Blueberry Pie Murder: Spring Grove Mystery Series, #3

By Sasha Mckenzie

Blueberry Pie Murder is the 3rd Book in the Spring Grove Mystery Series. Don't miss out on this fun, exciting, lighthearted mystery as Polly and Cindy solve another mystery in town. Will Polly fall for the hot attractive guy, Gavin, or will Gavin fall for Polly? Find out, Read now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sasha McKenzie
• Release date: Jul 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223761440

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BLUEBERRY PIE MURDER

Spring Grove Mystery Series; Book 3

By

Sasha McKenzie

Copyright 2023

CHAPTER 1

Looking up, I gazed into the eyes of a hot, attractive fellow straddling me. I reached up with my hand and caressed Gavin's strong, muscular arm. This gorgeous fellow wore a white tee-shirt that showed off his upper body and pec muscles, oh so, magnificently. I noticed Gavin's denim jeans clung nicely to his tight buns which made his behind something I couldn't tear my eyes away from. All I imagined doing right now was to squeeze and massage his firm buttocks, with pleasure. Gavin lowered his head toward my chest which caused my heart to beat even harder. As I puckered up my lips getting ready to kiss him on the side of his cheek, I felt his ear brush the top button on my cashmere sweater and his soft, brown hair tickled my neck as he listened to my heartbeat. Odd, I thought to myself. Maybe it's a new love technique I've never seen done before. Oh well, whatever it was, I enjoyed it.

As I continued to enjoy myself, I looked up again but this time I saw a blurry figure that stared down at Gavin and me. Everything became fuzzier as time went on and it became difficult to make out anything but I did happen to catch a glimpse of the figure. I recognized that smiling face that stared down at me; it was my best friend, Cindy. What? I was bit confused. Why in the world is Cindy here with me and this hot guy? Oh, no! It's not what I think it is. Is it? Noooo, couldn't be that! 

Next, I rubbed my eyes to take away the blurriness but that didn't help one bit at all. Then things began to slowly take a turn for the worse. I not only saw Cindy, I saw a large crowd of blurry figures gathered around me and gawking. What? Oh, No! What was going on here? Each fuzzy figure, there after, became more recognizable as time went on. I saw Mr. Harwick, who still had a gleam in his eyes from earlier in the day. Right behind Cindy stood Sheriff Gopher who stuffed his face with my delicious pies. I also caught a glimpse of Mrs. Boscove sippin' on her coffee.

Then, Gavin, who now was only a blur to me, sprinkled some water on my face and laid a cold, wet cloth on my forehead. He also pulled my droopy lids open and shined a penlight into them. I heard him say, Looks okay. 

My eyes slowly fluttered open after the cold, wet cloth hit my forehead. The coldness from the rag caused a rush of adrenaline to flow through my veins just like the rush after drinking a Red-Bull energy drink. The blurry, attractive fellow continued to listen to my heart. He placed his ear against my chest again and my heart did several more flip-flops. Sounds fine! Gavin exclaimed to the crowd.

Am I dreaming or what? Instead of puckering up and giving loving kisses like I intended, I decided to pinch and poke at the attractive fellow for several seconds to see if he was real or not.

I heard a sexy, deep voice say, Polly, what are you doing? Stop that! That hurts. Just relax for me.

Next, I pinched my forearm. Ouch! I cried out. Then it hit me with full force. I realized, Oh my Gawd! I wasn't dreaming. Out of embarrassment, I jumped up from my shop's hard, cold floor and ran into our back kitchen area anxiety-ridden, red as a beet, I imagined, and shrieked the whole way there. 

As I evacuated the scene making my way through the crowd, I overheard Gavin say, She passed with flying colors. I think she will be fine after that tumble to the ground.

Cindy guffawed and