As the owner of Fortune’s Cove Books, I have a weakness for crime fiction and the means to indulge it. But I didn’t expect to start my day by finding a corpse.

Hi. I’m Kate Rowan. Normally, I would have been in the bookstore already, working on my display of summer reads, and sipping at a take-out cup of tea from The Old Fire-hall Café. Instead, I decided to get a chair out of storage before heading to work and found myself standing only a few steps away from a dead body.

Let me set the scene. The paperback I was holding was lying splayed open on the dead man’s chest. The imagery in the last chapter of Artists in Crime was still fresh in my mind, the little scarlet thread of blood and the glinting hilt of the dagger. The pages riffled, a dry whisper of sound, stirred by the breeze. It could have almost been a final exhalation of breath.

“Where did you find the body?” My best friend Marcus’s Eton accent resonated through the cell phone.

“Sprawled at the bottom of the basement stairs.” I rent a room in a Victorian house, owned by my great-aunt. The house, with its cracked façade and fairy tale tower, looks like it’s sprung straight from the pages of a gothic romance. But don’t let appearances fool you. I don’t need a knight in shining armor to rescue me. I may be five foot nothing, but I can fight my own battles. Besides throwing a mean right-hook, I can pick locks, and find my way around a hardware store.

“Are you sure Mr. Wendell’s dead?” Marcus asked.

Gray-cast skin. One claw-like hand clutching at his chest, calloused fingers stiff. Eyes torn wide. “Yes.” I met the dead man’s gaze, resisting the urge to flinch. “Absolutely sure.”

Based on the descriptions I’d read in crime novels, I wagered a guess that Mr. Wendell had a heart attack and died of natural causes. But, as Marcus always says, it’s risky drawing conclusions on reality from fiction.

Little did I know then, but that day would lead me down a trail of blackmail, obsession and murder. . .


You can read more about Kate in An Excuse for Murder, released March 20, 2019.

As a former bodyguard, it should be easy for Gary Fenris to kill, especially when the motive is revenge. But Gary has made two mistakes in his life. The first was letting the woman he loved die on his watch. The second was thinking vengeance could bring him peace.

Local bookstore owner and amateur lock pick Kate Rowan loves nothing more than a good mystery. Her curiosity soon leads her down a trail of blackmail, obsession and death. Despite the risk – or maybe because of it – Gary finds himself drawn to Kate. When danger strikes, Gary is forced to face the fact that he used love as an excuse for murder. And he’s got one last score to settle.

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Meet the author
Vanessa Westermann is a former Arthur Ellis Awards judge, and has given a talk on the evolution of women’s crime writing, at the Toronto Chapter of Sisters in Crime. Like Kate, she has a passion for mysteries and the means to indulge it, through her blog, which features literary reviews and author interviews.

Vanessa currently lives in Canada and is plotting her next (fictitious) crime, while drinking copious amounts of tea.

Visit her blog at vanessa-westermann.info or follow her on Twitter.

All comments are welcomed.

The characters Kate reads about in her books often seem like old friends. Which fictional character would you most like to meet for a cup of coffee (or tea) and why? Thanks to Vanessa Westermann for donating a kindle copy of  An Excuse for Murder. This giveaway ends May 14, 2019. Please leave comment in box below. The winner will be notified by email (so check your spam folder). Good luck everyone!