Thanks for all the congrats on my new novel STANDING IN THE WHALE'S JAW from Tightrope Books.   I saw an image of a 15-year-old girl discovering a man hiding in a barn in the 1930s and deciding to keep it a secret.  Why was he hiding? Why wasn't she going to tell anyone? I had to know. I love the story that unfolded. Hope you do too!

Happy reading...

What's it about? Fifteen-year-old Elsa Byrd is on the verge of becoming a woman in the summer of 1935. It seems to her that, in a world run by men, it's more of a curse than a blessing. Elsa feels powerless when her father enters the tuberculosis sanitarium and she's forced to live on her grandparents' farm. When she stumbles upon a stranger hiding in the barn, it's a welcome diversion and keeping him hidden becomes her intoxicating secret. A dead girl is discovered floating in a dory and it quickly shifts from the kind of secret Elsa wants to hug close, to the kind she doesn't dare let out. Her mentor, Lavinia Twigg, joins the police investigation and Elsa's caught between silence and disclosure, trust and doubt, risk and fear.  

Excerpt:When Elsa had turned fifteen last summer Rose had announced that it was time for her to assume the mantle of womanhood with proper decorum.  Elsa had no idea what that meant, but it seemed to her, as Rose recited the rules that a decent young lady should adhere to in the company of gentlemen, that accepting the mantle of womanhood meant nothing more than saying one thing with a silly simper and meaning something different altogether. Elsa had turned to her father.
“Why can't I just be myself?”
“That's not the point.”  Hal was tall and angular, with a swathe of raven hair that kept falling over his eyes.  His voice turned low and shaky.  “All a man wants in life is a bit of peace. Just for once.”  Then he'd turned away, and resumed the horrid hacking cough that had plagued the apartment in Saint John for days, like a gale that viciously rattles every window and sets the teeth on edge--shoulders shuddering, chin jerking, every bone on his frame shivering as if possessed.  Later he stood, clutching the counter, gazing dumfounded at the thick red pool in the sink.
“Coughing up a ruby,” the doctor in the sanitarium had explained.  “That’s what we call it here.”  He had winked at Rose and Elsa as if it were a clever circus trick.
Elsa had stared at the fan, slowly circling overhead and had felt the warm, moist air, cleaved by the blades, rolling down and pressing upon her. Ever since they had arrived in the country a week ago, she'd tried to keep the peace. But she wasn't used to sharing an unfamiliar bed with her mother, who tossed and turned, taking up three-quarters of the feather tick. Elsa relieved her boredom by turning her mother’s blessed rules for assuming the mantle of womanhood on their head; the way she imagined Lavinia Twigg would have.

I’ll never squash my insides in a girdle.  I’ll wear pants and drink stout on the porch in broad daylight if I want to.

If a man looked at me like his eyes were butter melting on my skin, I’d smile and stomp on his foot.


A portion of each book sold is being donated to WORLD VISION'S TRAUMA RECOVERY CENTER'S for victims of child trafficking.


What's it about? When Brannagh’s boyfriend, Nikki, disappears on a bird count in Northern Ontario, she reluctantly returns to her home town, Saint John, for a childhood reunion.  Back in grade school, the all-girls club Tuatha-de-Dananns vowed to "protect one another's self-a-steam, forever and ever amen."

As Brannagh struggles to solve the mystery behind Nikki’s vanishing, she begins to suspect that someone is taking
the club's oath "to protect one another" too far...even to the point of murder.

Excerpt: "Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy Tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, marky tremblings that slunk out of corners on drizzly autumn afternoons..."

"A taut psychological thriller with more than enough mystery and rich characterization to keep us mesmerized...."  -Reader's Respite

This book is kind of a "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" for grownups. -Night Owl Romance


"Leveille is brilliant when it comes to building suspense. She drops little bombs, then waits several pages to spell it all out, which had me burning through the pages like crazy to find out what happens." -Diary of an Eccentric

"Sadly rich and beautiful writing."-Don Graves CANADIAN MYSTERIES The Hamilton Spectator.


Standing in the Whale’s Jaw is a swirling, twisting tale of intrigue. Two bright and daring young women weave through a cast of characters... to solve one great mystery and open their minds to a greater one. A thoroughly enjoyable read, it's a rollicking ride with many surprises along the way. -Linda Little Author of Scotch River

Kathy-Diane Leveille has set her story in a bygone place and time so vividly evoked that the reader is transported. Richly realized characters... -Trudy Morgan-Cole, Author of That Forgetful Shore

With its deftly crafted setting and a cast of characters who linger long after the last page, Leveille delivers. -Nadine Doolittle Author of Grey Lady

Standing in the Whale's Jaw
has it all: mysterious deaths in lonely places,the stirrings of first love, dabbling in spirit photography and ancient female wisdom. A real accomplishment. - Laurie Glenn Norris Author of Haunted Girl

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Her settings and characters—their hopes and fears, verbal and behavioral ticks, even their smells—are keenly observed and full of sensual presence. -The Globe and Mail

Roads Unravelling is a winding highway of quiet, still surfaces and yawning depths. Patrolling the flow are gape-jawed monsters and small glimmering pearls of real beauty. -The New Brunswick Reader

Dive into these stories, let their current take you. New Brunswick’s Kennebecasis is to Kathy-Diane Leveille what the Miramichi is to David Adams Richards—a harsh and lovely riverscape of the soul... A wise and stirring debut. Leveille's writing sings of heartbreak and redemption and the wicked dancing moments in between. -Carol Bruneau, author of Purple For Sky

Kathy-Diane Leveille portrays her travelling companions with clarity and insight. Her fiction is absorbing. Roads Unravelling is a great piece of Canadian literature. -Lesley Choyce Author of Seven Ravens: Two summers by the Sea

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