From somewhere in chapter 8, I think… In the midst of sleuthing, Savannah meets a guy: I was in the process of locking the front door of the French Chateau when a bright blue Mini Cooper with white racing stripes zipped into the driveway and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. A young man Read More …
Here you go, a few pages from chapter 3: 3. No sooner had I kicked my shoes off and padded into the kitchen in my stocking-feet, than there was a knock on the door. I reversed direction and unlocked the door again, wondering what Todd had forgotten to say. Had he decided to come out Read More …
Here you go: the first four pages of Hot Property, Cutthroat Business mystery #2, for your enjoyment: 1. The first open house robbery took place on the second Sunday in August, just at the time I was busy apprehending a murderer. Before I go any further, I guess I should make it clear that I’m Read More …
Last year sometime, I went to a book club meeting with a bunch of ladies from Hillwood Presbyterian Church, who had been reading A Cutthroat Business for their selection that month. (Thanks again, Carmen!) One of them, a sweet little blue-hair in her sixties, made me mark this section of her book and autograph it, since Read More …
Pale green in color, with gleaming white gingerbread trim, and surrounded by velvety grass and masses and masses of flowers, the house we were visiting was another impressive Victorian confection, such as I envisioned Aunt Inga’s house might one day look like. The doorbell rang with a somber, tolling sound that reverberated in the recesses Read More …
