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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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492 Chs

Chapter 324: Model Behavior

Her guilt didn't stop her from shoving another dripping slice of carb-laden wheat goodness into her mouth, though I could tell from the way Kami's face twisted at the sight of me she struggled with her choice. I kept my expression as unjudging as possible and settled next to her, even smiling while she barely chewed, swallowed a giant mouthful and took another massive bite, this slice loaded down with a huge heap of Mom's strawberry jam dripping from the edges.

"Mom's the best cook, isn't she?" I helped myself to a piece, though with a bit more reserve when it came to the toppings. Kami took my participation as acceptance and beamed around the mouthful she fought to consume.

When she finally swallowed, she hugged herself, groaning softly. "This is the yummiest," she said, sing-songing the words. "Just the yummiest yummy I've ever had. Thank you, Lucy. You're the best."