Tangerine Marmalade Murder
- Series: Luscious Delights , Book 3
- Release Date: June 10, 2024
- ASIN: B0CZS9F3VM
- Genre: Cozy Mystery
- Available Formats: eBook, Paperback
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When a stranger is murdered near Roxy Constantine’s farm, she’s sure it has nothing to do with her. But the investigation turns up surprising links to Roxy’s past. As if that weren’t enough, Roxy’s quarreling with her Significant Other, Nate Robicheaux, and facing a possible break-up. Just when the stress begins to ease, the murderer strikes again, sending Nate to the hospital. Now Roxy needs to figure out the link between the Constantine Farm and a blackmailer before she becomes the killer’s next target.
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Excerpt
We settled down at the dinner table for some general conversation about the Merchants Association, blueberry jam, and just how much snow we were likely to get from the latest storm, which was still stalled somewhere on the Western Slope. I’d just gotten up to see what ice cream I had in the freezer when someone hammered on my door.
Herman whimpered, and Uncle Mike pushed himself up from the table. “What the hell?”
I started for the door, where the hammering was still going on, but Uncle Mike grabbed my arm. “Let me open it. You hold onto Herman.”
That was a good idea, since Herman had moved from whimpering to growling along with stalking toward the door as if he’d actually protect us. In fact, it was more likely we’d protect him, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
Uncle Mike threw open the door. “What the hell…” he started, then paused. “Donnie?”
I moved closer to the open door and saw Donnie McCray, Dolce’s dad and Uncle Mike’s foreman, standing on my doorstep. He’s a big man, but right then he looked like he was ready to collapse. “Come inside.” I grabbed his arm. “Sit down. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Donnie dropped onto my couch, gasping. “There’s a woman,” he began and then stopped to catch his breath.
“What woman?” Uncle Mike said. “Where?”
“Up by the road. In a car.” Donnie gasped again, and I dropped to my knees beside him.
“What about her, Donnie? What’s wrong?”
“She’s dead,” he blurted out. “She’s dead up there in the car.”
