Sunday, June 9, 2013

Bad Hair Life

By guest blogger Kate Carlisle, author of A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY

Award winning author Kate Carlisle spent over twenty years working in television production as an Associate Director for game and variety shows, including The Midnight Special, Solid Gold and The Gong Show. She traveled the world as a Dating Game chaperone and performed strange acts of silliness on The Gong Show. She also studied acting and singing, toiled in vineyards, collected books, joined a commune, sold fried chicken, modeled spring fashions and worked for a cruise ship line, but it was the year she spent in law school that finally drove her to begin writing fiction. It seemed the safest way to kill off her professors. Those professors are breathing easier now that Kate spends most of her time writing near the beach in Southern California where she lives with her perfect husband.

A lifelong love of old books and an appreciation of the art of bookbinding led Kate to create the Bibliophile Mysteries, featuring rare book expert Brooklyn Wainwright, whose bookbinding and restoration skills invariably uncover old secrets, treachery and murder. Find Kate online at

I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. It’s obstinate. Defiant, even. I coax it gently with conditioners and gels and flower-scented sprays and when it still refuses to behave, I torture it into compliance with a blow dryer and a flat iron.

I’ve had moments so frustrating that a seductive but scary thought has flashed through my head: shave it all off. Do it. Shave it.

Thank goodness for impulse control!

Much as my hair annoys me, I don’t think I’d look good bald. I cut my hair too short once, and for weeks I suffered every time I glanced in the mirror.

I admire women who are strong enough to brave the world without follicular protection. “Here I am, world, take me or leave me!”

In my latest Bibliophile Mystery, A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY, Brooklyn Wainwright’s sister Savannah does just that – moves through the world without a hair on her head. She owns a vegetarian restaurant in Dharma, in the Sonoma wine country, and she decided hair was not just unnecessary, it was unwanted.

Imagine being able to run a washcloth over your head and calling it done. No more cuts, colors. No more spending 20 minutes every morning trying to recapture the look from the salon. (Which never happens. Trick mirrors and sadistic stylists.)

Having no hair is less complicated, but it also means nothing to hide behind. In the past, Savannah had nothing to hide, but in A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY, all that changes. Savannah’s ex is murdered . . . and Savannah is found hovering over his body, a bloody knife in her hand.

She had motive for wanting the obnoxious celebrity chef to disappear forever, but so did a lot of other people. Baxter had more enemies than recipes. Unless Brooklyn can find the real killer, Savannah’s beautiful bald head will soon be sweating beneath the harsh lights of the SFPD interrogation room.

Would you ever willingly go bald? What’s your most embarrassing, most horrifying hair story?

(A Cookbook Conspiracy is available now at all online and brick and mortar bookstores everywhere! The Cozy Chicks thanks Kate for stopping by!)
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