Silicon Valley's Sharpest Detectives

Solving Silicon Valley's Finest Murders

A new romantic mystery series

Murder's on the menu ...but love takes the cake.

A Documentary Fiction

Vintage Murder Mysteries

It's the 1940's. Persephone "Percy" Cole bucks the odds as one of Manhattan's first female private detectives. Joining the ranks of other gumshoes such as Sam Spade, Lew Archer, and Phillip Marlowe, this five-foot eleven, full-figured gal has the same hard-boiled, take-no-prisoners attitude, but with a wicked sense of humor.

Hi, I'm Heather. I write mysteries

Heather Haven Here's some, fun exciting news! The Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries are now under option to be made into a series of television movies! You never know how these things go, but the fact that someone wants to turn my little family into a series of movies for television just makes me jump for joy. Also am writing the 8th book of the series, The Drop Dead Temple of Doom, hopefully out next summer. Check out the new covers on the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries page. They are just wonderful!

A year ago March saw the debut of Marriage Can Be Murder, the 2nd novella in the Love Can Be Murder Mystery Novellas. Lee Alvarez and Gurn Hanson, newly married, are the new Nick And Nora Charles of Silicon Valley, i.e. togetherness while solving crimes. I’ve continued this venture into the world of romantic suspense with Christmas Trifle, which debuted September 2019. Book One of the Snow Lake Romantic Suspense Novels, Christmas Trifle is set in the fictional ski resort of Snow Lake, Nevada. It's been called "A delightful romantic whodunit with holiday charm." Kirkus Reviews

Lucky me who gets to write all this fun stuff. I'm just having a ball!

I love a funny mystery and if it leans to the romantic side of life, I’m even happier. Most of the time when I read a book, I like it to be on the humorous or light side. If I want to cry, I can pick up a newspaper and read the real estate or financial section. Tears will spring to my eyes immediately. I also felt my mystery series had to include two important things: the recently immigrated, which is one of America’s natural resources, and the family unit.

On my About page find out my favorite books, the first mystery I ever read, and what kickline was singing when I met my hubby.

Or visit my blog below where I muse upon occasion.

Thanks,

Heather

I Can Deny Ellie Nothing

I Can Deny Ellie Nothing
I don’t say this entirely because I am a pathetic pet-owner who is owned by her cat. A large part is because I am pandemically housebound, haven’t started my blog tour yet for Casting Call, nor started writing my new Percy Cole book. And God forbid I should do some housework. Well, that’s not quite true. I did a load of laundry the other day. It sits in a basket in the living room waiting to be put away. But back to I can deny Ellie nothing. The other day I ordered her a pet stepladder to get on and off our California King bed. The bed has one of those Princess and the Pea mattresses. You know the kind, cloud-soft foam, several yards thick. The kind of bed where once you lay down not only don’t you want to get up, sometimes you can’t. You have to roll over...

Sheltering in Place – Day after day after day

Sheltering in Place – Day after day after day
Today I baked a cake, a banana cake to be exact. With cream cheese frosting. Covered with walnuts. Four hours of my life. Standing on my feet most of that time.  I’m bringing it to my mother-in-law because she likes it when people make cakes for her. The cake on the left is not mine. It comes from a stock photo. Mine is covered with tinfoil sitting on a shelf of the refrigerator, not looking nearly so neat. I don’t seem to be capable of frosting a cake without including the plate, the walls, the counter, and me. Regarding this venture, I felt baking a cake from scratch was a good idea at the time. I should have laid down until the feeling passed. In the middle of the third hour of waiting for the stupid cake to come out of the stupid oven, with a sink full of dirty...

Sheltering in Place – Day Who Can Remember

Sheltering in Place – Day Who Can Remember
Pickled Penning For the past thirty-eight years, I have been a Mrs. Even though I held a job, actually ran a department at Stanford University, hubby was a hotshot performer. Being with a rock and roll band, a jazz duo, and with other musical skills, he outshone me. That left people always asking, “what’s it like to be married to him? It must be heaven to hear his singing all the time.” Occasionally, I would step down from the perceived cloud, sit in the background, smile, ever charming and demure, ever appreciative of his many talents. And if I could help a little with the load-out after the gig, so much the better. Simply put, at times being his wife was pretty much my raison d’être. But through the years it changed. Now I am a published author with fans who actually spend their hard-earned money to buy my books,...

Sheltering in Place – Day I Have No Idea

Sheltering in Place – Day I Have No Idea
They say A Day Without Writing is Like a Day Without Sunshine. Actually, maybe ‘they’ don’t. Maybe nobody else says that but me. I know I’ve been paraphrasing something or other for so long, I can’t even remember what the original phrase is. A Day Without Wine is a Day Too Sober? Hmmmm. Maybe not. In any event, today I did no writing. That’s because yesterday I finished the rewrites given me by the content editor, Baird Nuckolls, for Casting Call for a Corpse. The wonderful image at right is not going to be the book cover. But it was done by friend and artist, Tricia Greenwood, and as the book cover for Casting Call… et al isn’t finished yet, I wanted to include this one in the meantime.   But back to the rewrites. There weren’t that many to do, hallelujah, and I was able to finish them off...

Sheltering in Place – Day Whatever

Sheltering in Place – Day Whatever
  I think I’ve been given the right name. Heather. I’m a delicate flower and a blooming idiot, often at the same time. It’s the perfect name for me. But I wonder about a lot of people who have weirder names.   In school, I used to know a kid named Graham. Not such a bad first name. But his last name was Cracker. He was a shy kid. I wonder where he is now?   Ima Hogg was known as “The First Lady of Texas.” Although it was rumored that Hogg had a sister named “Ura Hogg“, she had only brothers.     Moon Unit Zappa is an American actress and author. Moon Unit means a stupid person; an idiot. It’s no wonder she goes by Moon now. She has a brother named Dweezil.     I understand someone recently named their kid Mental Floss. Really? And they got to...

Sheltering in Place – Day Something or Other

Sheltering in Place – Day Something or Other
When it comes to my writing, I have a fire in the belly. Or maybe it’s acid reflux. It’s hard to tell sometimes. All I know is I finished writing Casting Call for a Corpse, Book 7 of the Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries, on Sunday night and now I’m itching to start the next novel.  Of course, Casting Call is not really done yet. A million unfinished bits of business needs to go into making it a “done” work. I can’t help but look forward to a new book, a new set of laughs and problems to give to my readers. Let’s face it. An author is a masochist with delusions of readership. Because isn’t that the end result, readers? Isn’t that what writing a novel is all about? Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a diary or journal? I’m asking a lot of questions for someone who creates questions and then...