A Dangerous Woman (A Fay Cunningham Mystery-Book 1)

Had I known people I have feelings for were going to start turning up dead, I doubt I would have been so critical of the day. As it turned out, I was unaware of the horrors that awaited me. So the complaining began.

April showers bring May flowers. I would like to add to that catchy phrase, if they don't drown first. The monstrous clouds over central Pennsylvania threatened to hang steady until the last drop of moisture was squeezed from each one. This created growing irritability and restlessness in man and beast.

To prove my point, the Ferguson's terrier got a taste of blood after sinking razor-sharp, petite fangs into my wrist instead of the newspaper I slipped inside the screen door. As I rounded the corner of Front Street and Broadway, the big black tomcat that prowls outside the video store growled and hissed at me from his hunched position beneath a leaky awning.

So as it rained cats and dogs, I, Fay Cunningham, publisher of The Susquehanna Valley Daily, questioned my decision to make a second major lifestyle change within the last year.