Deborah Sharp... Deborah Sharp...
Author of the Mace Bauer mystery series...
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Click book covers to read excerpts from all the Mace Bauer Mysteries, from Midnight INK Books:

Mama Sees Stars... Mama
Gets Trashed

Book #5
Mama Sees Stars... Mama
Sees Stars

Book #4
Mama Gets Hitched... Mama
Gets Hitched

Book #3
Mama Rides Shotgun... Mama
Rides Shotgun

Book #2
Mama Does Time... Mama
Does Time

Book #1



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    Deborah Sharp Bio
    HERE'S the short version, for reporters and other
    individuals with short attention spans:

    Deborah Sharp was a reporter for USA Today for nearly two
    decades. Given all the stories she wrote about killer
    sharks, rampaging alligators, and human evil-doers, it's a
    wonder she leaves her house.

    She traded the sad stories of the news business for
    the funny ''Mace Bauer Mystery'' series, set in a sweet-tea-
    and-barbecue slice of her native Florida. The series debuted
    with ''Mama Does Time'' (Midnight Ink, 2008). Mama's out of
    the slammer and into the saddle in Book 2, ''Mama Rides
    Shotgun'' (July 2009.) In Book 3, 2010's ''Mama Gets
    Hitched,'' Mama ties the sacred knot of matrimony . . . for
    the fifth time. And in No. 4, ''Mama Sees Stars'' (Sept.
    2011), a Hollywood movie company comes to little Himmarshee,
    Fla., and Mama gets her close-up ... with murder. The
    latest, Book 5, is ''Mama Gets Trashed,'' published in
    September 2013. Foul play and fetish gear in Himmarshee?
    Mama's blushing pinker than her favorite sweet wine!

    Deborah's Florida mysteries are funny, with a soft
    Southern edge: Think Carl Hiaasen on estrogen.

    She lives in Fort Lauderdale with her husband of more
    than 20 years, television reporter Kerry Sanders. No kids.
    No pets. They had goldfish once. Turned out badly.

    Her short fiction and essays have appeared
    nationally, and her humorous commentaries have run on NPR.
    She's been on the Today Show -- more than once! She's
    grateful for the chance to have chatted with Al Roker and
    other TV stars about her wacky Mama character, and the
    transition she made from journalism to novels.

    HERE'S the longer, first-person version, for people with way
    too much time on their hands:

    Like the main character in my "Mace Bauer Mysteries," my
    family roots were set in Florida long before Walt Disney and
    "Miami Vice" came to define the state. As a Florida native,
    and a former, longtime reporter for USA Today, I know every
    burg and back road. I've visited spots not found on maps:
    Molasses Junction. Muse. And now, Himmarshee, my own tiny
    slice of "Authentic Florida."

    Home to cowboys and church suppers, Himmarshee is hot, and
    swarming with mosquitoes. And that's about all it has in
    common with Carl Hiaasen's Florida. This isn't the state
    everyone thinks they know. To create it, I borrowed a little
    from the present-day ranching town of Okeechobee, and a bit
    from long-ago southern Florida, where I'm from.

    Not far from Ft. Lauderdale, in Davie, my daddy walked to
    town, leading the family's cow. A generation later, when I
    was a girl, my Quarter horse and I galloped over the same
    terrain. Dotted then with citrus groves and ranches, it's
    all interstates and strip malls now.

    The difference between Mace and Mama's hometown and mine:
    Himmarshee may be threatened by over-development, but I'll
    never let it be ruined.

    Born in Fort Lauderdale, I'm a middle sister - just like
    Mace. I went to elementary school at Southside, high school
    at Stranahan, undergrad at Florida Atlantic University (This
    was PF: Pre-Football, when the big campus sports were tennis
    and water polo). What a culture shock when I headed "up
    north" to attend the University of Georgia, home of rabid
    "Dawgs" fans and alumni, who return for football games in
    huge RVs with horns that toot out "Dixie."

    I earned a master's degree in psychology, and then switched
    to journalism, much to the dismay of my Ph.D. committee.
    Like most things in my life, it wasn't planned. The J-school
    was right next to the Psych building. One night, our vending
    machine ran out of my favorite lemon-cream cookies. I
    wandered across the courtyard in search of junk food, and
    found a new career.

    It was a good one, too, for more than 20 years. I started in
    1982 at the News-Press in Fort Myers, Fla., where I would
    have paid them to let me write all those articles about
    manatees and panthers, cops and courts. My favorite
    assignment: Writing about playing a zombie for director
    George Romero when ''Day of the Dead" shot on Sanibel

    My fellow extras praised my excellent lurching.

    A News-Press bonus: I met my future husband, TV reporter
    Kerry Sanders, covering damage to the winter vegetable crop
    in Immokalee, Fla. We both shivered in a pre-dawn freeze,
    waiting to see if the green peppers would turn into

    Kerry and I have been married since 1989. No kids, no pets.
    We had goldfish once. Turned out badly.

    After the News-Press, I moved to Tampa, Fla., in 1986.
    Gannett News Service gave me the chance to roam the state,
    writing features: The Strawberry King of Plant City. The
    Swizzle Stick Sultan of St. Pete. And, to prove it wasn't
    all a giggle, the haunted life of the sole survivor of the
    Sunshine Skyway Bridge collapse.

    Then, in 1991, it was back to my hometown of Fort
    Lauderdale. Kerry landed a job with NBC in neighboring
    Miami. The occasional stories I'd been writing for Gannett-
    owned USA Today became a flood. Miami may be crazy, but what
    a news town! Riots. Murdered tourists. Hurricanes. Elian. I
    kept busy, traveling over Florida and the south, racking up

    And then, 9/11. So much death and destruction. So much
    changed. Anthrax. Terrorism. Wars. I felt sad all the time,
    interviewing people who had lost so much. One of my last
    assignments for the paper was to profile soldiers killed in
    battle. Grieving parents; spouses; kids. My 50th birthday
    rolled around, and I decided I couldn't do it anymore.
    Life's too short, as they say, and I'd seen over and over
    the truth of that.

    So, mystery-writing beckoned: A world where I could punish
    the bad and reward the good; where I get to say how the
    stories turn out. And not thrillers or dark suspense or
    serial killers stalking women. I chose to write light, funny
    mysteries--which basically means very little blood and
    nobody gets autopsied. And, I throw in some romance, too.

    MAMA SEES STARS, and MAMA GETS TRASHED are traditional
    mysteries with a comic, Southern edge. Agatha Christie, if
    she had a couple of cousins named Bubba. Mama, married five
    times, wears sherbet-colored pantsuits and performs beauty
    parlor aromatherapy at Hair Today Dyed Tomorrow.

    Now, I don't care who you are, as Larry the Cable Guy would
    say, that's funny!

    And don't we all need a laugh now and then?

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