Playing and staying a place called le pixie. Club style, but also connected to a hostel, but also housing for working people, maybe like a dormatory. After check, we chow some, and i head up to the room to get a nap in before the gig. Unfortunately, not to many folks there tonight, but sometimes it happens, and tuesday can be tough anywhere. We're here to play, so we gotta give it all we got. Sometimes in these situations, i can become more self conscious than if there were hundreds of people. So i gotta really watch getting lost in my own head, the way to combat this is to really try my best to focus on tom and mike, make our own little stage world.
Lots of fun after the gig, since we're staying here, home for the night is close, and the gear won't get touched till tomorrow morning. This makes it relaxed, and gives us time to hang with each other for a bit. I mean they're looking into the window and here I thought it was down the block! I something about chillies and scovilles though so we rap about that for a while. I tell him and damien I want them both on my radio show soon as we can - maybe tomorrow? I dig much and chow it right down.
I rally from last night's clam bake though I still fuck up a little, for example the entire end of "thistle-headed-man" and putting taiyo and tsuki in the wrong places like last night. I kind of pushed them into it but they're brave men and did good. I get to hose off, shower!
I konk clean. After b-fast, tom and i take a little walk around town. Everything is still wet from rain, but it's also very sunny outside and for the first time actually a bit warm. We don't walk too long though, because we gotta get back within the half hour to load the gear. Even though we get back in time to help, most of the gear is already in the van Back just in time to get in from the rain though, it's like a faucet in these parts, and just comes on! Gig spot is in giant pen that once housed nazi subs, pretty weird place to play.
Regardless of it's history, still a very interesting place. Tom, Axel and i made our way to the roof to get a better view of the port while waiting for soundcheck. Playing small space in the upstairs bar part of this venue, and nicholas is set up on the bigger stage downstairs. Also, biggeir crowd than the last couple gigs, but not best sound on stage. I started off a little out of it too, id spaced out on a couple little things i usually arrange after guess whats set. Earlier, i layed down for just a monent, next thing i knew, tom was waking me up to play.
Another thing i had noticed was a buzz when i lightly hit the kick drum, i was worried there was a small rip, and sooner than later it'd pop all together. Luckily it held, and when i checked it out later, i noticed the front head had blown out. Lame, but not too big a problem. The drum kit is turning into an almost replica of something id use at home. All we need now is the boom for the ride, and a snare stand for the small tom tom, which also got new skin today. Truthfully, i might look into changin' the way i do things when i'm home.
I'm kinda diggin' damien's style of bringing the ride in off the kick drum, one less stand! The plan is to take two trips to hotel. Even though i napped, and i'm up, i opt for the first train out. No need for me to stay and drink. I need to get good rest whenever possible.
Nicholas does the driving, and there's only 3 left behind, axel, damien, and macario. I gotta wear a bandaid cuz the cotton disc that I used to stop it stuck and had to be torn off but I was a lot luckier than bob-san a couple tours ago in the u. I sure miss them, miss them big time. I chimp diary and we rap about these pictures taken in kumamoto city kyushu, japan of myself , tom and raul back in during our first tour of the third opera - man, that was a trip I guess our hosts they were really nice cats, don't get me wrong - they were beautiful and just the best had found my camera and took pictures of us all yopporai 'borracho' in jap and passed out and I found them the next day when looking through to help my chimping diary, all of us in our konk masks, pretty hilarious.
I go to the dressing room to rest a little after and damn if I don't konk for like three hours, like last night tom rousts me just before we're to go on around twenty after eleven. I've got a buddy who's the boss of a band called the go! I am too tuckered, sorry. Missed breakfast, but damn, i must need the rest. We shared a room, and tom had a lil snore going, but my thought was i didn't want to be woken up by the stumblers whenever our third roomate showed up from the after party. Shit, i didn't hear nothing. Tom was nice enough to grab me a tangerine and a cherry yogurt from downstairs though, and i had that while i shot a quick email home.
After, had a bath and met the rest of the guys in the lobby for the 12 noon bail time that turned out to be since one of the crew was m. Playing le temps machine, has the look of a community run venue, but also typical bar too. Tonight before the gig they will also show "we jam econo" the story of the minutemen. Very relaxed day, most of it for me is spent going thru pics i've taken on tour.
No walking today, weather isn't too bad, but it's not dependable, and it could rain any minute. Weird gig for me tonight, the drums were all over the place, and hard to get comfortable behind them. I think a better carpet would help, this one dosn't give much grip. We tried hard and played well though, a couple stumbles here and there. I had trouble hearing tom too, his amp seems to lose power toward the end of the set, and i can hear the actual sound of him hitting the strings when he's next to me, just as much as i hear it coming from the amp.
Damien and also get in some frisbee during load-out, and after getting it down from the roof twice, we decide to not press our luck! Anyhow, it's time to go to the hotel and get some rest. I go chow downstairs - hey, they got hardboiled eggs! I'm a fucking 'tard and if I ain't forgetting, I'm mixing shit up. I always use big mouth in u. I never donate fucking piss bottles, I empty them into public heads or onto fancypad lawns. I wish they could get some first-hand experience before attempting to appear as experts.
I tell nico what I know about tours is this is as far north as the moors got from d. I like it much. I'm feeling queezy when it's all done but I don't puke. I feel bad having to disappoint her about that. I hate to disappoint people, really I do but a like clint eastwood said when he was playing that "dirty hairy" character: "a man's gotta know his limitations" - right?
I slept thru breakfast, but again tom was nice enough to grab a yogurt. Soon after, it's time to head on to cholet.
Playing a theatre, that is half converted to a show space tonigt. Also, there's an art show up, of linolium block prints of the same artist. Clean space that dosn't have the vibe of doing many punk gigs. Once rudy is ready to go, we do a quick sound check, and get off for the guest what guys, dinner time is in a half hour, 7pm, and i wanna have a walk before the sun goes down.
It's threatning rain, and it's cold and grey, so i don't venture too far. Kinda neat, the chef's, matt and coralie have been reading the diary, and decided to serve something that wasn't cheese based since we've had much of that, very sweet of them. After dinner, tom and i go outside to walk off a bit of the meal and see a little more of the town. Good gig tonight, not a large turnout, but not empty by any means. It's too bad people didn't wanna come a little closer to the stage. Not a deal at all, just sayin'. Band played real well, and sound on stage was very good. The guys in the other groups that come during the encores are gettin' better too.
I was also stoked on tonight version of one reporters, it's a wild tune, and when it's off, it shows, tonight was on! Gig was originally booked for a place called bar o'uf, just w few blocks away. One was me having an apartment at the san pedro skate park, no walls but all same furniture i have now. I came home to find a couple dudes just hangin' out. One guy loungin' on the sofa, and when i let him know i live there, he tells me he knows and shrugs and makes himself a bit more comfortable, eventually they rob me, pretty lame. I get these things at beginning of tour lots cuz I'm so insecure I 'pert-near have a heart attack just kidding.
I apologize to our tourmates tom and raul already know how insane I am for sounding maybe like a cranky old man and even worse, maybe bringing tension to the team. I will be more calm about this issue. I meet the gigbosses joel and mousse from bar-ouf who I learn from macario go back to the 80s in the eastern suburbs of paris and found this smaller town and fight hard to bring interesting music here - much respect to them, truly.
I meet helperman matt and the cooklady coralie, both very kind folks - they're the ones who brought the cheese, merci beaucoup to them very much. I am so sad I miss l'oeillere and guess what but I have to do this konk. I wonder what they sound like? Brush my teeth, and tom and i get in a morning walk for half hour before we gotta be back for bail time. From what i've gathered, most of france takes a 2hr lunch break between , so most the town is shut down. A few minutes later though, he comes back and hand me the things i need, new snare wires, and a bottom head.
He then looks at me totally serious, and says well Totally cool, big hook-up. Also, big thanks to hiyori for making sure our clothes get clean. Also, the ever present bagette and vino. Played really well tonight, every little part had it's own personality, and i felt in control of the tunes. Sometimes things have a way of getting away form me, and i find myself playing too fast, or maybe a little off. Tonight, i felt i had a good hold on it. Good sound on stage too, and that helps. By no means a big crowd, but we gave the one's there a bitchin' rendition. I was probably relaxed due to the "chill" vibe.
Candle lit tables scattered on the floor 2 or 3 people a table sippin' drinks, really focused on what's going on on stage. Sometimes a situation like this can make me feel a little tense, under the microscope feeling. Tom and i share a room, and he calls it a night pretty quickly. We have some net here, so i take the time to write my mom and paloma, and shoot a couple emails to some friends back home. I'm pretty much successful though and it's better than soaking the levis. I meet laurent who has a record store in this pad - this is another community center type of deal that's also got recording studios and resources for folks to use, very happening.
I love ethics from the old days not just staying in the old days. I thank him so much for such happening chow. I pretty ok but I gotta use more of that hachimitsu ocha honey tea miss hiyori made I put everything I got into what we bring, I can have a clear mind about that and no fear about being dishonest about chimping that - I ain't buffing badge, I swear. I respect his discipline so much.
I think of charley plymell he just wrote a foreword for a new book on sun ra and konk. Maybe only did like 4 and a half hours. I get tom up at 9, and we walk over to the next builing where breakfast is waiting. Lots of sunshine today, but still a chill in the air. Thats usually how'll i travel, but not here and now Playing a room in an old burnt out building. Big warehouse, that looks totally abandoned, you'd never guess this existed here.
I believe it's actually a prac place, and every once in a while gigs happpen. More like playing a living room in a house, no stage, so we're on the same level as the people who come to see the gig. While rudy is settin' up moniters and micing stuff, i change out the bottom snare head, and replace the wires too. Hugh diffrence, and we're getting something that resembles a fuckin' snare drum. The old head was a little thick, think it was a rack tom head! Tom was the stong one tonight.
I had a hard time seeing anything, and watt couldn't see at all!
But i think our spirit persevered, and we didn't stop for nothing, that and us just going balls out shadowed the clams that were blown. Some drinks were drank, and we had some fun. So weird, but shit, let's do it! I'm sure We must of looked pretty goofy. I have jambon and fromage has holes in it, it swiss? I look over to next table and witness axel pouring like a pound of sugar on his crepe and use my fingers to keep my eyeballs from popping out like champagne corks, crimony. I meet their man stefane he also runs localypso who is very cool people, much respect to him.
I guess you can call it culture, having some care. I fold over the end twice, pierce a hole and screw back in the screw good and solid. I am baka about something though - you'll see a little later. I use one of the benches to konk on, orange knit hat and mask fitted to head and face. I blow clams.
I don't know if it was having raul put on a d. I mean I always count on tom much always but it's times like these when I gotta lean on him and what a righteous thing to have him on fire and on the money like this. I wish I could explain their language what's in my heart about that, damn me for being so baka. I can't remember what time I konked but know it was very comfortable, in my nightwear on a thin blankied mattress flat on the deck. Anyhow, i for some reason either decide not to bring, or forgot my kit at home, and we gotta set up to play. Eventually, i get someone to loan me a set, and i can remember the hi-hats being the size of dimes, and me being so bummed about that and really apoligetic to them, weird shit, and that was just a nano part of a bigger dream.
Good note, was that i finally got to use the sleeping bag i picked up the day before we left san pedro, great bag. It's a mummy one, but not constricting, and it breaths good so not too hot for me.
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So looks like no checking out much of san sabastian on foot. He ask were i'm from, so i tell him san pedro, ca. He looks a bit shocked, and let's me know that were in san pedro now too! He's cool, he flows us the code to his wi-fi, and ask everyone the names of the bands theyre in, and then looks em up on the internet and plays it. He also told us a big storm was on it's way, and they'd hafta most likely start shutting down some streets since they're expecting up to 30ft waves!
There's one particular place he mentioned, so i'll try and watch that next gig. He lives here in san sabastian now, and sometimes works this club. He also made a bitchin' flyer that i saw posted thruogh town. I just want us safe. I was worried cuz axel earlier had slipped getting up on stage 'pert-near landed on his head. I blow way less clams than last night but still I gotta get used to wear the bass hangs cuz even a millimeter difference brings uncertainty to my fingers finding which frets are the right ones.
I ask tom to tell them "thank you" in basque language cuz I heard him say it to nagore in gratitude for the chow eskeragasgo? I think it's why this bass is so good to me, I think that dan put a lot of love into it before giving it to me, a gibson eb I love working it for gigs. When i woke up, i was sore as shit, and vaguely remembered almost taking a bad spill outta the bed, and rudy grabbin' me by the neck of my shirt. When i asked him, he hardly remembered himself, but did say that i had gotton off the bed the wrong direction, and was stumblin' around all lost. Tom took a spill too, and watt also got outta bed the wrong way like me, and kept walkin' into the wall like a malfuntioned robot.
We are truly foolish men. We did't load up the gear last night, so first things first, and we gotta get our tools in the van. Guillaume was there to help to, solid man, and i was happy he took the time to come by to say goodbye. We do a stop into this 9hr drive about an hour in. I grab a egg sami, and sit in the van to shoot an email to paloma and let her know we're ok, and communication has been rough.
Yesterday they went and recorded two songs for a single, and to feel out the situation to maybe do their next album there. NOt much rest last night, so i crashed the 1st half of travel time, waking up here and there to readjust, and scope the scenery. Soon after we start climbing a mtn, and it's full on snow covered.
Man, the weather changes quickly, and we roll thru a thick fog down the mountain, and into flat lands, and i doze off again, and don't wake till we hit a toll booth half hour outside of la coruna. I think us backin' up on the highway kinda knocked me to my senses. Turns out axel was directed to the wrong both, and had to reverse to get in the line 4 or 5 booths over! We're greeted by jose and angela, two folks who help run this place, and also who today, help us load our gear onto stage, truly sweet of them both.
New place, only been around for 6 months, and not just gigs, also theatre, and films happen here too. We also meet a man named adrian, who cooked us a good dinner. After chow, i do a wander alone, but not too far, i don't wanna get stuck in the rain far from the club. I did bring an umbrella, but its a small travel one, and not well built. I don't feel it'll last much longer. Most also a neat feeling being in a forgien city that i've never been to. It's a trip out on the senses, and the mind tries to place it, and maybe certain things remind you of other places.
I should've looked at a map last night. Being in this new place makes me happy Casa tomada gig is great too, felt a little tense when we first started, but i got a hold quickly. The drum set felt a bit odd, and certain things were just a bit outta place. I got control of the mind though, and got shit together. Tom was tearing it up, and jumpin' all over the place, wild man. He later said he felt he needed too.
There's bits and pieces of this piece that still get the best of at diffrent times. So weird, i've played so many times, and it's still hard to do, but only sometimes. I guess each situation is diffrent. Hostel where we sleep tonight is close by, maybe 5 minute walk. So after we pack the things up, but leave them on stage, jose walks us over to the sleep spot. Tom, rudy and i share a room, and we're all out within a half hour. Good idea to, cuz after last night, and the long haul today, i could use the rest.
Big thanks to those who actually did the drive too, thanks for getting me here safely. Took four men to do it, biggest drive of the tour so far.
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The film crew soon realizes there may be more to the story than meets the eye? But Sarah Booth quickly realizes that someone is desperate to keep the truth hidden and will go to any lengths necessary to protect a long-held secret. Carolyn Haines's next Sarah Booth Delaney novel, Sticks and Bones, is sure to delight series fans and newcomers alike.
Newly widowed and stuck in a middle-aged funk, Poppy has been running on cookies, infomercials, and one-sided chats with her cat for months. At least, not until Poppy? Using the dreaded homecoming as an excuse to visit her eccentric Aunt Ginny, Poppy vows to leave Cape May with pride and Spanx intact. Too bad Barbie is still the queen of mean at the reunion. And worse, that her dead body is lying right in front of Poppy? Singled out as the killer, it? But between protecting her aunt from disaster and tackling a gluten-free diet, can Poppy crack the case before she?
Most Likely to Die? Includes Seven Recipes from Poppy? In between preparing her famous cornbread and mashed potatoes so creamy "they'll make you want to slap your Momma," owner Halia Watkins is about to dip her spoon into a In between preparing her famous cornbread and mashed potatoes so creamy "they'll make you want to slap your Momma," owner Halia Watkins is about to dip her spoon into a grisly mystery. Halia Watkins has her hands full cooking, hosting, and keeping her boisterous young cousin, Wavonne, from getting too sassy with customers.
Having fast-talking entrepreneur Marcus Rand turn up in her kitchen is annoying enough when he's alive--but finding his dead body face-down on her ceramic tile after hours is much worse. Marcus had his enemies, and the cast iron frying pan beside his corpse suggests that at last, his shady business deals went too far.
Halia is desperate to keep Sweet Tea's name out of the sordid spotlight but her efforts only make Wavonne a prime suspect. Now Halia will have to serve up the real villain--before the killer returns for a second helping. On a sizzling-hot September day, Eva Knox's ex-boyfriend, Dudley Dexter Codman the Third, along with a bunch of his corporate cronies from Boston, arrive at Eva's family's guest inn and olive farm, Knox Plantation.
Maps and binoculars in hand, the New Englanders claim they're on a bird-watching holiday. Only, Eva knows that her ex doesn't know the first thing about birds. Nor does he care. Eva can't fathom why he'd show up after all these years in her off-the-beaten-path hometown -- nearly 1, miles from Boston. When Dudley's body is found drowned in the pond, Eva starts fishing for answers. But she doesn't have much time after authorities determine that her ex was poisoned by one of Eva's family's olive oils.
She'll have to find the real killer before her family is caught for murder. When the village? With Christine With Christine enjoying a break at her family? Mavis and Carol have to work with dowager duchess Althea Twyst to ensure their unsuspecting friend Annie? The Culinary Capers Dinner Club is planning a fall picnic for their next meeting. What could be better than sharing delicious food with friends under a beautiful autumn sky? But when club member Alison Malkovich opens the back of her SUV to load in the picnic supplies, she finds a dead body.
To make things worse, it's the body of her ex-husband, and now she's the prime suspect. Because Alison is a police officer, she is suspended and warned not to do any investigating of her own. That's not about to stop J. They know that Alison is innocent, and after all, they do have some experience solving crimes. Inversgail, on the west coast of the Scottish Highlands, welcomes home native daughter and best-selling environmental writer Daphne Wood. Known as the icon of ecology, Daphne will spend three months as the author in residence for the Inversgail schools.
Janet Marsh and her business partners at Janet Marsh and her business partners at Yon Bonnie Books are looking forward to hosting a gala book signing for her. She lives in the Canadian wilderness, in a cabin she built herself, with only her dog for a companion, and her people skills have developed a few rough-hewn edges. She and the dog which she insists on bringing with her cause problems for the school, the library, and the bookshop even before they get to Inversgail.
Daphne did her Inversgail homework and knows that Janet and her partners solved a previous murder. She tries to persuade them to join her in uncovering the killer and the truth. But investigating crimes can be murder, and Daphne ends up dead, poisoned by scones from the tearoom at Yon Bonnie Books. July It's been fifteen years since Sebastian Gage has set foot in Langstone Manor. Though he has shared little with his wife, Lady Kiera Darby, about his past, she knows that he planned never to return to the place of so many unhappy childhood memories.
But when an urgent letter from But when an urgent letter from his grandfather reaches them in Dublin, Ireland, and begs Gage to visit, Kiera convinces him to go. All is not well at Langstone Manor. Gage's grandfather, the Viscount Tavistock, is gravely ill, and Gage's cousin Alfred has suddenly vanished. He wandered out into the moors and never returned. The Viscount is convinced someone or something other than the natural hazards of the moors is to blame for Alfred's disappearance. And when Alfred's brother Rory goes missing, Kiera and Gage must concede he may be right.
Now, they must face the ghosts of Gage's past, discover the truth behind the local superstitions, and see beyond the tricks being played by their very own eyes to expose what has happened to Gage's family before the moors claim yet another victim A murder in a garden turns the four new owners of Yon Bonnie Books into amateur detectives, in a captivating new cozy mystery novel from Molly MacRae. Set in the weeks before the annual Inversgail Literature Festival in Scotland, Plaid and Plagiarism begins on a morning shortly after the four Set in the weeks before the annual Inversgail Literature Festival in Scotland, Plaid and Plagiarism begins on a morning shortly after the four women take possession of their bookshop in the Highlands.
Unfortunately, the move to Inversgail hasn? First, Janet Marsh is told she? Then she finds out the house has been vandalized. The chief suspect? Una Graham, an advice columnist for the local paper? When Janet and her business partners go looking for clues at the house, they find a body? Janet never did like that garden shed. Who wanted Una dead? After discovering a cache of nasty letters, Janet and her friends are beginning to wonder who didn?
Surrounded by a cast of characters with whom readers will fall in love, the new owners of Yon Bonnie Books set out to solve Una? A delightful and deadly new novel about recognizing one? Plaid and Plagiarism is the start of an entertaining new Scottish mystery series. Lexy Campbell fell in love and left her native Scotland for a golden life in California? Six months later she's divorced, broke, and headed home. There's just one last thing. Lexy's only client? Lexy knows the cops have got it wrong; all she needs is a few days to prove it and somewhere cheap to sleep at night. But checking into the Last Ditch Motel leads Lexy to a whole new cast of characters with troubles of their own.
Praise for Catriona McPherson: "McPherson writes with the firm but delicate touch of a spider testing the strength of its web. The New York Times Book Review "Catriona McPherson hooks you with her eccentric amateur sleuth, reinvigorating the exhausted conventions of the cozy-style mystery. A suffragist is murdered in Quaker midwife Rose Carroll's Massachusetts town Excitement runs high during Presidential election week in The Woman Suffrage Association plans a demonstration and movement leader Elizabeth Cady Stanton comes to town to rally the troops. When Quaker midwife When Quaker midwife Rose Carroll finds the body of the group's local organizer the next morning, she can't help but wonder who could have committed the murder.
Rose quickly discovers several people who have motives. The victim had planned to leave her controlling husband, and a recent promotion had cost a male colleague his job. She had also recently spurned a fellow suffragist's affections. After Rose's own life is threatened, identifying the killer takes on a personal sense of urgency.
Kirkus Reviews "Introduces a series heroine whose struggles with the tenets of her Quaker faith make her strong and appealing. The author also imparts authentic historical detail to depict life in a 19th century New England factory town. Library Journal. Item 2: A Missing Woman. But their sleuthing days are far from over. While Death and Wren are helping prepare auction items at an old supper club, a Viking reenactor nearly dies at the historical settlement next door. The cause? Seeing the ghost of his daughter, who went missing twenty years ago. As Wren looks into what happened to the Viking's daughter, Death is hired to investigate the theft of historical items that have high sentimental value.
When their respective investigations turn out to be connected, the couple gets caught in a deadly conflict. It's fiesta time in Broken Boot, Texas, and tourists are pouring into town faster than free beer at a bull roping for the mouthwatering Cinco de Mayo festivities. Tex-Mex waitress Josie Callahan, her feisty abuela, and even her spunky Chihuahua Lenny are polishing their folklorico dances for Tex-Mex waitress Josie Callahan, her feisty abuela, and even her spunky Chihuahua Lenny are polishing their folklorico dances for Saturday's big parade, while Uncle Eddie is adding his own spicy event to the fiesta menu: Broken Boot's First Annual Charity Chili Cook-off.
But Uncle Eddie's hopes of impressing the town council go up in smoke when cantankerous chili cook Lucky Straw is found dead in his tent. And when Josie's beloved uncle is accused of fatal negligence, she, Lenny, and the steadfast Detective Lightfoot must uncover who ended the ambitious chilihead's life--before another cook kicks the bucket.
Witch and vintage store owner Lily Ivory faces her most difficult mystery to date with a case of mistaken identity that hits close to home Lily Ivory and her friends are planning a s-themed brunch to benefit the local women's shelter. When a figure from her past shows up unannounced, After the same man is found dead later that day, Sailor is the primary suspect. He swears he's innocent, but multiple witnesses ID him as the perpetrator of the assault.
Lily vows to clear his name When she sees Sailor in the neighborhood despite knowing he's in jail, Lily starts to wonder if there could be a doppelganger in San Francisco. When she's not busy helping customers find matching outfits for the upcoming event, searching for a vintage wedding dress for her own nuptials, and dealing with an ill-timed magical cold, Lily begins to suspect one of her magical foes is targeting her loved ones in an attempt to weaken her.
Since her only daughter left for college, widow Pamela Paterson has kept busy as associate editor of a craft magazine and founder of the Knit and Nibble knitting club in quaint Arborville, New Jersey. Now, she's trying out a new hobby--solving murders! Pamela is hosting the next Knit and Nibble Pamela is hosting the next Knit and Nibble meeting and can't wait to liven up her otherwise empty home with colorful yarn, baking, and a little harmless gossip.
She even recruits Amy Morgan, an old friend who recently moved to town, as the group's newest member. But on the night of the gathering, Amy doesn't show. Not until Pamela finds the woman dead outside--a knitting needle stabbed through the front of her handmade sweater. Someone committed murder before taking off with Amy's knitting bag, and Pamela realizes that only she can spot the deadly details hidden in mysterious skeins. But when another murder occurs, naming the culprit--and living to spin the tale--will be more difficult than Pamela ever imagined.
Las Vegas knows how to party, and for once, event planner Liv McKay won? Elvis-themed wedding. Their Elvis-impersonating minister has left the building. And even worse, Liv? Liv and her best friend, Di, must hit the Strip to find the real killer before he finally plays his ace High energy, dead bodies and exposed lies.
A wonderful cozy mystery.? Suspense Magazine on It? Readers should welcome this look at a very Southern lifestyle, complete with appended party plans.? Kirkus Reviews on One Fete in the Grave. A new smartphone dating game turns the Village Blend into a hookup hot spot, until one dark night, when a gunshot leaves a dead body behind and the landmark coffeehouse becomes the center of a whole new scene -- a crime scene.
As Village Blend manager Clare Cosi attempts to finalize a date As Village Blend manager Clare Cosi attempts to finalize a date for her wedding, her ex-husband becomes addicted to making dates through smartphone swipes. Clare has mixed feelings about these quickie matchups happening in her coffeehouse. Even her octogenarian employer is selecting suitors by screenshot! But business is booming, and Clare works hard to keep the espresso shots flowing. Then one dark night, another kind of shot leaves a dead body for her to find.
The corpse is a successful entrepreneur who became notorious for his "hit it and quit it" behavior: prowling for women on dating apps, then devastating his conquests with morning-after insults. Though the NYPD quickly arrests one of his recent victims, Clare finds reason to believe she's been framed. Now, with the help of her ex and crew of quirky baristas, Clare starts "swiping" through suspects in her own shop, determined to find the real killer before another shot rings out. Includes a bang-up menu of tempting recipes. Welcome to Storyton Hall, Virginia, where book lovers travel from near and far to enjoy the singular comforts of the Agatha Christie Tea Room, where they can discuss the merits of their favorite authors no matter how deadly the topic With her twins, Fitzgerald and Hemingway, With her twins, Fitzgerald and Hemingway, back in school, Jane Steward can finally focus on her work again -- managing Storyton Hall, and breaking ground on the resort's latest attraction: a luxurious, relaxing spa named in honor of Walt Whitman.
But when the earth is dug up to start laying the spa's foundation, something else comes to the surface -- a collection of unusual bones and the ragged remnants of a very old book. The attendees of the Rare Book Conference are eager to assist Jane with this unexpected historical mystery -- until a visitor meets an untimely end in the Henry James Library. As the questions -- and suspects -- start stacking up, Jane will have to uncover a killer before more unhappy endings ensue Val's new pies are foolproof—but not bulletproof. Old West ghost towns are as American as apple pie. So what better place to sponsor a pie-eating contest than the Bar X, a fake ghost town available for exclusive private events on the edge of Silicon Valley.
Valentine Harris is Valentine Harris is providing the pies, hoping to boost business for her struggling Pie Town shop and become a regular supplier for the Bar X. But no sooner does she arrive in town than a stray bullet explodes the cherry pie in her hands. And the delicious dessert is not the only victim. Val finds the Bar X bartender shot dead in an alley. Egged on by her flaky friend and pie crust specialist, Charlene, Val aims to draw out the shooter.
But solving a real murder in a fake ghost town won't be easy as pie. And if Val doesn't watch her back, her pies won't be the only thing filled full of lead. Read Herring Hunt by V. Mystery bookstore owner Samantha Washington is about to find out it's not so easy to play Monday morning quarterback when it comes to murder. To Samantha Washington, owner of the Market Street But to the police, he is their prime suspect after his ex-girlfriend is found murdered. Returning to the English countryside between the wars, she finds Lady Penelope Marsh in quite the quandary. It seems finding a suspect is no small challenge when most of England has a motive.
With the tenacious members of the Sleuthing Senior Book Club eager to come off the sidelines, Sam and her team just might stop a killer from completing another deadly play. Victoria Thompson, bestselling author of Murder in Morningside Heights. Murder and merlot! The ladies of the Rose Avenue Wine Club are back to track down another killer. Hall starts digging for her tiny SoCo dream vineyard off Rose Avenue, the last thing she expects to unearth is an elderly woman. Between decanting Could the old woman have bottlenecked her great grandson? Was it a case of super sour grapes with the local historical society?
Or did a devious developer close a killer deal? After a short-lived marriage, Sherry Frazzelle is living single life to the fullest in her little Connecticut town, accompanied by her Jack Russell terrier, Chutney. Her new passion is competitive cooking—but it turns out that murder is the surprise ingredient. After all, she did win the award for Most Creative Cupcake back in high-school. Food and cocktails columnist Hayley Powell will be cooking alongside top chefs at a cookbook author's party.
But a killer plans to ruin her appetite When Hayley's idol, cookbook author and TV personality Penelope Janice, invites her to participate in a Fourth of July celebrity cook-off at her seaside estate in Seal Harbor, Maine, Hayley couldn't be more flattered. She just hopes she can measure up. With a who's who of famous chefs whipping up their signature dishes, this holiday weekend has all the ingredients for a once-in-a-lifetime culinary experience. Instead, Hayley gets food poisoning her first night and thinks she overhears two people cooking up a murder plot.
Hope Fall's greatest detective is stuck in parking enforcement because at 98 pounds, 5 foot nothing, she will never be able to pass the department's physical exam Juliet Henry, water-color artist and retired agent of the NSA, wouldn't stack up her knowledge of the human heart against the great romantic poets, but she knows a thing or two about human avarice and stupidity A reluctant psychic can see the Marquis de Sade-like ghost inhabiting her Virginia plantation, but can she see true love?
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