Good morning, everyone! Thank you for dropping in to experience a day in the life of Winifred Page. Although, call me Fred, all my friends do, and if we’re spending the day together, you most definitely fall into that category. When Dru asked if I’d like to come by to spend the day and let you know what my life looks like, I wondered how I could make such a thing interesting. You see, I recently moved to the small village-like town of Estes Park, Colorado, from Kansas City. I know, I know. Those of you who live in LA or New York are laughing thinking that there’s probably not much difference between Kansas City and a small mountain town as far as pace of life. But trust me, there is. And honestly, that’s part of the reason I decided to make the move. Life in Kansas City had gotten. . . hectic. It was time for a change.
While I feared the day, I had to tell you about would be a little dull, I was looking forward to it. My perfect day. Waking up and taking care of Watson, my grumpy, yet adorable, corgi. We’d swing by Black Bear Roaster, the local coffee shop, and I’d have my daily dirty chai, and trying, yet again, to discover if they had even one type of scone that wasn’t dry. (Spoiler alert: they don’t.) Then, it would be off to my new shop. I recently took over a charming little building, in the middle of downtown Estes Park, which had previously sold taxidermy. Thankfully, the only animal to be found in the shop now is Watson. And he’s about as far from taxidermied as you can get, although he does nap a lot. And while he does the napping that he does so well, I would spend the hours getting the Cozy Corgi bookshop ready to open. The shop is laid out like a little log cabin, a large center room, with smaller rooms around the perimeter. Each one will have a different theme or genre of books. My favorite, of course, was going to be the mystery room, complete with a little river rock fireplace and sofa in the corner. Then I’d have dinner with my mother and stepfather who live in town; ending the day by going home to fall asleep by the fire as I read a book with Watson at my feet.
That was the day I planned on telling you about. And the day I hoped to relive indefinitely. Corgi, chai and pastry, and books. Pretty great life, right? Not exciting, but enviable nonetheless.
Want to know how long that lasted? About eighteen hours.
That was exactly how long it took me, Watson rather, to discover a dead body on the top floor of my new bookshop. And not simply one of the animals that had been taxidermied, unfortunately. Opal was entirely too human, and too dead. From that point on, my ideal, easy paced life, flew out the window. My stepfather, Barry, was singled out as the one responsible for the body in my new shop. Ridiculous, the man is wacky, don’t get me wrong, but completely harmless and lovable. It fell to Watson and me to clear his name.
Soon after, there was another death right before Christmas. Suspicion also fell on my newest friend, Katie, who is a baker in the shop next door. Granted, I don’t know her as well as I know my stepfather, but she brings me fresh baked goods, none of which are dry. The idea that someone who creates such buttery, flaky goodness could kill someone is preposterous. Or maybe that’s just my stomach talking.
Regardless, while I’m still attempting to get my bookshop ready for its grand opening, Watson and I have discovered that it’s not simply reading mystery novels at night that I love, turns out, solving them in real life is even better. Luckily, there was another murder at another shop downtown, a store that sells nothing but birdseed for wild birds. I know, I was little shocked that such a thing existed myself. But, it’s a tourist town close to Rocky Mountain National Park. I suppose it makes sense. Goodness and listen to me. I shouldn’t have said luckily. I’m never glad about murder, though, it turns out Watson and I are making quite the team.
So, all in all, maybe my days haven’t changed as much as I thought. I wake up, ingest the essence of life, also known as caffeine, and then Watson and I spend the day at the Cozy Corgi bookshop, occasionally getting pastries from my friend, visiting with my ridiculously supportive and somewhat left-of-center family, and then fall asleep by the fire each night as the snow drifts lazily outside of the window. The only difference is that now we also solve any murders that might come our way. Which, considering the quaintness of our little tourist trap of a town, is shockingly frequent.
Luckily for them, Watson and I are ready to handle anything. As long as it comes with a lemon square or cinnamon roll on the side.
You can read more about Winifred in Cruel Candy, the first book in the NEW “Cozy Corgi” mystery series. The second book in the series, Traitorous Toys, was published December 20, 2017.
Estes Park, Colorado: picturesque mountains, charming shops, delightful bakeries, a cozy bookstore… and murder.
Winifred Page and her corgi, Watson, move to Estes Park to hit the Reset button on life. Fred is about to open her dream bookshop, and the only challenges she anticipates are adjusting to small-town life, tourists, and living close to her loveable mother, Phyllis, and hippy stepfather, Barry.
When Fred steps into her soon-to-be-bookshop for the first time, she expects dust bunnies and spiders. . . not the dead body in the upstairs kitchen. The local police have an easy suspect—Barry.
Determined to prove quirky Barry innocent of murder, Fred puts on her detective hat, and with Watson by her side, she explores her new town and gets acquainted with her fellow shopkeepers. Could one of her friendly neighbors be the real culprit? And what would be the motive for killing the owner of the Sinful Bites candy store? The secrets Fred discover put her at odds with the local police sergeant and threaten her cozy future in Estes.
With snow falling outside, all Fred wants to do is curl up by the fire with a good book and Watson snuggled at her feet. But before she can begin her new life and put her plans for her bookshop into action, Fred and Watson have a mystery to solve. . .
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Meet the author
Reading the Cozy Corgi series is pretty much all you need to know about Mildred. In real life, she’s obsessed with everything she writes about: Corgis, Books, Cozy Mountain Towns, and Baked Goods. She’s not obsessed with murder, however. At least not at her own hands (nor paid for. . . no contract killing here). But since childhood, starting with Nancy Drew, trying to figure out who-dun-it has played a formative role in her personality. Having Fred and Watson stroll into her mind was a touch of kismet.
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