Merceditas by Teresa Dovalpage

Buenas tardes. I’m Mercy Spivey, but that’s just my most recent name. In Cuba, my birth place, I was Mercedes Montero Rojas. Everybody called me Merceditas, which I prefer. The ending “ita” gives it an affectionate feel, even if all you’re doing is asking me for a...

Kristy Farrell by Lois Schmitt

Why would anyone steal a chicken hawk, red fox, and a muskrat? I wondered while sipping my second cup of coffee. I’m not a morning person, but with two dogs, sleeping late is not an option. My canine friends now sat on either side of me, hoping I would share part of...

Hazel Rose by Maggie King

Today I found a dead body. Startled? Yeah, me too. But before I explain, let me introduce myself. My name is Hazel Rose. I live in Richmond, Virginia with Vince Castelli, hubby #5, and our cats, Morris and Olive. Vince, a retired homicide detective with the Richmond...

Phaedra Brighton by Katie Oliver

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a mother in possession of two single daughters will not rest until both daughters are wed. Even if one of the daughters—me, Phaedra Brighton—is a professor of English Literature and a Jane Austen scholar with a satisfying...

Emma Starrs by Cynthia Kuhn

Hello, everyone! My name is Emma Starrs. My sister Lucy, aunt Nora, and I run Starlit Bookshop on the main street of Silvercrest, Colorado, which is a picturesque town full of artistic types—painters, writers, sculptors, musicians, and more. Starlit Books is a...

Dottie Adler by Laura Bradford

Sleuthing 101 Am I the only one who doesn’t get young people these days? Take for instance, Emma, the young woman my late husband hired to have tea with me every Tuesday afternoon at three o’clock sharp. After watching Emma’s home-based travel agency go the way of...