Title
You Can Leave Your Hat on
Author
Deanndra Hall
Genre
Cozy Mystery/Murder Mystery
Release Date
February 17, 2025
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Another vision. Another crime. And the millions behind it.
Reluctant and (unfortunately) well-known psychic Maisey Friedman is in dire need of a break—a little rest and relaxation. Going on a girls' trips for the weekend will help her decompress and forget all the turmoil she's been embroiled in. After all, fancy dresses, Derby hats, and mint juleps with her friends can cure the blues.
But when she mistakenly places the wrong flowy hat on her head, Maisey regrets all of her weekend frivolity. Seeing a middle school teacher being thrown from a bridge to her death catapults Maisey and her husband, Aaron, into yet another murder investigation. This time, the key players just might be a little too powerful for Maisey and Aaron. A well-connected and corrupt murderer is one enemy the Friedmans don't want to tangle with.
Can they find justice for the innocent teacher before time runs out?
The next instant, she was lying on the pavement, staring up at the sky, with Cherilyn on one side of her and Carly on the other. “Maisey? Maisey! Are you okay? Hey, Maisey, honey, are you all right?” Carly was yelling, as though Maisey were deaf.
“You don’t have to scream. I can hear you,” Maisey whispered, groggy. She lay there for a minute before she managed to say, “Oh, no.”
“Oh no what? Are you sick and didn’t tell us?” Cherilyn barked.
“No. It’s happening again.” How, she wasn’t sure, but it was.
“What’s happening?” Carly asked.
“I saw … somebody. And something. But I don’t understand. I bought this hat new. It shouldn’t …” When she’d struggled to sitting, she picked up the hat, and her heart fell into her shoes. “Oh, shit.”
“What?” Cherilyn demanded.
“This isn’t my hat. I picked up somebody else’s hat. It’s not mine. See? It’s got a really, really narrow ribbon for a band. Mine had a wide grosgrain ribbon. Shit, shit, shit. This is somebody else’s hat, and somebody died while they were wearing it.”
Carly planted her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I were.” Maisey struggled to stand, so Cherilyn and Carly helped her.
Deanndra Hall is a working author living in the far western end of the beautiful Bluegrass State with her husband of over 35 years and small menagerie of weird little dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s editing. When she’s doing neither of those two things, she’s having dinner with friends, spending time with family, kayaking, eating chocolate, drinking beer or moonshine, or looking for something that she put in the wrong place and can’t seem to find (which is pretty much everything she owns).
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Title: You Can Leave Your Hat on
Author: Deanndra Hall
Genre: Cozy Mystery/Murder Mystery
Release Date:February 17, 2025
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Another vision. Another crime. And the millions behind it.
Reluctant and (unfortunately) well-known psychic Maisey Friedman is in dire need of a break—a little rest and relaxation. Going on a girls' trips for the weekend will help her decompress and forget all the turmoil she's been embroiled in. After all, fancy dresses, Derby hats, and mint juleps with her friends can cure the blues.
But when she mistakenly places the wrong flowy hat on her head, Maisey regrets all of her weekend frivolity. Seeing a middle school teacher being thrown from a bridge to her death catapults Maisey and her husband, Aaron, into yet another murder investigation. This time, the key players just might be a little too powerful for Maisey and Aaron. A well-connected and corrupt murderer is one enemy the Friedmans don't want to tangle with. Can they find justice for the innocent teacher before time runs out?
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The next instant, she was lying on the pavement, staring up at the sky, with Cherilyn on one side of her and Carly on the other. “Maisey? Maisey! Are you okay? Hey, Maisey, honey, are you all right?” Carly was yelling, as though Maisey were deaf.
“You don’t have to scream. I can hear you,” Maisey whispered, groggy. She lay there for a minute before she managed to say, “Oh, no.”
“Oh no what? Are you sick and didn’t tell us?” Cherilyn barked.
“No. It’s happening again.” How, she wasn’t sure, but it was.
“What’s happening?” Carly asked.
“I saw … somebody. And something. But I don’t understand. I bought this hat new. It shouldn’t …” When she’d struggled to sitting, she picked up the hat, and her heart fell into her shoes. “Oh, shit.”
“What?” Cherilyn demanded.
“This isn’t my hat. I picked up somebody else’s hat. It’s not mine. See? It’s got a really, really narrow ribbon for a band. Mine had a wide grosgrain ribbon. Shit, shit, shit. This is somebody else’s hat, and somebody died while they were wearing it.”
Carly planted her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I were.” Maisey struggled to stand, so Cherilyn and Carly helped her.
Deanndra Hall is a working author living in the far western end of the beautiful Bluegrass State with her husband of over 35 years and small menagerie of weird little dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s editing. When she’s doing neither of those two things, she’s having dinner with friends, spending time with family, kayaking, eating chocolate, drinking beer or moonshine, or looking for something that she put in the wrong place and can’t seem to find (which is pretty much everything she owns).
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