Book 2, Dead Man's Doll |
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Book 2, Dead Man's Doll |
Audra Clemmings loves Halloween. At least until she sees the display of voodoo dolls in the shop next door that resembles nearly everyone in Sugarwood, Ontario--including her.
Then there's the matter of the dead cowboy on the bench in front of her shop Stitch'n'Time...
A few great reviews:
"After reading the first book in the Sugarwood Mysteries, I became hooked on the characters, genre, and author. Ms. Bator penned a goodie in this murder mystery. Characters Audra Clemmings and Merilee Rutherford (best friends) hang in there together, always having each other’s backs through some terrorizing moments. Between the two of these women, figuring out the ‘who done it’ kept them guessing while wrapping the reader around their conjectures and info gathering. I enjoyed these women, completely enamored in their thought process. I adore cozy mysteries, and Ms. Bator just became one of my favorite authors of this genre." - Susan
"This is not your Wild West Cowboy story. No, this is contemporary and takes place in a small town. Yes, one of the shopkeepers in the charming downtown area is on the trail to find out whodunit. Lots of humor and speculation on who killed the cowboy and why, so I was not sure who the murderer was until the end of the book. Ms. Bator's description of the locations and the quirky fun characters engage readers in this well-written cozy mystery. Yes, I recommend the book to cozy mystery lovers." - Janet Glaser
"All the characters were well-crafted. One of my favorites is Miss Lavinia. She describes them so vividly it's as if you actually know them, great job.
Clemmings definitely has her hands full. However, in the end, she prevails. If you enjoy reading a really good cozy mystery then this is the book for you.
It has surprises, it's captivating, and keeps you wondering until the very end." - Digiecard
BWL Publishing Website: http://bookswelove.net/bator-diane/
Christmas blooms in Sugarwood in the form of a brightly lit tree in town square, colourful ornaments, and a snowstorm. It’s just Audra Clemmings’ luck that she literally stumbles over the local butcher in Miss Lavinia’s shop. Then a witch doctor arrives in town. Can Audra solve the mystery before the killer turns their sights on her?
Here's a little snippet!
As I grabbed my red parka from the closet, I smiled. The colour never failed to give me a lift, so I paired it with my favourite red hat and black gloves. I left Drake home to babysit Rex who, as predicted, fell asleep on the bed and still hadn’t returned to the couch. I was at the deli before I realized I could’ve taken the key and the car and then he’d be stuck there. Darn it! I was such a creature of habit.
At nine o’clock on the dot, I set a large black coffee on Officer Grant’s desk and asked, “Did you find out who owns that token?”
He scratched the stubble on his chin as he reached for the cup.
I moved it out of his reach. “Not so fast. I want answers.”
“And I want coffee,” he said, meeting my gaze. “If you think we’re at an impasse, keep in mind I’m the one with the gun and the handcuffs.”
“Good thing I’m not wearing my pajamas then.” The words sounded better in my head than they did aloud.
A nearby officer smirked.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Jacobs,” Officer Grant snapped. “Last time I arrested her, she was wearing her pajamas out in public.”
Handing him the coffee before he bit anyone, I decided to consider it my good deed for the day. I sat across from him and asked, “So?”
He sipped the coffee. “Needs cream.”
“You’re welcome.”
Dead Man's Doll Coming October 2022
from BWL Publishing: http://bookswelove.net/bator-diane/
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Sugarwood, Ontario was known for two
things: maple syrup and our Christmas tree lighting festival that
always went off with a variety of creative challenges but never failed to
impress. I just hoped we didn’t end up finding a body on a bench like we had
during the town’s Halloween bash. Since we had four days to go, I’d taken to
crossing my fingers whenever I thought about it.
“Do you think we have enough decorations?”
Merilee Rutherford, my partner both in Stitch’n’Time and crime solving, had circled
November twenty-seven with a fat, red marker weeks ago.
I gazed around our craft shop. Large shiny balls
hung from the ceiling, strands of garland draped over the top of every cupboard
and cabinet, and a four-foot tree glistened in the front window. We’d spent
hours wrapping empty boxes to pile underneath and added a few needlepoint kits,
fabric swatches, and sewing kits to attract customers.
I grinned. “I think Santa would feel right at
home in our workshop. All that’s missing are the milk and cookies.”
Drake, my Golden Retriever-slash-Husky raised
his head.
“How about a peppermint latte and cookies,”
Merilee asked. “I could run up to the bakery and grab lunch complete with
dessert.”
“Santa’s going to have to bring me a whole new wardrobe at this rate.” I tucked a thumb inside the waistband of my pants. They were getting snug already and it wasn’t even December. I started to tell her to hold the latte. No way was I giving up cookies before Christmas. In the end, I kept my mouth shut.
While Merilee was gone, Drake returned his attention
to the heat vent while I finished hanging one last string of lights around the
inside of the front window swaying to the soft Christmas music we’d already
started to play.
Outside the gloom of the day was brightened by
the swirling blue and red lights from a passing police car. Since there was no
way anyone could be speeding on the roads given the current conditions, I had
to assume the police were on their way to an accident.
Drake got up to amble toward the door.
“Do you need to go out?” I asked.
Rather than paw at the glass, he sat and yawned.
“Good to know it’s not an emergency.”
Less than a minute later, Merilee bustled
through the front door carrying a cardboard tray and a paper bag. Drake stood
as a string of drool seeped from the corner of his mouth.
I laughed. “You smelled cookies. What a surprise."
And who says a character has to celebrate a traditional holiday?