Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Murder and Poisoned Tea #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #cozy mystery # Maine Coon Cat #organist


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The moment she hears his mastery of the organ, Katherine covets him as St. Stephen’s new Minister of Music. Handsome, charming and vastly talented, the women of the congregation adore him. Even Katherine is swayed by his manners and ability, But Roger not only brought beautiful music, he brings poisoned notes to the choir. Katherine seeks to find the secret of why he has changed churches yearly. She prays the discovery will be in time to prevent a tragedy.

The Mrs. Miller Mysteries series is a sheer delight. Miss Marple and Jessica Fletcher would love Katherine Miller. I know I do. ~~ Writer Gail Roughton


When Martin answered, I explained the situation. “She wants you,

not Judith. You need to take her to the Emergency Room. Ask for Janice.

She’ll be waiting.”

“Be right there.”

After they left, I returned to the church. A prayer filled my thoughts.

I needed to be calm when I faced Roger. If he wasn’t at the church, I’d go

to his apartment. The coals of anger had been fanned. I wouldn’t rest until

he was on his way to jail.

When I opened the side door, the gray cat bolted through the

opening and dashed into the bushes. Once my heart stopped pounding, I

frowned. How had the stray gotten into the church?

I headed up to the choir room. Several pieces of music lay on the

piano. Roger wasn’t in the music library or the room where the choir robes

were kept. Since he’d never leave the lights on and the door open, I knew

he was somewhere in the building. The sanctuary? But I hadn’t heard the


Downstairs, I strode down the hall and opened the door. The lights

were on in the choir loft. Deep shadows filled the rest of the room. I turned

to leave and remembered Marcie’s jacket. What had she said about the

attack? He’d taken her downstairs to one of the pews. Her jacket had to be

here somewhere.

As I moved down the aisle, I looked for the bright pink coat. Where

was Roger? I stopped short and held in a gasp. I saw the jacket and

Roger’s body half-sprawled on one of the pews.

Swallowing my scream, I knelt and touched his arm. “Roger.” My

voice sounded tentative. Then I saw his head and the blood. I looked up at

the balcony. Had he fallen or had he been pushed?

There was nothing I could do for him. I turned and ran from the

sanctuary and through the garden to the parish house.

Mary looked up. “He’s not here.”

I’m sure she meant Edward. “I need to call the police.”

“An accident with your car?”

Since I’d already dialed the local station, a number I’ve memorized, I

didn’t answer. No sense repeating my news. “Pete Duggan, please. Tell

him it’s Katherine Miller.”

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Tena Stetler said...

Enjoyed your excerpt. Sounds like an interesting fun read. I love mysteries!

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Daryl Devoré said...

Her reaction is a lot calmer than mind would have been. I think I would be a disaster in a situation like this.

Vivi said...

Nice excerpt!

Maggie Blackbird said...

Such a nice piece moving from intense to determination, and then back again. I loved this line: The coals of anger had been fanned. ANd I adored the setting at teh church.