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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 445: So Many Reasons To Cry

I sat in my car outside the door of a house I never expected to visit, jaw tight, body tense. I had to sneak away from the wedding prep-now set for tomorrow at last, only three days late and so what if it was a Wednesday, weddings didn't have to happen on a weekend, right?-to tackle this task I'd been sitting on for the last little while and just couldn't let go.

I really needed to just drive away and forget about it. Confrontation would get me nowhere, I was positive of that, and yet I just couldn't bring myself to leave. Instead, I tried to distract myself with deep breathing and recounting all the reasons I was happy, so happy and didn't need to do this to myself.

Jill had caught us up this morning on the wrapup of the case, as comfortable as sheriff as she'd been being deputy, though there was a tension around her now I could only attribute to Rosebert.

"I tried to fire them," she'd said without having to qualify who she meant. "Still working on it."