Anytime I tell people what my main genre of writing is (because I can't limit myself to one, but it's the one most of my projects fall under), I get this question: Literally, what the fresh f#%! is a cozy, Raine? I don't really know what folks expect me to say so I always go… Continue reading What are Cozy Mysteries?
Most people didn't think of warm and fuzzy things when it came to a medical examiner's office. What usually came to mind was cold steel, beakers, maybe a little fridge with vials filled with fluid samples. And death, of course. Lots and lots of death. Addy certainly wasn't expecting the amount of bright colors splashed… Continue reading P.S.S. Chapter Seven
"What?" Kayla growled in Addy's ear. "Good morning, sunshine," she tapped the speakerphone button and set the phone down, as she unloaded the dishwasher. It had felt like ages since she last slept in and she found herself feeling a little restless, even after receiving a text from Maggie that she wouldn't be needed in… Continue reading P.S.S. Chapter Six
The next morning, Addy woke up begrudgingly, feeling very much as though she had been in a coma after getting hit by a semi truck. Every muscle in her body ached from the quantity of kneading, bending, twisting, and walking. The tension from knowing there was a killer somewhere in town probably didn't help. The… Continue reading P.S.S. Chapter Five
To M/M Employees: Budgetary cuts will be in effect immediately including the shut-down of bakery and meat departments until further notice. This is strictly temporary. Your job is not at risk and if you require immediate employment, we will find a place for you in a different department or at the Kalamazoo location. Attached is… Continue reading P.S.S. Chapter Four
Staying in her mom's modest two bedroom was surreal. Most of the place looked the same, even her room was practically untouched. The only indication that anyone had been in her room was the fact that there was no dust collecting on her shelves of books, her desk, or any other surface. It was as… Continue reading P.S.S. Chapter Three
Addy pulled her mom's Civic into one of the free spaces behind the building in East Grandloc, waiting for her mom to zoom in. It was a quarter to four in the morning, two hours before the opening of The Sweet Rack. Her mother had worked every day of Addy's existence to make her dream… Continue reading P.S.S: Chapter Two
"It's not even October yet." Addison March grumbled more to herself than anyone as she wrapped her faux Burberry scarf around her neck, making her way to the entrance of Miller Market. It was two in the morning and the first day of her new job. The Michigan air was crisp with the bite of… Continue reading P.S.S: Chapter One