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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!

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Chapter 230: Columnist

Anchors Away and Murder: Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries #7

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It's not hard to see the massive changes happening to our town, nor is it difficult to lay equal amounts of kudos and blame on those in power who have led us here. Namely, and I have no qualms naming names, our own mayor, Olivia Walker, and her never-flagging energetic promotion of Reading to the rest of the known world. I'm not the first to benefit from the clever and sometimes overzealous attempts she's made to draw in tourist dollars, and I'm sure I won't be the last. However, it's become increasingly apparent that those who reap the rewards of her consistent attention to the details of Reading's increasing popularity have joined the vanguard of those choosing to oppose her continuing guidance and position as our fearless leader.

Inexplicable? Or deception fed by years of control by one particular family who can't stand to see change come in such a dramatic way?