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About Patti Larsen
I'm a multiple award-winning writer with a passion for the voices in my head. With many (many!) titles across many (many!) genres, all in happy publication, there's no end in sight...
That being said, I'm short (permanent), happy (I have the best life ever) and blonde (for ever and ever). I love to talk one on one about the deepest topics and can't seem to stop seeing the big picture. I happily live on Prince Edward Island, Canada, home to Anne of Green Gables and the most beautiful red beaches in the world, with my multiple cats, pug overlord and lady and Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.
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Welcome to the cutest town in America, Reading, VT! Meet Fiona Fleming, her flatulent pug, Petunia, and her sparkly on the outside home town in award-winning Bed and Breakfast and Murder!
Who knew a new job could be murder? Petal Morgan's about to find out in The After Hours Deception!
Retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake is done with mayhem and murder... too bad they aren't done with her! Read more in this paranormal cozy, Dead Even!
The Monday triunity of Maiden/Mother/Crone doesn't include the odd fourth girl, Phoebe--who happens to have a nose for murder! Read all about it in Merry Little Mystic Murder!
What happens when a psychic blogger and debunker comes to town? Murder, that's what! Check out Social Medium!
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My grandmother’s door shouldn’t have felt like I faced a firing squad instead of the rather rude naked man dangling in the center of the black-painted space, urging me to use his impressive and repulsive self to announce my presence with a wriggle of his bronze hips. Why then was I so nervous I hesitated a long moment, hand half-raised, power contained, shuffling my feet on the hardwood floor in front of her suite while debating this idea?
Why does life have to be so complicated? Phoebe's choice to move out of her family's home and find her own way outside the triunity of the Maiden/Mother/Crone collective was meant to be a good thing. Instead, she's juggling an unhappy grandmother and an uncomfortable relationship with Officer Cooper Hudson, all while doing her best to support herself with her art, not the family fortune. But when Phoebe's bestie, Mirabelle, finds herself on the brink of job loss and a murder indictment, her own troubles will have to wait. It's up to the newly independent Monday to find out who the real killer is before her friend falls victim herself.
Why was it fancy Valentine’s Day drinks were always tinted red? Reminded me more of gore and mayhem than anything to do with romance. Which said a lot, I suppose, for my state of mind when it came to relationships and dating.
No bitterness in Fiona Fleming toward the opposite sex or anything.
I sipped carefully at the mimosa the bartender smilingly handed me and shrugged off the sweetness. It had alcohol in it, so I guess it would do. A few of these and I might even find a way to enjoy myself tonight. Yeah, right.
Fiona Fleming would rather be home, at her bed and breakfast with her pug Petunia snuggled up to her while everyone else celebrates Valentine’s Day without her, thank you very much. Instead, she’s been recruited to attend another of Mayor Olivia Walker’s Reading, Vermont tourism promotion events. But when the young majority stakeholder in the White Valley Ski Lodge ends up dead, she’s ready and willing to help Sheriff Crew Turner and her father uncover who killed their victim while a snowstorm cuts them off from the rest of the world.
It was almost as if someone wrapped the room in a cold hand, chill in the air triggering goosebumps on my skin. I caught motion in the corner of my eye, turned in time to see a glowing, ghostly figure float through the pocket door and come to a halt at the far end of the table. This time, rather than a static image, the young man raised both arms, eyes black pits of emptiness, mouth gaping open as he reached for Emelia.
Who screamed and reached back. “Manuel!”
I’d be nominating Sadie for an Oscar for this performance. Right after my terror at this new and utterly believable trick allowed me to breathe.
When the psychic leading the seance she's attending ends up dead, Fee can’t help but feel like her bad luck yet again put her in the wrong place at the wrong time. With Sheriff Crew Turner ordering her to stay out of it or else, her father, retired from the force or not, egging her on and a string of murders begging to be solved, she can either go home and be a good B&B owner or find out whodunit!
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Bed and Breakfast and Murder
Chocolate Hearts and Murder
Fame and Fortune and Murder
The older woman waved with happy enthusiasm from the other side of the restaurant patio’s railing, beaming a smile in my direction as she walked past. I waved back, though I knew my smile had to look strained. Thing was, I had no clue—none in the living world, or the dead one for that matter—who she was. Was there some history I’d failed to recall? I’d only been living on Whitewitch Island for two weeks now. The chances I’d encountered her in my previous life as a Guild Artemis inquisitor fell to the wayside since she didn’t magical in any way.
Thing was, it had been a rather common occurrence since I’d assisted local sheriff Harriet Quinn in solving the cluster of murders—and an older mystery, too. Random residents shared their over-eager greetings, happy to welcome me with smiles and waves and thumbs up while I did my best not to be a weirdo about my returned responses.
Whatever was going on, the attention was starting to make me uncomfortable.
Retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake has had two weeks to settle into her new home, including fourteen delicious days watching adorably attractive handyman, Sam Spencer, work shirtless on a regular basis. While his reluctance to express his affections continue to trouble her, Georgia’s romantic entanglements fall to the wayside when a team of treasure hunters arrives and takes over the sea caves with claims a pirate ship might be hidden there. When one of their number turns up dead, Georgia is again on the hunt for a killer. But is the death tied to the treasure or is there something more nefariously mundane behind it all? Find out in book two of the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!
“Careful, please.” I’d only rarely seen my other friend, Dark Mood, in any state of agitation, their typically calm and quiet nature one of the things I adored about them. So, to witness their anxious concern over the massive painting Pickle and I eased out of the truck bed, their icy blue eyes wide and shining white in contrast to the black liner, mascara and shadow creating an almost bulging effect, their pale cheeks ashen under the layers of ivory powder, full lips pulled into a black slash of a line over a grimace of worry that had me actually near giggles at Dark’s obvious nervousness.
I didn’t find their discomfort amusing, I promise. It was more so the fact the normally stoic and withdrawn, if always kind and caring, artist and owner of the warehouse collective where I lived and painted was showing, for the first time since I’d met them, actual nerves.
When Phoebe’s friend, Dark Mood, is invited to show at a prestigious gallery, she happily assists with a bit of good luck to ensure her anxious companion succeeds. The only trouble is, Phoebe’s resulting bad luck leads her to uncover yet another dead body and puts her front and center in the murder investigation. All while juggling her uncomfortable relationship with Officer Cooper Hudson and the odd darkness lingering around the gallery’s owner Phoebe can’t seem to identify…
Charlotte Easton didn’t seem to notice my growing irritation at yet another wasted two hours watching her fiddle and fidget in the dark blue gown she chose (from a long line of clothing already worn and then discarded), substantial bosom on the verge of bursting from the low-cut satin making me wince as she shifted yet again on the crushed velvet daybed she’d decided (after many other locations had been sampled and rejected) was today’s selection for my fresh torment.
Listen. I’m a patient person for the most part. But sheesh already.
Phoebe Monday’s portrait commission turns to murder when her client’s father turns up dead. The problem with that scenario? He’s been six feet under for over a year already and not even her magic can figure out what made him rise from the grave… welcome to the Phoebe Monday Paranormal Cozies!
I skipped around a small stack of pylons while my deputy cousin unloaded more of the same from the back of the sheriff’s pickup. I beamed at Robert Carlisle, not because I adored him. Quite the opposite. I couldn’t stand the wretched little piece of loathing with his seventies-esque bush of a black mustache or his pompous superiority that he got to be a cop and I didn’t or his growing beer belly and hideous leer he liked to aim at any woman under the age of fifty.
No, I grinned and waved out of sheer delight at his less than enthusiastic expression as he grunted his way through hefting a rather heavy looking barricade onto the sidewalk.
“Exercise is good for you,” I said as I kept going without offering to help.
“Your ass could use some lately, Fanny,” he shot after me.
He did not just call me fat and Fanny in the same sentence.
Fiona Fleming has no intention of getting involved when Mayor Olivia Walker hosts a parade for the celebrity couple whose fame she’s been using to promote their town. But when the local ski lodge can’t accommodate and Willow Pink and Skip Anderson end up staying at Petunia’s, Fee is not only front row center to a murder, she’s trapped in her own bed and breakfast with the suspects when the frenzied media descends on Reading looking for the story of a lifetime.