Holly and Homicide

About the book

When your husband, who has been cheating on you, suddenly dies in your Christmas-themed cat café, the last thing you should do is yell, 'I swear, I didn’t do it!'

Showing up at his funeral with a batch of sympathy cupcakes after he was just poisoned by your own special Santa-themed treat is also probably not the best reaction.

To be honest, if your husband showed up uninvited at your café after stealing your money and bringing his pregnant mistress to live in your house, it wouldn’t be surprising if you whacked him over the head with a frying pan.

However, poisoning him with cyanide in the eggnog cream filling would never be my style!

But honestly, he kind of had it coming.

Now, everyone in town thinks I’m the killer.

Even the attractive lawyer who is staying next door as he visits his great-aunt across from Gran’s retirement home, where I now live after being kicked out of my own house by my husband.

Yes, the motive to get rid of the cheating husband is definitely there.

Luckily, Marius has been volunteered to be my lawyer.

And despite his constant scowls, I remind him, ‘Tis the season of goodwill… even if Marius is only giving annoyance and doubt.'

For someone who is representing me for free due to family obligations, his customer service skills leave much to be desired, with questions like ‘Are you absolutely certain you didn’t do it?’ and ‘Don’t you dare lie to your lawyer, swear on it.'

I don’t care what Mr. Tall Dark and Grumpy believes. I just want my café to stay open and my innocence proven. Men are the last thing on my mind. I plan on spending Christmas Eve with my twenty cats, sharing a turkey roast and watching romantic movies on Hallmark.

But maybe I do have a slight issue.

Especially after kissing the man who thinks I’m a homicidal cat lady…