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Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. A Poo Poo Kind of Morning I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.5 even from the Russian judges. Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon. Suck it up, Fee. Big girl panties and adulting and all that. “At what point,” I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, “did I think owning a bed and breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?” Fiona Fleming is in so much trouble. Her recently inherited bed and breakfast might not actually be hers thanks to the underhanded misdealings of the local real estate bully. Despite her grandmother's last will and testament, Fee might me out of luck and on the street before she even gets settled. But when her new enemy floats belly up in her koi pond, she's the prime suspect in his murder! Can she uncover who the real killer is before the smoking hot new sheriff puts her behind bars instead of asking her out on a date? Dive into book one of the Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries, and don't miss the exciting sequels!

Patti Larsen · Realistic
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Chapter 301: My Turn

By the time morning rolled around, Jill had herself convinced Eddie was the murderer and, though I still hesitated to fully commit, she was the deputy and I just the hired help.

She did seem surprised when I asked if I could be the one to deliver his breakfast, the rest of the guests quietly devouring Mom's offerings in the dining room, still under Bill's watchful attention.

"You're sure?" Jill eyed the tray Mom had handed me a moment earlier before disappearing back into the kitchen. "The guy tried to kill you, Fee."

"Exactly," I said. "I need to know why. And I think it's safe enough to ask, right?"

She grunted her agreement, joining me in his room, glaring at him while he glared back from his seat on the edge of the tub.

"Can you please uncuff me now?" He shook his arm, the rattle of the metal restraints on the plumbing hard on my ears and the headache I seemed unable to eliminate entirely. Too many nights of not enough sleep.