ABOUT THE BOOK
It may be easier to patch up an old home than a broken heart. But along the Louisiana bayou, where beauty and danger mingle all too seamlessly, thoughts of romance may have to simmer on the back burner . . .Twin sisters and fellow divorcees Sunny Taylor and Eve Vaughn have established their home repair and remodeling business with an eye toward quality and personal attention. So when they’re approached by hunky Dave Price to fix up his bayou fishing camp, they’re more than happy to take the job—especially since they both secretly think he may prove to be more than just another satisfied customer . . .
The ramshackle campsite could certainly use a woman’s touch. What it does not need is a dead body—but that’s what the trio stumble across. Clearly, the poor soul was murdered—and once the town tongue-waggers get going, Sunny, Eve, and Dave come under suspicion of the police, not to mention potential clients . . .
Now, with their futures on the line, their brewing love triangle will have to wait. Helped—and harried—by the twins’ mother and her retirement home’s cadre of amateur sleuths, the trio starts snooping on their own. But when another dead body turns up, they’ll have to get their hands dirtier than a swamp-bottom snake if they hope to clear their names . . .
GUEST POST BY JUNE SHAW
SNEAK PEAK – DEAD ON THE BAYOU – AND HOBBIES
I’ve lived in south Louisiana all my life and we’re blessed with many waterways, so the hobbies I’ve enjoyed often involved water. I grew up near our public pool, took swimming and diving lessons until I could lifeguard there myself. At the summer’s end, lifeguards put on a show. Boys dressed like clowns pretended to fall off tall diving boards. We girls performed synchronized swimming.
I never skied on snow, but did it on water, eventually performing with a local group.
We have many bayous, rivers, canals, and the nearby Gulf of Mexico, all holding massive amounts of fish. My favorite meals include any type of seafood.
Fishing is another of my hobbies connected to water. I can sit on the bank of a bayou and watch my cork, getting exciting when it jerked down. Normally I fish from a boat, often down near the gulf, where I’ve pulled in some big ones. After we fish, we all relax at the camp. Countless people here own fishing camps near water. Most camps are built high on pilings to protect them during hurricane season, so many have long swings and eating areas underneath. Many also have long wharfs, where people can sit and try for any nearby fish.
A camp in Cajun country is a wonderfully relaxing place—unless a dead body shows up inside it. And you happen to find that body. And it’s someone you know.
I hope you’ll want to find out lots more in Dead on the Bayou, A Twin Sisters Mystery. And please tell me about your hobbies!
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