This weekend was the release of Time to Your Elf, book #14 in the Reg Rawlins, Psychic Investigator series. I really had a lot of fun with this one, and I love the title and cover. Time to Your Elf can be read as a stand-alone novel or enjoyed with the rest of the series. Be sure to get your copy now, as well as checking out the other great new releases in my blog post.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme. Read the rules and more teasers at The Purple Booker. Anyone can play along.
One of the books I read this week was Cobblered to Death by Rosemarie Ross. It is a culinary cozy mystery, the first in the Courtney Archer series. Host of a television show about rural cooking, Courtney is helping to cohost a cooking competition, and wouldn’t you know it—somebody dies. There are plenty of twists and turns as Courtney (and the local security guy and the sheriff) try to figure out which of the other contestants might have done the dirty deed.
Good pace, lots of interesting characters to consider, and a good resolution. If you’re into culinary cozy mysteries, don’t miss out on this one.
“Oh. My. Gravy,” I whispered. My catchphrase on the show to describe something delectable bled over into my daily vocabulary.
Rosemarie Ross, Cobblered to Death
Courtney Archer is known for hosting the show Cooking with the Farmer’s Daughter . . . despite the fact that she’s actually a pediatrician’s daughter. Now she’s signed on for a role on The American Baking Battle. On this reality show, she can start developing a more authentic image for herself—and as a bonus, the usual backstabbing and manufactured drama isn’t part of the Baking Battle script. But genuine drama is heating up behind the scenes . . .
During a film shoot in the scenic Pocono Mountains, Courtney has to juggle career commitments like pots on a six-burner stove. Adding to the stress is Mick, a contestant who finds out about her fake farm-girl story. Determined to succeed at her new gig, she whips up a cherry cobbler in a cast-iron fry pan one evening and leaves it out to cool. But the next morning, it’s Mick’s body that’s cooling—right next to Courtney’s pan, now classified as a murder weapon . . .
