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The dog days of summer are upon us, and I’d like to entice you read my third novel, a cool drink of a novel set in moist Ireland in the spring. It’s Easter time in that world, time of quick rains, rainbows, and daffodils–and perhaps resurrection. Or perhaps not.

No sprinklers necessary over there! Unlike here; it feels like all I’m doing is watering the garden. Did you hear about the heat wave here in Portland? Yikes! My dog and cat seem to be enjoying the weather though.

In Path Into Darkness, Danny, my detective, faces a life-or-death decision in his personal life at the same time that he’s investigating a grisly murder of a local man. Not only that, he gets pulled into dark affairs of the Tate family when he learns of patriarch Nathan Tate’s connection to the murder victim.


“Alber’s third series outing is an atmospheric story of Ireland, filled with myth and darkness. The characters are as hard and mysterious as the land itself. Fans of Erin Hart’s dark Irish crime novels should welcome this series.”
— Library Journal (starred review)

“A dark, compelling mystery with numerous plot twists and well-drawn characters interwoven with an involving portrait of life in a small insular Irish village.” ―Booklist

“Heartwrenching … engaging … A haunting tale rife with gruesome murders and secrets, Path into Darkness shines.”
Foreward Reviews


Meanwhile, what’s going on in my every-day life? I recently spent a long weekend in Chicago, where my dad grew up and where his extended family still lives. I hadn’t seen my aunties and cousins in decades, and it was so great to see them. My dad died in 2001, so it was especially poignant to talk to my aunts–it was like my dad was still alive through them, in a way, because of their eerie resemblance to him in their mannerisms, facial expressions, arm gestures, ways of talking. It was kind of nuts, but in a good way, and I got teary-eyed (much to one of my aunties’ dismay–hah!).

The weather in Chicago was practically balmy (in the 80s) compared to the 105 degrees I came home to in Oregon!

P.S. This side of the family is where I get all my Irish from.