Teresa Michael

Sep 03, 2024 by Teresa Michael, in Newsletters

Murder with a Terrace View is also the featured new release at N. N. Light's Book Heaven.  Here is the link:
https://www.nnlightsbookheaven.com/post/murder-with-a-terrace-view-bs

If you like the book, please rate and review it on Amazon and Goodreads. It doesn't have to be a lot. A couple of sentences is all that you need and would be greatly appreciated. 

Thank you so much for your support and sharing in my writing journey. 

Here's the book description, an excerpt, and I've also included the order links to Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Remember to check out the delicious recipes at the end of the book. Let me know if you like them.

Thank you!

Teresa

Order Links:
Amazon.com: Murder with a Terrace View: A Harrington House Mystery: 9798822954373: Michael, Teresa: Books

Murder with a Terrace View: A Harrington House Mystery by Teresa Michael, Paperback | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

Murder with a Terrace View: A Harrington House Mystery a book by Teresa Michael (bookshop.org)

Book Description:
In Murder with a Terrace View, Molly Harrington's peaceful life running a B&B is shattered when a local author is found dead. As she delves into the mystery, she uncovers a web of secrets tied to her family's past. With a spectral ally and a budding romance with the detective, Molly navigates a world of intrigue and danger. This gripping tale blends mystery, romance, and the paranormal, promising a cozy whodunit that keeps you guessing till the end.

Excerpt:
Molly gestured toward the terrace. George glanced back and then opened the French doors. He froze, arms wide, hands still on the doorknobs. He dropped his head to his chest, took a deep breath, and shut the doors. He paused for a moment before turning to face Molly. “What happened?”
            “I don’t know. I found him like that when I came upstairs. Elise went to call the police.”
            George sank into the mauve Queen Anne chair between the door and the fireplace.
            “Hey, what’s going on?” Molly and George turned simultaneously toward Tracy, standing in the doorway. “Where’s Aubrey?” She looked from one person to the other. “Is he out there?” She gestured toward the French doors.
            “Don’t,” Molly and George said simultaneously.
            Tracy wrinkled her brow. “What? Why?”
            “Don’t go out there,” Molly said. “Aubrey’s…uh…he’s dead.”
            In disbelief, Tracy looked between them and then toward the terrace. “What are you saying?”
            “He’s dead,” George said, holding his forehead.
            Tracy leaned against the French doors, head down.
            “Tracy, you were in the room next door,” Molly said. “Did you hear anything last night?”
            “No, nothing,” she said. “I drank too much champagne. So, I took two ibuprofen, put white noise on my phone, and went to sleep.”
            Molly stood by the door. “I think we should go back downstairs until the police arrive. George, you’re his agent. You can explain to the other guests while I check with Elise about the police.”
            Molly looked at Tracy, who nodded but glanced away as she wiped away a tear with her fingertips.
            Molly followed George and Tracy into the hall.
            “Oh my,” Molly muttered as she pulled the door shut and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob. “Not exactly the book launch we’d planned.”

 
 

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