Poison My Pretty
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Date of Publication: February 15, 2017
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Rachel Olson at No Sweat Graphics
As soon as Poppy Parker turns 21, the star of a popular TV show about witch detectives discovers she has supernatural powers off the set as well as on. When the show is canceled, she returns home to figure out how to harness the magic brewing inside her.
Freaked out by these recent paranormal gifts, Poppy just wants to fit in, so when sheâs asked to serve as a judge for the annual Bloominâ Belles youth beauty competition she readily agrees.
But when the pageantâs snooty director drops dead and Poppyâs friend is arrested,
the former TV sleuth sets out to uncover the real killer, only to findâ¦
the business of beauty can be deadly.
Skylarâs twin sister Mads called while I was driving to the convention center. âAre you really going over there? I canât believe theyâre going to continue this pageant.â
âSo you heard about the murder?â
âYeah. Skylar told me last night when she got home. Itâs awful.â
âYes, but you know how it is. The show must go on! Surely you canât be that surprised.â I was only beginning to understand the importance of these competitions to their participants, and I could picture pageant moms dragging their glitzed-up toddlers over the dead bodies of fallen competitors. The way zombies climbed over each other to get to the top of the pile in moviesâonly prettier.
âAre they sure it was a murder? She didnât just have a heart attack or something?â I could hear the anxiety creeping into Madsâ voice, and I didnât blame her. Our little town was supposed to be safe. Murders didnât happen here. That was the sort of thing that happened in the city across the bridge, not in our sleepy little bedroom community.
âThatâs what they said, Mads, but I donât think you need to worry. If it was a murder, you can bet it was personal. Certainly not the doinâs of a mad man or a serial killer. If Heather Morgan was murdered, it was by somebody who knew her and had something to gain from her death. This was no a random act of violence.â
About the Author:
Amity grew up reading every mystery she could get her hands on, burning through everything by Agatha Christie in record time and wanting to be Nancy Drew when she grew up. After writing books in other genres for the past few years, she's finally come home to her true love - cozy mysteries.
Amity and her husband live in L.A. (lower Alabama) with a houseful of teenagers and a half dozen pets. Besides books, Amity's favorite things are football, needlepoint, fried shrimp, and sweet tea.
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