Hello, everyone! I’m C.S. Poe! Today is the final stop of the Southernmost Murder blog tour, here at My Fiction Nook. It’s also release day! So if a standalone mystery-romance starring a historian and FBI agent running around Old Town, Key West sounds like a good read to you, please do pick up a copy.
Aubrey Grant is the property manager of a popular historical home on the island, and the gardens at the house have a number of unique flowers and trees, from orchids to sapodillas to heliconias. There are many different plants in the family of Heliconiaceae, such as, lobster-claws, toucan beak, and false bird-of-paradise— although they are in general, simply called heliconias.
Heliconias can grow up to fifteen feet tall, and are almost entirely pollinated by hummingbirds. They are primarily grown for landscaping and require ample sunlight and water. They are native to tropical locations, and have been naturalized to Florida.
Aubrey Grant lives in the tropical paradise of Old Town, Key West, has a cute cottage, a sweet moped, and a great job managing the historical property of a former sea captain. With his soon-to-be-boyfriend, hotshot FBI agent Jun Tanaka, visiting for a little R&R, not even Aubrey’s narcolepsy can put a damper on their vacation plans.
But a skeleton in a closet of the Smith Family Historical Home throws a wrench into the works. Despite Aubrey and Jun’s attempts to enjoy some time together, the skeleton’s identity drags them into a mystery with origins over a century in the past. They uncover a tale of long-lost treasure, the pirate king it belonged to, and a modern-day murderer who will stop at nothing to find the hidden riches. If a killer on the loose isn’t enough to keep Aubrey out of the mess, it seems even the restless spirit of Captain Smith is warning him away.
The unlikely partnership of a special agent and historian may be exactly what it takes to crack this mystery wide-open and finally put an old Key West tragedy to rest. But while Aubrey tracks down the X that marks the spot, one wrong move could be his last.
There were two windows that overlooked the back porch and lush garden. This section of property was heavily shaded from view. Between the countless sapodillas that surrounded the grounds and the heliconias, nearly as tall as me with their huge leaves, it was next to impossible to peer into the house or inner gardens from the cross street.
And considering someone was bold enough to sneak inside to steal a fucking skeleton in broad daylight, coming via this end would provide cover. The fact that my mystery intruder knew what I’d found, got to the house, and slipped out with the human remains in under twenty minutes was so disturbing, I didn’t want to focus on those details quite yet.
So, the windows.
Besides my housekeeper needing to dust better, the one on the left looked undisturbed and was securely locked. We didn’t open the windows of the Smith Home. There were no screens, Florida bugs were a bitch, but more importantly, the glass was antique. I’d be a very cranky boss if any were carelessly cracked or broken due to someone closing them too roughly.
I moved to the right window and found the sill had a stray bit of paint on it. I scratched at it in annoyance. “Fucking painters….” They’d finished renovating the downstairs walls two weeks ago. Clearly one of them wasn’t liberal enough with the plastic sheets to protect the original wood finishing. I stood on my toes and checked the latch. Another spot of paint, and this time… a broken lock.
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01/04 – MM Good Book Reviews
01/05 – Hearts on Fire
01/08 – Gay Book Reviews
01/09 – My Fiction Nook
About the author:
C.S. Poe is an author of gay mystery, romance, and paranormal books.
She is a reluctant mover and has called many places home in her lifetime. C.S. has lived in New York City, Key West, and Ibaraki, Japan, to name a few. She misses the cleanliness, convenience, and limited-edition gachapon of Japan, but she was never very good at riding bikes to get around.
She has an affinity for all things cute and colorful and a major weakness for toys. C.S. is an avid fan of coffee, reading, and cats. She’s rescued two cats—Milo and Kasper do their best on a daily basis to sidetrack her from work.
C.S. is a member of the International Thriller Writers organization.
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