Silver Hills Cozy Mysteries Book 2
Come to Silver Hills. Where petting a cat can be a death sentence and yoga is all about survival.
Silver Hills Senior and Singles Residence isn’t exactly a boring place. Home to a death predicting cat named Tolstoy, a night manager who may or may not suck blood and float above the floor, a cook with mad voodoo and pie baking powers, and a trio of nosy sleuths who are determined to get to the bottom of the corpse in the library (maybe literally)…some might say things couldn’t get any weirder.
Some would be wrong.
Praise for Dose Vidanya
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I read this one straight threw no stopping lol, I just couldn't wait to see what happened next. A good mystery with awesome old ladies you'd wish were your grandma. Quick, funny, and full of twists. Great for all mystery lovers.
Read an Excerpt
“You’re being ridiculous, Flo.”
Florence Bee cast her friend Agnes Willard a withering look. “I’m not going anywhere near that cat. I
know you love him but he’s the Grim Reaper.”
Agnes snorted. “That’s just superstition. Tolstoy cannot predict death.”
The two women peered around the corner again. The huge orange striped cat sat licking his paws in a
ray of sunlight that painted the mauve colored carpet. He stopped suddenly, as if sensing their presence
and lifted his round green gaze in their direction.
Florence jerked backward, dragging Agnes with her. “There are ten dead people who might argue with
you about that.”
Her friend removed Florence’s bony fingers from her shirt. “He’s my cat. I don’t need to hide from him.”
“Yes you do. If he sees you he’ll come over here.”
“And?” Agnes lifted a heavy brown eyebrow and placed her hands on wide hips.
“And I’m not going to find out what happens next. We don’t know if he kills with a look or if he has to sit
Agnes frowned. “Flo, I live with Tolstoy. He looks at me all the time. He sits on my chest when I’m
Flo gasped, grabbing Agnes’s wrist and looking at her watch.
“What are you doing, fool?”
“I’m checking your pulse.”
Agnes yanked her arm away as a door down the hall opened and a familiar voice spoke to Tolstoy.
“Good afternoon, boy.”
Tolstoy yowled a greeting and dove through the stairwell door before it closed.
Florence expelled a breath. “Good. We can go now.”
Shaking her head, Agnes stepped around the corner. She hotfooted it toward Richard Attles, a flirtatious
smile on her wide face. “Richard! Hello.”
Flo rolled her eyes and followed, hoping to avert disaster.
Agnes had been nursing a serious crush on the man since the first day she’d arrived at the residence and
had made a fool of herself more times than Flo could count over it.
The day manager of Silver Hills looked up as Agnes plowed toward him, her broad flank swinging
energetically as she cut the distance between them.
Judging by the widening of the man’s eyes and the way his head swung from side to side looking for an
escape route, Richard Attles was about to do something desperate. When his gaze swung toward the
second floor window at the end of the hall Flo decided aggressive maneuvers were called for. She
pitched sideways with a cry and folded carefully to the ground. As Agnes turned around, Flo grabbed her
Agnes rushed in her direction and Richard Attles saluted Flo as he dove back into the stairwell.
“Are you all right?” Agnes put her big hands under Flo’s arms and hefted her off the ground. Flo gave a
startled chirp as her feet left the carpet. Agnes rarely knew her own strength.
“I’m fine I think. I just twisted my ankle.” She took a step, feigning a limp, and then straightened. “There,
good as new. Let’s go or we’ll be late to the reading.”
Agnes narrowed her gaze at Flo and held her ground. “Just like that, your ankle’s better?”
Flo took off toward the elevator. “I’m a quick healer.” She pressed the Up button and the doors slid
open with a whir. The two women climbed on board and Agnes stabbed a thick digit at the number
“Hold the elevator!”
Agnes pressed Hold and peered around the open door to the young woman running lightly down the
hall toward them, pressing a paperback to her stomach as she ran. The newcomer tugged a strand of
mahogany hair off her face and smiled as she slipped into the elevator. “Thanks, ladies. Are you coming
to the reading?”
Flo nodded. “We are. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I think I’ve figured out who killed Professor Pelt in
the sun room.”
The doors slid shut and Agnes leaned against the wall at her back, eyeing the green-eyed beauty across
from her. “I’m waiting for the sex scene. When are we getting to that, TC?”
Trisha Colombo shook her head. “There’s no sex, Agnes. But there is a sweet romance.”
Agnes grimaced. “You need to write something steamier, TC. I’m getting diabetes from all that
The younger woman’s eyes widened as the doors slid open. “Shhhh! I don’t want Richard to know about
the writing. It’s against my contract to have a second job.”
Agnes frowned. “It’s not like writing a book is a job, TC.”
TC lifted carefully shaped brows. “Have you ever tried it?”
“Agnes can’t even write a grocery list without breaking every grammar rule in the book,” Flo offered.
She peered at her friend. “Besides, if you’re getting diabetes it’s from all those glazed donuts you eat.”
Flo punched Agnes on a beefy arm. It was like a tick hitting a rhinoceros, barely even registering.
Agnes glanced at Flo when she rubbed her fist.
“I hope you hurt yourself.” She gave Flo a mean smile. “Good thing you’re a fast healer.”
“You two are incorrigible,” TC told them. “I hope I’m not going to have to separate you again.”
“If you do,” Flo said while glaring at her friend, “don’t put her near the coffee and cookies. The last time
she ate everything but the ones with raisins.” Flo bunched her face with distaste. “I hate raisins.”
“Raisins are Satan’s boogers,” Agnes agreed.
TC grimaced. “Good Lord.”
“Don’t bring him into this,” Flo said with a grin.
Agnes laughed with her. “Yeah, he had nothing to do with raisins. He’s chocolate all the way.”