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Monday, January 14, 2019

Essentially Yours by Aaron Paul Lazar Provides More Than Story...



Callie waved a yellow scarf from her pontoon boat and headed erratically toward my dock. The girl who’d been like a sister to me since I was thirteen had never mastered the art of steering. Matter of fact, she’d avoided getting her driver’s license for the past twenty years, and would probably never drive that old Buick her dotty mother left moldering in the garage. 
Shocked to see her outside, I waved back, then swam to the dock and scrambled up the ladder to avoid getting crushed by her two-ton vessel. I grabbed my towel, blotted water from my face and hair, and wrapped it around my new bright pink one-piece suit. I’d been nervous to wear it—I thought it made my thighs look big. But now I’d been caught, and I couldn’t get that towel around me fast enough. I watched the boat drift closer, shocked at my friend’s appearance. Her face twisted in despair...
Worried now, I grabbed the rope she tossed to me and secured it around a piling. The boat glided closer. She looked horrible, as if someone had twisted her insides and squeezed all her pain up into her eyes. Damn. Had someone hurt her again? Some people were magnets for bad luck, and my dear friend seemed to attract trouble like mosquitoes to wet skin after the rain. Last year, her Honeoye Lake cottage had been broken into. The jerks had cleaned her out and beaten her senseless. She still bore the scar on her temple where the bastards had bashed her with her avant-garde pink flamingo centerpiece. Yes. A pink flamingo. Not in her yard, on her coffee table. Draped with pink pearls and fake ivy. Don’t ask. And don’t look so surprised. 
My best friend cut a tragic figure, was pretty in a haunted sort of way, but I never said she had good taste. Of all the households in our quiet lakeside community here in upstate New York, her place was definitely the quirkiest. Callie switched off the ignition, and the boat miraculously nudged the dock with a soft thump. I quickly secured the stern and offered her a hand. 
“Honey, what’s the matter?” With a sob that sounded more like a hiccup, she heaved a big box over the railing and onto the dock, and climbed out after it. “You won’t believe this.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “Try me, Velvet.” Callie’s dark hair, delicate features, and big violet eyes used to remind me of the young Liz Taylor in National Velvet, thus the nickname. 
She choked and wept fresh tears. Trembling, she glanced fearfully around her, then locked eyes with me. “Marcie, I…” With another sob, she fell on my shoulder. “Can we go inside, please?” 
“Of course, sweetie.” I picked up the box and led her off the dock and up to the porch. Maneuvering backwards through the screen door, I got us inside and laid the box on the coffee table, then sat her on the couch. “Now. Spill it.”
...Callie looked at Ruby briefly and buried her head in her hands. “Okay. I… I can’t breathe. Marcie. Help me.” 
In seconds, fat tears soaked her cheeks. I pulled her toward me, trying not to stare at the box on the coffee table. 
“Callie. Honey. What is it?” 
She shuddered against me, then sat up and sighed, pointing to the box. “It’s from Sky. And I’m too scared to open it.” 
My throat almost closed. “What? When did it arrive?” I balanced the heavy carton on my knees. Battered and stained, it looked to have been around the world and back. Callie’s name and address were printed neatly on a label. There was no return address...
~~~

Essentially Yours 
Tall Pines Mysteries, #2


By Aaron Paul Lazar


I had missed a book from the Tall Pines Mysteries Series by Aaron Paul Lazar, and am certainly happy I discovered it! Thoroughly enjoyable story...but there was an extra advantage...The book introduces readers to essential oils which are used throughout the book to deal with various physical issues for characters... Interesting and helpful!

The characters in this book were quite intriguing, maybe more so than usual since each of the main characters had to deal with an issue beyond the main thrust of the story. This greatly added several dimensions for each that pulled readers into each individual story with sympathy, and perhaps empathy. For me, the book is definitely character-driven... for the most enjoyment...


Marcie, one of the main female characters, and her best friend, Callie, have lived on Honeoye Lake all of their lives. The story begins as Callie, a recluse, has left her home to visit Marcie. She is clearly distraught and when Marcie meets her boat, Callie immediately starts crying, clearly shocked. Marcie's mind quickly goes back to the tragedy that had happened to Callie, resulting in her seclusion, and whether something similar had occurred.   Callie is carrying a box and they head inside...
Callie shares that she had received a phone call, telling her that the box was coming and that her brother wanted her to have it.  Callie's brother had had been done for 18 years...
But Marcie was also shocked--Callie's brother, Sky, had been her first lover and also had felt deserted when he had disappeared...
Enter Quinn, Marcie's husband, who knew about Sky and was still jealous of that first relationship of his wife...
Why did I bring this up first, well, it's because it's fun to watch Quinn and Marcie as the story moves forward. Especially when Sky finally shows up and doesn't realize that Marcie was not still single and still in love with him--as he was with her...  Sure, Marcie had to be torn between her two lovers. Would this change her life dramatically? 
Aside from that romantic triangle, Marcie also learns that she's had another love pining for her all of her life...Quite a quandary...all the while that a great action mystery is happening!

Sky's box contain four major items... his knapsack from high school which contained a set of essential oils and a book on their use (we learn later that he has been researching, hunting, and developing plant-based remedies for most of his time away) a necklace made out of hemp with a small bottle that looked like another oil, and a small bag of emeralds with a memory stick...

It was obvious that Sky had sent the knapsack, and that he wanted Callie to have these items...but did that mean he was dead, in hiding, and what could each of these mean. They immediately tried to discover what was on the memory stick, but it was encrypted!

When Quinn came home, he was most excited by the essential oils, which he had learned about as a native american youth. He immediately started opening various bottles and studying the book that explained how each was/could be used...From the story, these oils seemed to be miraculous just as they were bottled. And Quinn estimated the value as very high... But how were they to know what these other items were and what to do with them...

Thankfully, they do think about security for the items, because it wasn't very long before the first break-in occurred. On Callie's side of the lake! First Callie's sister was murdered, and then Callie was kidnapped... A search continued in Callie's place. It was clear that somebody was concerned that they find what they were looking for. But what was it? The emeralds, the necklace or the memory stick...for certainly, the oils were available and would not be worth killing somebody for them, or were they missing something else?

Callie couldn't help but begin to think about her time with Sky. Had his time in the Gulf War resulted in changes...physically, to his mind? They knew Sky had served eight years, but then had disappeared, some calling it MIA. But Sky had called Callie just once with the short message that he was alive, but that he had to go underground for awhile... Now it was 18 years later... and Sky had not been seen by anybody in his family...

Quinn had foolishly referred to Sky as an idiot when he learned he had sent the box...Immediately Marcie had screamed that he wasn't an idiot. Fortunately, Quinn reacted in a calm manner, having realized his mistake--but that didn't stop him from beginning to wonder and worry whether Marcie would welcome Sky back into her life... And Marcie had always felt guilty because she had wanted to go to New York and had split from him...only to blame herself for his disappearance...

The memory stick had been left with Marcie, and she had been trying to figure out a password that Sky might have used; finally, exasperated, she tried Callie, who didn't answer her phone... But was even concerned enough when she didn't answer to get into her boat to go to Callie's home...

She got there and discovered Callie wasn't there... She went next door to her sister's house...and discovered her body... Marcie's first question was whether Callie had finally killed Willow, knowing that they were at each other all the time. By then, the police had arrived... Marcie learned that it had been Callie who called in Willow's murder, but Marcie was not satisfied that she had simply left the scene for something. She explained to Runyon, the female office in charge, that Callie was agoraphobia and would not have left her home...

Callie's dog, Beau, had been left in the house, so Marcie took the dog with her when she went back home... Even if the police were doing an investigation, Callie was going to discover anything she could on her own... She and Quinn had gone back to Callie's house, hoping to find things the police search would not discover...only to be arrested by the officer covering the crime scenes... They were cleared when Runyon came and were successful in discovering, a mood ring of Marcie's, Callie's Diary, both of which were not important to the case, but of value to Marcie in her search...

And Marcie knew where Callie might have gone, if she had gone alone...To Tall Pines and also to a small town near there where the box had first been mailed...
And the search begins, though the people in the area weren't talking... A major fire had occurred and they were all afraid...

Little by little, what was happening started to be discovered and they were fairly certain that the emeralds, though perhaps an extra benefit, wasn't what was being sought...

Fascinating and suspenseful in details of what happens, we learn, first, that Sky may be in the area, but that, he too, was scared and on the run... What was going on!?!

It's a page-turner from then on as, first, he begin searching for Sky...as well as Callie... while realizing that what was happening was much bigger than lost friends... And finally getting into the memory stick gave them, first, the name of a corporation and what was occurring... One local doctor did share that they should not trust any locals and recommended they call in the Feds...

Wow! Money, Power, and Greed seems often to be behind murder and many had been killed by the corporation behind the search...They had the staff and equipment and were only able to be matched by the FBI and their staff and equipment. Helicopter fights in the air are quite scary, not knowing who was in the 'copters! I loved the book and highly recommend to all... If you are already a fan of Lazar, and missed this one...do make it a must-read...you don't want to almost miss it, like I did!


GABixlerReviews


USA Today bestselling author Aaron Paul Lazar is obsessed with writing. He's completed twenty-eight books to date, and has earned twenty literary book awards. He writes mysteries, suspense, love stories, and more. You'll usually find him writing his heart out in the early hours of the day - preferably in the dark, quiet hours when no one else is awake in his bustling household. Visit his website at www.lazarbooks.com to sign up for a free book and to learn about future deals.

GET YOUR FREE COPY OF DEVIL'S LAKE AT WWW.LAZARBOOKS.COM! 

Aaron Paul Lazar wasn't always a mystery writer. It wasn't until eight members of his family and friends died within five years that the urge to write became overwhelming. "When my father died, I lost it. I needed an outlet, and writing provided the kind of solace I couldn't find elsewhere." 

Lazar created the Gus LeGarde mystery series, with the founding novel, DOUBLE FORTÉ, a romantic winter mystery set in the Genesee Valley of upstate New York. Like Lazar's father, protagonist Gus LeGarde is a classical music professor. Gus, a grandfather, gardener, chef, and nature lover, plays Chopin etudes to feed his soul and thinks of himself as a "Renaissance man caught in the 21st century." There are twelve books to date in this series.

The creation of the series lent Lazar the comfort he sought, yet in the process, a new passion was unleashed. Obsessed with his parallel universe, he now lives, breathes, and dreams about his characters, and has written twelve LeGarde mysteries in addition to four other series.

One day while rototilling his garden, Lazar unearthed a green cat's eye marble, which prompted the paranormal mystery series featuring Sam Moore, retired country doctor and passionate gardener. The green marble, a powerful talisman, connects all three of the books in the series, whisking Sam back in time to uncover his brother's mysterious fate fifty years earlier. (THE DISAPPEARANCE OF BILLY MOORE, TERROR COMES KNOCKING, and FOR KEEPS)

Lazar's books feature breathless chase scenes, nasty villains, and taut suspense, but are also intensely human stories, replete with kids, dogs, horses, food, romance, and humor. The author calls them, "country mysteries," although reviewers have dubbed them "literary mysteries." 

"It seems as though every image ever impressed upon my brain finds its way into my work. Whether it's the light dancing through stained-glass windows in a Parisian chapel, curly slate-green lichen covering a boulder at the edge of a pond in Maine, or hoarfrost dangling from a cherry tree branch in mid-winter, these images burrow into my memory cells. In time they bubble back, persistently itching, until they are poured out on the page."

In 2009, Kodak laid him off after 28 years of service, and during the year he had off (before he landed in his job with KB America) he had time to explore and reconnect with his environment. Little did he know that several trips to the Adirondack Mountains would reawaken his passion for that part of the country. A new romantic mystery series was started entitled Tall Pines Mysteries: FOR THE BIRDS, ESSENTIALLY YOURS, SANCTUARY, and BETRAYAL.

In between all the novels, Lazar published three short writing guides based on his many years of writing advice blogs, entitled WRITE LIKE THE WIND, volumes 1-3. These are available in eBook and audio book formats.

In his twenty-first book, Lazar has jumped genre. THE SEACREST: a love story, now winner of many literary awards, is poised to capture hearts across the globe. Book 1 in the Paines Creek Beach novels (set on Cape Cod), THE SEACREST also launched a series, and is followed by THE SEACROFT and THE SEADOG. 

When the news was filled with stories about the girls captured for ten years by that monster in Cleveland (you know who he was...), Lazar was compelled to write a book to honor the women involved. Thus was born the Bittersweet Hollow romantic suspense series, featuring award-winning DEVIL'S LAKE, DEVIL'S CREEK, and DEVIL'S SPRING. A new spinoff is coming soon, entitled THE ASYLUM.

The author lives on a ridge overlooking the Genesee Valley in upstate New York with his wife, daughter Allison, two little grandsons, two dogs, and three cats. With a total of six grandkids now, he finds grandfathering to be one of the most precious and important times of life, and spends as much time as possible with Julian, Gordon, Isabella, Christopher, Luke, and Joey. 

Lazar has been featured in many magazines and newspapers and has given dozens of radio interviews over the years.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Sanctuary by Aaron Paul Lazar Spotlights Native American Family in Unique Mystery!

With a sigh, I hiked up my flannel nightgown, slid into my UGG boots, and shrugged into my coat. “Come on, then. Let’s go.” I snapped on his leash. The wind-driven rain pelted my face, and Dak pulled me hard into the night. He didn’t head for his usual spot, but veered around the corner toward the lake. “Where are we going, pup?” Quinn still hadn’t put our bass boat away for the season, and I heard it rocking on the waves by the dock. The wind was stronger here, and I pulled up my hood. Dak, named for our beloved Adirondack Mountains, had a mind of his own. He dragged me toward the front door of our house. Just enough light was cast by the lamp in the living room for me to see the steps and not fall on my face. What I didn’t expect was to see someone huddled against the door.
I nearly screamed, but when Dak approached the figure, throat rumbling ominously, his growl quickly turned to puppy love. He began to lap the hand of our unexpected guest, his tail wagging madly. The girl moaned, looking up at me with panicked eyes. I crouched beside her, wondering if she’d partied too hard and gotten lost on the lake shore. In the dark, all the houses looked the same. “Hey. Are you okay?” She pulled into herself, as if hiding from me. “I won’t hurt you.” It was then I noticed the blood on her face, and the bruises on her wrists. “Come on. I’m taking you inside.” She let me 
help her up. The poor thing could barely walk. Slowly, with Dak wiggling between our legs, we made our way indoors.
I plopped her onto the couch, pulled back her hood, and peeled off her jacket. It was soaked through. The girl reminded me of my husband, or at least his Seneca Indian half. Thick black hair hung loose around her face, dripping wet. Dark eyes pleaded with me, but no words came from her lips. Blood and scratches streaked her coppery skin. A large purplish lump rose on her forehead. “Are you okay, honey?”
She shivered and pulled her feet under her. No shoes. No purse. Ragged jean bottoms. 
What happened to her?




The girl moaned and turned. Her hair slid aside
 to reveal her bruised face. Quinn dropped to
 his knees and took her hand.
“Oh my God. Kitty?”
 I looked at him as if he were nuts.
 “You know her?” Concern settled in his eyes
 and he looked her over, taking in her injuries.
 “Know her? This is my little cousin, Catori.
We call her Cat. Or Kitty.
She’s from the rez.”
I looked back and forth between them.
 He’d mentioned a few relatives when we
first were married, but he’d never contacted
 them. He’d left the reservation under
 a dark cloud. Although he never told me
 the details, I knew he didn’t want to go back.
~~~
Sanctuary:
A Tall Pines Mystery


By Aaron Paul Lazar




This Favorite author of mine is putting out so many novels, I'm unable to keep up!  I decided to take a small break and catch up...

Only that didn't work, I hadn't read this series before and the other book I'd received was a free-standing novel... Outstanding, of course but all new characters for me to learn about!
This picture is of one of the farms across the
 world use to grown the plants from which the oils
 are extracted.
“Don’t forget the oils. Bring all of them.”
 “Of course.” I rolled my eyes as if he’d
 said not to forget the cell phone.
My Young Living Essential Oils had
become an integral part of our lives.
 We’d need them to help Kitty heal.
 I muttered under my breath,
“Do you think I’m an idiot? I wouldn’t go
 anywhere without them. Geez.”
Quinn helped me maneuver
 Kitty back inside to keep her dry—or drier—
then dashed outside with my father’s .45
 steadied in one big, capable hand.
 I watched his turquoise eyes grow dark,
 his back firm, and his mouth settle
 in a resolute line. A part of me shivered
 with pride. And desire. Or maybe both.

~~~

This novel, I discovered, highlights a new find for the author-- the novel uses Young Living Essential Oils by a number of the characters in responding to a variety of health issues. One small comment for me was that each time they were mentioned the entire title of the oils was often used and at first seemed redundant until I realized that this was sure to have been required in gaining approval to use the oils as part of the story. But the reader soon gets used to it, and it definitely helps readers, in case they are interested like I was, to learn what was to be used for various issues... 

Marcella, who narrates the story, has been married to Quinn “Black Eagle” Hollister for eight years and they are still very much in love. However, Marcella is quite surprised when she learns many new things about his early life that he'd never talked about... Now he had no choice for his cousin, Kitty, had shown up at their door--hurt, cold and hungry, and running for her life!

And not talking...

Quinn explained that she could not talk but also mentioned the possibility that it was not a physical limitation. Marcella found that she began to feel very loving and close to her. Even though she was in her early 20s, Marcella quickly enjoyed mothering her in any way possible, including spending time to rub various oils into her skin for healing purposes.

Of course, Marcella had a loved one in her past which bothered Quinn as much; however, during this story, much happened that smoothed out that relationship...

Because they needed help from the Seneca Indians that were now chasing Kitty and breaking into whatever homes needed in order to find her! The first relocation was from their home to the Tall Pines cabin, which was soon discovered--they found later that Kitty's clothes had been rigged as a point for location...

And that's when the action and gun fights really begin! Relatives, new friends and old neighbors all joined together to help. Even one of the local cops, was involved up to the point she could be without giving up too many secrets... And there were many. They could guess who was involved, but they still had no idea what and how much Kitty had seen in order to be in such danger...

So while they were driving to one place after another, Quinn starting telling Marcella about his leaving the reservation, and why...


Usually calm as a lake turtle, his reaction stunned me. I rummaged in my bag and brought out my case of essential oils. I wanted to say, what do you know about this, mister? Instead, I offered him my bottle of Young Living Tranquil oil blend. “Here. Try some of this.” I handed him the slim lavender roll-on bottle of the Young Living Tranquil blend. Without skipping a beat, he uncapped it and rolled the oil on his neck and wrists. The van filled with the scent of lavender and cedarwood. I rolled some onto my own wrists, inhaled deeply, and felt the tight muscles in my chest start to relax. 
We didn’t speak for a few minutes. Finally, he started talking in a quiet voice. “I never told you the whole truth about why I left the reservation. I didn’t tell you, because I couldn’t face the truth myself.”
“What truth, hon? What are you talking about?” He sighed deeply. “Give me another hit of that oil, and I’ll tell you how I killed my mother.”

If I’d been driving, I would have pulled over and screeched to a halt. But Quinn just kept going. Sixty-nine miles an hour. Eyes on the road. Long-fingered, slim hands on the wheel.
“What the heck are you talking about? You didn’t kill your mother, she died of heart failure.” I waited for a minute, but he didn’t speak. “Didn’t she?”
“It was my fault.” “How could you make your mother have a heart attack?”
 “It’s a long story.” I touched his arm and he glanced at me with pain-filled eyes. “We have a four-hour drive ahead of us, Quinn. Why don’t you just start at the beginning?” 
He loosed another long, shuddering sigh. “Okay.” Reaching for his sunglasses, he steadied them on his face and readjusted his grip on the wheel. “She’d never complained about chest pains. Until I got interested in Birdie.” 
Birdie again. I braced myself. “Go on.”
“When I told her I was going on a date with Birdie, she flipped out. From the very first time, she’d grab her heart and say she was going to have a heart attack if I dated that girl.”
“Why? What was wrong with Birdie?” He shrugged. “Nothing I could see. Except she was from the wrong clan.” 
“What?”“We were in the bear clan, and she was in the deer clan. My mother had a thing against the deer clan. It was something about her mother’s father and a murder long ago. She’d never tell me the details, but her hatred of that clan seemed ferocious. She would hardly speak to them.”
~~~

For me, and I am sure for many of Lazar's fans, we love the family environment Aaron creates for us to enter into. He hooks us in, gets us emotionally involved with the lives of those characters who have become so real to us... and then puts them into dangerous situations, with secrets and mysteries surrounding them.  We are caught in this familial environment where we hold our breaths as danger comes close, panic when something new occurs, and then glory in the moments when all is again right in their world. This time, a very surprising ending was so heartwarming that you just may do as I did--share tears of joy along with the characters! Not every author so effectively folds his stories so meticulously, weaving natural emotions into a beautiful natural setting, and calling each of his readers to come home and find out what has been happening in his part of God's world... 

If you haven't read Aaron Paul Lazar, you are missing a world of love and family, working, eating, loving and, sometimes, fighting together...with always a mystery of some kind to be solved... I've loved every single story I've read from Lazar and always look forward to his next one, knowing it will be a unique, new story, but, still, with the comfort of being with someone you've missed, even though you'd never met them until Aaron has shared them with us...

This move into Native American characters, as well as the use of natural oils to help our lives in many unique ways was an excitingly different tale that I really enjoyed. Do check it out!


GABixlerReviews





Aaron Paul Lazar wasn't always a mystery writer. It wasn't until eight members of his family and friends died within five years that the urge to write became overwhelming. "When my father died, I lost it. I needed an outlet, and writing provided the kind of solace I couldn't find elsewhere."

Lazar created the Gus LeGarde mystery series, with the founding novel, DOUBLE FORTÉ (2004), a chilling winter mystery set in the Genesee Valley of upstate New York. Like Lazar's father, protagonist Gus LeGarde is a classical music professor. Gus, a grandfather, gardener, chef, and nature lover, plays Chopin etudes to feed his soul and thinks of himself as a "Renaissance man caught in the 21st century." This book has since be rereleased in 2012 as an "author's preferred edition," via Twilight Times Books.

The creation of the series lent Lazar the comfort he sought, yet in the process, a new passion was unleashed. Obsessed with his parallel universe, he now lives, breathes, and dreams about his characters, and has written ten LeGarde mysteries in eight years. (UPSTAGED - 2005; TREMOLO: CRY OF THE LOON - 2007 Twilight Times Books; MAZURKA - 2009 Twilight Times Books, FIRESONG - 2011, DON'T LET THE WIND CATCH YOU - 2013, VIRTUOSO - 2014, with more to come.) The author has just completed his twenty-first novel.

One day while rototilling his gardens, Lazar unearthed a green cat's eye marble, which prompted the new paranormal mystery series featuring Sam Moore, retired country doctor and passionate gardener. The green marble, a powerful talisman, connects all three of the books in the series, whisking Sam back in time to uncover his brother's dreadful fate fifty years earlier. (HEALEY'S CAVE, 2010; TERROR COMES KNOCKING, 2011; FOR KEEPS, 2012) Lazar intends to continue both series.

Lazar's books feature breathless chase scenes, nasty villains, and taut suspense, but are also intensely human stories, replete with kids, dogs, horses, food, romance, and humor. The author calls them, "country mysteries," although reviewers have dubbed them "literary mysteries."

"It seems as though every image ever impressed upon my brain finds its way into my work. Whether it's the light dancing through stained-glass windows in a Parisian chapel, curly slate-green lichen covering a boulder at the edge of a pond in Maine, or hoarfrost dangling from a cherry tree branch in mid-winter, these images burrow into my memory cells. In time they bubble back, persistently itching, until they are poured out on the page."

In 2009, Kodak gave him up for grabs, and during the year off before he landed in his coveted new job with KB America, he had time to explore and reconnect with his environment. Little did he know that several trips to the Adirondack Mountains would reawaken his passion for that part of the country. Two new books were written in that time frame, starting yet another mystery series, Tall Pines Mysteries. The first two combooks in the series, FOR THE BIRDS - 2011 and ESSENTIALLY YOURS - 2012 have been winning literary awards. Keep an eye out for SANCTUARY (2014), and MURDER ON THE SACANDAGA (2015), coming via Twilight Times Books.

In between all the novels, Lazar found time to issue three writing guides based on his many years of writing advice blogs, entitled WRITE LIKE THE WIND, volumes 1-3. These are available in eBook and audio book.

In his twenty-first book, Lazar has jumped genre. THE SEACREST - OCT 2013 -, a love story, is poised to capture hearts across the globe.

The author lives on a ridge overlooking the Genesee Valley in upstate New York with his wife, mother-in-law, two dogs, and cat. He finds grandfathering one of the most precious and important times of life, and spends as much time as possible with Julian, Gordon, and Isabella.

Lazar maintains several websites and blogs, was the Gather Saturday Writing Essential host for three years, writes his monthly "Seedlings" columns for the Voice in the Dark literary journal and the Future Mystery Anthology Magazine. He has been published in Absolute Write as well as The Great Mystery and Suspense Magazine.