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Blog Tour & Giveaway: Where the Bones Are Buried by Jeanne Mathews

Where the Bones Are Buried

by Jeanne Mathews

on Tour March 1-31, 2015

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery

Published by: Poisoned Pen Press

Publication Date: January 6, 2015

Number of Pages: 288

ISBN: 9781464203466

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Dinah Pelerin has finally put her life in order. Living in Berlin with her boyfriend Thor, she has landed a job teaching Native American cultures at the university. She’s never felt happier. And then her Seminole mother Swan shows up with a crazy scheme to blackmail a German tax dodger and dredges up a secret Dinah has kept hidden from the IRS and from straight-arrow Norwegian Thor, a former cop now with hush-hush international duties.

Germans harbor a century-long fascination with the American Wild West and American Indians. Some enthusiasts dress up as Indians and adopt Indian names. Like Der Indianer Club which has invited Swan to a powwow where she plans to meet her blackmail victim. Dinah tries to head heroff, but arrives at the scene too late. A man has been killed and scalped and Swan quickly becomes the prime suspect. Torn between love for her mother and dismay at her incessant lies, Dinah sets out to find the killer—hoping the killer doesn’t turn out to share her DNA.
But Swan isn’t the only liar. Everyone is lying about something. Margaret,Swan’s dead ex-husband’s former wife, come to the city with Swan. Dinah’s teen-age “ward.” Thor. Especially Dinah. Ghosts of Germany’s terrible history haunt Berlin while she faces exorcising a hateful ghost of her own.


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Chapter 1

Dinah Pelerin wasn’t used to waking up happy and it scared the daylights out of her. She pulled the blanket to her chin and snuggled close under Thor’s arm. They had known each other for almost ayear, but had moved in together just three weeks ago. With every passing day, her confidence grew that she’d made the right decision. She cared about him more than she’d cared about anyone in a very long time, but the people she cared about had a habit of turning into liars or dying. Thor was too honest to lie.

She said, “I wish you didn’t have to go. It’s not fair. I haven’t learned my way around the city yet and the only person I know besides you is the wacko across the hall.”

“You have a dozen Berlin guide books and street maps and Geert isn’t a wacko. He’s the resident caretaker. If the lights go off or the furnace dies, tell him and he’ll take care of the problem. Anyway, I’ll only be away for five days. Norwegian Intelligence can’t function without my unerring wisdom.”

“Can’t you send your unerring wisdom to them in an email?”

“I’m glad you’ll miss me, kjære, but I have my orders.” He looked at his watch and sat up. “I need to be at the Embassy in an hour. I’m picking up two diplomats who will join me on the flight to Oslo.”

“Just my luck to fall for alatterday James Bond, forever charging off to save the nation.” She placed a hand over her heart. “I could not love thee dear so much loved I not honor more.”

He kissed her in a particularly melting way, then rolled out of bed abruptly and headed for the shower. “Hold that thought.”

“You’re a tease, Thor Ramberg.”

“Like Bond, I leave them begging for more.”


He didn’t hear. The bathroom door snicked shut and she slipped on her robe and padded into the kitchen to make coffee. Rain pelted against the windowpanes and the pedestrians on the Niederwallstrasse down below carried umbrellas and wore their collars turned up like KGB operatives. Until the Wall fell in 1989, this street and the area for miles around was Soviet-dominated East Berlin. Since that time, the Germanys had reunified and Berlin had reinvented itself as the cultural and financial hub of Europe. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the KGB weather.

She shivered. If September was this cold and dreary, she didn’t want to think what winter would bring. But in spite of the gloom, she’d never felt so happy. It seemed that the stars had aligned and for the first time in living memory, every aspect of her life clicked perfectly. Thor was wonderful, her new job asguest lecturer on Native American cultures at Humboldt University was a plum, and the weather aside, Berlin was one of the most exciting cities she’d ever visited. She tried to put the thought of all this happy synchronicity out of her mind lest the gods grow jealous and snatch it away.

She brought in the International Herald Tribune, poured herself a mug of the local Einsteinbrew, and sat down at the kitchen table to read about the turmoil in Greece and Pakistan and Kenya. The world seemed fragmented, a jigsaw of violent factions that refused to fit together and fanatics willing to do anything in furtherance of their cause. She worried about Thor’s work carrying out counterterrorism missions on behalf of his native Norway. He’d almost been killed in Greece last June while investigating a ring of arms traffickers. She had encouraged him to go to law school or return to a less hazardous police job in Norway. But he was a patriot and he craved adventure. She had learned not to try and argue him out of his dream job as an international sleuth.

He breezed into the room in a dark suit and tie, bringing with him the ferny scent of Fitjar soap. With his deep brown eyes and almost black hair, he did look a bit Bond-like – a cross between Sean Connery and Genghis Khan. He was descended from the Sami people of Arctic Scandinavia and he loved cold weather as much as she hated it. He poured himself a cup of coffee and glanced out the window. “Museum weather. You should go to the Pergamon this afternoon. The Gates of Ishtar will start your anthropologist’s juices flowing.”

“It’s on my list.”

“And there’s a market in the platz with local fruits and vegetables and flowers.”

“I’ll check it out.” His tie didn’t need straightening, but she pretended it did, standing ready for a kiss that would have to last her for five days. “I’ll probably spend the day preparing for my first class. I know that most Germans speak English and the ones who sign up for my class will be fluent, but I don’t want to use too many Americanisms or too much jargon.”

“Most Germans under the age of fifty have studied English in school. Even those who say they speak ‘only a little English,’ can talk politics like a senator, which by the way is the German word for senator.”

He was so relaxed and reassuring. Too relaxed? She felt a frisson of superstitious fear. “You will be careful, won’t you? Don’t let the bad guys sneak up on you.”

“I’m off to Oslo, not Kabul.”

Her iPhone erupted in a concatenation of percussive plinking.

Thor took a quick swallow of coffee and set down his mug. “Answer your xylophone. I’ve got to run.”

“No, wait…” she turned toward the phone.

“I’ll call you.” His kiss landed in her hair somewhere in the vicinity of her left ear and he hurried out the door.

Frustrated, she picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Dinah, is that you? It’s your mother. Your friend Margaret and I are in the Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta waitin’ for our flight. What’s that number, Margaret? Here it is, Air France, seven seven-oh. Don’t we change planes somewhere, Margaret?”

“You’re coming here? To Berlin?”

“What? Good heavens, that’s too little for me to read, Margaret. Anyhow, we’ll be arriving this evenin’ at…what? Can that be right? All right, tomorrow evenin’ at eight-thirty at TXL, which we think is the name of the airport. If you can come get us and put us up for a few days, that’ll be just lovely.”

Dinah fought back a groan. “How long do you plan to be here?”

“That depends, baby. We have a little detective job we need you to help us with.”


Author Bio:

Jeanne Matthews was born and raised in Georgia. She graduated from the University of Georgia with a degree in Journalism and has worked as a copywriter, a high school English and Drama teacher, and a paralegal. She currently lives in Renton, Washington with her husband, who is a law professor.

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Tell us about your book. How did it get started?

Where the Bones Are Buried is the fifth of the Dinah Pelerin international mysteries. At the end of the fourth book, Her Boyfriend’s Bones, Dinah moves to Berlin to live with her lover, a Norwegian counterintelligence agent assigned as liaison to the German police. The bullet-riddled history of Berlin and its aura of murky intrigue provide an irresistible setting for murder. But during my research, I discovered a less well-known aspect of German history – der Indianer phenomenon. For over a century, Germans have harbored a fascination with the American Wild West and, in particular, with the untamed tribes who once lived there. Many have formed clubs in which they dress as Indians, adopt Indian names, collect Indian artifacts, and gather for drumming ceremonies and powwows. Some go so far as to live in teepees in their back gardens, sew their own deerskin clothes, and eschew all technology. The fact that Dinah is part Seminole, and a cultural anthropologist to boot, made this the perfect motif for the book. Given such a rich trove of strange-but-true material, all I had to do was weave in a murder.

How do you create your characters?

I wanted a main character around whom to build a series, a complex character with a troubled past, but one who would reflect my interests and somewhat irreverent sense of humor. She had to love travel as much as I do, but unlike me, she would be footloose and free to come and go as she chooses. I christened this semi-alter ego Dinah Pelerin. Dinah is an old-fashioned Southern name. Like me, she hails from Georgia, and Pelerin means “pilgrim” in French. From the beginning, I planned to take her on a pilgrimage around the globe. When I decided to make her part Native American, I thought that would give her an instinctive empathy for the indigenous peoples of the countries she visited. I had no idea that her Seminole background would become central to the plot of a fifth book.

What inspires and what got you started in writing?

When I was eight, I wrote my autobiography. It was short on incident, but my third grade teacher told me it had “flair.” I looked up the word and have aspired to write with flair ever since. My first attempt at a novel was the story of an odyssey across the U.S. in my VW bug from Atlanta to Seattle when I was twenty-one. There were numerous towns and adventures en route. I called the book “God If I Lived Here I’d Kill Myself.” Rereading it later in life, I could see that it had a little too much flair. My second effort, a murder mystery, followed my retirement from the paralegal profession. During my time working for lawyers, seldom a day went by that I didn’t fantasize about killing one. The novel inspired by that experience featured a dead lawyer on almost every page. Once again, it had a little more flair than the world was ready for. Eventually I lit on the character of Dinah, who has plenty of flair and a rebellious spirit, but she is strong and savvy. She knows how to keep her balance and her sense of humor and she can hold her own in any situation. As for what inspires me, I love to travel and I’m drawn to unusual customs, forgotten tidbits of history, and compelling mythologies.

How do you get your ideas for writing?

Besides traveling, I read extensively and I’m constantly finding amazing stories and circumstances that I never knew existed. As the wizard Merlyn tells King Arthur in T.H. White’s The Once And Future King, “Learning is the only thing that never fails…the only thing the mind can never exhaust…Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” I’m hooked on learning and I like to incorporate the things I’ve learned about other places and cultures in my books.

What advice would you give to other authors or those aspiring to be authors?

You don’t necessarily have to write what you know, so long as you write what you want to know. Write about something you’re passionate about, something you love reading about and research it until you feel as if you’re living the experience, yourself. If the subject doesn’t turn you on, if your enthusiasm doesn’t shine through in the writing, it won’t interest anyone else.


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