you all about it after dinner.”
“That isn’t fair,” Shelly said. “Tell us now.”
Daniel compromised by sharing what he could while they filled their plates and then ate.
“When our patrol got to Hannah’s house, they interrupted an argument,” Daniel told them.
“George was there?” Shelly asked.
“Yes, George was there. One of the neighbors works for the local paper, so I’m not telling you anything you won’t read in tomorrow’s paper, by the way. He was taking notes from the house’s front garden when the constables arrived.”
“He should have rung the police,” Fenella said.
“His wife was on the phone with 999 when the constables got there, actually. Anyway, they separated Hannah and George and brought them both in for questioning.”
Daniel stopped for a bite of his dinner. “Take his plate away,” Mona hissed. “He can tell us everything and then eat. Food is overrated anyway.”
Fenella hid a laugh behind her glass of wine as Mona paced back and forth behind her.
“To keep the story as short as possible, Hannah confirmed everything you’d already told me, and then George confessed,” Daniel said.
“Confessed to Peter’s murder?” Jack asked.
“Yes. Apparently he intercepted the message announcing Peter’s return to the island and went over to confront him. He had Hannah’s keys as well as her phone, so he let himself in. He claims he didn’t go planning to kill Peter, but he did take a knife with him. George’s story is that when he found Dr. Grady in bed, he was enraged by the idea that the man was planning to take Hannah to bed. He claims he just lost his temper and lashed out.”
“Poor Peter,” Jack said.
“George had already told Hannah all of this before we arrived at her house,” Daniel added, “and the neighbor already had it all for his story.”
“They’ll sell a lot of papers tomorrow,” Fenella said.
“They sell the same number no matter what the headline,” Shelly laughed. “No matter how lurid the story, the island’s population remains the same.”
The others asked Daniel a few questions, but after a minute or two the conversation turned to other things. Shelly had brought a Christmas cake for dessert, and Fenella even tried a bite, but it wasn’t really to her taste. She filled a plate with Christmas cookies and then refilled it when everyone dug into them happily.
Tim and Jack insisted on cleaning up the kitchen and washing all of the dishes, jobs Fenella and Shelly were happy to get out of doing. With the chores out of the way, the little group took a walk on the promenade and then played more cards and drank more wine. Tim and Jack finally left not long before midnight.
“We’re going to the pantomime tomorrow,” Fenella told Jack. “I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m told it will be fun.”
“Pantomime?” Jack repeated.
“Imagine the retelling of a fairy tale,” Shelly explained. “With songs and dances, a man in drag, audience participation, and ice cream in the middle.”
Jack looked confused. “I don’t have that much imagination,” he said.
Shelly laughed. “Tim and I are sitting with you and Fenella. We’ll explain anything you don’t understand.”
Fenella let the two men out. Shelly was standing right behind her as she shut the door.
“I’m going to go, too,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Fenella let her out and then realized she was alone with Daniel. The little gift she’d bought him was in the spare bedroom, but she felt weird about offering it to him.
“I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, but here,” he said, handing her a small box.
“I have something for you, too,” Fenella said. She raced into the bedroom and grabbed the box. “It’s just a little something,” she told him as she handed it to him.
“Likewise,” he said nodding at the box in her hand. “You can buy anything you want or need, so I got you something I hope you’ll simply like.”
As he unwrapped his gift, Fenella opened hers. Inside the small box was a small round enameled box. Fenella lifted it out and studied it. The picture on the top of the box was of Castle Rushen. She opened the lid and found words in Manx printed there.
“It’s says Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,” Daniel told her.
“It’s exquisite,” she said.
“I thought you’d like it. The castle is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Fenella said.
Daniel nodded and then opened the box she’d given him. The leather driving gloves inside didn’t look anywhere near as expensive as they had been. Fenella had ordered them from the US in the hopes that Daniel wouldn’t realize how costly they’d been.
“They’re really nice,” he said, trying one on. “Warm and incredibly soft.”
“I’m glad you like them,” she replied.
“I should go. It’s late.”
Fenella nodded and then walked him to the door. He reached for the knob and then turned around. “What’s the story with you and Jack, then? Are you thinking about getting back together?”
“No,” Fenella told him. “Even he’s realized we’re finished.”
Daniel smiled. “That might be the best Christmas present I’ve had this year,” he told her. He pulled her into a kiss that made her forget about Jack, Donald, Christmas, and her own name. When he lifted his head, he winked at her. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” she echoed as he let himself out.
Acknowledgments
I truly appreciate my beta readers who help make each book better.
I’m always grateful to my editor, Denise, who corrects my mistakes.
Linda at Tell-Tale Book Covers designs the wonderful covers for these stories and I appreciate all of her hard work and dedication.
I’m especially grateful to my readers – you are why I keep doing this.
Kittens and Killers
An Isle of Man Ghostly Cozy
Release date: June 14, 2019
Police inspector Daniel Robinson wants help with another cold case, and Fenella Woods is always happy to assist. This time, it’s a fifty-year-old murder case that has captured Daniel’s attention.
With witnesses and suspects well into their seventies, working out what happened to Mabel Gross all those years ago is going to be a real challenge. When Winston, the neighbor’s dog, starts barking at a storage shed on the promenade, Fenella can’t help but fear that he’s uncovered a more modern murder mystery. Instead, she finds herself looking after an injured mother cat and a foursome of extremely active kittens.
Things are still somewhat awkward between Fenella and Daniel, but helping him with the case seems a good way to work toward a new beginning. Between looking after kittens and taking a class in reading old records, Fenella doesn’t have much time for investigating the murder.
Can Fenella help Daniel solve such an old case? It feels as if nearly everyone is keeping secrets. How can she persuade Mabel’s family and friends that now is the time to reveal all? And can she find good homes for the kittens and their mother before their antics drive her crazy?
By the Same Author
The Isle of Man Cozy Mystery Series
Aunt Bessie Assumes
Aunt Bessie Believes
Aunt Bessie Considers
Aunt Bessie Decides
Aunt Bessie Enjoys
Aunt Bessie Finds
Aunt Bessie Goes
Aunt Bessie’s Holiday
Aunt Bessie Invites
Aunt Bessie Joins
Aunt Bessie Knows
Aunt Bessie Likes
Aunt Bessie Meets
Aunt Bessie Needs
Aunt Bessie Observes
Aunt Bessie Provides
Aunt Bessie Questions
Aunt Bessie Remembers
Aunt Bessie Solves
Aunt Bessie Tries
Aunt Bessie Understands
The Isle of Man Ghostly Cozy Mysteries
Arrivals and Arrests
Boats and Bad Guys
Cars and Cold Cases
Dogs and Danger
Encounters and Enemies
Friends and Frauds
Guests and Guilt
Hop-tu-Naa and Homicide
Invitations and Investigations
Joy and Jealousy
Kittens and Killers
The Markham Sisters Cozy Mystery Novellas
The Appleton Case
The Bennett Case
The Chalmers Case
The Donaldson Case
The Ellsworth Case
The Fenton Case
The Green Case
The Hampton Case
The Irwin Case
The Jackson Case
The Kingston Case
The Lawley Case
The Moody Case
The Norman Case
The Osborne Case
The Patrone Case
The Quinton Case
The Isle of Man Romance Series
Island Escape
Island Inheritance
Island Heritage
Island Christmas
About the Author
Diana grew up in Northwestern Pennsylvania and moved to Washington, DC after college. There she met a wonderful Englishman who was visiting the city. After a whirlwind romance, they got married and Diana moved to the Chesterfield area of Derbyshire to begin a new life with her husband. A short time later, they relocated to the Isle of Man.
After over ten years on the island, it was time for a change. With their two children in tow, Diana and her husband moved to suburbs of Buffalo, New York. Diana now spends her days writing about the island she loves.
She also writes mystery/thrillers set in the not-too-distant future as Diana X. Dunn and middle grade and Young Adult books as D.X. Dunn.
Diana is always happy to hear from readers. You can write to her at:
Diana Xarissa Dunn
PO Box 72
Clarence, NY 14031.
Find Diana at: DianaXarissa.com
E-mail: Diana@dianaxarissa.com
Diana Xarissa, Joy and Jealousy
