Paws of Death (A Canine Confections Mystery)
by Amy Hueston
About Paws of Death
Two murders on the same strip of Worth Avenue in Palm Beach means dog bakery owner Samantha Armstrong and her fellow shopkeepers have reached their quota of bad stuff. Right?They should be so lucky…
Samantha is thrilled that life in her new hometown has finally settled into a fun, peaceful rhythm. Canine Confections’ business is on the upswing, and her days are filled with jogs on the beach with her pooch Sweet Pea, cozy time with Aunt Mary on her aunt’s estate, and yummy treats at her upscale dog bakery. But things are not peaceful for long when Donna from the local gossip magazine, Pulse on Palm Beach, winds up dead at Samantha’s first foray into catering a millionaire dog’s birthday party.
Once again, Samantha finds herself smack dab in the middle of the investigation. But this time, it’s another reporter from Pulse that’s making her center-stage. With the aid of her precious Sweet Pea, Samantha pads around the splashy Worth Avenue sniffing out clues. Unfortunately, the more she searches, the more suspects she finds. And it doesn’t help that Angelina from Mystic Dreams has hired a psychic who warns that trouble in Palm Beach isn’t about to end anytime soon.
Includes an original recipe from the world-famous Three Dog Bakery!
Like a bad penny that never fails to show no matter how much you wish for a silver dollar, Dick appeared across the street Two occasions of dipping my toes back into the dating pool after my old boyfriend broke my heart back in Sun Haven, and I was already wanting to go full-on up to my ankles with this guy. “Snowball, you’re going to have to play nice if you want to live here,” I said, hearing the empty threat in my words and knowing there was zero chance we would ever give the cat away just because we had a learning curve on how to make this work. Now that I didn’t have to worry as much about my income stream, I could think about other things…sweeter things…like Peanut Butter Clusters and PupCakes The furry girl and I were whizzing along Ocean Avenue for another day of work in paradise. “It’s not my fault you’re a magnet for murder.” Aunt Mary in spandex was one thing. Trumble in spandex was a good reason to wash my eyes out with battery acid. A few months ago, when I lived in Sun Haven, I didn’t run into a murderer once, far as I know. This town was rife with them.
About Amy Hueston
Amy Hueston’s Canine Confections mystery series has an abundance of dogs and pastries, two of her favorite things. When she isn’t writing her latest mystery or suspense, she can often be found either singing professionally or petting the nearest dog.
The more I write, the less I read, it seems. And that’s not how this was supposed to go down. Also, not that I’m on technology much, but if there’s a choice between checking my Facebook notifications or reading a few pages of a book, guess which I do?
And I don’t like it so much. I don’t like knowing that social media knows my brain so well. I WANT to put the effort into diving into a new book, getting to know the characters, CARING about what happens to them. It’s such a richer experience for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I love, love, love meeting and connecting on social media with so many people, both old friends and new. And I’m still going to do it, because it’s THAT much fun.
But I think maybe I’ll light my fireplace, gather my dogs on the couch with me, and dig into one of the books in the pile sitting right here.
How about you? What are your thoughts on reading books, magazines even, spending time on social media? I’d love to hear what you have to say.