Yogi Kate must clear her name of murder in this charming yoga mystery
When Kate Davidson gets an offer to teach yoga classes to wedding guests at the Elysian Springs resort, she jumps at the opportunity, even though it means being forced to endure the wedding ceremony of the center's two caretakers.
Avoiding the M-word turns out to be the least of Kate's problems when a wedding guest is found floating face-down in the resort's hot tub, shortly after a loud, public (and somewhat embarrassing) fight with Kate.
The police pick Kate as their number-one suspect, so she's forced to team up with boyfriend Michael, best friend Rene, and German shepherd sidekick Bella to find the real killer. But they'll have to solve the murder before the police arrest Kate, or her next gig may last a lifetime--behind bars."
Tracy Weber is the author of the award-winning Downward Dog Mysteries series featuring yoga teacher Kate Davidson and her feisty German shepherd, Bella. Her first book, Murder Strikes a Pose won the Maxwell Award for Fiction and was 2015 Agatha award nominee for Best First Novel. The third book in her series, Karma's a Killer, will released January, 2016 by Midnight Ink.
Tracy and her husband live in Seattle with their challenging yet amazing German shepherd Tasha. When she’s not writing, Tracy spends her time teaching yoga, walking Tasha, and sipping Blackthorn cider at her favorite ale house.
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Snippet: Kate and the hot tubs
The final line leaped off the page, searing my eyes. “Parents take note: All of our spa facilities are clothing optional.” I shuddered from the roots of my hair follicles to the tips of my toenails.
“Michael, these are naked hot tubs!” I dropped the offending pamphlet, as if it had scalded my fingertips. “I can’t hang out in some naked hot tub, especially not with future yoga students.” I pointed down at my legs, which appeared to have tripled in size. “Believe me, no one wants to see these thighs naked.”
“Don’t be silly, Kate,” Michael chided. “I love your chunky thighs.”
Was that supposed to be a compliment?
“Besides,” he continued. It’s not a naked hot tub. It’s clothing optional. Wear your swimming suit.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great. Then I’ll be the only puritanical prude covered up in a towel, while everyone else gets their jollies by letting it all hang out.” I shuddered. “Nope. No way. I’ll only be naked with total strangers.”
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