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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 · Politique et sciences sociales
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Chapter 280: Exes and Ohs

I almost lost it, I'm not embarrassed to admit. Like, literally almost lost it, feeling my knees go weak, my stomach surge, my whole body tremor as if I'd just experienced a massive Feequake about a million on the Richter scale. This could only go one way and that would end badly for everyone involved. Especially Ryan. Me, well, jail was inevitable and likely, but it would be worth it, just for the satisfaction.

I know I would have found myself in front of Ryan, screaming like a banshee, turning this entire mountainside into an inferno of rage soaked tears and snot if it hadn't been for one absolutely and utterly amazing person I'll be forever grateful to. The only person on this entire planet capable of keeping me from utterly and completely melting down into a frenzy of animal rage bent on destroying the source of my hurt.