An excited welcome to the Book Blitz for Drawn to Murder by Sarah Vernon!! So excited! A cozy mystery with murder, artists, and more, it sounds right up my alley and I am happy I can promote this book today.
For today’s post I got an excerpt, a giveaway, book/author information~
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Sam Green is a newly minted art school graduate, excited to attend her first artist residency. But the pretty, serene Vermont surroundings soon turn sinister.
After a few months spent looking for the right project, Sam has landed a dream opportunity: three blissful weeks of working at a beautiful artist residency program in remote northern Vermont. But almost as soon as the residency begins, strange things start happening. Eager to settle into her work and make new friends, Sam tries to ignore the vaguely sinister feelings trying to warn her that something is afoot. But when a body is discovered, Sam can’t ignore what’s going on any longer.
If she has any chance of getting out of here – alive – Sam will have to figure out who the killer is.
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About the author:
Sarah Vernon is an author and artist based in Massachusetts, where she writes the Triple-Decker Mystery Series.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.
A plan had been forming in my mind as I’d listened to Jenny’s suspicions. As much as I wanted to know more about the plagiarism story, it seemed like there was one thing at the center of all this. Or rather, a series of things: the missing objects. It wasn’t that I’d deliberately not told Detective Peters about the thefts. He just hadn’t asked. And in fairness, it hadn’t been top of mind when I first found Eliot. But now, I had to ask myself: What are the chances that among ten artists were both a thief and a murderer? I paused, considering the other artists I knew. Okay, so actually it seemed like the chances might be fairly high. But I still couldn’t imagine that two completely unrelated crimes had happened in the same week, among the same small group of people. And with only the one car here, it would’ve been difficult to get all the stolen items out of the house without anyone noticing. Which meant they must still be around here. Somewhere. I knew I couldn’t find Eliot’s killer just by looking around, but I might, just might, be able to find the missing objects.
It was a natural human impulse to look for the meaning in patterns. Right? It’s not that I was morbidly curious about things that other people would want no part of. Or should that be a question? I shook off that last thought as I stubbed out the cigarette, my resolve returning. It was definitely a pattern. And it was definitely natural to want to find out more.