Since I don't normally write reviews unless I have something specific to say, here's the break down of how I rate my books...1 star... This book was bad, so bad I may have given up and skipped to the end. I will avoid this author like the plague in the future.2 stars... This book was not very go...
I'm still new to the cozy mystery genre so I can't say what makes a good or bad book in those aspects, however I do love the writing in this "first in the series" book. I'm looking forward to seeing what the next one entails. There was just enough magic to get me hooked into the next book. Now th...
Since I don't normally write reviews unless I have something specific to say, here's the break down of how I rate my books...1 star... This book was bad, so bad I may have given up and skipped to the end. I will avoid this author like the plague in the future.2 stars... This book was not very go...
Introducing amateur sleuth Molly Appleby, a sharp-witted writer for "Collector's Weekly" magazine. She has a keen knowledge of antiques, and a special fondness for collectibles. And when a fellow collector is murdered, Molly quickly develops an uncanny understanding of the criminal mind.
The Supper Club at Quincy's Gap, Virginia is a group of friends hoping to loose weigh, while enjoying diet meals together, but once again they found themselves embroiled in a murder. Veronica Levitt had just recently started a new Witness to Fitness Center that includes prepared foods, exercise c...
Love Love Love this series! James Henry is a heavy weight and not in the good sense of the words. His wife left him for an up and coming lawyer who looks like a Calvin Klein Model, he has lost his mother, and then he has just quit his prestigious teaching position at the University to "keep an ey...
Amateur sleuth Molly Appleby is in Richmond, Virginia, to cover a taping of the hit antiques show Hidden Treasures. But after the show's main appraiser inspects an 18th-century desk with hidden compartments, she finds him dead. Molly thinks that the antique desk holds the key to this 21st-century...
Things are chugging merrily along for librarian James Henry. He has a closet filled with new clothes, a trimmer waistline, and a closer bond with his father. His only real problem is that his girlfriend Lucy's interest in him seems to have inexplicably cooled. When schoolteacher Lindy suggests th...
Hubbard’s behavior as purely theatrical, she didn’t dare. Ever since Uncle Aloysius and Aunt Octavia had informed her that Edwin Alcott was a notorious book thief, Jane had started to doubt her own ability to form character judgments. Edwin’s secret profession wasn’t the o...
However, her last scuba trip had taken her to a depth of one hundred and thirty feet. The shipwreck dive had required a specialized training course that both Ella Mae and her then-husband, Sloane, had passed with flying colors. Because it was their first deep dive, the couple hadn’t been allowed ...
“Gorgeous. You’re like one of the flowers in the bride’s bouquet. This place”—he waved his hand to encompass all of Havenwood—“suits you.” Ella Mae didn’t answer. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “Sorry,” Sloan said. “It’s just...
—HENRY DAVID THOREAU The little Boston Whaler bounced across the harbor, leaving a narrow trail of white foam in its wake. Flecks of salt water speckled Olivia’s face, hair, and hands, but she didn’t mind. Neither did Haviland, who licked at the air and smiled widely. The poodle enjoyed a boat ri...
A physician in green scrubs had just informed her that Aunt Octavia had suffered a stroke. “May I see her?” Jane asked. “My great-uncle is on his way, but I’d like to wait with her until he arrives.” Glancing down at a patient chart, the man shook h...
She drove all over the city of Richmond, Virginia, to fix them. By the time she got to these copiers, laminators, or fax machines as they waited in their offices, hospitals, or schools, they were broken. Broken and quiet. Cooper would kneel beside them and meticulously lay out her tools, and as s...
In the privacy of Opal’s sunroom, she told her everything that had happened in Sweet Briar. Not only was Opal Loralyn’s mother, but she was also an Elder. Therefore, she had to be apprised of the possibility that an object of power could be hidden inside Atalanta House. Th...
After briefly telling Angela what had happened the night before, the office manager quickly restructured the daily schedule, giving Emilio the repair calls and putting Cooper on shredder detail.Emptying document bins stuffed with nests of white paper proved to be the perfect occupation for Cooper...
March turned to April, and all of Havenwood seemed to burst into bloom. The dogwood trees were a riot of white blossoms, and the town’s garden beds overflowed with blue speedwell, lavender larkspur, and prim lily of the valley. A sea of purple iris and periwinkle cornflowers crowded the patio gar...
In her former position as repairman—or repairperson—at Make It Work!, Richmond’s premier office equipment repair company, she had to file reports about her trips and repairs, but that was it. Now, as manager of Leasing and Maintenance, the paperwork was never ending. She’d gone from spending most...
—KAHLIL GIBRAN The house Olivia had rented was far too big for one man, one woman, and a poodle. She hadn’t selected it for its spaciousness or because it had been recently renovated, but because it was located at the end of a private road and featured expansive wraparound decks overlooking the A...
Giles appeared in the dream and handed Tiffany a cup of tea. Molly tried to knock it out of her hand, but her own was like a ghost’s, without form or substance, and went through her. Horrified, she yelled at Tiffany not to drink the tea, but Tiffany couldn’t hear her. She smiled at Giles as she d...
The drops were sharp as needles and when Cooper looked down at her raw, red feet, she noticed several objects floating in a shallow puddle in the stern of her boat.She recognized Frank’s diary and a black-and-white tintype of a young man in uniform. The face had been partially scratched off as if...
“Mom, I made you something!” Fitz unzipped his backpack and dug around inside. He pulled out a pink construction paper heart with a white doily fringe. “I wrote a poem for you. Its says, ‘Roses are red, cold lips are blue, and there’s no cooler mom than you.’” Jane examine...