Start your next binge read with the PI-in-training dubbed “the Stephanie Plum of the South.” With a delightfully quirky cast, Agatha Award-nominated author Kendel Lynn serves up seaside mischief and misfortune you do not want to miss.
As director of the Ballantyne Foundation on Sea Pine Island, SC, Elli Lisbon scratches her detective itch by performing discreet inquiries for Foundation donors. Usually nothing more serious than retrieving a pilfered Pomeranian.
Until Jane Hatting, Ballantyne board chair, is accused of murder. The Ballantyne’s reputation tanks, Jane’s headed to a jail cell, and Elli’s sexy ex is the new lieutenant in town.
Armed with moxie and her Mini Coop, she uncovers a trail of blackmail schemes, gambling debts, illicit affairs, and investment scams. But the deeper she digs to clear Jane’s name, the guiltier Jane looks.
The closer she gets to the truth, the more treacherous her investigation becomes: a brutal attack on her own suspect and the murder of a witness.
With victims piling up faster than shells at a clambake, Elli realizes she’s next on the killer’s list.
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BOARD STIFF by Kendel Lynn | A Henery Press Mystery. If you like one, you'll probably like them all.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women SleuthsONE
I’m embarrassed to admit my most vivid memory of that night is of
ten minutes in the library with Nick Ransom. In my defense, three
of those minutes were damn good minutes, and I had no idea the
murder of a colleague was only a few hours away.
I was seeking refuge from the well-dressed and well-heeled at
a party for the Ballantyne Foundation when Ransom walked back
into my life. I stiffened at the sight. His smooth skin and sharp features
made my breath catch, just as they had twenty years before.
He looked like Batman. Christian Bale Batman, not the other one in
the gray leotard and blue underpants.
“Elli Lisbon.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’d heard
you were Director of the Ballantyne Foundation.”
“Well, Nick Ransom. How disappointing. I thought you were
dead.”
He rocked back on his heels and smiled. “No, not dead yet.
Though a sniper in Rio came close.”
Nick Ransom, my college major. I loved him from afar until
he asked me out during our first class together. We rounded three
bases over five dates and would’ve slid home on the sixth had he
not left me waiting in the rain a week before Christmas. Two days
later he left a seven-word message on my answering
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Kai Wenzel
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