Her Next Sale
When Sarah Winston started the virtual garage sale, it seemed like a keystroke of genius and the next logical step in her business. No more collapsing card tables and rainy-day washouts. But what began as a fun way to run garage sales during the long New England winter has become a nightmare of managing people and putting out fires. Online, she can avoid the crowdsbut not the crazies.
May Be Her Last
She certainly never bargained on dealing with frightening threats. And when a client is murdered, it's time for Sarah to swallow her pride and seek the help of her exC.J. Hooker, chief of police. Forging a tense alliance, they searchonline and offfor the killer. But solving this crime before someone else gets tagged seems virtually impossible…
Praise for Tagged for Death
"Full of garage-sale tips…amusing. A solid choice for fans of Jane K. Cleland's Josie Prescott Antique Mystery series." Library Journal
"Skillfully rendered…Sarah is the type of intelligent, resourceful, and appealing person we would all like to get to know better." Mystery Scene
About the Author
Sherry Harris is the author of Tagged for Death and The Longest Yard Sale, and started bargain hunting in second grade at her best friend's yard sale. She honed her bartering skills as she moved around the country while her husband served in the Air Force. Sherry combined her love of garage sales, her life as an Air Force spouse, and her time living in Massachusetts as inspiration for this series. Sherry is an independent editor for fiction and nonfiction writers, a member of Sisters in Crime, Sisters in Crime New England, and Sisters in Crime Chesapeake Chapter. She blogs with New England mystery writers at WickedCozyAuthors.com.
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All Murders Final!
By Sherry Harris
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I didn't expect to start my Saturday with a cup of Dunkin's coffee and a dead body. The coffee, yes, but the cup now lay at my feet, and a stream of coffee was melting the packed snow as I stared at Margaret More's lifeless face. She sat in her car in her driveway, the long and winding kind, where her car wasn't visible from the street. A vintage tablecloth, white with bright spring flowers, was stuffed in her mouth. It had looked like such a nice tablecloth online last night. Of course, then, it wasn't a murder weapon.
It was the tablecloth I'd wanted to buy from her yesterday on my virtual garage sale site. But now I wanted to flee from it and the sight of Margaret's dead body. I slipped and slid in my haste to return to my old Suburban. I yanked open the door and grabbed my purse. I did my usual "Where the heck's my phone? This purse isn't that big" search before spotting it in the cup holder. Finally, I dialed 911.
"I have to report a death," I said after dispatch answered. "It's Margaret. Margaret More."
The female dispatcher gasped. "It can't be."
"It looks like she was murdered." My voice sounded amazingly calm and didn't reflect my growing panic or the churning in my stomach as the reality of what I'd just seen set in. I heard what sounded like a muffled sob and some fumbling.
"Hello? Are you there?" I asked when nothing else happened.
"Where's your emergency?" This time the dispatcher was male. He sounded efficient and professional. I gave him the address.
"I copy that," he said. "But if this is some kind of sick joke, you should know there are laws against calling in false information."
"It's not. But I get it. Who would kill Margaret More?"
"No one. That's who." This dispatcher now sounded almost as choked up as the first one. He managed to run through the normal list of questions: "Are you safe?" "Are you injured?" "Is anyone else there with you?" After I answered all his questions, he hung up. I stared at my phone for a minute. So much for professional.
My phone chimed. It was a reminder that the Congregational church in Ellington was having a rummage sale today to raise money for organ repairs. I deleted the reminder as I made my way back up to Margaret. Somehow leaving her alone didn't seem right. Not to mention after my brief conversation with dispatch, I was starting to doubt my own story. This time I walked carefully, trying to step only in the spots where I'd slipped and slid as I'd hurried to get to my phone. I studied the snow around me. It was only about an inch deep — February had been unusually mild this year. There was a mishmash of footprints around Margaret's car. Some poor sap would be taking casts of all of them.
I braced myself and looked back in the car. Margaret's thick silver hair hung in a neat bob around her face. Her age-spotted hands lay in her lap. Two giant diamond rings, one on each hand, sparkled in the sunlight. Part of me hoped I'd been wrong and had called the police for nothing. But Margaret was definitely dead. And unless she'd calmly stuffed the tablecloth in her mouth and sat there, waiting to die, I was right that she'd been murdered. I tried to open the driver's car door, but it was locked.
"Oh, Margaret, you'll be missed by so many." Margaret traced her roots back to the Mayflower, and her family was one of the first families to settle in Massachusetts. She was the president of the Ellington Historical Society and had a large extended family in the area.
I studied the interior of the car, something I knew police officers did when they pulled someone over. I'd picked up a fair bit of police know-how from my ex-husband, CJ, first while he served for over twenty years in the air force security forces and now as the chief of police of Ellington, the small town we lived in.
A traffic stop could easily change to something more if drugs, money, or weapons were in sight. And that happened far more frequently than most people realized. But Margaret's car was neat as a pin. A black pocketbook sat on the front passenger seat. Pocketbook! Good grief. I was starting to use the native lingo. Nothing else seemed out of place. It didn't look like she'd been robbed, given the rings on her fingers and her purse sitting next to her.
My phone chimed again. I pulled it out and glanced down. I'd received a photo through PopIt, a popular picture-sharing app that lots of teens and twenty somethings used. I was far older than this app's typical user, but Lindsay, a former teenage neighbor from nearby Fitch Air Force Base, had gotten me hooked. I'd been using it to post items I wanted to sell on my virtual garage sale site, as well as to direct business to the site. It was also a fun way to stay in touch, and Lindsay always sent funny photos. Right now I could use a smile. I pressed the button to view the picture.
I could barely take in what I saw before the screen went blank. The photo was a shot of me standing by Margaret's car, looking in the window. Someone else was here.CHAPTER 2
I whipped around, dropping my phone in the snow. I scanned the heavily wooded area across the broad lawn. Nothing moved, but there was a thick stand of trees and evergreens to hide behind. Now I realized how quiet it was up here, how alone I was. Why didn't I hear any sirens yet? Ellington wasn't that big. I strained, listening for any noise that might indicate someone's presence. Branches creaked as they rubbed together in the early morning wind. The silence, the isolation pressed in on me. Not wanting to turn my back or glance away from the woods for too long, I squatted and felt around in the snow until I found my phone. I scooped it up, wondering if I should call 911 again.
Sirens began wailing in the distance, I hoped coming here to help me. I flinched as a hawk burst from the woods. Its wings flapped loudly as it took off, while snow showered down from the vibrating branch it had just left. Was it the sirens that had startled him or the person who lurked out there, snapping photos of me? Was he or she watching now, enjoying my fear? I shook myself. I glanced at Margaret's house. Maybe the photographer was in there, or by now he or she could have circled around back to sneak up on me.
I looked back and forth between the house and the woods. I even managed a quick glance behind me. Come on, cops. Drive faster.
A few agonizing minutes later an ambulance roared up the driveway. Even though I'd told the dispatcher Margaret was definitely dead, I was grateful the EMTs had arrived. Grateful and safe. Next, a couple of squad cars showed up. Scott Pellner climbed out of the first one. He rubbed his hands and blew on them as he walked toward me. Until that moment I hadn't even noticed the cold. A terrible cold, like an ice storm, raged inside me. I hurried toward him, past my car and the ambulance. I slid again on the ice. He grabbed my arms to keep me upright.
"Is it really Margaret?" Pellner asked. He released me once I was steady.
"Yes." I pointed to the woods. "Someone's out there."
Pellner put a hand on his gun as he scanned the area I pointed to. "How do you know?"
"Have you heard of PopIt?" I asked him. The way this particular app worked, the picture had to be sent right when it was taken. And once you looked at it, unlike with other apps, it disappeared forever.
"It's all our daughter talks about. But what's that have to do with anything?"
I remembered Pellner had a high school–aged daughter. Explaining what had happened would be a lot easier. "I got a picture through the app while I was waiting for the police to arrive."
"And?" Pellner's brow wrinkled.
"It was a picture of me. Looking in the car, at Margaret."
Pellner scanned the line of woods again, eyes squinted. "Could you tell where it was taken from?"
"I'm not sure." I pointed to a spot in the woods. "Probably there. See the tallest pine, with the branch that hangs down funny?" I looked at Pellner, and he nodded. "A hawk flew from a tree right over in that area by the pine. Like it was startled. Maybe by the picture taker." I paused, thinking about the photo. "I guess it's possible it was taken from the house. But I don't think the angle was right."
While we'd been talking, more officials had arrived. Some looked at us curiously as they hurried up to Margaret's car.
"Stay here," Pellner said.
I watched as he joined a group of people now gathered near the front of the ambulance and started talking. They all turned and looked at me, and then Pellner motioned for me to join them. I hustled up the drive.
"Can we look at your phone?" Pellner asked, putting out his hand for it.
I handed him my phone. "I don't think it will help. That's the thing about PopIt. It doesn't save any of the information."
"That's why all parents hate it. And the police." Pellner took the phone and passed it off to a woman I didn't know. "Do you remember the user name?"
I scrunched my forehead up. "I was so startled by the picture, I don't remember seeing the user name."
"Show us where you were standing in the picture."
"You want me to go back up by Margaret's car?"
"No. Do a demo by my squad car."
Everyone followed me to Pellner's car. I stood by the driver's-side window and bent over a little bit. "This is about right," I said.
"What did you do after you saw the PopIt?" Pellner asked.
"I turned to see if anyone was watching me, but I didn't see anyone."
The woman with my phone handed it back to Pellner with a shake of her head. Pellner passed it back to me. Two officers set off on a circuitous route toward the woods.
"Are you okay?" Pellner asked.
My head did a little circle thing when I tried to nod and shake it at the same time. Physically, I was okay, emotionally I was questionable.
"Go sit in my car and warm up," Pellner said. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Front or back?" I asked. At least I'd quickly have some idea where I stood on the suspect list.
Whew. "Can I just sit in mine?" Another test question tossed like a puck onto the ice in hopes that Pellner would take a swing at it.
Rats. That meant Pellner considered my car to be part of the crime scene. Maybe he'd search it, seeking out a stash of vintage tablecloths used for murderous deeds. And the possibility of finding vintage tablecloths in the back wasn't that far-fetched. I often bought and sold them at the garage sales I loved to attend and organize.
I dutifully climbed into the squad car and wondered how long it would be before CJ showed up. He probably wouldn't be happy to find me here. I bit my lip. CJ could think whatever he wanted. We were divorced, and I didn't answer to him anymore. I turned the vents so the heat blasted me, and settled in for what I hoped would be a short wait. I stared at my phone, wondering if another photo would come in. I jerked upright sometime later, when the driver's-side door swung open and Pellner eased in.
"Did you fall asleep?" Pellner asked. His dimples stood out even when he didn't smile, but they didn't really soften his stern face.
I blinked at him. "I guess I did." Another strike against me. There was a saying in law enforcement that only the guilty slept. "I was up late last night, working on my garage sale site." I craned my head around. "Where's CJ?"
"Out of town."
The last time I'd talked to CJ was four weeks ago, when I'd called to ask him a question about our taxes. After he answered my question, I'd asked how he was doing. His answer had been all business. Arrest rates had gone up, but so had the number of petty crimes, there'd been an uptick in car thefts, the department basketball team was having a good season, a good cop was retiring, and he'd had to hire someone new. After his curt answer and his lack of interest in my life, I'd hoped this was the last piece of untangling our lives after our divorce just over a year ago. At least that was what I'd told myself. But now I wondered where CJ was. I knew Pellner well enough to know that asking for details and getting an answer was about as likely as an eighty-degree day in February in New England.
"Did they find anything out in the woods?" I asked.
"A few cigarette butts."
"Someone was out there smoking while they were snapping pictures of me?" I felt cold all over again.
"We don't know when someone smoked out there, but they bagged them just in case. How do you know Margaret?"
"Everyone in Ellington knows Margaret." The local joke was you couldn't go out of the house without running into someone related to Margaret. She was beloved. And apparently behated by someone.
Pellner twirled his hand. "Give me the details."
"I met her at the first Spouses' Club event I went to. You know, the club on base for the wives and husbands of the air force members stationed on base?"
Pellner nodded, so I continued. "It was three years ago, right after CJ and I were stationed at Fitch. She was an honorary member."
"So you were friends?"
"Friendly. It's not like we hung out."
"What are you doing here?" His dimple looked serious. He wasn't asking lightly.
Then I remembered my argument with Margaret last night on my virtual garage sale site. Oh, boy, that wasn't going to look good when it came out. I could delete the thread, but when the police started questioning people, it was sure to be reported. It would look even worse if the thread was missing. And I wasn't computer savvy enough to really, really make it go away. But that was not what Pellner had asked, so I wouldn't bring it up yet.
"I'm setting up a February Blues garage sale on Fitch. There's also going to be a silent auction to raise scholarship money. Margaret agreed to donate some items. I was here to pick them up."
Pellner then walked me pretty much step-by-step through my morning, up to his arrival. I left out the details of my showering and makeup routine but did mention deciding to wear my favorite aqua sweater. If that wasn't enough detail for him, so be it.
"I had an online argument with Margaret last night about the vintage tablecloth that's stuffed down her throat." I felt like smacking my forehead. Why had I blurted that out? The image of Margaret and the tablecloth made me shudder. And by the surprised look on Pellner's face, my bluntness shocked him. But CJ had been in law enforcement the whole of our nineteen-year marriage. I'd observed his ability to detach himself from a situation all those years, and now it helped me to keep from cracking up.
Pellner pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "How did you happen to want to buy something from her?"
"She's a member of my Ellington virtual garage sale site."
"Did she sell a lot of things?"
"Lately, she had been. She called me a few weeks ago and asked how the whole thing worked. I talked her through it, and she immediately started posting items."
"Did she tell you why?"
"I assumed because it was fun or because she had that thrifty Yankee side so many people do in this area." I was sure the saying "Waste not, want not" originated here.
"But she was loaded," Pellner said.
"I never thought about it. Some of the richest people I know here wear ratty clothes, clip coupons, and shop at garage sales."
"Quirky New England types," Pellner said.
I paused as I thought about one of my conversations with Margaret. "She once told me she couldn't take it with her, so she might as well sell some of the things she'd collected." How different that comment seemed now that she was dead.
"From the look of things, she tried her best to take the tablecloth with her."
I shook my head. "Really, Pellner?"
He shrugged. Pellner turned down the heat, so the air was more like a light summer breeze than hell's furnace blasting through the vents. "My wife talks about your garage sale site. She loves it."
Good thing I had brought up the argument, because it would have come out sooner than I'd have guessed.
"But I've heard grumblings about your virtual garage sale."
"Grumblings?" I wondered what that was about. There'd been the odd bit of drama here and there, but not as much as I'd seen on some sites.
Pellner sighed. "Just tell me about the argument."
"Shouldn't we just wait to go over all this when the state troopers arrive?" In small town Massachusetts the district attorney could ask the state police to take over a murder investigation. And with someone as high profile as Margaret involved, I was positive that would happen.
"The Triple A with guns will show up soon enough. Humor me. I know you didn't kill Margaret, but they won't." He pointed toward Margaret's car. People bustled around it.
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Good fast-paced story. Interesting characters and story lines.
ALL MURDERS FINAL! is an enjoyable mystery. The characters are interesting, the story moves at a good pace, and the mystery kept me guessing. The love triangle present in the previous books continues in this one as well. Readers who prefer romance with their mysteries will likely enjoy this book. Disclosure: I won a free copy of this book in a giveaway.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Sarah Winston sees virtual garage sales as a way to keep her business flourishing during the winter months but she never imagined they could lead to murder. There are some crazy people online so to join her garage sale group you have to be added by someone already a member. Should be safe right? Nope, the crazies get in and one of her clients ends up dead. At loose ends about both the murder and her love life, she ends of working with both her ex, the man she is also dating, and a very interesting next door neighbor to put the real killer in the slammer. I am loving this series and I love that this one takes place during the winter months because it shows Sarah can get creative to keep her business growing. The author also continues to include the Air Force connection running throughout the series. Sarah has friends on and off the base allowing her to be part of both worlds. Her ex-husband is out of the military and now the police chief of Ellington. With each murder, the couple struggles with their relationship. She is also dating the local district attorney. Her friends have their opinions on who she should be with and so do I. Not much of a cook, Sarah spends a lot of time at DiNapoli’s restaurant, she is like family to the Italian owners. I get a warm feeling whenever they sit down to share a meal and a little wine. Her landlord and downstairs neighbor and Carol owner of the Paint and Wine are also 2 constants in her new non-military life. The main plot is complex. It seems to be tied to Sarah’s virtual garage sales but it takes time to find all the connections. Sarah also learns she has a stalker and that is scary because she doesn’t know if they are the murderer or if this has no connection to the case. I loved the way one part of the mystery was solved, but as the last part was falling into place I felt like when I watch a scary movie and you are peering through your fingers shouting “DON’T GO IN THERE!!” Thank you, Ms. Harris, my pulse was racing! I have really enjoyed the first 3 books in this series. Each one tops the one before. I am excited for book 4, A Good Day to Buy and book 5, I Know What You Bid Last Summer when it makes its debut on February 27!
Lots of twists and turns in this book. A real page turner!
Sarah Winston has been doing well with her garage sale business but, it's hard to hold a garage sale in Massachusetts in the cold, snowy winter. Sarah faces this problem head on as always by opening an online garage sale where members can list and buy items. The idea was good but the members can be overwhelming leaving Sarah feeling more like a babysitter than a business owner. Once of the members is found dead by Sarah after they had an online fight. As if trying to figure out who killed a customer wasn't enough, Sarah finds out the hard way that she has a stalker who seems to be everywhere she is. This story is fast paced and hard to put down. Once again Sherry Harris has written a suspenseful mystery full of twists and surprises. My favorite so far!
Title: All Murders Final - Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery Book 3 Author: Sherry Harris Published: 4-26-2016 Publisher: Kensington Books Pages: 288 Genre: Mystery; Thrillers & Suspense Sub Genre: Amateur Sleuths; Cozy Mystery; Women Sleuths ISBN: 13: 9781617730214 ASIN: B0138NHERM Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Rating: 4.75 Stars I received a copy of "All Murders Final!" from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for my honest review. Description From the Publisher: Her Next Sale When Sarah Winston started the virtual garage sale, it seemed like a keystroke of genius and the next logical step in her business. No more collapsing card tables and rainy-day washouts. But what began as a fun way to run garage sales during the long New England winter has become a nightmare of managing people and putting out fires. Online, she can avoid the crowds--but not the crazies. May Be Her Last She certainly never bargained on dealing with frightening threats. And when a client is murdered, it's time for Sarah to swallow her pride and seek the help of her ex--C.J. Hooker, chief of police. Forging a tense alliance, they search--online and off--for the killer. But solving this crime before someone else gets tagged seems virtually impossible… My Review: Sarah has taken her business to the virtual world. When she finds a competitor for a tablecloth winds up dead with said tablecloth stuffed in her mouth, Sarah calls her ex-husband, the sheriff for help. While waiting for him she is sent a picture on her phone. It is a picture of her waiting for CJ arrive. As the two hunt for a killer can they find him before Sarah is deleted permanently. I diverse cast of characters that are well developed individuals. You will find yourself thinking of them as being real living people as you read "All Murders Final". Sherry Harris as always delivers a story line that is thought out with plenty of clues and hints to keep readers involved in the story. The use of humor throughout the book keeps the story from becoming to dark and serious. Once you have read one of Sherry Harris' Sarah Winston mysteries you will soon be wanting to read them all. Even though this is the third book in the series, there is enough brief background information to explain past events and relationships. I recommend "All Murders Final" to anyone looking for a light humorous mystery that is not filled with violence and gore. My rating is 4.75 out of 5 stars.
A fantastic installment in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mysteries! I have loved this series since book one, TAGGED FOR DEATH. I enjoy yard sales. Okay, I enjoy the thought of yard sales, but I don’t enjoy the early Saturday morning involved. ;-) So, author Sherry Harris and her exciting books fill the need in the yard sale lover wannabe in me. I’ve had great fun reading about the adventures of Sarah Winston. She’s a wonderful character. Ms. Harris has brought this protagonist to life in such a way, I feel like I know her personally. I’m already looking forward to the next book so I can spend time with Sarah again! ALL MURDERS FINAL! is a thrilling mystery that started the action in its first sentence and didn’t slow down until the exciting conclusion! Brilliantly written, each chapter drew me in deeper and deeper, my anticipation mounting with every turn of the page. By the time I had reached the last page, all I could say was…Wow! The Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series is a shining gem in the crown of cozy mysteries, will ALL MURDERS FINAL! being the brightest jewel! Pick up your copy today at your local bookstore, or order it online, because no one in their right mind would ever put this wonderful book in their garage sale. They won’t want to let it go! Make sure to check out the back of the book for great yard sale tips!
The dangers of online groups and the anonymity of social media play a major role in All Murders Final! Not only is Sarah Winston suspected of murders linked to her virtual garage sale website, she is being stalked. Someone is watching her, sending pictures anonymously through Popit a fictional app. Simultaneously, Sarah seeks to clear her name while proving the existence of a stalker who leaves little evidence. While all of the Sarah Winston mysteries are good, All Murders Final! is perhaps the most chilling of the series. It is a good reminder that while online trading communities offer fantastic opportunities, it is important to take common sense safety measures, such as always having a friend present and meeting in a public place if possible. All Murders Final is an excellent addition to Sherry Harris's series, and a great cozy that is thrilling and pertinent. 5/5 I received a copy of All Murders Final from the publisher and Netgalley.com in exchange for an honest review. --Crittermom
I received a digital copy of this book from NetGalley for my honest review. I really liked this book! I enjoyed Sarah and her relationships with CJ and Seth and Pellner of the police department. And then she has good friends in this town that she has not been a part of for too long. And then there was Mike and his group. A very interesting addition to the characters. I did get an idea of who the killer was but I was still not sure how things all fit together. I found the book very readable and interesting and I will be looking for the next book in the series. I definitely recommend this book and series to readers of cozies.
All Murders Final! by Sherry Harris is the third book in A Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series. It is a cold February in Ellington, Massachusetts. Since it is next to impossible to hold garage sales during the winter, Sarah Winston (she is a garage sale organizer) has started a virtual garage sale website. People can list their items for sale (people who live in the area). Sarah monitors the site as well as listing items (and buying items). She thought this would be a great idea and help supplement her income. It is turning out not to be as easy as she thought. Just last night Sarah had problems with a listing when the seller agreed to sell her a tablecloth. Then someone offered the seller a higher amount of money and the seller (Margaret More) backed out of their agreement with Sarah (very unethical). The next day Sarah heads over to Margaret More’s house to pick up some items that Margaret is donating to the February Blues garage sale at the Air Force base, and Sarah finds Margaret dead in her car. The tablecloth in question (from the virtual listing) is shoved in her mouth. Sarah immediately calls the police. While Sarah is waiting for the police to show up, someone sends her a photo on PopIt (a photo site like Snapchat). The photo shows Sarah standing by Margaret’s car waiting for the police (it then disappears). Who is watching her and why? Sarah sets out to find the killer (she just cannot help herself). But Sarah keeps getting threats. Sarah seeks help from her ex-husband, Police Chief CJ Hooker (who has been cold and distant lately towards Sarah). Will Sarah be able to solve the crimes without becoming the next victim? All Murders Final! was a little disappointing to me. There seemed to be more focus on the love triangle between Sarah, CJ, and Seth Anderson than on the mysteries (I am tired of love triangles). The book was easy to read, had a good pace (flow), and was just the right length for a cozy mystery. I liked the mysteries (murder and stalker) though there is a definite lack of clues (you can figure out the killer and stalker without them) until just before the reveal. The author did a good job at trying to misdirect the reader. This is the third book in the series, but it can be read as a stand-alone novel. I give All Murders Final! 3.5 out of 5 stars. I just wanted a more difficult mystery and a lot less romance. One thing that was annoying were the many references to fluffernutter sandwiches (which is peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on bread—sounds disgusting) throughout the novel (they are actually trying to make it the Massachusetts state sandwich). Will I read the next book in the series? Yes. I will give it another go and see if there is improvement. One thing I learned from All Murders Final! is that virtual garage sale sites are dangerous. The author did provide some helpful safety tips at the end of the novel regarding these sites (the danger is in the delivery or pick up of items). I received a complimentary copy of All Murders Final! from NetGalley (and the publisher) in exchange for an honest review of the novel.
I liked all 3, but this one was the best. Liikeable characters and good plot twists. The dilemma over the two men got to be a bit annoying. Give me more interesting plot twists and less soap opera. Ihope there will be another soon.
Love this series. Cannot wait to read the next one.
You’ll Enjoy This Mystery to the Final Page There are so many cozy series out there right now that it seems there’s always a book about to come out I’m really looking forward to reading. After how much I enjoyed the first two books in the Sarah Winston Garage Sales Mysteries, All Murders Final! was definitely a book I was looking forward to reading, and it didn’t disappoint at all. The book finds Sarah in the middle of a mild Massachusetts February winter, but even so, winter in New England is not a time to be hosting garage sales, so Sarah has turned to running a virtual garage sale website for the town of Ellington to make some money. In addition to being the admin, she’s also a member of the site, buying and selling things herself. One morning, Sarah goes to pick up some things from Margaret More, a rich and powerful local woman. Only when she arrives, Sarah finds Margaret dead in her car with a table cloth stuffed in her mouth, the same table cloth that Sarah had been fighting with another woman over on the garage sale sight the nite before. While she is waiting for the police, someone sends Sarah a picture – of Sarah waiting for the police. What in the world has Sarah stumbled into? When I write my teasers for my review, I always try to tease as little of the plot as I can. Here, I’ve teased just the opening few pages of the book. When a story starts that strongly, I’m always hopeful that this portends a strong story to follow, and in this case it definitely does. There is always something happening, whether it is Sarah learning something new or some new event that keeps her on her toes and us turning pages. I did feel that the climax was a little rushed, but when thinking it over, everything did make sense in the end. The characters in this series have always been strong, and this book is no exception. We see plenty of the regulars as well as meet great new characters. All of them felt real to me, and I’m already ready to go back and visit them again. I hope a few of the characters introduced here pop up again as well because that would be awesome. There’s been a love triangle so far in this series as Sarah struggles between CJ, her ex-husband, and Seth, the most eligible bachelor in the area. We got some nice advancement of this story arc here, and I was very happy with how things ended, although I want to see more of both of them in future books. I can’t review this book without mentioning the humor. There are a couple of scenes that made me laugh near the middle of this book and several more great scenes and lines throughout. They were wonderful at easing the tension a little before we started the climb back to the climax. At the end of the book, we get a few tips for garage sales, real and virtual. I really need to start taking advantage of some of these tips, and if you saw my condo you’d understand why I say that. I was disappointed to reach the final page of All Murders Final!, and I’m already looking forward to Sarah’s next adventure. If you want a fun mystery that will keep you reading, be sure to pick up this book today. NOTE: I received an ARC of this book in exchange for my honest review.
This is a great book; this is the third book in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series by Sherry Harris. This book has a wonderful story and well developed characters. Sarah Winston started the virtual garage sale and thought it was a genius move for her business. However, she was not expecting so many issues from dealing with people, putting out fires and dealing with frightening threats. When a client is murdered, she swallows her pride and asks her ex C.J. Hooker, chief of police for help. They must work together to find the killer before he strikes again. This book will keep you reading long into the night. This was such a great read and full of surprises. I am looking forward to reading the next book by this great author. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
The latest in Sherry Harris' Sarah Winston Garage Sale Series, is a hit in my opinion. Sarah has decided that an on-line garage sale may be a lucrative business venture. But when murders begin, some of them are her customers , Sarah has 2nd thoughts about her new past time FTC Full Disclosure - A copy of this book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.
A fantastic installment in the Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mysteries! I have loved this series since book one, TAGGED FOR DEATH. I enjoy yard sales. Okay, I enjoy the thought of yard sales, but I don’t enjoy the early Saturday morning involved. ;-) So, author Sherry Harris and her exciting books fill the need in the yard sale lover wannabe in me. :-) I’ve had great fun reading about the adventures of Sarah Winston. She’s a wonderful character. Ms. Harris has brought this protagonist to life in such a way, I feel like I know her personally. I’m already looking forward to the next book so I can spend time with Sarah again! ALL MURDERS FINAL! is a thrilling mystery that started the action in its first sentence and didn’t slow down until the exciting conclusion! Brilliantly written, each chapter drew me in deeper and deeper, my anticipation mounting with every turn of the page. By the time I had reached the last page, all I could say was…Wow! The Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series is a shining gem in the crown of cozy mysteries, will ALL MURDERS FINAL! being the brightest jewel! Pick up your copy today at your local bookstore, or order it online, because no one in their right mind would ever put this wonderful book in their garage sale. They won’t want to let it go! Make sure to check out the back of the book for great yard sale tips!
This is the 3rd installment in this exciting series by the talented Sherry Harris. I love garage sales, yard sales, etc., so this series really appeals to me. I am also from Massachusetts so it is also nostalgic. As Sarah continues working on her garage sales, she is also developing an online presence as well. It can be difficult sorting through your social media content and Sarah finds herself being bullied in the big old cyber world. Not only does the cyber bully taunt her on her website, the bully resorts to sending her creepy photos via a popular phone app. Something big is brewing and Sarah is caught up in the middle. CJ and Seth aren't making these easier in the relationship department and Sarah knows she has some decisions to make. This book sent me on a wild adventure and and the quirky characters made this a fun book to read. I think the author has a great style of writing and tells the story with so much color you want to jump in between the pages and join Sarah and friends on another adventure. I received an ARC of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my fair and honest response.