AJ Alanson Author

The wedding month at The Admiral Inn has June Faust standing in as bridesmaid, bartender, nurse, and that pianist’s page-turning person just to ensure all the “gettin’ hitched” goes off without a hitch. But even the former Treasury agent, now innkeeper, she can’t fix dead.

Now, one best man won’t be standing up for the groom, but the Wesleys still go through with the wedding. And that’s not her weirdest interaction with the newly-minted couple. Something’s fishy, literally, and her partner, Ramone Delgatto, June’s oldest friend – turned boss – turned lover has turned into the patient from hell as he recovers from a vicious attack by the lighthouse. And that lighthouse isn’t a lighthouse, as it turns out.

June’s finding the quiet heroism of the people around her has its downside. As exhaustion sets in, the leotards chafe and the rash could prove fatal to her business, her community and her new love. And it seems a red cape may have contributed to the death of her young guest as well. As the case of the groomsman’s demise turns cold, wet and slimy, the Wesleys will be checking out soon and all June has found in her official investigation is a queasy feeling.

While her business’s runaway success is running over them all, June must juggle the fallout of a hundred-year-old swindle around the lighthouse, and hold her staff together with duct tape and baling twine, all while tracking down a killer on the loose in Moorewicks Bay. PLUS, she needs to get Ramone’s name off the suspect list.