You can take the girl out of the Jersey shore, but you can’t take the shore out of…
Wait a second! This doesn’t apply. I never moved out of Jersey, and I still spend my summer vacations at the beach. Ever since I was a little girl, my parents vacationed at the Jersey shore. I’ve built sandcastles and boogie boarded in Cape May, Wildwood Crest, Ocean City, and Atlantic City. I’ve walked the boardwalk, ridden the boardwalk Ferris wheel and rollercoasters, and ate the best tasting pizza and custard. And I still go. Only now I take my husband and my two girls.
When I thought of where to set my Mediterranean Mystery Series, I pictured my fictitious small town of Ocean Crest at the Jersey shore. The name is a combination of Ocean City and Wildwood Crest—two of my favorite shore towns. As I wrote the scenes, I heard the seagulls squawking and pictured them circling above the beach. I heard the sounds of the ocean waves, felt the sand between my toes, and imagined the brilliant Ferris wheel on the boardwalk pier. I pictured myself in Ocean Crest—minus the murders, of course!
xoxo,
Tina