Eighteen years ago, a group of five women gathered in the sunny California desert to write and talk about writing. Over time, they bonded tighter than a new panty girdle and began calling themselves the Sun City Sluts (lotsa talk, very little action). None of them is willing to take the blame for the name, but despite an ongoing debate about changing it, it stuck.
The five friends grew as writers, and some published novels, short stories and poetry. Then, at one of their reunions in the desert, over a few glasses of champagne, they came up with the idea of collaborating on a mystery, penned by the Sun City Sluts, of course. The conception was easier than the lengthy pregnancy, and choosing a name set off grueling labor pains. The delivery was also an ordeal, but the book, Murder at Cape Foulweather by the Sun City Sluts, has been born and is doing well. In fact, the three sluts who wrote the book , are preparing for another pregnancy. Who says women never forget labor pains?
The sluts, by now a true sisterhood, took on the names of their characters: Roz Powell, Jamie Miracle, Ruby Jean Culligan, Babs Booty and Paige Woods-Heyward. Martha Miller (Roz), Marjorie Reynolds (Jamie) and Susan Clayton-Goldner (Ruby Jean), who live a few hundred miles apart, did most of the work through email, phone calls and the occasional face-to-face confab. They agreed on the storyline, each wrote chapters from the viewpoint of her character and each contributed to the scenes involving Babs and Paige. Marjorie compiled the various parts and edited the entire manuscript.
So what is Murder at Cape Foulweather all about (there really is such a place on the Oregon coast)?
The Sun City Sluts, fortyish, fast and full of hell, attend a writing workshop at a remote lodge on the Oregon coast, each hiding a secret they're afraid to spill. The first night, a destructive storm hits, all power is lost and one of their classmates, Orchid L'Toile, meets a fate they consider worse than death: bloody murder without adequate makeup while naked in the bathtub. They must find the killer or become victims themselves.
Their sleuthing takes a few wrong turns. Roz falls in love and Ruby Jean falls—off a cliff. Babs and Jamie reveal their secrets and Paige, with a plan, patiently knits. And knits. And knits. But the Sun City Sluts solve the murder, while living up to their creed: Men come and go, but girlfriends are forever.