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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 350: Occasional Perks

You know how sometimes you can be in the worst mood ever, just ready to take off the head of the next person who rubs you the wrong way while knowing without a moment of doubt or hesitation you'd be in prison if you actually acted on the impulses that rewired your brain when you were in said worst mood ever? Yeah, that was me, on the brink of tossing my hands and walking away for a bit before I did something I'd regret.

Except, of course, there were also times moods like the one that plagued me could actually be turned around by a simple smile. The beaming young man who approached me had that kind of energy around him and, despite myself, I found by the time he'd entered the foyer and crossed the short distance to my computer I'd gone from wanting to commit murder so I could just get some peace and quiet (because peace and quiet waited in the Big House, right?) to managing to actually smile back. And mean it.