Coming October 12th!
In Elle B. White's delightful second Finn Family Farm mystery, farmer Charlotte Finn and her sleuthing baby pig are neck-deep in strawberries and crime.
Things are finally growing smoothly on the Finn Family Farm. With the help of caretakers Joe and Alice Wong and farmer Samuel Brown, Charlotte Finn is starting to feel at home at the Santa Barbara County produce farm she inherited. But all is not strawberries and cream: A blight is destroying young berry plants. Worse, another mysterious death is shaking Little Acorn.
The victim is grizzled, cantankerous Linc Pierce, the only farmer in Little Acorn whose strawberry crop was fruitful. Charlotte and her old friend Beau Mason find him hanging from the rafter, an apparent suicide. But a cursory search turns up a half-eaten sandwich. Who eats before he kills himself?
Chief Goodacre suspects foul play. Her prime suspect is Beau, who exchanged words--and worse--with Linc earlier in the day. Meanwhile, Little Acorn's farmers point accusing fingers at one another, recalling Linc's suggestion that someone sabotaged their strawberries. As Charlotte searches for clues to exonerate Beau, she finds something on Linc's workbench not buried in dust. Could this be why Linc's strawberry plants are alive? And, perhaps, why Linc is dead?
Now, if Charlotte and Horse--the farm's baby pig with a bottomless stomach and an insatiable hunger for sleuthing--can't root out the murderer, they, too, may end up dead and berried.
"A country-flavored read with a fresh farm-to-table rural setting and a suspenseful fast-paced plot. Mix in a few additional ingredients, like a charming cast, a crime-solving pig, and a loyal lady bug, and you have the perfect recipe for a fun and lively cozy."
—B. B. Haywood, New York Times bestselling author of the Candy Holliday mysteries
About The Author
I was born in Shaker Heights, Ohio. At 7 my parents moved to Europe. Luckily, they took me with them.
I grew up in Paris, Brussels and finally London. It was there that I made some life-long friends who, in blissful ignorance, encouraged my unique brand of humor.
I went back to the States for college. As a drama major at Vassar, I learned to wear black, smoke cigarettes and pass along nuggets of wisdom in a stage whisper.
After graduation I moved to New York City to become an actress, and took a day job, "just until".
Thus began a successful career in advertising, first in New York and later in Los Angeles. (By then I'd had traded the smoking and wearing black for passion fruit iced tea and Capri pants).
I started an interactive agency in the ‘90s developing web sites, apps and social media.
During a home remodel I was forced to go through some old files and discovered that I had actually been a writer all my life. I found plays, articles, scripts and book ideas. It was time for me to return to "a world of pure imagination".
I live in Southern California where I'm allowed to share a house and pool with my dog, Bardot. Who just happens to be able to dive 10' underwater...