Spiked Punch kicks off a new cozy mystery series by Lesley A. Diehl with a wonderful bang!
A bit over seventy years young, Maddie Sparks is a retired librarian and now cozy mystery author who decides she needs to change things up in her life. She begins writing a romance, and with that feisty change, she gets a new haircut and more fashionable clothes. Things are looking up.
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I was panting my way through a contraction when my cell phone sang out, “Cheeseburger in Paradise.” The contraction ended, but the cell played on.
We cannot get enough of those thriller heroes, so Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Jeffrey Deaver and 20 other writers of the genre got together to produce 11 stories for the anthology, Faceoff. Each story contains two characters from different authors solving crimes. Double the reading pleasure!
Diminutive Florida Big Lake Country Club bartender Emily Rhodes normally has no trouble calming drunks down or handling her other more abrasive companions and that includes her part-time coworker Donald Green. Emily’s coping skills are put to the test though when she stumbles across her second body at the Big Lake Bar-B-Que Competition (the first occurring in Dumpster Dying), especially considering that the body was sauced and stuffed with an apple in his mouth. It seems that philandering Everett Pratt has basted his last hunk of meat and there are a string of competitors and the not-so-broken hearted as suspects.
Claire stood at the rear window washing the dinner dishes and gazing at the patchy grass in the yard. It was early February, and the weather was warm and humid, but little rain had fallen during the winter, and the alligator holes were drying up. The biggest of the reptiles controlled their shrinking territory chasing smaller males to other locations.
“My old lady send that crap in my lunch box, she’d be wearing my fist in her eye.” Ralph watched Ben fold back a corner of his sandwich, look at the contents and grimace.
“Peanut butter and jelly. Not so bad. Anyway, Myra didn’t make it. I did.” Ben took a large bite out of the white bread and washed it down with a slug of coffee from his thermos. He coughed as the dry bread and peanut butter stuck in his throat and gulped more coffee to dislodge the lump.
