A Book Signing To Die For by Judy Moore
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 3.1 MB
Beck O’Rourke and her grandmother own Beach Reads bookstore and coffee shop, a gathering place for locals and tourists, a block off the ocean in Manatee Beach, Florida.
They live above the bookstore with Beck’s feisty younger sister, Lizzie, a lifeguard. Beck is excited to host the country’s bestselling cozy mystery writer for a book signing event until a member of the audience turns up dead later that night.
Afterward, Beck decides to pursue her lifelong dream of being a detective to try to catch the killer. The amateur sleuth finds a slew of suspects, but the murderer isn’t happy about her interference.
Neither is the town’s handsome new police detective who has a history with Beck.
The tiny white-haired woman stood with her hands on her hips frowning down at the college student typing on his laptop.
“You know, this isn’t the public library, young man. You sit in here, you have to buy something.”
The curly haired college kid glanced up at her sheepishly and pulled down the lid of his laptop.
“Sorry,” he said, quickly pushing his books into his backpack.
“This isn’t the first time,” the elderly woman continued, wagging her forefinger at him.
Beck O’Rourke scurried across the bookstore to join them. “Now, Grammy, Brandon usually buys a cup of coffee or a lemonade. It’s not busy today, so I didn’t see any harm in letting him study here.”
Brandon gave her a thankful smile, but stood up and quickly left. When he opened the front door, the salty smell of sea air and a warm ocean breeze wafted inside.
Alice O’Rourke sighed at her granddaughter. “You’re much too nice to ever be successful in the business world, Beck. You need to take some tips from your old grandmother.”
Beck groaned. They’d had this squabble many times before. “He’s just going to go somewhere else where they won’t care if he doesn’t buy anything.”
“Fine. Let him. He can use one of their tables,” her grandmother retorted.
Beck exhaled wearily. “If we’re not nice to the customers, we’re not going to have any.”
“I am nice to the customers,” her grandmother grumbled. “The ones who buy something and pay. I believe that is the definition of a customer.”
“Okay, Grammy,” Beck whispered in exasperation. “Just don’t make a fuss in front of the other customers.” She hurried back to the cash register where a tourist waited to buy a newspaper.
Beck and her grandmother owned Beach Reads bookstore together. It was a gift from Beck’s widowed mother who had been swept off her feet by a wealthy Canadian snowbird, married him, and moved to Montreal two years before. Beck grew up in the bookstore, and some of her fondest memories were of curling up in an armchair in a cozy corner of the store reading. As her mother before her, Beck adored mysteries and read every one she could get her hands on. Her mother had even named her after her favorite mystery character, Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier. Not surprisingly, the shelves of the bookstore were heavily slanted toward mysteries, although they also had a wide selection of biographies, historical fiction, classics, and, of course, bestsellers.