Morning Room Murder: An Unputdownable Small Town Cozy Mystery
She survived the renovation of her Inn. The first guest didn't.Maggie Thornton poured everything into the Clover Creek Inn. By opening weekend she was solid booked and had one dead guest by morning.Nobody mourns Clifton Hale. He arrived late. Handed her his bags like she was the bellhop. Sizing up the inn like he planned a hostile takeover.Maggie bought this place to bake and read mysteries. Not investigate murder. But her sharp-eyed Sheltie, Biscuit, knew better. At 5:30, Biscuit was crouching outside the Morning Room. Her nose pressed flat to the gap under the door. Dead still. Inside, Clifton Hale was face-down on the Persian rug. He wouldn't be making it to breakfast.Now Maggie has a full house and not one guest willing to blink first.Three guests. Three reasons: Pauline Marsh, the lawyer who slipped a note under his door. Ned Whitmore, the contractor whose truck was on the side road. Sylvia Crane, who asked very subtle which room Clifton was in.If she can't catch the killer, Clover Creek won't be Maggie's fresh start. It'll be her last stop. Read more