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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 · Realistis
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492 Chs

Chapter 430: Dr. And Mrs. Aberstock

Bernice Aberstock looked as much like Mrs. Claus with her round cheeks and white hair, her round body and sweet smile as her husband did the man in the red suit. Adorable, the pair of them, really, and no less so as she kindly beamed at me and Jill before ushering us inside their large two story.

"Fiona, Jillian, how lovely to see you both." The (fittingly) red-clad woman closed the door behind us, rubbing her little hands together. "So chilly for this time of year, isn't it?" She held out her arms to us. "I can take your coats. I'm sure you're here to see Lloyd, aren't you?"

I nodded to her, almost wanting to apologize to her for the state of affairs but she simply hung up my coat, taking Jill's and her hat all the while chattering away like a five-foot-nothing bundle of Christmas cheer.