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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 · Realista
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Chapter 257: Suspects In Custody

I was pretty sure Jill's discomfort with my appearance at the sheriff's office had more to do with the fact I'd brought in the two suspects and less that I was backed by a pair of bullies and the smirking Malcolm Murray, though perhaps those facts were interchangeable. It was pretty obvious Robert had a lot to say and would get around to saying it when he got over his spluttering and incoherent ranting that turned his face dark red and made him shake like an alcoholic recently coming down from a three-day binge.

Fortunately, Toby had her head on her shoulders. The front desk receptionist surprised me being at the office so late, but she took my appearance and my companions in stride, smiling and gesturing for me to proceed into the bullpen with the two criminals-neglecting to remind me the other three were just as bad, bless her.

"After you, Fee," she said, winking when Robert wouldn't see. "Nice work. You looking for a new job?"