Tillie Moore has run plenty of events in her time, but never one entirely for pets. It is the week before Halloween, the costume contest sign-ups keep coming, and she is starting to wonder what on earth she has got herself into. She has no idea yet.
Tillie Moore has run plenty of events in her time, but never one entirely for pets. It is the week before Halloween, the costume contest sign-ups keep coming, and she is starting to wonder what on earth she has got herself into. She has no idea yet.
Twenty years of marriage ended in a conversation Rachel never saw coming. Now she is sitting in her car outside the only home she has known as an adult, taking one last look before she drives away from it for good. This is where Moonshire Bay begins.
Susan spreads the sketches across the counter and Presley is certain this year's festival will be the best one yet. Pumpkins and scarecrows worked into the forest theme. Just do not tell her mother whose idea it was.
Lucky is staring at a baby. The baby is crying. Lucky has no idea what happens next, and neither, for the moment, does anybody else.
Presley Thurman wants the promotion. She knows she is the best candidate. Then the colleague competing with her for the job turns up dead, and the police start looking very hard at Presley.
Holland Harbor sits about forty five minutes down the coast from Charleston, and for most of the year it is a town of around twenty thousand people who all know each other's business. Then summer arrives and the population triples, the parking gets impossible, and every restaurant in town starts turning tables until nine at […]
My name is Laina Turner, and I write clean, small town romance with mature characters and cozy mysteries with fun, quirky sleuths and their pets!
