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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 277: Making Up With Daisy

I dragged her downstairs to my apartment, leaving one of the girls from the kitchen in charge of the front desk, knowing she'd be fine since I didn't have any new guests coming today. Within moments I was sitting on my sofa with Daisy at my side, Petunia between us, the pair of us retreating from an enthusiastic hug that healed everything, as far as I was concerned.

Daisy wiped at her nose with the tissue she liberated from the box on the coffee table, blowing delicately before crumpling it in her hand, clutched in her lap like a lifeline.

"I've been such a terrible friend." Her voice shook just a little as I helped myself to my own tissue and wiped at the tears on my face, my nose clearing effort far less dainty than hers. Petunia licked her lips, rocking from one front foot to the other as she looked back and forth between us as if sensing we'd made up and was happy for the fact.