Sabine Cross is very good at making people disappear. She is, it turns out, even better at duck.
Eighteen months of patient, unglamorous work have made Sabine one of the top-ranked professional poisoners in the Fellowship of the Quiet Hand ? and Nightshade, her deliberately forgettable Tuesday-night bistro, is supposed to be nothing more than the world's most boring cover story. Beige menu. Bad lighting. Six tables nobody remembers eating at.
Then she can't quite bring herself to finish a job, a food blogger falls in love with her mushroom tart, and a queue starts forming around the block.
Now Sabine is fielding a health inspector who adores her staff meal, a rival poisoner sizing her up over an uneaten dinner, a critic-impersonating saboteur with a very small vial, and a Fellowship handler running out of patience for a hitwoman who keeps letting her marks live because the reduction turned out well. Somewhere in the chaos there's also a regular by the window who just wants to know where she trained ? and a granddaughter's christening she is absolutely not supposed to be catering.
Sabine built a restaurant to hide a body count. She never planned for it to become the best thing in her life.
A comic thriller for anyone who's ever wondered what happens when the person poisoning your entrée is having a genuine crisis about how good the sauce turned out.
Autorentext
Lee Emerick writes horror-comedy for people who like their nightmares served with a side of laughter, and their laughter served with a side of mild dread.
Lee has spent years researching terrifying places, including the DMV, the dentist, the gym, the timeshare, the fertility clinic and the wedding venue. Most of the research was done firsthand, which explains a lot.
Lee's books contain cursed appliances, waitresses who have been dead since 1974, and at least one cul-de-sac that has no business being that friendly. No animals were harmed, but several HOA meetings were.
When not writing, Lee can be found avoiding all-night diners, refusing to renew anything in person, and checking the tooth roots of strangers for signs of ancient entities.
Lee lives somewhere quiet, and it is definitely fine. Please don't ask about the basement.
Find more of Lee's books on Draft2Digital, and remember: if a book seems to be reading you back, that's a plot device. Probably.
info@leeemerick.co.uk