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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 488: Secret Passages

Before she could make her triumphant exit, the guard perked again, concern flickering over his stoic face while my heart thudded in response to what we'd just heard. I almost missed the black-clad man's sudden whisper to Fiona, her flash of a scowl in the turmoil of my fear.

Instead, I let my mind-threatening to descend into panic and despair-latch onto the word his mouth formed as he leaned toward his boss. Intruder.

Had Liz found us?

Fiona spun back toward us, though she only had focus for her parents. Darius, then? Had he somehow raised the cavalry and was rushing to our rescue? Didn't matter. Fiona paused near her mother and father, freezing in place a long moment before bending, swift and precise, to kiss them both on the cheek. Neither attempted to stop her from the act of passionless goodbye, Siobhan staring up at her daughter with contempt.