Marvey, a small-town librarian, finds a mysterious list of names…and what happens next can’t be a coincidence! Marvey, still adjusting to life in Peach Coast, Georgia, is at a library fundraising event when she comes across a list of four names. One is the name of someone who recently died—and who may have been murdered. Another is Spencer Holt, the handsome newspaper owner who’s become one of Marvey’s best friends. The four people appear to have nothing in common other than living in Peach Coast. Spencer dismisses the list at first, but before long, he has to admit he may be in danger. As Marvey prepares for a visit from her parents, can she, Spencer, and their intrepid librarian friends stop a killer bent on long overdue revenge? Praise for Murder out of Character "...an intrepid heroine who rushes headlong into danger to keep her friends safe, and a happily-ever-after ending make this the prose equivalent of a Hallmark family movie. Lovers of small-town cozies can while away a pleasant afternoon with this one." –Publishers Weekly Murder Out of Character Excerpt “You think this is a hit list.” Spence’s voice was devoid of inflection, but I saw the skepticism in his narrowed midnight gaze. That wasn’t the term I used. In fact, I’d deliberately avoided calling it. “When you put it like that, it sounds crazy.” I popped off one of the living room’s three thick-cushioned copper and dark wood armchairs. “But how else do you explain two people on that list having recently died?” “A tragic coincidence?” Spence tracked my restless movements from a matching chair that faced me. He sounded distracted as though he was trying to reason through this situation. I paused in front of the electric fireplace. It’s sleek, contemporary features included dark tobacco accents on a fresh white finish. Framed photographs across the metal mantel tracked his progression from his undergraduate years at the University of Southern California, his graduate experiences at New York University, to his career as a journalist in Chicago. He also had pictures from his international travels to Canada, Mexico, the Caribbean, and Europe. I turned back to Spence. “Neither of us believes in coincidence.” “But a discarded hit list? That’s a stretch, especially one found after an event that more than seventy people attended.” He continued to study the list. “What assassin writes the names of their targets, then leaves the list behind? Isn’t that information supposed to be secret?” Good point. I tossed him a disgruntled look. How could I protect him if he wouldn’t even consider something was wrong? I took a calming breath. The room smelled of wood and peppermint. Like Spence. “Do you have another explanation for your name being on the same piece of paper as two people whose deaths are now ‘under investigation’ by the sheriff’s department?” I made air quotes with my fingers for “under investigation.” Spence shrugged. “You found this note in the activity room after the event, right?” “Right.” I continued pacing, this time in front of the fake-fire fireplace. “It could be a list of attendees.” All right; I’ll play along. “Seventy-six people came to the kickoff. Why were you, Hank, Nelle, and Brittany signaled out?” “It could be a list of high-profile residents.” “Why isn’t the mayor on the list?” “Maybe it’s a partial list of library donors.” “Again, why only the four of you?” I rubbed my eyes. This game of verbal tennis wasn’t helping my anxiety.