12:01 AM: After another long day, I lock up the coffeehouse and hit the pillow snoring.

1:45 AM: A distant ringing enters my dream. “You awake?” asks the voice on my phone.

“I am now.”

New York is the city that never sleeps. Apparently neither does my ex-husband. Then again, as a freewheeling coffee hunter, Matt Allegro has never been good at adjusting to anyone’s time zone.

“I saw my mother at a rooftop bar.” His voice is near panic. “Some silver-haired lothario was drinking champagne from her shoe!”

“She’s decided to play the field again,” I tell him.

“At her age?! It’s outrageous!”

“You know what’s more outrageous? At your age, you never stopped. Go to bed, Matt.”

7:00 AM: My sleep is interrupted again, but this time I don’t mind. My fiancée NYPD detective Mike Quinn is sweetly stroking my face with his furry hand—wait, FURRY!?

I open my eyes to Java and Frothy whipping me with their tails, cat speak for: “Enough with the shuteye. Feed us!” I stumble to the kitchen, where cans are popped and feline princesses appeased.

7:30 AM: After a bracing shower and a smooth, refreshing Cold Brew Coffee, I hear from Matt’s mother, the beloved owner of this landmark coffeehouse. “Clare, I need your advice. I have a romantic tryst this evening, thanks to one of those new-fangled dating apps. Now I’m primping—”

“For a date that’s twelve hours away?”

“He made reservations at One Dine, atop the Freedom Tower.”

“Wow, isn’t that over 100 floors up?”

“That’s why I’m primping. I’ll have to compete with the view! Should I wear pearls or are they too stodgy? I don’t want to look unhip. I’m only eighty.”

7:45 AM: After advising Madame to ditch the pearls for an art-print scarf, I head down to the Village Blend, bolt an espresso and bliss-out on one of our new Blueberry Scones.

8:00 – 11:00 AM: By now, my trusty assistant manager has opened the shop. Tucker puts on his “Sweatin’ with the Seventies” playlist, and we disco through serving drinks to an endless line of caffeine-deprived customers.

11:30 AM: My barista-poet Esther Best arrives an hour late with a rhyming apology.

“Sorry boss, I know I’m tardy, but my poetry rocked a slammin’ party!”

My reply: “I’m glad to hear your art’s in flower, but now you’ll be staying an extra hour.”

12:30 PM: Matt finally shows with supplies from our warehouse. “Late night,” he explains, blinking bloodshot eyes. “After talking to you, I swiped on my new app and picked up a hot date.”

“Your date began at 2 AM? I think you need a Red Eye more than I do.”

I make the super-caffeinated drink (also known as a Shot in the Dark), hand over a slice of my Amish Cinnamon-Apple Bread and some friendly advice. “Those dating apps have downsides. Hooking up with strangers can be dangerous.”

He waves me off and heads out. “Apps make meeting women as easy as catching fish in a barrel.”

“But what happens if you catch a shark?”

3:00 PM: After two hours roasting coffee in our basement, I treat myself to a pressed pot of our exclusive Billionaire Blend when Esther walks right into my table. “Sorry, Boss Lady. I can’t see very well.”

“Then take off the sunglasses. You’re inside!”

“I have no choice. Nancy came straight from the gym wearing her Day-Glo exercise outfit.” Esther points to my youngest barista, a blinding vision in leopard print and canary-yellow. “Be careful, she may be radioactive.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and heads for the ladies’ room. “I’m changing! I’m changing!”

3:30 PM: Tucker takes off for an exciting movie audition. As I wish him luck, my chef daughter calls from our shop in Washington, DC, which features a wildly popular Jazz Space. “Your coffee shipment is on the way,” I promise her.

4:00 PM: Madame rings me again. “Mere hours before my dinner, and I’m torn between Ralph Lauren or Marc Jacobs.”

“I know they’re both your friends, but why would you want either along on a romantic date?”

Madame laughs—then realizes she’s late for her hairdresser.

8:30 PM: My fiancé, Lieutenant Mike Quinn, arrives looking troubled. . .

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Three OD cases in four days,” Quinn says. “All from a new designer drug.”

“Tell me more.”

“Over dinner. I’m starving.”

“Shall I make you my Secret Ingredient Meatballs?”

“No, I’m treating you to pierogis and blintzes at one of your favorite eateries. I’m overseeing an operation later, so I can’t stay the night. But I can spoil my bride-to-be with some beautiful carb love.”

“I knew there was a reason I agreed to marry you.”

11:20 PM: Stuffed from dinner, I roll into bed when Madame phones.

“How was your date?” I ask.

“You mean Rip Van Winkle? He told me with pride that he never touches caffeine, then he dozed off over dessert!”

11:59 PM: I’m back in dreamland—with a pair of cat tails stroking my face. . .

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CLEO COYLE is a pseudonym for Alice Alfonsi, writing in collaboration with her husband, Marc Cerasini. Both are New York Times bestselling authors of the Coffeehouse Mysteries, now celebrating fifteen years in print. Alice has worked as a journalist in Washington, D.C., and New York City, and has written popular fiction for adults and children. A former magazine editor, Marc has authored espionage thrillers and nonfiction for adults and children. Alice and Marc are also bestselling media tie-in writers who have penned properties for Lucasfilm, NBC, Fox, Disney, Imagine, and MGM. They live and work in New York City, where they write independently and together, including the popular Haunted Bookshop Mysteries. Look for a brand new entry in their Haunted Bookshop Mysteries this October: The Ghost and the Bogus Bestseller.

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