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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 188: The Rest Of Molly's Story

I'd had enough of her lying to me. "The cookbook, Molly. The one Ron was launching full of all the recipes your grandmother developed over her lifetime. The ones he stole from her when they were on the show together the first season. The same ones he was claiming were his own and planned to turn into a TV show." I scowled at her, made an ugly connection. "The reason you signed up for this circus in the first place."

For a moment I thought she was going to deny it. Lie again and ruin the small bit of credibility she'd built with me. Then, she shrugged, sad but not defiant. "I figured someone would make the connection eventually." Her little smile was weak. "Nice catch."

I didn't bother telling her it wasn't me, because Vivian wasn't getting any kudos for her part, thanks. Not even in the quiet of my mind. "So it's true," I said. "You auditioned for the show because you found out he stole the recipes."

"No," she said. "But I knew about it after the fact."