Can there be such a thing as too many men in kilts? Normally Liss MacCrimmon, proprietor of Moosetookalook, Maine-+s one and only Scottish Emporium, would say no. But that-+s before one of them turns out to be murderous-+ The bagpipes are blaring at The Spruces, Moosetookalook-+s finest hotel, reopened just in time to host the Burns Night Supper, an annual celebration of Scotland-+s beloved poet, Robert Burns. In the midst of the long Maine winter, the festivities are just the thing to give the hotel a much needed boost-+and to bring fresh business to Liss-+s shop. But when the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society arrives on the scene, they bring more than a hunger for haggis and a passion for plaid. The quarrelsome group harbors their share of long held grudges, and the animosity only grows as the whiskey flows. Then a fierce blizzard hits, trapping everyone-+angry Scotsmen, hapless hotel staff, and Liss herself-+inside. It-+s a situation with all the makings for mayhem, and sure enough, it isn-+t long before a body is discovered, face down in a storage room, covered in tartan-+and blood. Lucky for Liss, she-+s got some good friends alongside her to help sort out the facts: local police officer Sherri Willett, and Dan Ruskin, the man who-+s got Liss all tied up in Celtic knots. But they-+ll have to work fast, before another body goes as cold as the snowstorm keeping them cooped up with a killer.
The Corpse Wore Tartan
Kensington Publishing Corporation
Liss Maccrimmon Scottish Mysteries