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The 10th book in The Admiral Inn Series, A Wolf in the Cove, is on the loose! December 2025
Come hell or high water—both occurring only weeks before as a hurricane crawled up the coast of Maine—June Faust has already resolved to get to the bottom of the mysterious boat pushed up in her cove by the storm when she agrees to board a witness for Detective Bonnet. Seems this stranger walked right into Moorewicks Bay PD—on four legs—and turned himself in. With no ID and taking the 5th, his unrelenting stares plead for justice while his nose leads investigators to two crime scenes: one deep in the woods and all‑too‑fresh, and the other a century old and under water.
Meanwhile, discoveries at The Admiral Inn over the last ten months have brought out hordes of looky‑loos and treasure hunters, but nothing compares to the siren song of a sunken ship. Divers identify the wreck as The Myrtle, a long‑lost‑at‑sea local fishing boat, but a cargo of French wine plus bullets lodged in the cabin’s walls don’t add up. Something’s fishy, and June suspects the rotting boat in her cove is about to make even bigger waves above the water. While news of a shipwreck fills her inn and restaurant to capacity, she can’t deny the dogged stares of those soft, brown eyes seemingly desperate to tell her…something.
The last two books in this series are scheduled for release in 2026 as well as other exciting projects under development. Check in on my *Under Construction* page to see what’s up and feel free to follow along with live updates on the book developments you’re watching.
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