This thieving sidekick will steal your heart...
Kill One Purl Two is now available! And big news for Haunted Housekeeping fans!
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KILL ONE PURL TWO is now available on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited. Rumple the raccoon was pretty tame in the first book, DROP STITCH THAT SNITCH.
But living with a talking raccoon is such a treat. Although I only ever wrote about it from a fictional standpoint, it made me wish I had one of my own!
(Please don’t tell my dogs I said that.)
Imagine having a tiny, wild creature who chooses you as their person. It’s an insta-friend who enjoys all the foods you love, wants to binge your favorite television shows, and feels like someone who just found you through a family DNA test.
If you liked Rumple in the first book, then you’re sure to love him in the second one. Keep reading for an exclusive excerpt!
Kill One Purl Two Exclusive Excerpt
The knock on the door made Rumple’s entire body go rigid. He chittered, a rapid, anxious noise he made when he was startled. Without hesitation, he abandoned the last bite of his biscotti, scrambled off the couch, and bolted for his cat tree. He climbed with surprising speed for a raccoon, settled himself into the hammock, and curled into a tight ball.
I went to answer the door.
Detective Rutledge stood on my porch, still in his work clothes, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration.
“You didn’t respond to any of my calls or texts, Matilda,” he said without preamble.
“I had my phone on silent,” I replied, feeling oddly caught, as if I’d done something wrong by not hearing it ring. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Tell me something else hasn’t happened to the shop.”
“Everything’s fine, but Matilda, there’s a thief on the loose. You need to keep your phone alerts on so you can hear if something happens, no matter where you are. At the shop, at home, anywhere.” His tone wasn’t angry. It was definitely stern, though, and carried the weight of a first responder who’d seen too many preventable situations turn into emergencies.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll keep the volume on from now on,” I promised.
Rutledge nodded, satisfied, but then his gaze shifted over my shoulder. His eyes went wide.
“Is your raccoon...” He paused, as if he needed to see it again to believe it. “...knitting?”
I didn’t need to turn around because I knew exactly what he was seeing. Rumple, perched in his cat tree hammock, had apparently decided that anxiety was best managed with fiber arts. He had small needles in his paws and a ball of gray yarn at his feet. Despite his nervous posture, he was working through a row with surprising focus.
“For goodness sake, Rutledge, don’t tell me you’ve never seen a raccoon knit before.” I crossed my arms over my chest, fighting a smile. “They’re quite good with their hands. You should see him eat ramen noodles with chopsticks.”
“I never know if you’re being serious.” He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes still fixed on Rumple. “But someday, I’m going to invite myself over to see it for myself.”
“What if I don’t have enough food for three people, detective?”
Rutledge laughed—a genuine, warm sound that made my chest feel lighter. “Matilda, I’ll spring for a couple of twenty-cent packs of ramen. Never let it be said I don’t pull my own weight.”
I straightened my shoulders, unable to resist. “I’ll have you know that we get the thirty-five-cent packs from the Piggly Wiggly. They have more flavor and less sodium. And by the way, can we keep Rumple’s knitting habit just between us, for now?” It felt weird asking, but I wanted to protect my rescued raccoon.
“Don’t worry. If I told anyone about this and word got back to the brass, they’d have me committed.” He chuckled, then smiled at me.
We stood in the doorway for a moment. The evening had turned cooler, and I could see goosebumps rising on my arms.
“Keep your phone on,” Rutledge said finally, his voice softening. “And have a good night, okay?”
“I will. Stay safe, Rutledge.”
He nodded and headed back to his car. I quietly shut the door behind him and locked it.
From his perch in the cat tree, Rumple belted out, “And I will always love you!” dragging out the syllables in an off-key but enthusiastic rendition that I was pretty sure came from his late-night television binges.
Surprise! The Fluffed and Folded Phantom Is Coming Soon!
Thank you to everyone who has asked for more of this series. I’ve heard you loud and clear. The characters tell me their story isn’t over yet. There are two books to go, the next being The Fluffed and Folded Phantom, which will release on June 6th.
Keep reading to learn more!
Hazel and I have finally escaped the housekeeping business. We've put aside our toilet brushes for a new gig—The Salty Sirens, two best friends who cleanse homes of negative energy. No rubber gloves required.
Life is good. I'm engaged to my hunky Irishman, Rune, and we've finally moved in together. What could go wrong? That's what I thought until a moving truck pulled up across the street and men started carrying my mother's belongings into the house directly across from mine.
But Mom didn't just buy a house. She also bought the town laundromat, which she's convinced is haunted. When the laundromat's most difficult customer turns up dead in a commercial dryer, folded like a fitted sheet, Mom's new business becomes a crime scene.
And thanks to a very public argument with the victim, guess who the prime suspect is? That's right. Me. As if solving a murder wasn't enough, Mom's new hairdresser friend gives me the creeps, Hazel's boyfriend is acting strangely secretive, and Rune's sweet whispers have turned to mewling—the feline kind.
Can I clear my name, save my mother's business, and figure out why my fiancé is coughing up hairballs—before it's too late?
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My goodness! Such a fun story! (and another fun one on the way!)
what a fun character!