Seedlings by Aaron Paul Lazar

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“You do not have to explain every single drop of water contained in a rain barrel. You have to explain one drop—H2O. The reader will get it.”
—George Singleton

Aaron Paul Lazar

Aaron Paul Lazar writes to soothe his soul. A bestselling Kindle author of 22 books, including three addictive mystery series, writing books, and a new love story, Aaron enjoys the Genesee Valley countryside in upstate New York, where his characters embrace life, play with their dogs and grandkids, grow sumptuous gardens, and chase bad guys. Visit his website at and watch for his upcoming release, UNDER THE ICE. Aaron has won over 18 book awards for his novels and finds writing to be his form of "cheap therapy." Feel free to connect with him on Facebook or his website; he loves to connect with readers.

SEMI-FINALIST Kindle Book Review Awards 2015
FINALIST Readers Favorites Awards 2013
SEMI-FINALIST Kindle Book Review Awards 2013, Mystery Category
GRAND PRIZE * FINALIST 2013 EPIC Book Awards  * FINALIST 2012 FOREWORD BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARDS * Finalist DaVinci Eye Cover Award 2013 * WINNER 2011 EPIC Book Awards, BEST Paranormal * FINALIST 2011 FOREWORD BOOK AWARDS * WINNER 2011 Eric Hoffer BEST Book, COMMERCIAL FICTION *Carolyn Howard-Johnson's Top 10 Reads for 2012 * 2X FINALIST Global eBook Awards 2011 * Preditors & Editors Readers Choice Award – 2nd place 2011* Carolyn Howard-Johnson’s Top 10 Books of 2012 * Winner of Carolyn Howard-Johnson’s 9th Annual Noble (Not Nobel!) Prize for Literature 2011 * Finalist Allbooks Editor’s Choice Awards 2011 * Preditors&Editors Top 10 Finalist  * Yolanda Renée's Top Ten Books 2008MYSHELF Top Ten Reads 2008  * Writer’s Digest Top 101 Website Award 2009-2012

Contact Aaron at aaron(dot)lazar(at)


Voodoo Summer (LeGarde Mysteries Book 11)
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VOODOO Summer by Aaron Paul Lazar

Every family has its secrets…

Summer, 1966: For thirteen-year-old Gus LeGarde, summertime always means Loon Harbor, his grandparents’ idyllic fishing resort on Great Pond. The season is a grand tradition of swimming, boating, and new adventures with his best friends, twins Siegfried and Elsbeth. But this summer, everything changes when a new lodge down the shore threatens the resort—and triggers a chain of events that will transform Gus and his friends forever.



The Seacroft (Paines Creek Beach Book 2)
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The Seacroft by Aaron Paul Lazar

The Seacroft: a love story

Falling for the wrong guy can be hazardous to your heart. Vivian Wood is desperate. After her beloved brother dies of a sudden aneurism and her mother develops Alzheimer’s, she needs a good job and a place to stay. She finds it at The Seacroft, a Cape Cod seaside mansion ruled by ...


Books by multi-award winning, Kindle bestselling author, Aaron Lazar:

DOUBLE FORTÉ (print, eBook, audio book)
UPSTAGED (print, eBook, audio book)  
MAZURKA (print, eBook, audio book)
FIRESONG (print, eBook, audio book)
TREMOLO: CRY OF THE LOON (print, eBook, audio book)
DON’T LET THE WIND CATCH YOU (print, eBook, audio book)
THE LIARS’ GALLERY (print, eBook, audio book)
SPIRIT ME AWAY (print, eBook, audio book)
UNDER THE ICE: COUNTERPOINT (coming soon 2015)
LADY BLUES: forget-me-not (print, eBook, audio book)
VOODOO SUMMER ( print, eBook, audio book)

The Disappearance of Billy Moore (formerly Healey's Cave) (print, eBook, audio book)
TERROR COMES KNOCKING (print, eBook, audio book)
FOR KEEPS (print, eBook, audio book)

FOR THE BIRDS (print, eBook, audio book)
ESSENTIALLY YOURS (print, eBook, audio book)
SANCTUARY (print, eBook, audio book)
BETRAYAL (print, eBook, audio book)


THE SEACREST (print, eBook, and audio book)
THE SEACROFT (print, eBook, audio book)
THE SEADOG (print, eBook, audio book)

BITTERSWEET HOLLOW Romantic Suspense Series
DEVIL’S LAKE (print, eBook, and audio book)
DEVIL’S CREEK (print, eBook, and audio book)
DEVILS SPRING (print, eBook, and audio book)


by Aaron Paul Lazar, author of the LeGarde Mystery Series.











Illustration © 2006 GinELF


November 2016

"Writing From The Heart " Copyright © 2016 Aaron Paul Lazar. All rights reserved.
Excerpt from Write Like the Wind volume 1 by Aaron Paul Lazar. Re-printed by permission of the author.

Write Like the Wind volume 1 by Aaron Paul Lazar


Writing From the Heart

My life has been replete with one-two punches. Actually, it's usually one-two-three. You know the old saying, "trouble comes in threes"? Well, sometimes I'm relieved when it stops at three.

It's par for the course, and I'm sure it is in your lives as well. The following example was no exception—but it sure was a rough one. I was reminded of the power of writing as therapy and distraction. I thanked God for it, once again.

Trouble #1: It started out with my wife's multiple sclerosis. It was another exacerbation, a really bad one this time. Mind you, she hadn't suffered massive flare-ups except a few times a year for the past ten. The Avonex had been working, doing its job of reducing the severity and frequency of exacerbations. But over the past year they had come closer together and with increased intensity. New symptoms, both mental and physical, have plagued her until it seems as if there is never going to be a reprieve.

So, the wintry week started out with the knowledge that we're going to have to change therapies. There are three current interferon-type treatments used now, and we were advised to switch to another called Copaxone. It requires one shot a day, as opposed to the weekly Avonex shot, but if it helps, it would be worth it. (Author’s note: now Dale’s on Rebif, yet another therapy.)

You'd think this would be a simple thing, right?

After three days of playing telephone tag, we finally connected with the doctor, and discovered we have to fill out a form (a paper form, not even online), mail it in, and get "registered." What? Yes, registered to use this new treatment. Then a nurse has to come to the house to retrain her on the injections, even though she was already trained.

Okay, so we took yet another deep breath and prepared to wait.

Trouble #2: The phone died. Fortunately, it was after we spent the past three days calling her doctors.

Both the downstairs and upstairs landlines went kaput. And I couldn't find my glasses to try to figure out what tiny little wires had come undone. We switched over to our cell phones, because what happened next made the week's usual troubles pale in comparison. Now, that wouldn’t have been such a big deal on its own. I can handle stuff like that normally. But then, the next thing went wrong.

Trouble #3: My mother-in-law, who lives in an addition on our home, is a sweet and loving woman. I adore her, she is a blessing to our home, and she drives my wife and daughter to the more routine local appointments so I can stay and work and not have to take time off.

Apparently the day before Thanksgiving, when she was expecting her son and his family to arrive any minute, she felt some pain in her chest. And it rose to her jaw a bit. And her arms hurt a little.

Yup. The alarm bells are ringing now, aren't they? “Call 911!”

She didn't. She thought it was probably heartburn, and let it go. And she's an old Yankee stoic who avoids the doctors at all costs and doesn't even like to take an Advil if she can tough out the pain.

Then it happened a few more times after Thanksgiving. She felt so tired, but couldn't figure it out. Must be that darned anemia. Must eat more meat, she thought.

When I got wind of this I told her she needed to be seen immediately. She promised, and the next day they discovered she'd had a heart attack. Or two. Or three.

We rushed her to the ER, a battery of tests were run, and it was determined that she needed an angiogram. The doctor said she probably had a blockage in one of her arteries.

By the way, when all this was happening, our microwave died (Trouble #4) and the water well pump switch kept misbehaving (Trouble #5). The kindly repair man from down the street (bless his heart, he's 95 years old and still working), tried to fix it a few times and ordered us a whole new tank and pump, since the old one was ready to go. So during this whole week we either had no water, or had to run down to the cellar to reset the switch. Mind you, when my wife's MS is bad, she can't walk reliably, so having her reset the switch was not in the cards.

I spent the evening with my mother-in-law at the hospital, while they stabilized her and prepped her for the angiogram by thinning her blood. Which caused uncontrollable bodily functions I won't detail here, but that humiliated the poor dear. She is a very private person. I helped her through it, and she got through the night.

The next day, after much waiting, they transported her via ambulance to one of the best heart hospitals in the country, Rochester General. Within an hour of her arrival, she was in the cath lab and on the table.

Mind you, the cardiologist told us ahead of time that she would likely need a stent and angioplasty. But there was a slight chance that she'd need open-heart surgery. The expectation was that the procedure should take no more than forty-five minutes and that we'd know within the hour.
My poor wife stayed home to worry (she couldn't walk) and I waited with my laptop and cell phone, trying to keep my wife's two brothers (who lived far away), my three daughters, and my wife apprised of the situation. It could have been a cell phone nightmare, but surprisingly, my battery held up.

I was so grateful for my laptop. I'd been alternating between reading Dean Koontz's Brother Odd (such an inspiration to all writers) and working on For Keeps, book #3 in The Green Marble Mysteries during the long waits by my mother-in-law’s bedside. But now I needed my writing more than ever. This was the turning point. I knew the risks were high for an elderly woman in her eighties. And what if...

I did okay for the first forty-five minutes.

I wrote two chapters, tried to ignore my rising fears, and allowed myself to be taken into Sam Moore's life. Poor Sam. He'd lost a loved one and was traveling back in time through the power of the green marble to try to fix it.

I kept thinking how I'd have “fixed things” if I’d had the chance. Would've got her to the hospital sooner had I known. Would've taken her right up to this hospital yesterday, had I known. Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. You know the way that goes, right?

An hour passed and I started to panic. An hour and a half. The cell phone they'd assigned me didn't ring. I kept checking it to see if it was dead. Hoping she hadn't had a sudden complication. Wondering how they'd tell me if she had. Would a doctor come out, instead of calling?

I plunged back into my story, wrote some more, once again amazed at the therapeutic powers of the process. Somewhat distracted and breathing more easily, I kept going and punched out another chapter. Life and death dramas occurred around me in that waiting room, and each time a family's cell phone rang, we all jumped.

After almost two hours, the phone rang. The nurse asked if the doctor had called me yet, and was suddenly full of apologies because he had “forgotten” me. My mother-in-law was fine. Finally, the doctor called and said she'd been about to have a massive attack. Two arteries were blocked 80% and 90%. But they'd cleaned them out and successfully put a stent in one.

I brought her home the next day in a raging snowstorm, where she subsequently rested comfortably in her own bed. Winter had definitely arrived, which was okay by me. And we were so grateful for this early Christmas present. We still had our dear lady, and it looked like she was going to be okay now.

The new water pump was installed, but curiously, we still had no water, and we were starting to run out of the supply in the tub that we use to flush the toilets. Our kindly repairman stuck around until 8:00 that night, trying to figure out the unexpected new problems. I finally sent him home and told him to get some rest, that things would seem clearer in the morning.

The mechanical problems were eventually resolved, water thankfully gushed from our pipes again, and life marched forward.

I still thank God for the therapy of writing, for the way it soothed my soul.

Uh-oh, more trouble’s on the horizon. Hmm. I think I'll go write a chapter.

(Remember, when life gets tough, take pleasure in the little things and write like the wind.)

Aaron Paul Lazar

Write Like the Wind cover artwork


WRITE LIKE THE WIND, volumes 1, 2, 3  (audio books)

Aaron Paul Lazar writes to soothe his soul. An award-winning, bestselling Kindle author of three addictive mystery series, thrillers, love stories, and writing guides, Aaron enjoys the Genesee Valley countryside in upstate New York, where his characters embrace life, play with their dogs and grandkids, grow sumptuous gardens, and chase bad guys. Visit his website at and watch for his upcoming releases, UNDER THE ICE (2015) and DEVIL’S CREEK (2015). Aaron has won over 18 book awards for his novels and finds writing to be his form of "cheap therapy." Feel free to connect with him on Facebook or his website; he loves to connect with readers!