RICHARD TYLER JORDAN has stumbled through the world with the kind of dumb luck that suggests he might have been Mr. Magoo in a previous incarnation. Born into an unsophisticated family ("They still don't know how to use more than one type of fork at dinner") he soon bolted to Los Angeles. The Walt Disney Studios saw potential in his enthusiasm (and naivete). "They were charmed by my rare blend of gullibility and a tireless work ethic and decided I was the missing puzzle piece in Walt's empire of dreams."Over the next three decades, Jordan was thrown into the meatgrinder of over 500 feature film publicity campaigns for what he sarcastically calls "movies even popcorn with extra butter couldn't save." To take his mind off the waste matter, he began penning what he modestly calls "novels." Literary gems like Breakfast at Timothy's, Overnight Sensation, Strangers in the Night, and Gay Blades raised more than a few eyebrows. Mickey wasn't thrilled about being the muse for Hollywood's latest potboiler either. "Who knew rodents were so sensitive?" To avoid any more awkward encounters on the Studio lot with judgmental anthropomorphic mice, Richard ventured into the realm of writing cozy mysteries with tantalizing titles like A Corpse in the Castle and Final Curtain, where the puns hit harder than Diana Ross's legendary temper tantrums, and the only thing sharper than his humor is his diva sleuth's knack for tripping over cadavers and unraveling the mysteries behind how they got that way.Now, in what he cheekily dubs "The sequel to my already enviable life," Richard lives in England with his dashing Irish husband in a 500-year-old cottage and a ghost that's more "meh" than "boo." He's embraced the art of castle-crashing (legally, of course). He loves nothing more than to visit ancient ruins and stay in castles-turned-boutique hotels. Richard Tyler Jordan is living proof that life can be just as amusing as a Hollywood rom-com. Send him a message to offer castle invitations, book club banters, or inquire about his ghost's latest antics. Just don't expect him to remember the details of those 495 forgotten Disney films.Read more about this authorRead less about this author