A Twist in the Tail
An absolutely purrfect cozy mystery
Leighann Dobbs
Contents
A Twist in The Tail
Other Books By Leighann Dobbs
Blackmoore Sisters
Lexy Baker
Kate Diamond Mystery Adventures
Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series
Mooseamuck Island
Lady Katherine Regency Mysteries
(As L. A. Dobbs)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
[CT] A Letter from Leighann
Untitled
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Lemon Poppy Seed Muffins - Serve 12
Broccoli Quiche - Serves 4
Brunch Egg Dish Casserole
Ham and Cheese Bisquick Puffs
Millie’s Famous Sour Cream Coffee Cake
A Twist in The Tail by
Leighann Dobbs
Other Books By Leighann Dobbs
Cozy Mysteries
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Blackmoore Sisters Cozy Mystery Series
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Lexy Baker Lexy BakerCozy Mystery Series
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Kate Diamond Mystery Adventures
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Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series
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Mooseamuck Island Mooseamuck IslandCozy Mystery Series
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Lady Katherine Regency Mysteries
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Sam Mason Mysteries
(As L. A. Dobbs)
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One
I should have known by the unsettling tone of the cat’s meows that disaster was looming. Of course, at the time I was more worried about how the guests liked breakfast. It was only the fourth one I’d served since officially becoming owner of the Oyster Cove Guesthouse.
They seemed to be enjoying it. Now, don’t get me wrong, it was nothing fancy. Bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, and lemon poppy seed muffins were the extent of my culinary expertise. Quite frankly, I might have misjudged whether my cooking skills were up to par when entering into this agreement. Maybe I should have read the fine print in the documents I’d received from Millie Sullivan, the elderly former owner.
Even though the breakfasts weren’t five-star cuisine, I hadn’t had any complaints from my first batch of guests. Well, all except one. Charles Prescott. He was the reason I was now hovering in the doorway holding an antique egg cup with a perfectly warm soft-boiled egg nestled inside.
Charles had complained about his egg yesterday. It was too cold. He was quite loud about it, too. Since I aimed to please, this morning I had perfectly timed the egg for his pre-announced 8 am arrival in the dining room. It was now 8:05 … where was Charles?
My eyes scanned the room just in case I’d missed him. But my guest count totaled five, including Charles, and four were seated and already digging into their breakfast. It was easy to tell who was there and who was not, even in such an enormous room.
