Honeymoon Homicide

By Jennifer Oberth

After surviving her wedding, Ella Westin is looking forward to a particularly restful honeymoon. What was she thinking?

She is awakened in the middle of the night by her new husband – but it's not what you think.

He wants her to solve a murder.

In a drafty hotel.

In the middle of November.

At 4 a.m.

Can she do it? Or will she add another homicide to her honeymoon?

This is the second story in the Ella Westin Mysteries.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jennifer Oberth
• Release date: Aug 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466027268

Jennifer Oberth

Jennifer Oberth is a sweet, gorgeous, intelligent gal with a great sense of humor. She likes long walks on the beach.Oh, this is an Author Bio? In that case...Ahem,Jennifer Oberth is a sweet, gorgeous, intelligent gal with a great sense of humor. She likes to take long walks on the beach where she thinks up delicious ways to murder people and give them motives, means, opportunities and fake alibis.Don't randomly ask her what she's thinking because she'll tell you. She doesn't want a repeat of that time she was with a group of strangers and she blurted out her frustration at her car. "How on earth am I expected to kill somebody in the woods without being seen when I can't turn off the automatic headlights?"She didn't know why they shrank back and gave her a wide berth the rest of the evening.She didn't know why no one offered advice to get around this tricky annoyance.It's a coincidence she then started writing cozy mysteries set in 1875...Jennifer Oberth (the sweet, gorgeous, intelligent gal with a great sense of humor) has two cats (Copper & Outlaw). When she's not at work, cursing the computer when it doesn't work, she can be found at home, cursing the computer when it doesn't work.

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Honeymoon Homicide

Second in the Ella Westin Mysteries

By Jennifer Oberth

Copyright 2011 by Jennifer Oberth

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Dedication

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To Christine, Mary, Villy & Ann. You gals rock!

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Thank you Mom & Dad.

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Acknowledgements

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Thanks to my editor, Diane Piron-Gelman. Once again, she was a delight to work with.

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Bonus Features

The winning story of the Live Out Loud Blog contest, Honeymoon Mishap, is revealed at the end of the book.

There are also excerpts and other information so please factor them into the page count.

Honeymoon Homicide is 8,383 words.

Honeymoon Homicide

Name: Ella Westin

Date of Incident: November 2, 1827

Location: Heath Hotel, Cape Cod, New England

Mission: None - I'm on honeymoon

Report filed: Private Files

Incident: Murder

I awoke to the gentle sound of a strange man whispering excitedly in my ear. No. Not a strange man. My husband. It'll take time to get used to the sound of that. What? I snapped, shutting my eyes against the harsh glare of the candlelight.

I need you.

I know it's our honeymoon but–

"Shhh! No, no. I need your help."

I refused to open my eyes. What could you possibly have got yourself into in the middle of the night?

He was still whispering. Well, maybe not me. Maybe I need your help to help someone else.

He was purposely being confusing. Your father told me exactly how to get an annulment, I said severely.

She's not her best in the morning.

He said that to someone else.

My eyes popped open. Two men, one older and heavier, stood protectively next to a young woman. All wore thick robes over nightclothes.

He said that to three someone elses.

They stared at me. I felt my cheeks burn with fury. True, I was a little embarrassed but the intent look on my husband's face and the eager, nervous faces of the three intruders in my private hotel room quashed embarrassment. I was furious. Joseph Andrew Westin!

Don't get mad.

Get–

We need to know how to kill someone without leaving a trace.

He certainly knew when to ask the right question. I amend my statement. It was a strange man whispering excitedly in my ear.

"Are you certain the poor sap came to a violent end?"