Ho-Ho-Homicide (A Liss MacCrimmon Mystery Book 8)
By Kaitlyn Dunnett
Business is booming at the Scottish Emporium in Moosetookalook, Maine, and Liss MacCrimmon Ruskin couldn’t be happier–or busier. A romantic getaway at a rustic Christmas tree farm is just what she needs. But the property’s mysterious past has her feeling less than merry. . .
Liss is surprised when an old friend from high school asks her to spend a week at the Christmas tree farm she recently inherited from a great-uncle. Realizing it would be the perfect chance for her and her husband Dan to get away from work, Liss happily accepts the offer and packs her bags for the tiny town of New Boston.
Upon their arrival, Liss and Dan are greeted by a ramshackle farmhouse and unfriendly townsfolk. It’s hardly the idyllic vacation locale they’d hoped for, especially when needling neighbors start raising questions about the farm’s dark history. Who was the man whose body was found neatly netted in a shipment of Scotch pine? Why did the owner vanish into thin air? And why are the trees growing so close together, forming a maze more twisted than a Celtic knot?
The rumors pile up faster than snowdrifts in a blizzard, and as Liss starts un-wrapping the truth, she discovers something even more scandalous than murder hiding beneath the town’s humdrum façade. When a series of “accidents” strikes the farm, she’ll have to spring into action faster than a Highland Fling to find the killer who’s been lurking among the pines–before she ends up in a pine box herself. . .
Business is booming at the Scottish Emporium in Moosetookalook, Maine, and Liss MacCrimmon Ruskin couldn’t be happier–or busier. A romantic getaway at a rustic Christmas tree farm is just what she needs. But the property’s mysterious past has her feeling less than merry. . .
Liss is surprised when an old friend from high school asks her to spend a week at the Christmas tree farm she recently inherited from a great-uncle. Realizing it would be the perfect chance for her and her husband Dan to get away from work, Liss happily accepts the offer and packs her bags for the tiny town of New Boston.
Upon their arrival, Liss and Dan are greeted by a ramshackle farmhouse and unfriendly townsfolk. It’s hardly the idyllic vacation locale they’d hoped for, especially when needling neighbors start raising questions about the farm’s dark history. Who was the man whose body was found neatly netted in a shipment of Scotch pine? Why did the owner vanish into thin air? And why are the trees growing so close together, forming a maze more twisted than a Celtic knot?
The rumors pile up faster than snowdrifts in a blizzard, and as Liss starts un-wrapping the truth, she discovers something even more scandalous than murder hiding beneath the town’s humdrum façade. When a series of “accidents” strikes the farm, she’ll have to spring into action faster than a Highland Fling to find the killer who’s been lurking among the pines–before she ends up in a pine box herself. . .