Michelle Ridlon was born and raised in Minnesota and began writing poetry and short stories when she was eleven years old. A voracious reader as a child, she could always be found at the library or a nearby lake reading a book. Michelle graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree from Bemidji State University of Minnesota in the field of psychology with a minor in criminal justice. She worked many years in a drug offender’s early release program and then worked as an in-home counselor for people with serious and long-term mental illnesses as well as teaching cognitive restructuring classes in the partial hospitalization unit.
She is the author of the Valenti series novels. Her first in the series, “The Feeding Path,” is available on Amazon and Smashwords. She is currently editing her second novel of the series, “Scent of Death.”
What's the story behind your latest book?
I have noticed in passing that some siblings, though raised in the same household, have different coping skills, habits, opinions, and levels of success. Through my years of being a counselor, I have learned that when siblings are abused, their reactions to said abuse can be completely different. This is the observation that inspired my book. I took a case of sibling rivalry and added steroids. The outcome was murder.
What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
When I write, it's very similar to visiting a different world. I am submerged in the story and see it as I would see a movie; I lose track of time, forget to eat, forget to grocery shop, and forget to sleep. It's a wonderful world to visit--the author has complete control over what happens. My joy is to visit this world where the characters live and breathe and everything makes sense to me. I get a bit melancholy when reality calls.
F.B.I. agent Joe Valenti and forensic psychologist Vicky O’Connell find another dead body that looks like Vicky. As women die, Vicky’s shocking past is exposed, while the serial killer closes in on her. Joe tries desperately to protect her, but Vicky wakes strapped to a chair in a hotel room. She looks into the killer’s eyes—they are the same color as her own. Sibling rivalry is such a bitch.