Dead and Breakfast
(Fox Point Files #1)
by Emma Hart
I remember the first time I ever saw Detective Inspector Noah George.
We were seven, stupid, and he threw sand in my eye. I’m pretty sure that’s when I fell in love with him. Hey—I did say I was stupid.
Summers in Fox Point, my grandfather’s seaside hometown, were all we had together. Then we turned eighteen, life happened, and he never spoke to me again.
Until my grandfather’s death calls me back to the small town, only for his lawyer to tell me he’s left me my family’s dilapidated bed and breakfast that was home to many things—my first sleepover party, where my grandma taught me to cross-stitch, my first kiss with Noah…
And apparently, my first dead body.
My name is Lottie O’Neil, and I’m on the hook for the murder of a man I’ve barely met.
And the one who’ll have to arrest me is the only man I’ve ever loved.
Unless I find the real killer first.
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Favorite Quotes:
There’s an inch of rat shit on the floor, the windows look like they need a gallon of white vinegar per square inch, and there’s so much dust in here that I half-expect a living dust-bunny to appear from under that couch with a relic from Ancient Rome.
He stared at me for a moment, ice building in his gaze. I half expected him to start shooting it out of his fingertips like Elsa.
“Ash, think about this. We can’t solve a murder. I can’t solve a sudoku.” “Nobody can. Sudokus are mini mathematical torture devices. The average person burns their sudoku puzzle books after ninety seconds.”
I bought the art store. It’s an art and ceramics store, technically, but I run some classes. It’s booming during the summer. It’s amazing how many parents are happy to pay me twenty quid per kid to amuse them for ninety minutes so they can sit on their phones or pee in peace.
Gwen pressed her hand to her chest and gasped. “Tofu is a majestic king, I’ll have you know.” Ash picked up one last gnome and looked at her. “He has to wear jumpers.” “So does King Charles.” “Yes, but King Charles is not a cat,” she replied. “He looks a bit like an oversized chicken wing,” I said, staring at Tofu. His ears were huge, and his little feline forehead had wrinkles that gave him a somewhat angry disposition. It was an epic resting bitch face.
Small towns like this are weird if you aren’t used to it. Everyone is up everyone else’s arse. Look at us right now. We’re up so many arses we might as well get our faces printed on butt plugs.
“Don’t speak ill of the dead.” “If he didn’t want to be spoken ill of in death, he should have been a better person when he was alive,” she retorted smartly.
My Review:
I am totally enamored with Emma Hart! Regardless of the genre she is writing, her wickedly clever and giggle-snort-worthy humor always shines through. This tale was the perfect blend of comedic wit and unpredictable conundrum, with feisty seniors and more than one hateful villain provided for extra fun bonus rounds.
About the Author
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Emma Hart, has written more than seventy romance novels in the last decade. She loves writing snarky, swoony romcoms with a side of chaos, occasionally venturing into romantic mysteries. Which are exactly the same as her romcoms, just with a dead body or two. That’s the reason for her questionable Internet history—at least that’s the story she’s sticking to it.
She lives on a smallholding in North Wales with her husband and their two children, a clowder of very fluffy cats, one giant German Shepherd, and an undisclosed number of chickens and ducks. Don’t ask her to count them. She will not, thank you very much.
When she’s not writing or chasing ducks in her pajamas, you can find her creating cozy gaming content for her Youtube channel and live streaming on Twitch.
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