Book Title: COFFEE IS MURDER
Author: Carolyn Arnold
Series: McKinley Mysteries, Book 9
Published by: Hibbert & Stiles
Publishing Inc.
ISBN (e-book): 978-1-988064-61-1
ISBN
(paperback 4 x 6): 978-1-988064-92-5
ISBN (paperback 5 x 8): 978-0-9878400-0-4
ASIN: B00U2HCG5S
174 pages
A cup a day won’t kill you, but a few
might.
Their
first case as private investigators have Sean, Sara, and Jimmy neck-deep in
coffee beans trying to find a killer. With their client certain that her mother
was poisoned through her coffee of the month club, it has them setting out to Williamsburg,
Virginia. But instead of approaching matters from the traditional standpoint,
Sean and Sara brew a robust plot and stir Jimmy into the blend, all to get
close to their top suspect and grind out the truth.
Going
undercover at Tasty Beans, the coffee company, the three of them work to expose
the culprit before anyone else dies.
Mid-Size
Blurb (36 words/209 characters):
Sean and Sara’s first case as private
investigators takes them to Virginia, where they find themselves going
undercover at a coffee company with a robust plot to expose a killer who may be
poisoning the beans.
Small
Blurb (23 words/141 characters):
Sean and Sara’s private investigation firm
has its first case—they’re off Virginia and neck-deep in coffee beans that just
might be poisoned.
Major
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What to expect from the McKinley Mysteries:
Romance. Humor. Murder. Are you looking for a murder
mystery without all the graphic violence and foul language? Something that you
can enjoy in an afternoon and walk away feeling good about afterward? How about
a dash of humor and romance? If so, meet former detectives Sean and Sara
McKinley. When a billionaire leaves them all his money, they no longer have to
work, but they find themselves sticking to what they’re good at—solving
murders. Undercover, off the books, and around the world, they’ll get to the
bottom of things…and romance it up along the way.
This is
the perfect book series for fans of Hart to Hart, Castle, Colombo, Monk, R
Read in
any order or follow the series from the beginning.
CAROLYN ARNOLD
is an international bestselling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker,
teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction
series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and
Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre
diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and
thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female
detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement
as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE
PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born
in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the
lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her
overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to
touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and
empower.
She currently
lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime
Writers of Canada and Sisters in Crime.
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Excerpt from chapter 1 of Coffee
is Murder (McKinley Mysteries)
FOR SARA, COFFEE WAS ONE of life’s greatest—and simplest—pleasures.
Every time she took a draw of freshly brewed java, her eyelids automatically
lowered in appreciation of the robust flavor. Somehow, when drinking it, life
seemed less complicated, or maybe it was just how it coated the palate and
calmed her nerves despite what some scientific studies might say.
She was in her home office, seated
behind her desk, staring at the blinking cursor on her monitor, but it wasn’t because she
had writer’s block. Her wrists needed a break. Better yet, she needed to
indulge in this cup.
Leaning back in her chair, she swiveled from side to side and closed her
eyes, savoring the aroma of the dark beans. While
they were ground at the time she pressed the button, the only way to get it any
fresher was picking the beans off the
plants in Brazil. With their money, she supposed it was an option.
She let herself get caught up with the thought. It might not be a bad idea.
As her daydreaming grew in scale, she laughed. She wasn’t going to
board a plane to South America for a cup of coffee, even though it might be the
best she’d ever had. She wasn’t that obsessed—was she?
Sean knocked, but entered without
awaiting a reply. He held on to a glass of orange juice and she admired his
self-restraint. For some reason, his body required only one coffee a day when
he first woke up. Otherwise, he moved on to juice or water.
If Sean had his way, Sara would drink only one, but coffee was a habit
she wasn’t willing to break. Maybe she was
an addict, although, that word carried such a negative connotation. She wasn’t an alcoholic
simply because she enjoyed an evening beverage, so her coffee indulgence
shouldn’t be considered an addiction. Even her thoughts betrayed her. Indulgence.
“Good morning, darling.” Sean kissed her forehead and then her lips. “I
hope I’m not interrupting.” He glanced at the screen. “I guess I’m not.”
She smirked at him, realizing only a
chapter number was showing. “I’m just taking a small break. I can’t always be
typing, you know. I’m not a machine.”
“The way you’ve been holed up in here lately, I’m starting to wonder.”
She pouted. “Are you
feeling lonely?”
“A little bit like a writer’s widower actually.”
“Well, let me make it up to you.” She stood, cupped his face with her
hands, and kissed his mouth.
When they parted, any pleasure she derived
from the coffee had diluted. It was replaced by the need to hold her husband.
“Hmm. Not bad,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“You have coffee breath. I have orange juice breath. Still, the kiss,
not bad.”
She narrowed her eyes and was about
to say something when the phone on her desk rang.
Sean answered. “Hello…yes, Helen…all right, make the appointment for two
hours from now.”
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