Tequila is a terrible way to go… The young woman who’d ordered the double shot margarita took it with wide eyes and a thumbs up as she sampled it through the straw, walking back toward her table in the sand on wobbling platform sandals unsuited to the footing. I grinned and moved on to my next order while Pika expertly cracked two bottles of icy beer and slid them across the polished wooden bar toward the waiting men, one of whom watched my last customer on her meandering and hip wiggling path back to her giggling girlfriends.

How I loved Thursday nights on Canary Key. Are you kidding? How I loved every minute.

Becks Hogan’s dream of owning a beach bar wasn’t meant to have a murderous side effect. But when one of her patrons is found dead after a night of drama with her friends and ex-husband in the mix, Becks can’t help but poke her retired forensics tech nose into Police Chief Allie Crown’s murder investigation. Will she help or hinder her friend’s chances of finding the killer before she becomes a victim of her own curiosity? Find out in book one of the Canary Key Cozy Mysteries!