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Mother’s Day

by Lorie Lewis Ham
& Cleo Coyle



Shot in the Dark is the latest Coffeehouse Mystery by Cleo Coyle. This is one of my favorite series and I am always excited when there is a new one out.

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by Kathleen Costa


Kathi Daley’s work is always packed full of several engaging character-driven storylines, but it is her easy-to-read style and entertaining dialogue that makes it right for a page-turner weekend.

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by Sandra Murphy


Ellie Avery’s schedule is always busy. Her husband is deployed on a mission, due back in a couple of weeks. Her kids are at an age that there are tons of extra activities. She’s got to be organized. In fact, she’s made a part time job of it.

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by Alan Cook


When George pulled his beat-up Toyota into his mother’s driveway, there was a shiny new car already parked there he didn’t recognize. Then he saw the “T” logo and realized it must be a Tesla. His twin sister, Georgia, had to be here already. Teslas weren’t big in this town. She must have rented it when she flew in from the East Coast. Could you even rent a Tesla in Nowheresville?

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by Lesley A. Diehl



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.

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by Isis Crawford


This week we have a recipe from A Catered Mother’s Day by Isis Crawford. At the end of this post are details on how to win copy of this book!
For A Catered Mother’s Day author Isis Crawford decided to ask the men she knew for recipes they would make their wives on Mother’s Day. All the recipes are simple to execute, and tasty to eat.

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by Madeline McEwen-Asker



My mom radiated anticipation, like a carthorse promoted to the racetrack, but we were at the mall. She was the only die-hard monarchist I’d ever known in my nine short years, but this apple fell from the tree and bounced into the American republic.

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by Sandra Murphy



Ellen Hadley’s had enough. Her family doesn’t appreciate her, they don’t help around the house and consistently forget birthdays and holidays like Mother’s Day. An offhand remark from her friend Bernie puts an idea in Ellen’s mind—drastic times call for drastic measures.

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by Alicia Lieu


I will not get to see my mother for Mother’s Day this year because I’m in New York and she’s in California, but if I did, I would take her out for a Mother’s Day Tea. When I was packing my bags to return to New York from San Jose, I told her that I wanted to start drinking more tea instead of so much coffee. So she reached into her cupboard and brought out the best quality tea that she had and packed it in my bag. One was a “high mountain” tea from Taiwan and the other was a green tea that she ordered from Equator Coffees and Teas. She had me sample four different teas that night, just so that I could taste and appreciate the difference between good tea and really great tea.

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by Herschel Cozine


Hi. Nathaniel P. Osgood III here. I live and work in Nurseryland as a private detective. It’s an interesting job to say the least, and brings me in contact with some of the strangest people one could ever hope to meet. People say and do crazy things here. For one thing, they are always losing things. Bo Peep lost her sheep. Cinderella lost her slipper. The kittens lost their mittens. Humpty Dumpty lost his balance. And I have it on good authority that Snow White lost her virginity.

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by Ron Van Sweringen


The creature was magnificent, its blue and green plumage spread out in the large glass case resting on a rosewood pedestal in the center of the library. Every time Elizabeth Chalmers looked at it she felt claustrophobic. How can it breath in there she thought, knowing full well the bird was dead and stuffed seemed to make no difference. She still wanted to smash the glass and set if free. They had no right to do this to you, or to me.

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by Mary Anna Evans


In those days, on-duty nurses were addressed by their last names, so I was known as “Crain.” I liked the notion of dispensing with “Mrs.” and “Miss,” and all the social baggage that separated women outside the hospital into single girls, married ladies and old maids. The doctors we served were, without exception, male, and we were expected to stand when any of them entered the room, just as gentlemen outside the hospital rose out of respect for ladies. I positively reveled in this perversion of the prevailing custom. If anyone was ever born to be a nurse, I was.

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