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Murder Goes Glamping Cozy Mystery Piper Haydn Mysteries Book #2 (eBook)
Murder Goes Glamping Cozy Mystery Piper Haydn Mysteries Book #2 (eBook)
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She’d rather play a sonata than huddle around a campfire. But when homicide takes the stage, can she bring down the curtain on a killer?
Piper Haydn enjoys the finer things in life. Coming from wealth, the music academy owner refuses to let her friend drag her out glamor camping until the handsome local police chief’s teasing strikes the wrong chord. And returning to the campground late after a piano conference, her panic hits a crescendo when she stumbles on a dead body.
Fleeing in horror and now suspected of committing the evil deed, the terrified thirty-something dives into the investigation to clear her name. Yet with her artsy hippie pal missing, an unpleasant sheriff eager to slap the cuffs on her, and a murderer still on the loose, she fears snooping around could lead to a deadly encore.
Can Piper piece together the cacophony of clues before her next concerto is played behind bars?
Murder Goes Glamping is the charming second book in the Piper Haydn Piano Mysteries cozy series. If you like amateur sleuths, loyal friends, and surprising twists, then you’ll love Malissa Chapin’s cutthroat cadenza.
Buy Murder Goes Glamping to orchestrate the perfect crime today!
You will also receive bonus content free with purchase--A set of printable Roosevelt (Rosie) paper dolls.
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Rosie laughed. “My camper Bess is all fancy now and ready to go glamping.”
Piper raised her eyebrows.
“It’s biblical,” Rosie said.
“What is biblical?”
“Glamping.”
Piper stared at Rosie. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
“Seriously! The tabernacle. Haven’t you read how God decorated his tent with gold and jewels? That sounds exactly like glamping to me.”
Piper rolled her eyes. “Oh, my word, Roosevelt Hale.”
“Close your eyes and picture this. Pine trees. Wind in the trees. Bird calls and the water. Stars at night and beautiful sunrises every morning.”
“You left out the mosquitoes,” Piper said.
“Think about it,” Rosie said.
“No.”
“Don’t answer me right away.”
“Nope.”
“Sleep on it.”
“Never.”
Piper parked in front of Rosie’s house.
“I’ll call you tomorrow and see what you think.” Rosie blew a kiss to Piper and hopped out of the car.
Piper waved and pulled away from the curb. “I am never going glamping with you, Rosie. Never.” Piper laughed at her silly friend. “I don’t camp—fancy or not. No, Roosevelt Hale, this is one battle you’ll never win.” She tapped the screen on the sound system, filling her car with the sounds of Tchaikovsky’s “Swan Lake” to drive the horror of Rosie’s camping suggestion.
