For food and cocktails columnist Hayley Powell, becoming a local culinary celebrity opens lots of doors. Unfortunately, one leads straight to cold-blooded murder…
When Hayley is invited to do a cooking demo on one of daytime's most popular talk shows, it's a welcome distraction from her empty nest blues. And the newfound fame certainly has its perksespecially when Olivia Redmond, the posh bacon heiress of Redmond Meats, offers Hayley a writing gig with a juicy paycheck.
But Hayley's good fortune fizzles fast. The heiress is found dead with her pet pot-bellied pig, Pork Chop, squealing bloody murder beside her body, and clogged arteries aren't to blame. It turns out Olivia's inherited a wealth of enemies over the years, and as Hayley trims the fat off a mounting list of suspects, it's clear that being rich and hot-tempered can be a recipe for disaster…
Includes seven delectable recipes from Hayley's kitchen!
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About the Author
Lee Hollis is the pen name for a brother and sister writing team. Rick Copp is a veteran Hollywood writer/producer and also the author of three other mystery novel series under his own name and Lee Hollis. He lives in Palm Springs, CA. Holly Simason is an award-winning food and cocktails columnist who lives in North Carolina. You can follow them on Facebook (Lee Hollis), Twitter (@leehollisbooks), and Instagram (leehollisbooks).
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Death of a Bacon Heiress
By LEE HOLLIS
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2016 Rick Copp and Holly Simason
All rights reserved.
Hayley Powell wished she was anywhere else as she picked at the last of her butter croissant and sipped what was left of her now cold coffee.
Bruce Linney was still talking.
Hayley checked the time on her cell phone. He had been prattling on for at least fifteen minutes. She sighed, brushed some stray crumbs off her light green blouse, and fixed her eyes on Bruce, pretending to at least be mildly interested.
She hated attending staff meetings at the Island Times newspaper.
Everyone gathering around a shoddy, scratched wooden table in a makeshift conference room with framed clippings of past landmark stories on the wall and discussing the major local news the handful of reporters were currently following.
A summer cottage break-in.
A controversial city council vote on new lobster boat regulations.
The high school swim team setting new records.
All topics Hayley was definitely interested in hearing about. It was just that Editor in Chief Sal Moretti, the big cheese at the paper, always scheduled these meetings during lunch, and he couldn't resist chowing down on a pastrami and rye sandwich during the meeting. Which was fine, but his mouth was so full half the time he was unable to speak and it provided crime reporter Bruce Linney with an opening to hijack the proceedings.
Bruce loved to hear himself talk.
And today was no exception.
"Now, we don't know what kind of secret project Dr. Alvin Foley was working on at the time of his disappearance, but I am following up on a few leads and hope to have some answers in the coming days," Bruce said.
Dr. Alvin Foley.
Now there was a fascinating story.
A young Stanford-educated scientist with an impressive résumé who had moved to Mount Desert Island three years ago to work at the Jackson Laboratory, a leading genetics research center located on the outskirts of town.
Kept to himself.
Hayley had run into him several times at the Shop 'n Save, and he would always make a point of smiling and saying hello.
He seemed to love cooking. He was always buying exotic ingredients to experiment with new dishes. One day it was Thai. The next Indian.
Hayley always felt guilty because she was the one who was supposed to be setting the culinary trends in town; after all, she was the paper's resident food columnist. But her grocery cart always seemed to be filled with Cheetos and packaged macaroni and cheese.
She hadn't seen Dr. Foley at the grocery store in a few weeks because he had mysteriously vanished without a trace.
No evidence of wrongdoing.
But the rumors were flying around town fast and furious.
Was he working on some kind of top secret medical breakthrough cure at the lab, and was someone willing to do him harm and steal his research in order to beat him to the punch?
That was the kind of rampant speculation everyone was gossiping about at the grocery store, at the high school baseball games, at the church socials. It was all anyone could talk about.
Hayley's phone buzzed.
She looked down at it, cradled in her lap, hoping it might be Aaron or one of her kids, but it was just Liddy confirming their girls' night out at Drinks Like A Fish, her brother's bar, after work.
Hayley felt a lump in her throat.
She was missing her kids big time.
Gemma was attending the University of Maine at Orono, studying for a bachelor degree in animal and veterinary science, and Dustin had recently been awarded a huge opportunity to spend the spring semester in Boston taking a college prep course in graphic design at the Massachusetts College of Art and Design.
She was so proud of them. But they were growing up so fast.
It scared the hell out of her.
She hated to admit she was suffering from a bit of empty-nest syndrome.
For so many years she had dragged those kids out of their beds to get ready for school, made them lunches, yelled at them to finish their homework. She had grown so accustomed to her roles as guardian, caretaker, and drill sergeant she was a little lost now that those roles no longer needed to be filled.
It was tough going home after work to an empty house.
She still had her loyal and loving dog, Leroy, and her demanding and moody cat, Blueberry, but it just wasn't the same.
"Now, I interviewed Dr. Foley's parents in Oregon and they said he had no enemies to speak of and was a dutiful son. They don't see any reason why anyone would want to hurt him. I put in some calls to Stanford and spoke to his professors and they all said the same thing."
God, Bruce was still talking.
This was not new information. Bruce had presented all of this exact information at last week's staff meeting ad nauseam. But he wanted to put on a good performance for Sal and show him he was still working hard on the case.
As for Sal, he wasn't even listening. He was opening his mouth as wide as he could to slide in the second half of his pastrami sandwich.
Hayley returned to her own thoughts again.
The handsome local vet she had been dating for a while now.
She had thought their relationship was progressing.
He seemed engaged. He was certainly affectionate.
But over the last month or so he had seemed to pull away.
She'd heard from him less.
He'd canceled a couple of dinner dates.
When she texted him or left a voice mail, he would take longer than usual to get back to her.
It was starting to worry her.
She had no idea where all of this was leading, or even whether this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, but she had grown so fond of him and didn't want to lose him from her life —
"Excuse me, Hayley, did you hear me?"
Hayley snapped to attention. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I asked you a question," Bruce said, scowling, arms folded across his chest.
"I didn't hear it," Hayley said, clearing her throat. "Could you repeat it?"
"Am I boring you?"
Hayley bit her tongue.
Don't answer that.
Don't answer that.
"I'm just a little distracted today, Bruce. My apologies. What was your question?"
"I asked you if you had any plans to investigate the Dr. Alvin Foley story," Bruce said, eyes fixed upon her like a laser beam.
"Why would I write about that? I'm the food-and-cocktails columnist. You're the crime reporter."
"Good. I'm happy to hear you're clear on that. Because my gut is telling me this is a big and complicated story, and we don't need some amateur sleuth sticking her nose into it and muddying the waters," he said smugly.
Muddying the waters?
Hayley couldn't even count the number of times she had jumped into a criminal investigation in the recent past and did Bruce's job for him. And she still let him take all the credit in his own column.
He should be on his knees thanking her. But she decided to stay mum. She simply nodded in agreement and let him continue his one-man show.
Hayley had zero plans to interfere with Bruce's fact-finding mission anyway. She was too preoccupied with her personal life.
Or lack thereof.
Besides, there was another story, completely unrelated to the strange case of the missing scientist, that was about to rise above the horizon.
And it was a doozy.
This one did not involve a missing person.
This person would be found very much dead.CHAPTER 2
"I bet it's the Chinese government trying to steal our scientific research!" bellowed one lobsterman at the end of the bar at Drinks Like A Fish. "You can't trust 'em. Nope. Can't trust 'em."
And with that, the grizzled, bearded lobsterman downed his mug of beer and slammed the empty glass on the bar, signaling Hayley's brother, Randy, who was owner and barkeep, to pour him another.
Hayley sat on a stool at the other end of the long wooden bar, nursing a Jack and Coke and waiting for her two BFFs, Liddy and Mona, to arrive. She had finished work a little early and showed up at the bar to catch up on all the gossip with her brother before the girls arrived, but today's happy hour was particularly busy, and Randy barely had enough time to say hello.
"They got spies everywhere," another weathered fisherman said, nodding in agreement. "You just watch. In a week or so, maybe a month, a new doctor will show up to take that missing guy's place at the lab, and he'll be one of them. That's why they grabbed him. So they could replace him with one of their own and have all that top secret research at their fingertips!"
The other men, who were hunched over the bar and slurping their own warm beers, grunted and nodded their heads. They had a consensus.
Chinese spies were infiltrating Mount Desert Island.
That had to be the explanation for Dr. Alvin Foley's disappearance. Not that he had some kind of family emergency and had left town without telling anyone. Not that he hadn't liked his job and chose to quit without handing in a formal resignation. It couldn't be something so simple.
No. It had to be much bigger.
And none of the locals would be satisfied until they spotted James Bond parachuting onto Sand Beach from a passing plane to take out the nefarious evildoers bent on world domination.
Randy caught Hayley's eye and grinned. This was par for the course at his bar. Men out in tiny boats on the harsh, unforgiving sea all day hauling traps for meager wages enjoying some downtime by clouding their minds with alcohol and allowing their imaginations to run wild before returning home to their families.
Another bearded man, with a black cap and wearing overalls, sat at a table a few feet from the bar. He raised his own mug, clutching the sides with his pudgy red hands and dirt-lined fingernails. "I think you got it all wrong, bub. It ain't the Chinese. That's just crazy talk."
Finally — a voice of reason.
"It's the Russians!"
"The Russians can blend in better as long as they learn to lose the accent. Nobody would suspect 'em. You drop an Asian inside the lab and I'm already suspicious."
The fact that many Asian men and women already worked at the Jackson Lab apparently was an undisputed fact lost on these men.
The door to the bar flung open and Liddy hustled inside. She hurled her tote bag on top of the bar and slid up on the stool next to Hayley. "Sorry I'm late. I was showing a property to a couple from Brunswick who couldn't make up their minds. I hate wishy washy people. Just make a damn decision!"
Randy came over and smiled at Liddy. "What can I get you, doll?"
"Something sweet. Like a mojito. No wait. A daiquiri. No, I don't want to risk a brain freeze. How about ... What are you drinking, Hayley? Oh, no, forget it. I don't want a Jack and Coke. Let me think. ... Should I go simple and have a Rose Kennedy? But vodka gives me a headache...."
Just make a damn decision, Hayley thought.
There was no way she would ever say that out loud.
"Where's Mona?" she asked.
"I saw her outside trying to find parking for that ridiculously big truck she drives. I know! I'll have a sea breeze. No. Make it a greyhound. I'm in a pineapple mood."
"You sure?" Randy asked.
"Yes. Wait. No. Yes."
"Yes ..." Liddy said, still not sure.
"I'm going to go make it now, okay?" Randy said, backing away.
"You can always order something else if it turns out to not be what you want," Hayley suggested.
"You're right. Fine. Go make it, Randy."
Randy was already pouring from the carton of pineapple juice.
"Now what were we talking about?" Liddy asked.
"Wishy washy people who can't make up their minds," Hayley replied.
"Right. God, I wanted to shoot myself. How does anybody deal with people like that?"
The lobsterman with the weathered face who had first proposed the Chinese spy theory was now wagging a finger at the man seated at the table as he downed yet another beer, white foam settling into his thick, shaggy beard. "Of course, it could also be Middle East terrorists! The Jackson Lab is a prime target for those nut jobs. Just think what would happen if they got their hands on some deadly airborne virus. They could just pop open a vial and let the wind do the rest. Bar Harbor could be ground zero for a bioterrorist attack!"
"What the hell are they talking about?" Liddy asked, stirring the greyhound cocktail Randy had just slid in front of her.
"Don't ask," Hayley said, shaking her head.
Mona burst through the door, red faced and eyes blazing. She marched over and struggled to lift her bulky frame up onto the last remaining stool alongside Hayley and Liddy.
"Sorry I'm late. Liddy stole my parking space!"
"I did no such thing," Liddy said, setting down her drink. "Oh, this is too sweet. I'm going to order something else."
"I pulled my truck ahead to parallel park it in the space right out front, and Liddy came roaring up behind me in her fancy Mercedes and just pulled in and took it. I had to go park behind the drugstore."
"I was doing you a favor, Mona. There was no way that monster truck you drive was going to fit in that tiny little space. You would have taken the front bumper off Hayley's car in the space behind it and right now you'd be on your knees begging her for forgiveness."
"There was plenty of room for my truck. You were just being your usual selfish, everything-is-mine self!"
"Well, at least you're both here now," Hayley said, hoping to calm the situation.
"That is so typical of you, Mona, pinning your bad decisions, like buying that gas-guzzling crime against the environment monstrosity, on me! Well, I won't have it."
So much for calming the situation.
"Oh, and I suppose that expensive Mercedes you tool around town in runs on cow dung?" Mona screamed, waving her hands at Randy to bring her usual Bud Light.
Hayley knew the only way to stop the sudden escalation of Liddy and Mona's latest diatribe against one another was to take drastic action.
Like dropping a bomb.
And that's exactly what Hayley decided to do.
"Aaron's going to break up with me."
Liddy and Mona stopped yelling at each other instantly.
"How do you know?" Liddy gasped.
"It's just a feeling I have. He takes so long to return my calls and texts. We hardly see each other. We had dinner a week and a half ago, but that's it. He says he's busy with his practice, but I think it's more than that."
"Have you talked to him about it?" Mona asked.
"I'm working up the courage. I think I'm avoiding a conversation because I dread how it might end."
"Honey, you could be misreading this whole thing," Liddy said. "Sometimes when a man suddenly pulls away, it could mean a number of things. He could be telling the truth and he's just busy, or he's dealing with a personal problem he doesn't want to drag you into...."
"Or he really is getting ready to dump you...." Mona offered.
Liddy grimaced and shook her head. "Or ... there is another reason he may be avoiding you, and I have seen this happen so many times. There is the possibility that he's getting ready to ..."
Her voice trailed off.
"What, Liddy, what? Getting ready to what?" Hayley cried, unable to take the suspense.
"Propose!" Liddy screamed at the top of her lungs.
She was so loud the gaggle of fishermen stopped their heated discussion about Chinese and Russian spies invading Maine and turned to see what all the fuss was about at the other end of the bar.
"Now, that's just ridiculous...." Hayley said, laughing it off.
"Think about it. You've been dating a while now. You've both expressed your feelings to one another. Gemma's already at college and Dustin has one foot out the door, so there's no awkward stepfather drama to deal with."
"Mona, help me here...."
"I think she may be on to something," Mona said, shrugging.
Et tu, Mona?
Hayley couldn't get her mind around the idea of Aaron proposing. It was way too soon. And she wasn't even sure how she felt about the prospect of getting married again.
She had already failed spectacularly once. She wasn't ready to dive in again.
Or was she?
Part of her was excited.
Part of her was scared out of her mind.
And part of her was supremely skeptical.
A proposal? That couldn't be it.
Or could it?
It would be a miracle if she got any sleep tonight.
As Liddy breathlessly detailed her theory as to why she was right about this, Hayley noticed Mona nodding, totally on board with Liddy's thinking.
Liddy and Mona agreed on something.
Now that was the true miracle.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Hayley Powell is invited to New York to tape a cooking show focusing on Bacon. While there Hayley gets to meet several celebrities and the Owner of a Bacon empire that has a pig named Pork Chop. They happen to spend some of the year in Hayley's home town. Olivia Redmond hires Hayley to write a food blog for the company. When her blog doesn't go live, she is forced to go to the estate where she finds an upset Pork Chop and a dead body. This was a well planned out story with lots of clues and twists. I enjoyed getting to know Mona better in this story. I was surprised once the killer was revealed...I love when that happens.
Hayley Powell at her best!
Had tough time getting through it
Death of a Bacon Heiress by Lee Hollis is the seventh book in the Hayley Powell Mystery series. I have not read any of the previous books but I was still able to follow the story and enjoy the book. It took me a couple of chapters to get into the story, but once I did, it was a quick read. Hayley works at the local newspaper as the office manager and writes a food/drink column on Mount Desert Island. She is invited to appear on a talk show in New York to showcase one of her bacon recipes that the host of the show was familiar with. While on the show, Hayley meets Olivia Redmond, heiress to Redmond Meats, the largest meat supplier in the country. The Redmond family summered on the island for years, so Hayley was familiar with Olivia. When they arrived on the island, Haley accompanies Olivia and her husband Nacho to dinner. They leave the restaurant in a huff after Olivia is disappointed with her meal. The next day, Olivia asks Hayley if she will write a blog twice a week for the Redmond Meats website. Hayley jumps at the opportunity. Meanwhile a fellow reporter that works with Hayley is investigating the disappearance of Dr. Alvin Foley, another island resident. When Hayley stops by Olivia’s house a couple of days later, she finds Olivia dead in her yard with Olivia’s pot-bellied pig, Pork Chop nearby. The suspect list is long and includes The Chat hostess and best friend, Rhonda Franklin, Olivia's estranged son, Red, her philandering husband, Nacho or her employee who feels he should be running the company. Olivia begins an investigation with the help of her brother-in-law, the local sheriff. In the meantime, Hayley has to provide a home for Pork Chop, as Red wants nothing to do with him, and Hayley’s other animals are not happy. She is also dealing with her boyfriend, Dr. Aaron Palmer the local vet. Aaron has been distant lately and is not returning Haley’s phone calls. When she stops by to see him he is too busy to talk. Hayley is worried that he wants to end their relationship while her best friend Liddy is sure he is getting ready to propose. I love the diverse characters in this story. Hayley's brother is the local bar owner and is gay, married to the local sheriff. Liddy is divorced and dating a lawyer 15 years her junior. Mona is a married mother of half a dozen kids with a lazy husband. She also supplies most of the island with seafood from her business. She "dates" Rhonda who is a lesbian, but has not intention of leaving her husband, it is just nice to hear nice things for a change. They all play very well off of each other and I enjoyed the interactions. I did figure out who the murderer was before the end of the story, but that was okay. It was still a fun read that held my interest. I will definitely read the next one in this series and may go back and read them all. I recommend this book to cozy mystery readers, especially those that love getting the recipes that are mentioned in the books, there are some great ones at the end of each chapter. I received a copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Death of a Bacon Heiress by Lee Hollis is the seventh book in the Hayley Powell Mystery series. Dr. Alvin Foley has been missing for a couple of weeks. It is the talk of the town until Hayley Powell, writer of Island Food and Spirits for The Island Times, is invited to do a cooking demonstration on The Chat where she meets Olivia Redmond. Olivia is the owner of Redmond Meats (a very powerful and rich woman). Olivia asks Hayley to write blog posts for the Redmond Meats website (and Hayley can really use the money). When Hayley stops by Olivia’s house, she finds Olivia dead in her yard (with Olivia’s pot-bellied pig, Pork Chop nearby). The suspect list is long and includes The Chat hostess, Rhonda Franklin. Hayley will have her work cut out for trying to find the culprit. In the meantime, Hayley has to provide a home for Pork Chop (and Hayley’s other animals are not happy) and is dealing with her boyfriend, Dr. Aaron Palmer (local vet). Aaron has been distant lately and is not returning Hayley’s phone calls (like he is avoiding her). Is he getting ready to propose? And what is going on with Rhonda Franklin and Hayley’s friend, Mona (who has been married for twenty years and has a houseful of unruly children)? They are certainly seeing a lot of each other. Things are lively and about to get worse when the body of Dr. Alvin Foley turns up. I found Death of a Bacon Heiress to be too ridiculous (silly). The mysteries were extremely easy to solve. The writer tries to lead the reader down the wrong path, but the killer is extremely obvious. Death of a Bacon Heiress can easily be read alone (you do not have to read the previous books in the series in order to know what it going on in the novel). There are some bacon recipes included in the back of the book (a bonus). Martha Stewart must be getting a royalty check from this book since she was mentioned four times. I was shocked that the main character thought three hundred thread count sheets were a luxury. I give Death of a Bacon Heiress 3 out of 5 stars. While Death of a Bacon Heiress is not for me, I am sure that many others will enjoy the humor in the novel. I received a complimentary copy of Death of a Bacon Heiress from NetGalley (and Kensington Books) in exchange for an honest evaluation of the novel.
Title: Death of a Bacon Heiress - Hayley Powell Mystery 7 Author: Lee Hollis Published: 3-29-16 Publisher: Kensington Books Pages: 496 Genre: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense Sub Genre: Amateur Sleuths; Cozy Mystery; Women Sleuths ISBN: 9781496702524 ASIN: B010ZZY0I2 Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley My Rating: 5 Stars . Hayley Powell is the Food and Cocktail columnist for The Island Times. She is asked by Rhonda Franklin, host of The Talk to demo a few of her bacon recipes on the show. When she arrives in New York Hayley meets Olivia Redmond, the heiress to Redmond Meats, and Pork Chop, Olivia's pet pig. Olivia offers Hayley a job writing for the company's blog twice a week. Delighted, Hayley accepts and quickly sends Olivia her first post. When Olivia fails to get back with her, Haley goes to Olivia's home to discuss her work. When she arrives she finds Olivia dead and Pork Chop's frantic squeals shattering the quiet of the home. Funny and quirky, Death of a Bacon Heiress is a must read for any cozy lover. I am sorry to admit I have not read any of the other books in the series and hope to remedy soon. Even though I have not read the six other books I had no problem keeping up with the events and flow of the story. Ms. Hollis' sense of humor comes through in the story and she keeps the reader involved with clues and a twist or two. With a smoothly flowing story and well developed characters I hope to enjoy many more of Hayley Powell's Mysteries in the future. Time to add to your to be read list. A definite 5 out of 5 stars.
This is a great book; this is the seventh book in the Hayley Powell Mystery series by Lee Hollis. Hayley Powell is a food and cocktails columnist. When she is invited to do a cooking demo on one of daytimes most popular talk shows she jumps at the chance. Her newfound fame has it perks when Olivia Redmond, the posh bacon heiress of Redmond Meats, offers Hayley a writing gig with a big paycheck. When Olivia is found dead, Hayley puts her sleuthing skills to the test to find out what really happened. If you are looking for a fun mystery, then you need to read this one. I am looking forward to the next book by this 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.
Hayley Powell is back in Death of a Bacon Heiress, the seventh installment in the Hayley Powell Food and Cocktails cozy mystery series. This book can be read as a standalone, as the author does a wonderful job of giving backstory so anyone can pick up the book and read it. However, you will definitely want to go and grab the first six in the series! They are equally charming and laugh-out-loud hysterical. I have really enjoyed this series since the very first book, and this book was no different, I really enjoyed this book, The plot itself is well written, well developed and well thought out. The twists in the story kept me guessing and it was a fast-paced read that kept me up late at night reading. I thoroughly enjoyed the new characters introduced and I also enjoyed seeing "new" sides of characters that I have known and loved since the beginning and new character relationship development in process. I can't wait until book eight, Death of a Pumpkin Carver, is released later this year! The combination of magazine columns and recipes add an additional layer of goodness to all of the Hayley Powell books. Overall, Death of a Bacon Heiress was a charming and hysterical read with a fast-paced story line and fun characters, (Hello, Pork Chop anyone?)! I received an ARC of this book, from NetGalley, in exchange for my honest review.
Hayley Powell mysteries are the brain child of a brother and sister duo, Rick Copp and Holly Simason, The topics go from a kitchen diva to a chocoholic, to a bacon heiress and more in between. I'm sure you can find several in the list that would be to your liking. The books are light easy to read cozies. I wonder if there are more to come. 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.
Another fabulous installment in a series that has been one of my favorites since the beginning! The Hayley Powell Food & Cocktail Mysteries never fail to make me laugh. The cast of regular characters in this series are absolutely marvelous to read. They are so varied. Each character adds just the right personality to this eclectic group. Author Lee Hollis comes up with some of the best one liners, and hysterical conversations and situations. There is never a dull moment with any of them. DEATH OF A BACON HEIRESS not only did justice to the rest of the series, it elevated it. That’s not something I would have thought possible. But this was a superb mystery written with a skill that simply amazed me. While the main mystery in the book was completely absorbing, there were also smaller storylines mix in that served to make this book even more outstanding. I would be hard pressed to pick my favorite part of story, but I will leave you with two words that will always make DEATH OF A BACON HEIRESS memorable to me…Pork Chop. As always, Hollis has included yummy cocktail and food recipes. You’ll also find an excerpt from the next Hayley Powell mystery, DEATH OF A PUMPKIN CARVER!
Was enjoying the story until the part whete it mentioned Sergio and his husband Randy. Turned me off xompletely.