Cocktails At Sunset
Cocktails at Sunset
Server-not-so extraordinaire and self-described home shopping pro, Jayne Stanford spends much of her tips as a server covering the cost of the glassware she breaks. Luckily, what she lacks in gracefulness, she makes up with her uncanny ability to remember odd details. When her co-worker’s uncle dies suspiciously at Sunset, and his aunt goes missing in search of the truth, Jayne becomes entangled in the lives of the residents. Chaos clings to her like caramel on a sticky bun and her involvement at Sunset brings the crisis to a boil.
The residents are in peril and time is running out. What does the murderer have to gain? Why would someone want to kill seniors? Jayne is determined to find out who it is before another person is shortchanged on golden years. The proof may just be in the pudding.
Menu for Murder
The perfect read for cozy mystery lovers.
A tete-a-tete with the wait staff wasn’t listed on the menu, but that never stopped Mayor Franklin McArthur from ordering ala carte. Jayne Stanford is just one of the many desserts he’s tried to sample. When he turns up dead, after a private party Jayne worked, all the evidence points to Jayne as the murderer. Her life begins to unravel faster than you can say “Order up”.
As clumsy as a cowboy on a three day drunk, Jayne has never been the perfect waitress. But her knack for remembering quirky details about the guests she serves has kept her a few tips away from the unemployment line. Now she has to put those skills to use or wind up spending her days waiting tables in prison.
As Jayne embarks on a hunt for the person who set her up she must rely on her best friend, Bailey, to painstakingly piece together the clues. Who was in the black Hummer? Why would someone want to kill a lecherous old fool like the Mayor? What does the key open? Should Jayne take a chance with her heart and trust, Jonas? The closer she gets to the truth, the more determined the killer is to make Jayne the “Catch of the Day.”
This is a short story that I wrote after being contacted by three old flames from my distant past in the span of one month. I had been trying to find inspiration to write a few short stories and this occurrence was so amusing (and somewhat flattering) that I had to pull from my own real-life experience. The names and situation are completely different from my personal story but I had fun writing it.
To read this short story, send me an email at Lesliekellerbooks@gmail.com and I'll forward a PDF version.
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