Once a struggling town, Stoneham, New Hampshire is now enjoying a renaissance--thanks to booksellers like Tricia Miles, proprietor of Haven’t Got a Clue. It’s a great place to find a good mystery to read--or to solve ….

To celebrate her bookstore’s anniversary, Tricia Miles hosts a book signing for bestselling author Zoë Carter. But the event takes a terrible turn when the author is found dead in the washroom. Before long, both police and reporters are demanding the real story. So far, the author’s obnoxious assistant/niece is the only suspect. And with a sheriff who provides more obstacles than answers, Tricia will have to take matters into her own hands--and read between the lines to solve this mystery….

EXCERPT

Tricia passed the last of the bookshelves and felt a draft. Bypassing the washroom, she hurried to the back of the shop, noticing the rear door, which was always locked except for deliveries, was open a crack. Thank goodness her cat, Miss Marple, had been banished to her loft apartment during the signing. If she’d gotten out . . .

Tricia quickly closed the door and threw the deadbolt. Shoplifters had used the back exit for an escape route before, but the security system should have alerted her when the door was opened during business hours. It wasn’t likely Ginny or Mr. Everett had circumvented the system, but whenever Angelica was around, unusual things seemed to occur.

Remembering why she’d come to the back of the store, Tricia stepped over to the closed washroom door. The little sign on it said OCCUPIED. She bent close and listened.

No sound.

She knocked.

“Zoë? Is everything all right in there?”

No answer.

Tricia leaned in closer, listening harder.

Still no sound.

Ginny approached. “Anything wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Tricia said. She rested her hand on the door handle. It turned. Since the room was tiny, the door opened out.

Tricia’s breath caught in her throat and she backed away, bumping into the wall behind her.