Brambleberry Bay Murder Club Sneak Peek! – Addison Moore

Brambleberry Bay Murder Club Sneak Peek!

It's almost here! BEACH BODY (Country Cottage Mysteries 24) releases Thursday June 16, 2022! It's almost time to head back to Cider Cove! Woot! Woot! Here's a peek at the first chapter. Bellamy and I hope you love it! Each book in the series can be read individually so feel free to dive right in!

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Brambleberry Bay Murder Club

Addison Moore

Book Description

It's criminally cozy. 

A mind reader. Talking pets. An arrogant homicide detective. A murder club. And a corpse.

COZY MYSTERY

Welcome to the club. Getting in was easy. Getting out can be murder.

Living in Brambleberry Bay is proving to be a real killer.


cozy mystery by New York Times, USA TODAY, & Wall Street Journal bestseller Addison Moore

Cosmopolitan Magazine calls Addison's books, “…easy, frothy fun!”

Includes Recipe!

My name is Hattie Holiday, and I can read minds. Sure people have all kinds of rouge thoughts running around up there, but I’m far more interested in using my special abilities to talk to my cat, Cricket, and whatever other furry creature I happen to come upon.
Recently, I’ve lost my job at the public library but lucky for me a position opened up at the local country club, as an events coordinator, and I happened to secure the position. And since my love for books follows me wherever I go, not only will I have extravagant affairs to supervise but I’ve already snagged a few people to start a book club with.
Sure the country club is pretentious and smells of old and new money, but I knew that going in. What I didn’t bargain for was finding a body right out the gate. And that book club I’ve just started up? Let’s just say the book club is out and the murder club is in. What I didn’t see coming were the secrets, and the deception, and the killer twist of a lifetime. 
Living in Brambleberry Bay can be a real killer.

From the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, Addison Moore

It's so cozy, it's criminal.

Sneak Peek! Chapter 1

Two weeks from now…

“This will be quick. It won’t hurt, I promise,” they mutter, shoving the barrel of a gun under my chin so hard I nearly bite my tongue off. “You won’t even remember it.”

“That’s funny, my ex-boyfriend once said those very same words,” I sputter as I struggle to scoot a notch across the ground I’m pinned to. 

It didn’t end well with my ex, and I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well either.

“You talk too much.” The butt of the gun rises over my face before crashing down over my forehead with a wallop and my head bounces over the dirt like a rubber ball.

Stars. 

I see stars—both literal and figurative. 

The night sky above swirls in a clockwise motion as the gravity of the situation settles in.

“You just couldn’t keep your nose out of my business,” they hiss, and a rush of heated liquor emanates from their breath. “And now you’ll have to die.” Another blast of ethanol. “You made me do this to you. I didn’t want to. I have to.”

A loud crash goes off near the ballroom in the distance, and we turn our heads in that direction.

The gun lifts momentarily, and I seize the opportunity with a knee to the chest, followed by a boot to the face.

I scramble to my hands and knees, crawling away as fast as this ridiculous Regency gown will allow. Lord knows I’ve engulfed myself in far too much brocade and lace to ever be safe. The dress weighs twenty pounds if it doesn’t weigh forty.

I rise up, only to have a hand clasp around my ankle and yank me back to the ground.

“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to live to see another day,” ethanol breath seethes my way. 

Without thinking, I offer up another boot to the face, this time eliciting a hearty oof, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, there’s a smattering of blood in the wake of my shoe. But I don’t stick around to do a medical evaluation of the damage.

I hop up on both feet, bunch up as much of my billowy skirt as I can, and run like hell.

Adrenaline spikes in me like never before, to levels that ensure my soul has the ability to cork right out of my body. The night shifts around me as I bolt away from the safety of the country club, into the dizzying blackness of night.

A forest looms ahead, wrapping around to my left, nothing but a fortress of evergreens so thick it may as well be a concrete wall. I wouldn’t stand a chance to make it three feet in, naked, let alone wearing what amounts to a brocade building on my body. I knew once I shoved myself into a corset this evening that death was on the table, but this is one scenario I didn’t envision when meeting up with the Grim Reaper. 

My heart races, threatening to leap right out of my body, beating my soul to the punch. 

The briny night air rings icy and cold as the half-moon watches from above like a winking celestial giant ready to welcome me to my heavenly home.

To my right, a bridal fence glows skeletal, cordoning off a sheer cliffside that drops hundreds of feet to the sea. 

A riotously loud bang goes off from behind and a sharp sting ignites in my left arm.

A horrible groan comes from me as I dart for the fence and hurdle over the top of it like a lumbering horse unfit for dressage. Of course, they’d probably take the horse out back after the show and shoot it for its lousy performance. And considering I’m about to absorb a few bullets myself, the horse and I have a lot in common.

The blue cast from the moon glows over the majestic Atlantic below, glowing like a thousand fallen stars in a river of light over the water. 

The ocean churns riotously and angrily as I grip onto the fence for dear life. There’s less than a foot between the earth and the nothingness waiting to suck me to the briny bottom. I stare down at the water, to the pointed rocks just before that, as my feet slip precariously close to the edge, the ground loosening beneath them, hastening my fate. 

My body erupts in one giant heartbeat, pounding and ferocious just like the angry whitewash below. The waves recede, exposing glossy black rocks and jagged boulders, taunting me with their knife-sharp peaks. 

It’s either die at the hands of a lunatic or take my chances with fate.

The water rises once again, slapping over the wall of the cliff, filling it with a swimming pool of water, its violent waves surging twenty feet into the air. 

Hattie,” a voice bellows from behind.

Another explosive gunshot goes off, whistling by my ear like a demon whispering my name.

A quickening breath escapes me.

It’s do or die. 

Heck, at this point, it’s die or die.

My right foot lifts past the edge of the crumbling cliffside.

It will feel like flying. And for once, I can tell myself that I won’t remember a thing.

My body shakes, and my skin goes numb. My mind races around the planet, training for the impossible marathon of death I seem to have embroiled myself in. The ground pulsates as if it were coming up to meet me.

Just one more step.

This is the part where I should probably say something profound like goodbye, cruel world,or do a quick itemization of my sins and repent, but a part of me is ready to let this Regency dress fall where it may. 

And then I leap.

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