Hey, there. Robbie Jordan here. I had the funnest day yesterday. March is kind of a slow month in southern Indiana, and the breakfast rush in my country store restaurant Pans ‘N Pancakes hadn’t been much of a rush at all. Along about ten the bell on the door jangled and in walked three tall customers, an older couple and a woman a few years older than me, so probably in her early thirties, with short red hair.
Here’s what happened after I told them to sit anywhere, since all the tables were empty.
“Where you folks from?” I asked.
The redhead smiled and said, “I’m visiting from Massachusetts. My parents here are professors at Indiana University. My name’s Cam Flaherty.” She extended her hand.
“Robbie Jordan,” I said as I shook hands.
“I’m William Flaherty, and this is my wife, Deb,” the man said. He was a thin lanky type, a lot like my friend Office Buck Bird, second in command in the South Lick police force.
“Nice to meet you all. I guess it must be spring break at IU,” I said. “Massachusetts is long ways off. What do you do there?” I asked Cam.
“I’m an organic farmer.” She shrugged and grinned. “Used to write software. But I like the work, and I have a group of local foods nuts who are really enthusiastic customers.”
“That’s cool. I try to source locally around here, too. Get my meat from Kiss My Grass Farm. I use local maple syrup and cheese, produce in the summer from an Amish farmer, apples and pears in the fall.”
“Tell Robbie what else you do,” Deb urged her daughter.
“Really Mom?” When her mother nodded, Cam went on, “Okay. So I’ve kind of gotten into solving a few murders in my town. They just seem to happen, and, well, if I can help the police, I do. The latest one was a poultry farmer.” She shook her head. “Nicest guy you could imagine. His daughter asked me to help on that case.”
I stared at her. “Same here.” I leaned closer. “I found a body on the floor right over there last fall.” I pointed to the spot. “And my friend and I were cross-country skiing and came across a victim in the ice this January. I’m a puzzler, and it turns out solving a murder is a lot like solving a puzzle.”
Cam cocked her head. “And my programmer brain seems to work the same way.” She smiled. “We should keep in touch, you and me. We could compare notes.”
“Let’s do it.” I held up my hand and she slapped it in a high five. “Not that I’m hoping for any more murders, you understand. Now, what can I get you all for breakfast today?”
Grilled For Murder is the second book in the Country Store mystery series, published by Kensington, May 2016.
Robbie Jordan may have had reservations about the murder victim, but she still needs to turn up the heat on a killer if she wants to keep her new restaurant open for business. . .
In the charming small town of South Lick, Indiana, Robbie has transformed a rundown country store into the runaway hit Pans ‘N Pancakes. But the most popular destination for miles around can also invite trouble. Erica Shermer may be the widow of handsome local lawyer Jim Shermer’s brother, but she doesn’t appear to be in mourning. At a homecoming party held in Robbie’s store, Erica is alternately obnoxious and flirtatious–even batting her eyelashes at Jim. When Erica turns up dead in the store the next morning, apparently clobbered with cookware, the police suspect Robbie’s friend Phil, who closed up after the party. To clear Phil and calm her customers, Robbie needs to step out from behind the counter and find the real killer in short order. . .
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Murder Most Fowl is the fourth book in the Local Foods mystery series, published by Kensington, May 2016.
Spring may be just around the corner, but a cold-blooded killer has put the big chill on the residents of Westbury, Massachusetts. It looks like organic farmer-turned-sleuth Cam Flaherty will have to set aside her seedlings for the time being as she tills the soil for clues in the mysterious death of a local poultry maven.
With the weather getting warmer, Cam should be spending her days pruning blueberry bushes and taking care of the new batch of chicks that just hatched. But murder knows no season. So when her fellow fowl-raiser Wayne Laitinen is found dead at his breakfast table one morning, Cam must put down her trimming shears and put on her crime-solving hat.
The kind-hearted chicken farmer didn’t have any enemies–or did he? A wealthy financier has been working hard to convince him to sell her his land, while a group of animal rights activists recently vandalized his property. Money troubles were threatening to sink his marriage. And a thirty-year-old scandal was driving a wedge between him and one of his oldest friends.
Murder, blackmail, cover-ups. There’s a fox in the hen house. But where? With some help from her off-again, on-again flame, police detective Pete Pappas, Cam will have to crack this case before Wayne’s killer flies the coop forever.
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About the author
Agatha-nominated and Amazon best-selling author Edith Maxwell writes the Quaker Midwife Mysteries, the Local Foods Mysteries, and the Country Store Mysteries (as Maddie Day). A former farmer and doula, she also writes award-winning short crime fiction. Maxwell lives north of Boston with her beau and three cats, and blogs with the other Wicked Cozy Authors.
Giveaway: Edith is giving away a print copy to two lucky winners of either Murder Most Fowl or Grilled For Murder. Leave a comment below for your chance to win. US entries only, please. The giveaway will end June 6, 2016 at 12 AM EST. Good luck everyone!
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