A quiet New Year’s Eve. A deadly fire. A case too close to home.
All I wanted was a night in with Grandma Iris—just the two of us, hot apple cider, and her stories from back in the day. Instead, we ended up watching flames light the sky as the house across the street went up in smoke.
When the fire crew finds a body in the rubble, the shock hits all of Marchville. And when it turns out the blaze was no accident, I’m once again pulled into a case I never asked for.
Now there’s a chill in the air, a whole town whispering, and someone determined to keep their secrets buried in the ashes.
Can I figure out the truth before the wrong person takes the fall?
March Street Malice is book 3 in the March Street Cozy Mysteries—a series of short, satisfying whodunits filled with close-knit community, light suspense, and one very stubborn bulldog.
A quiet New Year’s Eve. A deadly fire. A case too close to home.
All I wanted was a night in with Grandma Iris—just the two of us, hot apple cider, and her stories from back in the day. Instead, we ended up watching flames light the sky as the house across the street went up in smoke.
When the fire crew finds a body in the rubble, the shock hits all of Marchville. And when it turns out the blaze was no accident, I’m once again pulled into a case I never asked for.
Now there’s a chill in the air, a whole town whispering, and someone determined to keep their secrets buried in the ashes.
Can I figure out the truth before the wrong person takes the fall?
March Street Malice is book 3 in the March Street Cozy Mysteries—a series of short, satisfying whodunits filled with close-knit community, light suspense, and one very stubborn bulldog.