Vivienne Blackwell ran Crescent Moon Estate like a kingdom. Magnificent. Ruthless. Impossible to leave without her permission. Permission denied.
Izzy Harper came to choose the wine. Vivienne chose everything else.
By morning, Vivienne was dead in her sunroom, tea still warm in her hand. No phone signal. No car. No way out.
Shadows have been following Izzy since she came to Windmere Cove. At Blackwell Estate, they finally caught up.
Noodle led her to the ransacked room. The safe was empty. The room wasn't. Someone in this estate had been waiting for this.
Now a killer is somewhere inside these walls. And Izzy is the only one asking the right questions.
She isn't just solving a murder. She's locked inside one.
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Harper Burton writes the kind of cozy mystery where the dog has opinions, the alibi never holds, and the pie is always homemade. Sometimes with poison.
After twenty years in emergency management handling real-world crises (and enough paperwork to qualify as a natural disaster), she now sticks to fictional ones. Ideally involving tea, a body, and a suspiciously well-timed power outage.
Home is the Carolinas. Husband, rotating grandkids, and an Akita who, unlike Hachi, would absolutely leave her at the train station for a hot dog.
Windmere Cove is where she hides the bodies. Fictional ones. Mostly.