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She came to save the inn. She stayed to solve a murder.Eleven months ago, Quinn Hartley had a corner office and a title. Now she has a rambling lakeside inn she inherited from the aunt she never made time to visit, a boiler with a temper and a name, a balloon payment due in nineteen days, and a golden retriever named Biscuit who loves her like a vending machine that occasionally pets him.All she has to do is survive grand-reopening weekend. Fill every room, charm the leaf-peepers, and prove to the smooth developer who wants to pour her boathouse into the lake that a city woman with no hotel experience can keep the Lakeview open.Then a guest turns up dead down by the water — and the smooth developer never makes it to checkout.Suddenly Quinn's first paying weekend in two years is a crime scene, her inn is the prime suspect's address, and the town detective keeps showing up with a notebook and a maddening calm she would very much like to ruffle. With a full house of guests who all have something to hide and a bank clock ticking, Quinn does the only thing a woman who reads spreadsheets for a living knows how to do: she starts reading people.Lucky for her, the whole nosy, casserole-bearing town of Maple Hollow has decided she's theirs — whether she likes it or not. Posey the baker has opinions and cinnamon rolls. Biscuit knows trouble before anyone. And somewhere in a house full of other people's secrets is the one that will tell Quinn who did it... if it doesn't get her first.Because an old inn keeps its secrets. And this one isn't finished telling Quinn hers.A clean, cozy, small-town whodunit: closed-door sweet romance, a discreet off-page death, no graphic content, no paranormal — just a charming lakeside inn, a loyal dog, a warm and nosy town, and a satisfying mystery you can curl up with. The first Maple Hollow Inn Mystery. Read more
