September 5, 2015

Book Blitz: The Foxglove Killings

The Foxglove Killings by Tara Kelly
Age Group: Young Adult
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Release Date: September 1, 2015
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Book Description:

Gramps always said that when the crickets were quiet, something bad was coming. And the crickets have been as silent as the dead. It started with the murdered deer in the playground with the unmistakable purple of a foxglove in its mouth. But in the dying boondock town of Emerald Cove, life goes on.

I work at Gramps's diner, and the cakes―the entitled rich kids who vacation here―make our lives hell. My best friend, Alex Pace, is the one person who gets me. Only Alex has changed. He's almost like a stranger now. I can't figure it out...or why I'm having distinctly more-than-friend feelings for him. Ones I shouldn't be having.

Then one of the cakes disappears.

When she turns up murdered, a foxglove in her mouth, a rumor goes around that Alex was the last person seen with her—and everyone but me believes it. Well, everyone except my worst enemy, Jenika Shaw. When Alex goes missing, it's up to us to prove his innocence and uncover the true killer. But the truth will shatter everything I've ever known about myself—and Alex.

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Mondays at the diner were unpredictable. It was either chaos or a graveyard, no in between. But one thing was certain—Monday nights always brought in the worst kind of crazy. Tonight that crazy came in the form of Paul Cross, town hermit. One of them, anyway. This was the Pacific Northwest.

“Miserable people are gonna find misery, Angela,” Gramps said to her. “There’s no point in rolling over and playing dead.” He nodded at me. “Tell that boy to go stick it and be done with it.”

“Dad.” Mom pulled the jaw clip from her bun, letting her dark hair unravel down her back. “If you had your way, this would be a saloon.” Gramps poured pancake batter into a pan and shrugged. “What’s wrong with that? I could wear my wooly chaps.”

Mom rolled her eyes at me. “I thought I burned those.”

He stroked the nape of my neck, his fingers combing through my hair. My muscles relaxed, even with the stifling heat, but I fought the urge to press closer, to tilt my head up and face him. Everything I missed about him, every bit of anger rose up in my throat, forming a tight ball.

It was hard to breathe. But it was harder to let go.

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Author Bio:

Tara Kelly adores variety in her life. She’s an author, one-girl-band, graphic designer, editor, and photographer.

She lives in Sin City with her beloved guitars, sound design master husband, and a fluffy cat named Maestro.

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