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An obnoxious member of Kay's book club is found dead on the beach. When Kay investigates, she discovers that the death, covered-up to look like suicide, was in fact murder.
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Murder by Fireworks

A Kay Driscoll Mystery Series: Book 3

by Susan Bernhardt

Genre Cozy Mystery

Tags Cozy mystery, amateur woman sleuth, Fourth of July, 4th of July, wedding, beach, A Kay Driscoll Mystery, The Ginseng Conspiracy, Murder Under the Tree, Murder by Fireworks, book club.

Release November 24, 2015

Editor June Diehl

Cover Designer Suzannah Safi

Pages 218

ISBN 978-1-77127-766-2

Price $5.99


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Wedding bells are in the air, and so is murder.

Kay Driscoll's son's wedding reception for two hundred guests is in her backyard. As if that wasn't enough, a precocious and troubled twelve-year-old is foisted on her two days before the wedding. When the happy day arrives, one of the guests disrupts the event and is asked to leave: a womanizing member of Kay's book club.

A few days later, after a Fourth of July fireworks show, he is found dead on the beach. Kay and her ever-present friends, Elizabeth and Deirdre, investigate the
death, which at first is declared a suicide. They believe this is a cover-up and go about to prove their theory, an arduous task because the potential suspects are many, and few (if any) will regret the victim's death.


Excerpt

A moment later Jill's kayak shot through the rapids and pushed her into a huge tree branch that had fallen over into the river. Her kayak tipped over. We all stopped our forward progress while she turned over her kayak and emptied it out on the bank. I stopped close by an angler and started talking to him about the wildlife along the river, specifically snakes on the bank or in the water. I had a fear of snakes.

When Jill and Ann finally caught up to us, we were informed that Jill's cellphone was lost in the current. Damn, she had taken some good shots of us. Numerous scratches were on her arms where she had hit the tree.

We continued along. I hoped everyone would have a good time despite experiencing this mishap. Within a few moments my kayak tipped. With my head underwater, I couldn't get my legs out of the kayak. Luckily the water at this spot wasn't deep and I raised my head above the water and then pulled my legs out. My legs had minor bruises that were already turning purple. The river was cold. Jill and I were already soaked. Two of us down, two to go.

We continued forward. Once out on the river there was no turning back.

As we went down rapids, guiding our kayaks, we resumed having a fun time, watching the beautiful scenery, feeling exhilarated by the adventure. Along the trees to the left, I noticed a shadow of someone retreating in the woods. Had someone followed us? The thugs? Someone connected to James' death? In spite of the ninety degree weather, a chill gripped me that wouldn't let go.

When I looked ahead at the river again, I saw something glittering in the sunlight across our path just up ahead. A line or some kind of a wire across the river. I tried to slow down and screamed, pointing up. It was low enough to do some real damage and if it was wire, to decapitate or hit an artery and someone would bleed to death.

I was too close to get out of my kayak and it was in a rapid. I crouched down as low as I could and went just under it. After passing the wire, the currents slammed my kayak into the face of a limestone bluff. I turned my kayak so that I wouldn't hit my head on the wall. The last thing I heard was Jill screaming, "Kay's getting knocked unconscious."

My kayak filled with water and I knew that I had about three seconds before the kayak would overturn. The next thing I knew, I was underwater, a deep swirling spot that was way over my head. The water was cold. So cold. I tried to get my legs out of the kayak. Again I couldn't. I tried repeatedly, beating my legs against the opening to no avail. After several more seconds of trying and being unable to free myself, my mind calmed. I thought...so this was what it was like to be drowning. It was surreal. This was actually happening. It was like I was looking down at myself through the water, drowning. I knew soon I would have to open my mouth to take a breath and water would rush in, filling my lungs. And that would be the end.

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Sunday, 31 January 2016
Another excellent cozy mystery by Susan Bernhardt. I already enjoyed the first two books of the Kay Driscoll series and was not disappointed by the third. The characters are lovingly created and you feel right at home with them and their daily life. The murder is interwoven in the daily activities and worries of the protagonist and keeps the reader involved and curious. I can’t wait for the fourth book to be written.
Antje Hergt

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