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When Kaylee Bleu and her Petal Pushers garden club plan a spring break camp on Orcas Island, they expect field trips and fun—not missing neighbors and prowlers in the night. Ignoring warnings to leave the matter alone, Kaylee digs into secrets that refuse to stay buried—and soon discovers that in this quiet corner of the island, danger is closer than she ever imagined.
What begins as a nostalgic send-off for a beloved teacher becomes a tangled whodunit when a mysterious woman is found dead on the beach. Now Kaylee Bleu must prune away lies and rivalries before another classmate makes the honor roll… in the obituary pages.
A retreat for horror writers and fans should be all thrills—until a deadly stunt turns fiction into reality. Librarian Faith Newberry must solve the mystery before the next victim falls.
Kaylee Bleu already has her hands full with a broken well pump, a rival florist, and the pickiest client on Orcas Island. But when a decades-old skeleton turns up in her yard, business troubles wilt in the shadow of murder. Someone on the island wants the past to stay hidden, and as threats close in, Kaylee must decide just how deep she’s willing to dig before she ends up six feet under too.
A holiday dog show should be all treats and tails—but murder crashes the competition. Liz Eckardt and her friends must dig up the culprit hiding under their very roof.
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Since I outline a fair amount before I write, dismissing ideas that won’t work before writing the scenes, I couldn’t find any deleted scenes to share for this novel. Likewise, because my critiquers are great at helping me polish my manuscript before submitting it to my editor, my editor made only a few minor comments…
I tore my gaze from the porch that wrapped around the drug dealer’s house and cringed at the number on my phone’s call display. Mom said there’d be days like this. Tanner, still decked out in his SWAT gear, peered over my shoulder as the phone vibrated insistently in my hand. “Good thing you’re a…
I couldn’t track down any full scenes I deleted (with the exception of a significant spoiler scene, which you can access in our Let’s Chat About Serena Jones Facebook Group for those who have finished the series). For the most part, once reader votes came, I merely modified and rearranged the order of certain segments….
My critique partners were invaluable in their suggestions for improving scenes. One was rooting for Nate and one for Tanner so their comments helped me nicely balance Serena’s interactions with both men. Here’s an example of how one helped me spice up a Tanner scene my editor had already accepted before final page proofs. Original…
I snatched my bag off the luggage carousel at Boston’s Logan Airport and plunked it next to my parents as a sticky fingered urchin tried to liberate the brightly colored ribbons I’d tied to the handles. “Look at that little angel,” Mom said indulgently to Dad and Aunt Martha. The pig-tailed blonde rewarded them with…
