An Amish Mystery story. A good plot. A VERY good plot. So why the 3 stars? Because the editing of the book was weak. Ms. Flower knows her way around grammar -- that was NOT the problem.The problem is continuity. She would bring up a situation and drop in an action where it was not explained. For ...
India Hayes is an artist who makes her living as a campus librarian in a small college town. She and her pampered cat reside in a duplex owned by an eccentric Irish landlady who lives in the adjoining unit. Olivia Blocken was India's childhood best friend who insisted India act as a bridesmaid in...
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“You’re next,” I told Tanisha, who sat on a second toboggan. I gave her a running start. Her scream was three times louder than the children’s. Thomas and Naomi waited for her at the bottom of the hill, jumping up and down. “Tee! Tee!” I smiled. My nickname for Tanisha was much easier for them to...
16 Michael Pike University was only six blocks from the middle school and high school. Colin had called Bergita on his cell phone after lunch and told her we were going to the university to visit Amelie. She’d said it was all right but warned us to stay out of trouble. As ...
I needed to process what the chief had just said. Murder? How could it be murder? Detective Brandon’s hand shot out, and she grabbed me by the upper arm, pulling me back. Her fingers bit into my skin. I wrenched my arm away. “What do you think you’r...
The truth was, eighty percent of the time I got him to myself. As the custody arrangement stood now, Eddie got Hayden two weekends a month and two full weeks during the summer, plus alternating major holidays. Since our divorce, the arrangement had always worked for us. Now that he was getting ma...
16 There was a knock on the front door a little after eight the next morning. Colin stood on the other side of the door wearing his hazmat suit. “Hi. I’m surprised you’re here,” I said. “I’m here to help with the attic. I said I would help.” He acted sheepish. I folded my arms. “If you don’t want...