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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 325: Research

Mom took Kami in hand after that, summoning Dad to drive the young model home while I did some online digging. The fact my P.I. father wasn't interested in lingering, didn't suggest Mom do the driving honors to stay with me and butt his nose into said internet research, told me he thought he already had the clues he could glean and was likely going to take the time during the drive to pick Kami's little brain clean.

Let him. I had my own ideas. Okay, so that might make it sound as if there was a competition or something going on between me and my dad. Who could solve the case faster or an equally ridiculous supposition that had nothing to do with the truth. Right? We were supposed to be partners-at least, he'd thrown me into the ring without my knowledge or approval-so any kind of withholding of evidence from each other wasn't in either of our best interests.

Except, of course, this was my dad we were talking about and I was my father's daughter.

Snort.