Beaches, Bungalows & Burglaries by Tonya Kappes

“A campground?” I gulped back a good hissy fit, because no one could ever underestimate the power of a good hissy fit, something I’ve tried really hard not to do in years. Seriously, it’s been a lot of fun writing these new characters and I hope you’re going to love them too! I’m excited to bring you into the camping world of crime. I swear, y’all are the best in the world. I’d also like to thank Sheryl Boothe for editing all the words and making the way I talk and write, translate to the page. When I saw them, I knew I had to have them and it was perfect for my next cozy series. I’d like to thank cover artist Mariah Sinclair for the adorable covers for A Camper and Criminals Cozy Mystery Series.

“Paul,” I gasped bringing my hand up to my mouth.įirst and foremost, I truly want to thank Eddy for recognizing that writing is part of my core and spending hours lost with my fictional characters are food for my soul. “Ahhh!” I screamed and jumped when the head of the body popped up like one of those red button things on a pressure cooker that let you know when it was finished cooking. “I’m thinking it’s a foot that’s attached to a leg.” Henry curled his nose and then his brows rose as the leg floated to the top of the lake and was attached to a body. “No.” I took a closer look and it sure looked like something that could be a foot, but nah. “Is that a foot?” Henry asked over my shoulder. “Listen, this is my camp ground and if there’s something to see, I’m gonna see it.” I stomped on my way over before he could stop me. “Hank.” Detective Burke jutted his chin in the air gesturing Detective Hank over. “I’d done killed the jerk if he’d showed up here.” “Trust me.” I put my hand on my hip after I realized I looked nervous.

I began to pick at the stray limbs and other unrecognizable things that clung to my plastered head of hair.

Was he trying to read my body language like I’d seen done on movies. That’s why we think he’s here.” Detective Hank stared while the other guy started to walk around. “We figured he’d come here to see you since he never really wanted to sign the divorce papers and from what your lawyer told us, this piece of property was done under the table which weren’t in his dealings, so it didn’t get taken away. “I’m very aware that you had nothing to do with his Ponzi scheme, but I’m not so sure you didn’t have anything to do with his escape.” He pulled his sunglasses off his face so smooth, that he looked like one of those cute TV cops.

Beaches, Bungalows & Burglaries by Tonya Kappes