Faux Pas
Florida’s only doggie-yoga instructor takes on a new sideline in sleuthing in this “fun new addition to the pet cozy genre” (Booklist).
 
Doggie-yogi Elle Pressley just wants to teach her classes at Pampered Pup Spa & Resort and save enough money to move out of her crazy mother’s house. Then the cuddly spirit of her late childhood dog, Angel, appears. As adorable as Angel is, Elle knows it’s a bad omen. Sure enough, the next day one of her wealthy clients is found dead in a mud bath. Celeste had her enemies—especially the woman who stole her husband. But the clues are leading to Dr. Ira Craft, the Botox king of Moon Key island, whose frantic wife Hope happens to be Elle’s best friend.
 
Determined to clear Ira’s name, if only for Hope’s sake, Elle enlists the help of private investigator Devon Burke, whose Irish charm and devilish good looks make him easy to fall for. But someone is determined to stop Elle from uncovering the truth. And now that Devon’s involved, it’s not just Elle’s life that’s in danger. Her heart is too.
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Faux Pas
Florida’s only doggie-yoga instructor takes on a new sideline in sleuthing in this “fun new addition to the pet cozy genre” (Booklist).
 
Doggie-yogi Elle Pressley just wants to teach her classes at Pampered Pup Spa & Resort and save enough money to move out of her crazy mother’s house. Then the cuddly spirit of her late childhood dog, Angel, appears. As adorable as Angel is, Elle knows it’s a bad omen. Sure enough, the next day one of her wealthy clients is found dead in a mud bath. Celeste had her enemies—especially the woman who stole her husband. But the clues are leading to Dr. Ira Craft, the Botox king of Moon Key island, whose frantic wife Hope happens to be Elle’s best friend.
 
Determined to clear Ira’s name, if only for Hope’s sake, Elle enlists the help of private investigator Devon Burke, whose Irish charm and devilish good looks make him easy to fall for. But someone is determined to stop Elle from uncovering the truth. And now that Devon’s involved, it’s not just Elle’s life that’s in danger. Her heart is too.
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Faux Pas

Faux Pas

by Shannon Esposito
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by Shannon Esposito

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Florida’s only doggie-yoga instructor takes on a new sideline in sleuthing in this “fun new addition to the pet cozy genre” (Booklist).
 
Doggie-yogi Elle Pressley just wants to teach her classes at Pampered Pup Spa & Resort and save enough money to move out of her crazy mother’s house. Then the cuddly spirit of her late childhood dog, Angel, appears. As adorable as Angel is, Elle knows it’s a bad omen. Sure enough, the next day one of her wealthy clients is found dead in a mud bath. Celeste had her enemies—especially the woman who stole her husband. But the clues are leading to Dr. Ira Craft, the Botox king of Moon Key island, whose frantic wife Hope happens to be Elle’s best friend.
 
Determined to clear Ira’s name, if only for Hope’s sake, Elle enlists the help of private investigator Devon Burke, whose Irish charm and devilish good looks make him easy to fall for. But someone is determined to stop Elle from uncovering the truth. And now that Devon’s involved, it’s not just Elle’s life that’s in danger. Her heart is too.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781780106991
Publisher: Severn House Publishers
Publication date: 10/01/2018
Series: The Paws and Pose Mysteries , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 208
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Shannon Esposito lives in a magical gulf coast town with fluorescent sunsets, purple dragonflies and the occasional backyard alligator. Her mysteries transport readers to Florida without the hefty price of airfare. She shares this little corner of paradise with her husband, twin boys and dogs. If she’s not writing, you'll find her coddling one of the above, hiding with a book or daydreaming with her toes in the sand.

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Abandoning my flip-flops so I could tiptoe quietly toward the back of the Mercedes, I clutched the gun in both hands, finger off the trigger like Devon had drilled into me, and snuck up on the shadow. As I got closer, I could hear a scraping sound. And breathing. My legs trembled with adrenalin but I managed to stay upright. Almost there. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I jumped out from behind the car and yelled, ‘Freeze!’ ‘Aaaaa!’ A scream and then I was pelted in the face with what felt like a handful of pebbles. Mrs Obermeyer had fallen back on the ground in her cream pants suite. Staring up at me, she clutched her pearls to her heart with one hand and held herself upright with the other. I stood above her with the gun still pointed at her. Our round, terrified eyes were locked. ‘Oh, my god!’ I breathed, finally dropping the gun to my side and reaching down to help her up. ‘Mrs Obermeyer, I’m so sorry!’ Her Pomeranian poked its tiny head up inside the car and began yipping at me through the driver’s side window. Mrs Obermeyer took my offered hand reluctantly, still eyeing me and my gun with suspicion. Her complexion was whiter than her hair. ‘Elle?’ She leaned against her car to catch her breath. ‘What in heaven’s name are you doing sneaking up on me . . . with a gun? Is that thing real?’ Closing my eyes in utter mortification, I pressed my lips together and nodded. ‘It’s not loaded. I’m so . . . so sorry.’ Opening my eyes I tried to explain my paranoia, the same paranoia I’d just convinced myself moments ago I’d successfully avoided. ‘I saw the shadow and thought you were someone hiding behind the car, waiting to . . . you know, attack me.’ She was still staring at me with wide eyes behind thick glasses. ‘Attack you? No,’ she said, her voice noticeably shaky. She held up her hand. In it she clutched a tin mint can. ‘Just dropped my mints. Was trying to clean them up.’ Nodding, I dropped my head. Then plucked a mint from where it had lodged itself in the top of my tank top. Not pebbles then. ‘Mints. Right.’ I was an idiot.

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