Murder at the Historical Society

**Izzy Harper didn't expect a black tie gala to end with a body. Then again, Windmere Cove had been full of surprises. Most of them the kind worth keeping. This one was not.** She'd been warned not to go. She went anyway. Now Director Winters is dead, a priceless cookbook is missing, and Izzy's grandmother's name keeps surfacing in places it has no business being. One person connects the stolen cookbook to the body in the office. The killer. Now Izzy knows. Noodle, her golden retriever, has already sniffed out the one thing the killer can't afford to have found. He wasn't the only one paying attention. Walking away would be the smart move. But her grandmother's name is in the middle of it. That stopped being an option the moment she walked through the door. **She just became the most dangerous kind of witness. The living kind.** *New to the series? Jump in anywhere. Each book can be enjoyed as a standalone.*