The Connecticut Corpse Caper by Tyler Colins
The Connecticut Corpse Caper (A Triple Threat Mystery Book 1) Cozy Mystery 1st Book in Series Self Published Print Length: 317 pages ASIN: B01KEDWHMG
There are 2 more books in this series: Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? (A Triple Threat Mystery Book 2)The antics of seven inheritance recipients during a week-long stay at a Connecticut estate are detailed by protagonist Jill Jocasta Fonne. The will of her aunt stipulates that if anyone leaves early, his or her share will be divided among those remaining. As it happens, one does leave—permanently—when he dies just hours after arrival. Guests and staff alike have secrets to share as Jill and her colleagues, Rey and Linda, discover when they step out of their chosen professions into the roles of amateur sleuths. But are these secrets the reasons that bodies start appearing and disappearing? Others soon join in the sleuthing, and the bumbling and stumbling—and mayhem—begin.
Coco's Nuts (A Triple Threat Mystery Book 3)Novice sleuths Jill, Rey and Linda stumbled and bumbled their way through The Connecticut Corpse Caper with winning results. That success prompted the trio to become bona-fide detectives. The first official assignment for the owners of the Triple Threat Investigation Agency: discover the dirty little secret of an elderly millionaire’s pretty, young wife. This sounds easy enough—until the wife is found dead along a Pacific shoreline. One murder evolves into several, with any one of a cornucopia of curious persons being the potential killer. Dealers, informants, and the seedy world of drugs enter the paradisiacal picture. This is a perfect opportunity to hone detecting skills and prove the newfound Hawaiian-based agency is a viable venture. Can the trio unravel the intriguing twists . . . before the twists ravel them?
Rookie private eyes JJ, Rey and Linda stumbled and bumbled through The Connecticut Corpse Caper and Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? with stellar results. Now the trio, proud owners of the Tripe Threat Investigation Agency, have yet another multi-murder mystery to solve. Who set up their client, socialite-turned-trucker Buddy Feuer, to take the rap? And where is nutty Coco Person, who has been MIA since the murders went down? In their detecting travels, they meet up with former acquaintances, some of who may not be all that they seem. Add bombs and debt collectors (limb breakers) to the list of ingredients, and you have one explosive recipe.
It was one a.m. when the body was finally removed and everyone’s statements had been taken by Sheriff Lewis and Deputy Gwynne. Porter had ended up making two urns of strong French roast coffee. Needless to say, with all the caffeine and commotion, it was unlikely anyone under Aunt Mat’s roof would be sleeping any time soon. Hubert had returned to his former stiff self while Beatrice had clumped around, serving coffee and cherry strudel that the guys with the body bag grabbed to go and the police ate with great relish, and whipped cream.
A couple of local eager-beaver reporters had arrived and hung around by the tall wrought-iron gate in the warmish misty early morning, hoping to get details. None of us felt like making their lives easier, although Rey volunteered to personally inform them about our no-comment position. Linda’s firm grip on my cousin’s slim wrist and my threatening glare quickly nipped that bigheaded intention in the bud.
“What a night,” Adwin muttered, dropping his glasses onto a nightstand and flopping belly-first onto an oak-paneled half-tester bed.
“What a day,” I exclaimed as I began changing into a pair of baby-blue flannel pajamas with a kitty-cat pattern, a birthday gift from the pastry chef whose face was now buried in a cotton quilt with an elk-and-deer motif; a hunter’s dream. “You know, I overheard the M.E. telling the sheriff that he’d never seen anything like it -- what with the ugly rash and all that -- and that at this juncture anything could have contributed to Thomas’ death.”
“Anything as in murder maybe?” Eyes brown like crimini mushrooms squinted my way. “I was wondering what you’d overhear hanging on the old guy’s shirttails. I’m surprised you didn’t crush his feet. You were practically stepping on them.”
“You can’t work at a news station and not want to gather facts,” I sniffed, sitting before an intricately carved mirror that graced a lovely empire-style marble-top chest.
In truth, I’d never much wanted to follow in the footsteps of Diane Sawyer, Gigi Stone or Soledad O’Brien. News and current events, power struggles and politics were either too depressing or too overwhelming. I did, though, have a passion for research and investigating fads, food, and fashion -- anything fun. Nice, tame, interesting stuff that didn’t want to make you question the egocentricity or stupidity of leaders and the fate of mankind. Thomas Saturne’s death, however, did pique my curiosity, maybe because he died here, right in front of us, an old-school Murder She Wrote mystery screaming to be solved.
Adwin struggled upright. “You tell people the weather, and sometimes you discuss community or local events, but you never go beyond the happy-go-lucky stuff, even if I’ve told you I think you have it in you to be a brilliant investigative reporter.”
Someone was reading my mind. Scary.
He grabbed a pair of folded forest-green pajamas from the topmost corner of the bed. “Branch out, Jill. Move beyond demonstrating the virtues of taffy-making and modeling rainslickers.”
I grabbed a brush resembling a misshapen turtle, tempted to use it on him rather than my hair. Sleep-deprived bitch mode was setting in, something he had to be aware of and, for some strange reason, wasn’t avoiding. “Screw you,” I said, eyeing a tired reflection in the looking-glass mirror, feeling like Alice must have after being in the company of the Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse.
Tyler Colins is primarily a writer of fiction and blog posts, and a sometimes editor and proofreader of books, manuals, and film/television scripts. She’ll also create business plans, synopses, film promotion and sales documents.
Fact-checking and researching, organizing and coordinating are skills and joys (she likes playing detective and developing structure).
Her fiction audience: lovers of female-sleuth mysteries. Her genres of preference: mysteries (needless to say), women’s fiction, informative and helpful “affirmative” non-fiction.
She aims to provide readers with smiles and chuckles like the ever-talented Janet Evanovich and the sadly passed and missed Lawrence Sanders, the “coziness” of Jessica Fletcher, and a few diversions and distractions as only long-time pros Jonathan Kellerman and Kathy Reichs can craft.Please feel free to visit her blog: www.creativespider3me.com/creative-sp... Friend her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tyler.colins.9 Follow her at Twitter: Tyler Colins@UsBound3 Purchase Links - The Connecticut Corpse Caper (A Triple Threat Mystery Book 1) Can You Hula like Hilo Hattie? (A Triple Threat Mystery Book 2) Coco's Nuts (A Triple Threat Mystery Book 3)
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