The Plot is Murder (Mystery Bookshop #1)

by V.M. Burns

Strange how acute your hearing became when you were waiting to be murdered.

He’d taken to baking more batches to insure there were goodies for people who shopped later.

Ensure, not insure

Ghost in Glass Houses by Kay Charles

Ghosts in Glass Houses

memories of Leon and I

…of Leon and me… not I

“Well, I promised I’d look after her. I can’t help feeling I’ve abandoned my post.” Penelope turned away before Victor could see how his words had hurt her. “Well, you can just go back to your post then.” She marched away. Victor hurried to catch her. He grabbed her arm and spun her to face him. “Penny dearest, can you ever forgive me?”

Ugh. Insert eyeroll here.

My awesome nephews took over the store and sent Nana Jo and I upstairs to get some rest.

…sent Nana Jo and me… It’s simple grammar and ya got it wrong … twice. 🙄

“You know, Ruby Mae has a second cousin whose daughter is a literary agent in New York.” I smiled. “Of course she does.”

Yes, of course, she does…