J.R. Lindermuth
This week I am delighted to welcome back J.R. Lindermuth, who is releasing his latest book, In Silence Sealed, this week - the eighth book in the Sticks Hetrick series. Would you please re-introduce yourself to my readers, J.R. and share something about your life.

After a bit more than 40 years as a newspaper reporter and editor, I retired to follow my dream of writing fiction. In addition to an uncounted number of short stories and magazine articles, I've since published about 16 novels, a non-fiction regional history and participated in a few anthologies.

What is your new book about?

Lydia, daughter of Swatara Creek Police Chief Aaron Brubaker, is accused of murdering her new boyfriend, stepson of a famous writer who recently moved to the area. Sticks, now a county detective, is determined to prove Lydia's innocence,

Do you always write in the same genre or do you mix it up?

Mysteries seem to be my primary genre, but I've also written westerns, historical fiction and non-fiction.

Would you like to give us a short excerpt from In Silence Sealed?

“My dad would have a fit if he knew I came here,” Lydia Brubaker said.
            Jason grinned. “What’s wrong with Vinnie’s? I kind of like the place, considering it’s where we spend most of our time.”
            Lydia felt his hand on her thigh beneath the table. She leaned forward. “It has a reputation.”
            “That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
            “It is when it comes to my dad.”
            Jason gave her another of those boyish grins that were among the things she found so enticing about him. “I’ve never dated a cop’s daughter before. Is he strict?”
            Dating? Lydia wondered if that was the right word for it. They’d been seeing one another for about two weeks now, meeting in bars here and over in Harrisburg and out at the diner on the highway where she’d always been the one paying for the beers and their food. Making out in their cars. Could any of this be classified as dating? Jason was attractive—well, sexy. No guy had turned her on the way he did in a long while. Still, it was more than a sexual attraction made her want to be with him. She couldn’t explain it, even to herself.
            “Lydia?” he said again and she realized he was waiting for an answer to his question.
            “He can be,” she said. “Mostly he’s a big pussycat when it comes to me. But there’s a limit to what I can get away with. For instance, being seen in this place.”
            Jason laughed. “What’s he gonna do—ground you? You’re an adult, aren’t you?
            “Of course. It’s just…”
            He leaned closer, his brown eyes peering into hers. “You know, that’s something I don’t understand. You make a pretty good buck, yet you’re still living at home with your parents.”
            “This from a guy who still lives with his mother.”
            “My case is different. We just moved here. And I don’t have a job.”
            His hands were both flat on the table again. Lydia regretted her remark. She reached across and squeezed one of those beautiful hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure you’ll find something soon.
            “My parents are pretty cool. They’ve insisted I stay with them and build up a good bank account before I go out on my own. Actually,” Lydia added and felt the heat of a blush she hoped Jason wouldn’t notice in the dim light of the bar, “I think they’re hoping I’ll meet somebody and get married rather than moving into an apartment on my own.”
            “I’m sure you’ve already had plenty of offers.” He squeezed her hand back.
            Lydia frowned. “None I’ve taken seriously.”
            “I’d like to meet your folks.”
            “Really? But I’m not supposed to socialize with yours. Like last week when I offered to come out to the farm and pick you up…
            Jason shook his head. “You don’t want to spend time with them. They’re the original odd couple. Besides, I like it better when it’s only the two of us.”
            Just then Lydia was jolted forward as someone bumped against the back of her chair. “Hey, watch it!” she shouted, twisting around.
            “Sorry, hon,” a seedy looking older man holding two mugs of beers in his hands said in apology. “I don’t think I spilled none on you.” He nodded at the two of them and continued on his way, weaving a staggering path toward another table to the rear.
            “Oh, great,” Lydia said. “Now I know we have to get out of here. That guy’s one of the auxiliary cops. If he tells my old man he saw me here I’m toast.”
            “Drunk as he is he probably won’t remember where he was by tomorrow,” Jason told her. He glanced at his watch. “It’s early yet. What say we have another beer before we leave?”
            Lydia sighed. “Against my better judgment.”  She opened her purse and handed him some money under the table. “Only because I like being with you, too—no matter where.”
            He grinned and took the money. “Feeling’s mutual, my lovely.”
            She watched him wend his way between tables, heading for the bar. Vinnie kept the lights low in this back part of the establishment, which provided some security for those who didn’t want to be noticed. And that covered a good part of the clientele, she mused. Glancing around, Lydia realized—unlike the serious drinkers up front—those back here included couples cheating on their spouses as well as some who sought out the dark because they were dealing or buying dope. She was in exactly the part of the bar her dad would object to most.
Will there be any more books in the Sticks Hetrick series?

As long as the ideas keep coming. I'm now at work on the ninth in the series.

I know you released Geronimo last year.  Are there any more westerns in the pipeline?

The Tithing Herd, a western featuring Mormons and rustlers, was released in July by Sundown Press. Another, yet untitled, western is nearing completion.

What do you do when you are not writing or reading?

An interest in pursuing my own family history sidetracked me into becoming librarian of my county historical society, where I assist patrons with genealogy and historical research. I also like to draw, walk, spend time with family and engage in other pursuits which spark my interest.

I know your son was about to acquire a short-hair pointer pup last time I interviewed you. Do you have any more pet stories for us?

Mike, my son, is in the process of training (or being trained by) Libby (Liberty Bell), his German shorthair pointer. She's smart, a bundle of joy, but, oh so energetic.  
What is the biggest factor for you when selecting a book to read?

In fiction, interesting characters and a premise that arouses my curiosity. Like most writers, I'm intrigued by many subjects. So my reading in non-fiction covers a wide field but especially history, science, art, biographies and books about exploration.

Do you have your own website?