(A Camper & Criminals Cozy Mystery Series Book 25)
SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY WITH A SMIDGEN OF HOMICIDE
USA Today Bestselling author Tonya Kappes brings you southern and quirky characters in her mystery series. Her stories are charged with humor, friendship, family and life in small southern towns.
When Hank Sharpe asked me in the laundry club ladies to join him in an undercover investigation to help find a missing person, me and ladies grabbed our sleuthing notebook without hesitation.
As undercover Forest Bathing Therapist trainees we were bound and determined to find out with happened to Kyra Tenney. When we did find her body in what appeared to be an accidental forest fire, we thought we were finished with our undercover act.
Only the coroner’s report came back that our missing person had been killed before the fire.
Put on your sleuthing caps and join Mae West along with the Laundry Club Ladies as they take their investigation skills to a whole ‘nuther level! Especially after Mae finds herself in the fire!
I’m a Mom, a Grandmom, and a Veteran. Nothing scares me! That’s the saying on my favorite T Shirt. I’m enjoying life too much to let the little things slow me down. If you can’t tell from my Avatar, I live in Florida where I enjoy the sunshine and endure the hurricanes with good grace. Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good!
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(A Camper & Criminals Cozy Mystery Series Book 24)
SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY WITH A SMIDGEN OF HOMICIDE
USA Today Bestselling author Tonya Kappes brings you southern and quirky characters in her mystery series. Her stories are charged with humor, friendship, family and life in small southern towns.
Join Mae West and the Laundry Club Ladies as they cha cha and twirl their way around Happy Trails Campground as they put on some sleuthing dance shoes to bring closure to this southern and fun cozy Valentine’s mystery. When I begged Hank Sharp to take dance lessons to celebrate Valentine’s Day, I knew I was getting more than I had bargained for. But when a dancer’s dead body shows up at the height of the competition and Hank is hired to investigate the murder, I had no idea what we were in store for when he had Dottie Swaggert and Henry Bryant go undercover as a dance competition couple to get insider information.
After a little snooping around, we discovered there were deep running feuds and passions behind those sequins and smiles that gave motive and opportunity to kill for the desires to win the most coveted dancing title.
Time is running out and we fear Dottie’s life is in danger. Let’s face it, she has a hard time keeping her mouth shut. And NO ONE puts Dottie in the corner.
I’m a Mom, a Grandmom, and a Veteran. Nothing scares me! That’s the saying on my favorite T Shirt. I’m enjoying life too much to let the little things slow me down. If you can’t tell from my Avatar, I live in Florida where I enjoy the sunshine and endure the hurricanes with good grace. Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good!
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Vin
I’ve always been the best friend, the one nightstand, the groomsmen never the
groom. Then I go and become that ‘F’ word. Yeah, I become a Father before I am
even part of a couple. I’ve never been one to live a normal life. Whatever that
is. It’s never been for me. But then a woman and my child change everything.
They become everything. I will become whatever they need. Because that will be
who I am.
Samantha
My husband and I always wanted a child, but it was not meant to be. Until one
day, one came into our lives, and she became my everything. But the man that
should have protected us didn’t, he betrayed us. Exposed us to men who
threatened the safety of my child and me. Then someone came into our lives
amidst the chaos, but who was he there to save, me or his child?
“What!” Something about the way she said my name had me
blinking and trying to focus my sleep fogged mind. A shudder traveled through
my body. What the hell time is it?
The connections in my brain were still a bit fuzzy, but I recognized the pitch
of that voice. I’d heard it enough times. Something was wrong.
“Christie?” I spoke into my phone.
“I’m at the hospital, Vin. The baby…” Terror laced her tone.
“What? Isn’t it too early?” I questioned. Christie wasn’t
quite eight months pregnant, since that was the last time we’d hooked up. “Is
something wrong?”
“You’ve got to come now!”
Fear rippled in her voice.
I’d never heard her sound like this before. My heart pressed
against my chest. “Okay, okay on my way.”
I glanced at the time on my phone. Since my head hit the
pillow, I’d gotten less than three hours of sleep. Rolling out of bed, I downed
some aspirin I kept on the nightstand. Staggering to the bathroom, I washed my
face with cold water. It helped a little. My eyesight was no longer quite so
blurry. When I glanced at the mirror, I could at least make out my blood shot
eyes from too little sleep. But my mind was clear.
Quickly, I tossed on some clean clothes then caught a taxi
to the hospital, Christie had scheduled her delivery in. I hoped like hell
she would be there. This woman prepared for everything.
Except for an unplanned pregnancy.
I pulled out my phone to shoot a group text to my best
friends, Maze and Dante. To let them know Christie was in the hospital and to
meet me there but stopped myself before pressing send. First, it was three
fucking o’clock in the morning and secondly, I had no idea what the hell was
going on, other than I could hear the panic in Christie’s voice. I’d wait until
I knew more.
At this hour, it only took about fifteen minutes for me to
get to the hospital in midtown. Still, by the time I got there—it was the right
hospital—they’d already taken Christie into surgery. I wasn’t family, just the
father of the child we’d both agreed to put up for a private adoption. Which
meant no one would tell me anything, other than to have a seat and wait for the
doctor. Or the lawyer, for the couple adopting the baby. But I wasn’t sure if
the hospital or Christie had notified the lawyer, or the couple, and I wasn’t
going to remind anyone. At this point, I also didn’t give a rat’s ass. Christie
might have been a one or two night hook up, but I still cared about her and the
baby we created.
“Mr. Tinsdale?” A pretty young woman in plain purple colored
scrubs stood in front of me.
I stood up. “Yes, that’s me. How’s Christie and the baby?”
“Christie signed a form before they took her in, allowing us
to talk to you as the biological father of the baby. The baby is in distress,
the doctor is performing an emergency C-section, as soon as he knows more,
he’ll come out to speak to you.”
“Thank you.” Even if her words did little to relieve my
anxiety. I plopped my ass back down onto the seat. It wasn’t until the nurse
disappeared through the double doors, I questioned what she’d said. Or rather
the way she said it, know more about what? Shouldn’t it only be to tell me if
it was a boy or a girl? Oh, God! Did distress mean the baby might die? Was
Christie going to be, okay?
I ran my fingers through my shorthair as these thoughts
played table tennis in my mind. I’d made a bit of an ass of myself earlier at
the nurses’ station, demanding someone come out to tell me something. All I
could do now was sit and wait for the doctor.
I sat there alone, my hands rested on my knees, head down,
eyes staring at the floor, seeing nothing but my f’ing life rolling away from
me. Tied to someone I didn’t even like—for life. One who would be the mother of
my child. All because some shitty piece of latex malfunctioned. Fuck of a
malfunction. Still, I prayed to a supreme being or beings somewhere out there
that Christie and the baby would be okay. Even if I’d agreed to the adoption,
the thought of my child dying sent fear zinging through me.
I took a deep breath. Single mother, single father, nothing
single about it. Not when an innocent life was involved. A life who apparently
wanted to make an early appearance. Way early. A preemie. My child would be a
preemie. Labels—fucking labels. All my life I’d dealt with them. But I refused
to be placed in anyone’s box.
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(A Camper & Criminals Cozy Mystery Series Book 23)
SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY WITH A SMIDGEN OF HOMICIDE
USA Today Bestselling author Tonya Kappes brings you southern and quirky characters in her mystery series. Her stories are charged with humor, friendship, family and life in small southern towns.
Around here we say BLESS HER HEART and sometimes it’s just not in a good way. Take Neva Hudson for instance, bless her heart, she’s the town gossip, not to mention someone who likes to toot her own horn.
Two toots too many ’cause bless her heart, someone has strangled Neva and left her for dead in of all places…the church’s Christmas play.
Trust me when I say there’s no shortage of suspects since her tongue lashed a few too many lies about people.
More importantly, my dear friend Dottie Swaggert has been on the tall tale end of Neva’s lies and she’s got the most motive. Thank goodness me, Mae West, and our group of friends, the Laundry Club Ladies have traded our Christmas play elf hats into sleuthing caps because Santa’s bringing Dottie a big ole present of FREEDOM when we find the real killer.
’Tis the season for murder in the small town of Normal, Kentucky. When the town gossip is found strangled to death in a church, there’s no shortage of suspects.
I’m a Mom, a Grandmom, and a Veteran. Nothing scares me! That’s the saying on my favorite T Shirt. I’m enjoying life too much to let the little things slow me down. If you can’t tell from my Avatar, I live in Florida where I enjoy the sunshine and endure the hurricanes with good grace. Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good!
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A Tiny Little Favor Peyton Banks Publication date: April 17th 2026 Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
From USA Today bestselling author, Peyton Banks, comes a steamy rom com about second chances, accidental families, and the most unexpected proposal of all.
He was supposed to be a one-night stand… Now she’s asking him for baby number two.
Five years ago, Tachina Winston made one impulsive decision—a one-night stand with her former client, Vic Maxwell. The result? The world’s cutest little boy and an unconventional but surprisingly seamless co-parenting setup. No drama, no strings, no regrets.
But Tachina has a tiny little problem…
She wants another baby.
Dating apps? Disasters. Blind dates? Even worse. There’s only one man she trusts enough to do this with again: Vic.
Vic isn’t looking for love after a messy breakup. But when Tachina proposes her plan, he can’t deny it—he’s tempted.
And if he agrees, it will come with one condition: he wants to experience everything he missed before.
Easy, right?
Wrong.
Because soon, things get complicated. They’re having adult spend-the-night dates, sharing kisses that last too long, and stirring up feelings neither of them expected.
Then Vic’s ex returns wanting him back, they are forced to decide: was this just a favor with benefits… or the beginning of something real?
“A mood?” Tachina looked up from the menu at her longtime friend. There goes that nose of Addison’s. She had figured out that Tachina was keeping a secret.
“A mood. An energy. An aura. Something is going on in that big, beautiful head of yours.” Addison folded her arms across her chest and stared at Tachina.
“My head is not big,” Tachina muttered. She shrugged. “I’m just hungry.”
“Nope. That’s not it. You’ve got that look on your face. It’s the ‘I’ve been thinking too much about something’ expression.”
“Do I really have a ‘I’ve been thinking too much about something’ look?” Well, that was news to her. Tachina reached up and tucked her thick hair behind her ear.
“Yes, ma’am. Your forehead gets all serious. A long line appears across it.” Addison drew a line across her own forehead.
Tachina grimaced and waved her off. “Stop trying to read my face.”
“Just spill it already.”
Monica, one of their favorites waitresses, arrived at the table. She wore bright-pink lipstick, short pixie blonde hair, and had a personality big enough to fill the café. She pulled out her notepad and flashed them a grin.
“What can I start you with, darlin’? Tea? Coffee? Wine? A little Jack?” She chuckled and motioned to Addison and Tachina. “You two are over here whispering fierce, and by the looks of it, you should order the Jack.”
“It’s her.” Addison pointed to Tachina. “She’s the problem.”
“Woooow…” Tachina shook her head. How was she the problem?
“She sure threw you under the bus. Bless her heart. What’s wrong, babe?” Monica turned her kind eyes on Tachina. She had been working at The Iron Kettle for as long as Tachina and Addison had been coming there. She always tried to help and offer motherly advice. She was in her early sixties and didn’t bite her tongue when it came to nonsense.
“Nothing is wrong,” Tachina said quickly.
Two sets of eyebrows lifted at her.
Liars were rarely safe around women who made it their business to be in other’s people’s business. A best friend and a waitress were two of the most dangerous species to try to get away with something. They would figure it out.
“It’s no big deal,” Tachina stressed, but it seemed neither of them believed her.
“Well, I see she doesn’t want to talk in front of me. Let me take your order so she can spill her guts to you, Addy.” Monica turned to Addison who promptly gave her order.
Tachina glanced back down at the menu. Mind made up, she waited her turn.
“And Miss Tachina, what will you be having?”
“I’ll take the Reuben with extra cheese, extra mustard on the side, make sure they give me the biggest slice of pickle they have, and no chips, I’ll have the house fries instead, please.” She placed her menu back down on the table and again found two sets of eyes on her. She shrugged, unapologetic. “I said I was hungry. Oh, and for a drink, I’ll have a Diet Coke.”
“Really? A diet?” Addison muttered.
“Shut your face.” Tachina blew a kiss at her bestie who rolled her eyes at her.
“I don’t judge. I’ll get your order in and I’ll be back with your drink, babe.” Monica offered her a wink as she collected their menus. She spun on her heel and beelined it through the busy establishment.
“Okay. Now spill it.” Addison was not going to let up on her.
Tachina blew out a deep breath.
It was now or never.
Author Bio:
USA Today best selling author, Peyton Banks, is the alter ego of a city girl who is a romantic at heart. Her mornings consist of coffee and daydreaming up the next steamy romance book ideas. She loves spinning romantic tales of hot alpha males and the women they love. She currently resides with her husband and children in Cleveland, Ohio.
I’m a Mom, a Grandmom, and a Veteran. Nothing scares me! That’s the saying on my favorite T Shirt. I’m enjoying life too much to let the little things slow me down. If you can’t tell from my Avatar, I live in Florida where I enjoy the sunshine and endure the hurricanes with good grace. Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good!
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