Death by Coffee (Bookstore Cafe Series #1)

Death by Coffee (Bookstore Cafe Series #1)

by Alex Erickson

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Overview

When Krissy Hancock and her best friend Vicki decide to open a bookstore café in their new town of Pine Hills, they decide to call it "Death by Coffee," after Krissy’s father’s most famous mystery novel. Little do they know how well the name fits…

On their very first day of business, Brendon Lawyer huffily takes his coffee…to the grave. It seems he had a severe allergy to peanuts…but how could there have been nuts in his coffee? And who stole his emergency allergy medication?

Fortunately, Krissy’s love of puzzles and mysteries leads her not only to Officer Paul Dalton, but also to many of her new neighbors, who aren’t terribly upset that the book is closed on Brendon. But one of them is a killer, and Krissy needs to read between the lies if she wants to save her new store—and live to see how this story ends…

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781617737510
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 05/26/2015
Series: Bookstore Cafe Series , #1
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 159,105
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Alex Erickson is the author of the Bookstore Cafe Mystery series, which includes the novels Death by Coffee, Death by Tea, and Death by Pumpkin Spice. Alex has always wanted to write, even at a young age. He currently lives in Ohio with his family and resident felines, who provide endless amounts of inspiration.

Melissa Moran is an accomplished radio personality who has won both a CMA (Country Music Association) and ACM (Academy of Country Music) award in broadcasting. In addition to commercial voice-over work, theater, and improvisational comedy, Melissa has narrated over seventy audiobooks in many different genres.

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Death by Coffee


By Alex Erickson

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Eric S. Moore
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61773-752-7


CHAPTER 1

"One caramel latte," I said, setting the drink on the counter. I smiled brightly at the older woman who'd ordered it. She glanced at the cup, gave me a solid glare, and then snatched it off the counter with a grunt. She carried the cup to the corner table by the window, sat down, and sniffed her coffee like she fully expected it to smell awful.

I watched her show with my smile somehow still in place. When she'd ordered the drink, the woman had acted like she was being forced into it, which was stupid. Who would force someone to drink coffee?

She shot me a withering glare from her seat, as if she could hear the thoughts passing through my head, and then took a tentative sip out of the cup. Her eyebrows rose in surprise before she scowled at her cup and took another, longer sip. The more she drank, the angrier she looked.

"All righty then," I said, turning away.

When my best friend, Vicki Patterson, had called me up out of the blue and asked if I wanted to move to Pine Hills and start up a combination bookstore and coffee shop, I'd been ecstatic. I'd been working at a retail job I hated, selling clothes to women as big around as my leg. Her call was my way out. We loved books. We loved coffee. What could possibly go wrong?

Vicki had moved to Pine Hills a few months before her call. We'd grown up in California together, where celebrities walked the sidewalk, where you couldn't take two steps without tripping over someone's runt of a dog, so her move to a small town in the Midwest caught me completely by surprise. We'd spent nearly every second of our lives together before she left. We'd gone to the same high school, attended the same college. Losing her had felt like losing a part of myself. When she'd called, I'd just started to get used to life without her.

"There's absolutely no bookstore or coffeehouse in town!" she'd all but squealed into the phone. "It'll be perfect, Krissy! We can live close together again!"

How could I say no to that?

Before I knew what I was doing, I was talking to my dad about the investment and looking for a house in Pine Hills. It would be good for the both of us. Vicki had moved away from home in order to get away from her parents, who loved her, sure, but were intent on making her follow in their footsteps. They were both actors and they didn't understand why she wouldn't jump at the chance to be a star. But show business wasn't the life she wanted. She hated being in front of cameras, hated comparing herself to the other girls, who would do just about anything to land an acting job. No matter how many times she told her folks, they just didn't get it. So she just up and moved away. It was the only way she could escape the pressure.

I glanced up the two steps that led to the bookstore portion of our store. Vicki was talking with a woman near the mystery rack, who was listening to her with rapt attention. Vicki had the requisite long legs and the perfect blond hair to get most any job—acting or otherwise, yet this was what she wanted to do. Her bright blue eyes, trim figure, and bubbly personality would have been a hit on the big screen, and I often wondered if I was somehow holding her back. I mean, who was I, really? If I tried out for a movie, I'd end up being cast as the creature from the swamp or the unattractive best friend, if I was cast at all.

Vicki saw me looking, gave me one of her winning smiles, and then turned back to the woman. She held out a book to her and I noted it was one of my dad's first.

I heaved a sigh. Vicki wasn't the only one who had a somewhat-famous parent. My dad used to be a mystery writer before he retired, and it was on his minor success that we were able to open our little store. I don't think we would have gotten a big-enough loan, otherwise.

The bell above the door tinkled and I turned to our newest customer. A middle-aged woman stepped inside and looked around the little space in wide-eyed wonder. She was short, a little on the dumpy side, and was graying at the temples. Her gaze fell on me, causing her entire face to light up. She rushed over to where I stood behind the counter; her purse was clutched so tight to her chest, I was worried it would explode.

"Welcome to Death by Coffee," I said, cringing just a little. I abhorred the name, but Vicki had insisted on it.

"Kristina Hancock?" the woman asked. She leaned forward, giving me a look that made me worried that she was looking for a bit more than just a cup of coffee. She appeared ready to devour me, clothes and all.

"Yes?" I answered hesitantly. I was pretty sure I'd never seen this woman in my life. My name wasn't any big secret or anything; but being new in town, I found it unsettling to have someone already know who I was when I didn't have the slightest clue as to her identity.

"Daughter of James Hancock?"

I groaned inwardly. Of course. That was how she knew me. I should have known. "Yes," I said, somehow managing a smile.

"Oh, my." She fanned herself with her purse. The skin under her arm flapped alarmingly as she did. "I'm such a big fan of your father's. I mean, when I saw the name on the door, I was positive it had to have something to do with him. And then when I saw you ... Oh! You look just like him!"

Sure, if I had a beard and was bald and was sixty pounds heavier, maybe.

The woman blinked her eyes rapidly as she continued to fan herself. I didn't know what to say to her. I never wanted to name the store after my dad's most popular book, but Vicki had insisted. He'd supplied us with most of the money we needed to get started with the store. He'd even donated over half of the books we were selling. He hadn't written a book in at least five years, yet people still treated him like royalty.

It was part of the reason why I wanted to get away so badly. Like Vicki, I didn't want to live on my dad's reputation. I wanted to be my own person, find my own way.

Vicki, unfortunately, didn't quite see it my way.

"Just think of it," she'd said, trying to convince me it was for the best. "His fans will surely love the name and will come flocking in because of it. Can we really risk losing such easy advertising?"

I, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. I could handle using my dad's reputation to at least get us started, but the name? I mean, Death by Coffee? Really?

Of course, she wouldn't listen to reason. She insisted it would be for the best. My dad was the only real celebrity we had. Her dad's only claim to fame was a cameo on The Walking Dead. He was zombie #12, I believe.

"Do you have any of your father's books for sale here, hon?" the woman asked after she'd sufficiently fanned herself off.

"We do," I said. "And they're signed. If you'll talk to Vicki, I'm sure she can—"

"Oh no, I don't need them," the woman said with a wave of her hand. "I already have his complete works, all signed, of course. I met him in Austin a few years back. That's Texas, you know?" She leaned in closer. Her impressive bosom rose up beneath her chin and threatened to spill out over the counter. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Do you know if he's working on anything new?"

I kept my smile plastered on as I answered. "I don't think so. I'll ask him the next time I talk to him."

"Do that." She leaned back, allowing her breasts to jiggle back into place. "My name's Rita Jablonski, by the way." She held out a dumpy little hand.

"Krissy Hancock," I said automatically, taking her hand. It was damp and oddly squishy.

She gave my hand a single weak pump before scanning the menu. "I suppose I should have some coffee," she said. "Yes, just plain black coffee. I can't abide that flavored stuff. It's bad for my digestion."

My face was starting to hurt from all of the smiling, but I refused to stop. I was afraid of offending Rita somehow. We weren't getting many people stopping by, despite the fact we'd just opened Death by Coffee that very morning. I would have thought the people of Pine Hills would have been thrilled to have a place to buy a book or two or get a morning coffee and a cookie, but it appeared I was wrong. A part of me was certain it had something to do with the name.

I poured Rita her coffee and carried it back to the counter. She hadn't clarified whether she wanted it for here or to go, so I put it in a to-go cup in the hopes she'd take the hint and would go away. I handed it to her with a polite "Thank you for stopping by."

Rita took off the cap and sniffed the coffee. She didn't turn to leave.

"You know, I've always wondered why we never had a bookstore in Pine Hills," she said, glancing toward where Vicki was ringing up a sale. "It's a shame, I tell you. The library is a mess these days. No one seems to want to read real books anymore. They have their newfangled electronic devices and call that reading." She snorted before taking a sip of her coffee. "This is good."

The door opened and an older couple stepped inside. I perked up, hoping they would distract me long enough that Rita would leave, but one look at them told me I'd have no such luck. The woman was dressed in what I could only describe as schoolmarm. Her dress sagged on her roundish frame. Even the flowers looked sad. Her hair was pulled tight to her head in a steel gray bun. The lines on her face gave her a severe look that warned that she wasn't someone to be messed with.

Her scowl practically burned when she glanced at me before she scanned the rest of the store. The man at her side—her husband, I presumed—looked like a rabbit surrounded by savage wolves. His sweater looked old and worn, like it was the only article of clothing he wore. He was balding in a way that made me wonder if he spent time pulling his own hair out, or if his wife did it for him. He didn't look anywhere but at the woman in front of him, as if waiting for her to give him some command or another.

"That's Judith and Eddie Banyon," Rita said. "They own the diner down on Pine, J and E's Banyon Tree." She glanced at me. "It's like a play on words, you know."

"Ah," I said.

"Their diner was the only place in town where you could get a good cup of coffee—at least until now."

Judith continued to scan the room, not budging from the front of the store. Her fists were clenched, as were her teeth. I was afraid she might have a stroke or something if she didn't relax.

Finally she gave an exaggerated huff, turned, and stormed back out the way she'd come. Her husband looked up long enough to give me a quick apologetic shrug before following her out.

I watched it all with a feeling of dread. One day open and I'd already alienated the local diner owner. I guess I'd better learn to cook for myself if I wanted anything other than fast food. Speaking of which, I didn't recall even seeing a fast-food restaurant in town on my way in. They'd probably all been scared away by Judith's scowl.

The older woman in the corner heaved herself up the moment the couple was out the door. She gave me a dirty look before she took off after the couple, leaving the remains of her coffee behind. I could hear her calling out Judith's name as the door swung closed.

"And that was Eleanor Winthrow," Rita said. She took a slow sip of her coffee and sighed in contentment. "She's Judith's best friend."

"Is she now?"

"Oh yes," Rita said, turning to me. "She often checks out new places for Judith and reports back to her. Her husband died ten years ago—an aneurism, if you can believe that. Ever since he died, Eleanor has followed Judith and Eddie around like a lost puppy."

My smile grew strained. I really didn't need the play-by-play of all my customers, though I did have to admit it was nice to learn a little about the people in town. I didn't know anyone.

"Excuse me," I said, extracting myself from behind the counter, rag in hand. I headed to the table Eleanor had so recently vacated and took my time in wiping it down. I hoped Rita would wander off to bother someone else. However, when I was done, she was still standing there, watching me. With a sigh I returned to my spot behind the counter.

"Brendon Lawyer," she said with a nod of her head.

I followed her gaze and found myself looking at a man across the street. He'd apparently just come out of the building behind him—the door was just swinging closed. I couldn't read the lettering on the windows, thanks to the sun reflecting off them, so I wasn't sure what the building was exactly. He looked both ways before crossing the street, with briefcase in hand.

"A lawyer?" I asked as he approached the door. The man was dressed like one, in a three-piece suit magnificently pressed. You could cut yourself on those lines. A giant class ring on his right hand caught the sun, nearly blinding me, as he reached for the door.

"Of course not," Rita said with a flippant wave of her hand. "That's just his name. He thinks he's a bigger fish than he really is." She snorted as if she found it preposterous.

Brendon entered Death by Coffee and strode to the counter. He glanced disapprovingly at Rita before scanning the menu board. He was clean-shaven, though he'd nicked himself below the right ear, leaving a tiny cut. His hair was black and slicked back to shiny perfection. His jawline was as severe as his clothes, and if the lines on his face were any indication, he spent quite a lot of time scowling.

"Coffee. Black. Two sugars. To go." He looked away.

I went to get his coffee, slightly miffed at his abrupt manner. Whatever the guy did for a living, I hoped it didn't involve dealing with live people. He'd spoken all of six words to me—well, barked them more like—and I already disliked him.

When I returned with his coffee, he snatched the cup off the counter, tossed down some money, and then walked away without waiting for his change—all of two cents. Even though he'd asked for his coffee to go, he took it to the corner table I'd just cleaned.

"You should come to our writers' group meeting!" Rita clasped her hands together.

"Uh, what?" The abrupt change in subject caught me off guard. "I don't write."

"Sure you do." Rita playfully smacked me on the back of the hand with a giggle. "We meet Tuesday nights at the local church." She pointed out the window. I looked at where she was pointing, but all I saw were the stores on the main drag. She gave me another giggle. "You can't see it from here."

"I don't know," I said. "I just moved in and have yet to unpack. And like I said, I don't write."

"Everyone will love to have you." Rita opened her purse, seemingly oblivious to my refusal. She removed a coffee mug and held it out to me. "Here," she said. "I brought this for you."

I took the mug from her. "Um, thanks." I tried hard to sound enthusiastic.

The mug was white with PINE HILLS WRITERS written on it in large block letters. I set the mug behind the counter, where it wouldn't get broken.

"It's no biggie," Rita said with a smile and a pat of my hand. "I hope to see you on Tuesday." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, dear, I best be going. I don't want to keep you too long, you know."

Too late, I thought as she grabbed her coffee from the counter where she'd set it. She waved once and then waddled away.

"She seems enthusiastic."

I glanced over to see Vicki smiling at me.

"She seems something, all right."

"Think you'll go?"

I shrugged. "I don't write."

Vicki laughed. "I don't think that matters to her. I caught a little of your conversation. She seems taken with the idea you'll be just like your dad."

"She'll be disappointed."

"Excuse me, miss?" I looked up to find a short, balding man in a tweed jacket standing at the counter. He was holding his hand over his nose like he smelled something terrible.

"Yes?" I asked, taking a deep breath. Everything smelled fine to me.

"There's a cat in here."

I looked past him to where a long-haired black-and-white cat sat on the table that I assumed was his sitting spot.

"That's Trouble."

"It sure is," he said. "I'm allergic."

"No," I said with a smile. "The cat's name is Trouble. He's our resident feline."

"I'll go get him," Vicki said. She hurried around the counter, long legs scissoring toward where the cat was busy washing his nether regions on top of the man's newspaper. All eyes followed her.

Well, all male eyes, anyway.

"He's supposed to stay up in the bookstore," I said, trying my best to sound apologetic.

The man's eyes were watering. He frowned at me a moment before turning and walking out of the shop, leaving both his coffee and paper behind.


(Continues...)

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Death by Coffee 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 50 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
[I received this book free from the publisher through NetGalley. I thank them for their generousity. In exchange, I was simply asked to write an honest review, and post it. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising] My first thought when I saw this culinary cosy was:oh goody, another coffee bookshop series. My first thought halfway through was: why do authors try too hard? This first in the series book stumbles some, focussing too much on the details and not enough on the actual story, and that makes it disappointing in my opinion. Other culinary cosies seem more polished. The premise is actually quite good, but the execution needs to be tightened up. Krissy and Alex need to dump the cats they never should have rescued in the beginning, close down the store and start over someplace else instead of alternating rosy futures. Sometimes you have to be realistic
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Foreign Substance in the Coffee Looking to branch out on their own, best friends Krissy and Vickie have moved away from their Southern California home and opened a combined coffee shop and bookstore in Pine Hills.  Vickie even has the bright idea to name it after one of Krissy’s Dad’s bestselling books, Death by Coffee.  Unfortunately, business on their first morning is slow.  Painfully slow.  In fact, Brandon Lawyer is one of their few customers.  He gets his coffee in a to go cup, walks back to his insurance office across the street, and dies a few minutes later.   Naturally, the rumors start flying about their coffee, but Brandon actually dies from his peanut allergy, something that he definitely didn’t pick up from their shop.  Being raised by a mystery writer father has made Krissy naturally curious, and she begins to investigate, hoping to catch the killer.  Can she do it?   I wanted to love this book.  The premise certainly sounded promising.  Unfortunately, it never quite rises to the level it could have.  The characters are a mixed bag.  Krissy and the suspects are fairly well developed, but the series regulars are actually rather flat.  The plot seems to move forward in fits and starts, although it does reach a logical climax.  The humor of the book actually comes from Krissy embarrassing herself, which I rarely find funny.  Oh, and I really hated her cat.   The book was interesting while I was reading it, but when I set it down, the flaws became more apparent.  Hopefully, this debut author gets stronger in future books since this one is only average.   NOTE: I received an ARC of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Whether you love classic whodunits or more modern series that throw in a splash of romance, you're sure to be disappointed by this; I only finished this in the hopes that the narrator was the next victim!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Two stars for pulling together an ok mystery but its hard to like a book when the protagonist is a rude, shallow, self-centered idiot. From driving into town the day before opening the new store (leaving her partner to set things up) to chasing a guy she met that week to relentlessly forcing strangers to reveal personal info so she can show the world how clever she is all the while complaining about people that won't leave her alone,she couldn't be more annoying.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She justifies stalking a widow with daydreams of parades in her honor for solving the murder.
NanLou More than 1 year ago
I read Death by Coffee with great anticipation - sounded like a pleasant read. Boy, was I wrong! How can you enjoy a book when you immediately dislike the main character. She was overly rude and intrusive. She went up to complete strangers and asked them questions about their private lives - no intro, no explanation. Then she complained when someone bothered her. She also talked about MY SHOP when she had a partner and she put almost no effort into the shop. Then the two girls had NASTY CATS and actually brought one into the shop to spread fur and attack customers into the shop. I cannot recommend this book to anyone. I unfortunately bought 5 of the series and deleted all of them after I read the first - waste of money & time!
Jaybee-16 More than 1 year ago
Have to admit to being a BIG mystery fan and also really like the cozy stories that almost always continue with a series that pulls me in from book 1 to the last which may be 8, 10, or 12 books later (i.e. Denise Swanson's series, the Bakeshop series by Ellie Alexander, Jen McKinlay's great library lover's series, ...) I am also a sucker for any book noting "First in a New Series" which how I happened to buy (yes, I actually bought the book at my favorite B & N store) Death by Coffee. It does follow the general pattern of a cozy...girl starting over, usually after a split from a guy, going into the hat, bakery, doughnut, book, bed and breakfast, etc. business in a lovely and pure (until she arrives) town. The town characters add charm, wit, or a touch of mystery and there is almost always a cop around who is looking for a love interest. However, this "new girl" in town, Krissy, it so aggravating, I wanted her to be the next victim. To be honest, I bought the book when it was first published (2015) and it took me until now (2018) to finish it. I put it down after the first few chapters, let it sit for months, tried again from the beginning, stopped again, put it on the bookshelf and forgot it and its characters (who goes around asking point blank questions, pushing past people to accuse them, is rude, and also has a goody-goody friend who takes over the business practically full time, so the partner can go around being pushy and rude to an entire town? Found the book recently, marker still in place, as I was clearing books out to donate (very hard for me to part with my books) and decided to complete the book--never leave a book unread, Right? But it was not a pleasant task. I may try book two--Death by Tea, but will not buy it. Apparently, Mr. Erickson has changed and/or improved, because I see he now has four books in this series. Maybe Krissy has matured and gone to detective school to learn how to investigate properly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
joannefm2 More than 1 year ago
The author doesn't know how to write women - or cats. Women do NOT say "the throne" (and you know what I'm referring to). Cats do not climb under your dress and up your legs...unless your cologne is catnip. Also, what cop lets a citizen into a crime scene just because he has the hots for her? And what cop's mother (also a cop) practically tells this woman to sleep with her son? She's never at her new shop; just walks up to strangers and asks them if they killed the guy; harasses people, etc...Bad, bad, bad...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The protaganist is annoying and too simple. The plot was redundant and slow. Only the ending gave this book a thin thead toward redemption.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Their was a lot of words saying nothing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
too repititive throughout the whole story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Below me,the reviewer has the coffee shop's name as Death By Chocolate.Then some had the future next book as"Death By Tea"Because of the bad reviews I won't be purchasing this book,but I was entertained,for free,by reading the reviews.
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
**I received an ARC of this story in exchange for an honest review** Krissy's dad was a mystery writer. Her best friend's name is Vicky, who had called and ask her if she wanted to start a combination book store/coffee shop. Krissy was happy to say yes as she had a retail job and hated it. Both girls loved books and coffee and had grown up together. The name of the store was Death By Chocolate, the name of Krissy's dad's most popular book. Krissy's dad is a mystery writer so she tries to find things that are wrong or that she thinks are wrong and then find the answers. She loves her dad and her best friend Vicky. She is loyal and true, but also curious and determined. I read the whole book, but it dragged. I found it hard, in regards to keeping my attention.
Anonymous 7 months ago
This book is an easy read, but it lacks substance. It doesn't flow in a story-telling sense. The main character lacks zest. I enjoy cozy mystery novels, but this one barely kept my attention
ryanphoffmann88 More than 1 year ago
Krissy Hancock is a new kind of amatuer sleuth. She not only owns a bookstore and coffee shop in the Midwest (Pine Hills, Ohio). She is also the dauther of a famous mystery writer. On the first day in business a costumer dies after drinking a cup of her coffee. She becomes the prime suspect and target of the small towm residents. Which brings her to looking into the investigation all om her own. Her investigating is very interesting, like watching an adult Nancy Drew, search for clues and question people in the town. The town is very acurate to any small town, the businessess, the people and the law enforment. It is a very small department. It is a very good book.
ryanphoffmann88 More than 1 year ago
Krissy Hancock is a new kind of amatuer sleuth. She not only owns a bookstore and coffee shop in the Midwest (Pine Hills, Ohio). She is also the dauther of a famous mystery writer. On the first day in business a costumer dies after drinking a cup of her coffee. She becomes the prime suspect and target of the small towm residents. Which brings her to looking into the investigation all om her own. Her investigating is very interesting, like watching an adult Nancy Drew, search for clues and question people in the town. The town is very acurate to any small town, the businessess, the people and the law enforment. It is a very small department. It is a very good book.
bwilhoite More than 1 year ago
I started off really liking this cozy. By the time I was finished, it was just ok. I either liked the main character and laughed or she annoyed me. I really like the idea of a coffee shop and bookstore together especially ran by best friends.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
good+introduction%0A
SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
While I like cozy mysteries, there are some I'm not sure about. This is one of those. Especially the main character. Maybe its how she goes about solving the mystery. I like that the other characters at least say something about this. Characters I like so far are Vicki and Dalton. I did like the small town aspect the coffee shop bookstore aspect. I want to like this. Hopefully the character is more likeable in the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reading all of this series.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Actually its rating is minus one. Not sure why it was published. It took me several months to slog thru this mess (and several paper books) because my toleration extended to only one or two pages at a time. None of the characters were developed enough to be interesting. In fact they had a tough time achieving two dimensions. The main character mirrors her own lack of self esteem in praise of her perfect best friend; who is not otherwise developed. The closest any come to development are the cats.
Irish_Roever More than 1 year ago
I only read 50 pages before I gave it. The Main Character appears to be a "basket case", and did not appeal to me. Also, the character seemed to know little about her cat (through she supposedly adopted it as a kitten). Hard to believe the author had cats from the way he wrote about them.
csrsvivr More than 1 year ago
This is the first book in the series. It’s the first day of business for a local bookstore/coffee shop called, “Death by Coffee”. The owners; Vicki Patterson and Krissy Hancock were so excited and nervous about the first day they couldn’t believe someone would die. Who dies is an attorney that isn’t liked very much anyway, but when the word murdered is spoken, Krissy has to step-up to save her store. Krissy’s meddling puts her smack in the path of Officer Paul Dalton and his mother, Chief Dalton. Do they want her helping, no but that doesn’t stop Krissy. Who killed the attorney and will Krissy get a date with hunky Officer Dalton when the investigation is over?