I invited Christina Burke to my blog recently to introduce the first book in the Danger Cove Mystery series. Today, Sibel Hodge is here to talk about the second book in the series.
Thanks for featuring me on your blog today, Gin! I’m super excited with the release of the new multi-author Danger Cove Mystery Series. It’s been great fun to collaborate with Gemma Halliday and all the authors involved in this project.
My main character, Hope Foster, is a self-confessed nature lover with a passion for animals. After extensively travelling Australia, Asia, and India, Hope stumbled upon Danger Cove by accident when she met town resident and International Yoga Guru Ruby Fontaine at a yoga retreat in India (although Hope would say that was fate working its magic!). A year later, Hope’s travelling bug had worked its way out of her system and, wanting to finally put down roots somewhere, she headed for the place Ruby told her was, “a little piece of magic on earth!”
Hope now works at the Smugglers’ Tavern, where she gently bullies the customers into trying the healthy eating menu options. In her spare time, she loves hiking, swimming, and yoga. She has a three-legged cat called Zen and a kitten called Karma, who both padded into her life unexpectedly on the day she arrived in town. Her motto is: “There’s always a back-up plan. Even when nothing is going the way you want it to, a plan B will always show itself if you just trust things will work out right in the end”. But Hope’s trust is tested when she finds herself slap bang in the middle of a murder case!
About Murder and Mai Tais:
Murder is on the menu, and someone’s about to get served.
Hope Foster’s motto is to let fate lead you—which it did in her case right to the quiet town of Danger Cove. But when the owner of the Smugglers’ Tavern, where Hope tends bar, is murdered, suddenly fate puts Hope squarely in the role of “prime suspect” in her employer’s murder. Not only is she the last one to see him alive, but a new will also reveals that her employer left his whole estate to Hope instead of his ungrateful daughter Elise and nephew Carter.
With the local police convinced Hope is a manipulative “Black Widow” killer, Hope’s peaceful life in Danger Cove is about to turn into a white water ride. Along with a sexy underwater archaeologist from England, in town searching for a lost shipwreck, an international yoga guru, and a reformed alcoholic patron, Hope sets out to prove her innocence.
But can Team Hope catch the real killer before she trades in her bartending apron for an orange prison jumpsuit?
Opening scene from Murder and Mai Tais:
When I was nine, I swore I’d never set foot in a bar. Having an alcoholic for a mother was enough to put me off drink for life. But I’ve learned a few things in the twenty-one years since I made that promise to myself. One: I’m not like my mom. At all. Which is kind of lucky, I guess, considering I’m now working as a bartender. Two: never say never. And three: there’s always a backup plan. Even when nothing’s going the way you want it to, a plan B will always show itself if you just trust things will work out right in the end. Who was I to argue with the plan B that the Universe had picked out for me?
It’s all about the journey, you see. And what a journey I’d been on for the last twelve years traveling the world.
I stumbled into Danger Cove by accident. Although, no, that’s not quite right. It was the Universe again. Fate. Karma. Whatever you want to call it. I was in India, staying at a yoga retreat, working at the center to earn enough for my room and board, and learning the art of yoga and meditation at the same time. During the second week I was there, Ruby Fournier, international yoga guru, arrived to teach some of the classes. I didn’t know who she was at first. I didn’t follow new trends, and I was sometimes in such remote places of the world that there wasn’t even a TV or newspaper service, let alone an Internet connection.
I liked Ruby immediately, and we had a special connection from day one. If I could have handpicked my mom, she would’ve been it. No contest. It was Ruby who told me about Danger Cove, where she lived. Not far from Seattle, Danger Cove was a quaint and pretty coastal town. It had plenty to keep both the locals and tourists happy—stretches of golden sandy beaches nestled between areas of spectacular jagged coastline, mom-and-pop stores, and tourist-orientated specialty shops, along with plenty of bookstores, cafés, and boutiques. The harbor was home to an array of seafood restaurants, diving stores, and, of course, plenty of boats. Ruby described it to me as “a little piece of magic on earth.” So with my twenty-ninth birthday approaching, and a growing ache inside to actually find somewhere to call home and put down roots for once in my life, I knew fate was telling me exactly where I had to go.