“A lush mystery with the underpinnings of a fairy tale shot through with magic and tragedy. Karen Hugg is the rare author who can blend wonder and suspense.”
–Emily Carpenter
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Welcome, I’m Karen and I write literary mysteries and thrillers inspired by plants. Plants are my passion. In fact, as I write this, I keep glancing out my window at my garden. Leaves of deep green, purple flowers, dark corners, and bright sunshine. It’s a wonderland out there and I try to render the awe of green creatures in words.
I especially love the idea of plants inside a city. Yes, the natural world of forests and fields and rivers and mountains is alluring but the trees, the shrubs, the perennials that grow amidst the concrete and structures of a stony, dense civilization … well, that’s truly a feat.
I believe it’s such a feat that I wrote a story about one such instance. The plant is the Violet Smoke and the city is Paris. It’s hidden in a little shop in Saint-Germain but more than one person wants to get it out of there. Does it ever? Well, the answer is inside my novel, The Forgetting Flower.
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Newsletter
Every month, I compile a digest about the latest books I’m reading, plants I’m growing, music I’m listening to, and my thoughts on Paris or travel. I toss in bits of writing advice and inspiration I’ve come across as well. Sometimes even a pic of a cute cat or dog (both mine and others).
Blog
I also post to my blog about once a week. I write about what I’ve been reading, interesting plants, Paris, the craft of writing, and what’s been inspiring me. Here are some of my latest posts.
- Why Pinterest is Fantastic for Discovering Your Brand
- The Easy-to-Grow Wonderful Hydrangea
- Lisa Barr Brings Energy and Sex to her New Novel
- Enter for a Free Copy of The Forgetting Flower Today!
- Death in Avignon, Murder in Provence’s Art World
September Giveaway
My cat Aleksy is giving away free The Forgetting Flower bookmarks while supplies last. Get one HERE.
Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening.
–Victor Hugo, Les Miserables