Death at the Daisy Chain Inn

About this book:

Maisy Clark traded spreadsheets for scones and a corporate ladder for a creaky Queen Anne Victorian on the coastal bluffs—but the grand opening of the Daisy Chain Inn is turning into a grand disaster. Between a burst pipe flooding the cellar, a smoke alarm screaming over charcoal-black blueberry scones, and a guest list that reads like a powder keg—an imperious corporate lawyer, her cynical stepson, a brooding photographer, and an elderly couple armed with binoculars and a shoehorn—Maisy is barely holding it together. Then the morning coffee run to Room Three reveals Victoria Vance bludgeoned on the braided rug with a brass clipper ship, and Maisy’s dream of five-star reviews becomes a fight to stay out of jail.

With the inn locked down by a handsome but skeptical detective and every guest hiding a motive—from a severed trust fund to a decades-old grudge—Maisy has to trade her apron for a magnifying glass. She knows these creaking floorboards and secret passages better than anyone, but sifting through alibis is trickier than perfecting a frittata. Especially when the killer is still under her roof, the hot water is still off, and the only thing rising faster than the tide is the body count.

Witty, warm, and steeped in salty New England charm, *Death at the Daisy Chain Inn* serves up a delicious cozy mystery where the tea is strong, the suspects are eccentric, and the innkeeper is determined to solve the murder before check-out time—assuming the plumbing doesn't get her first.