Welcome to the Sunny Side Up Diner,
where the pancakes are fluffy, the bacon is crisp,
and murder should not be on the menu…
A Pinch of Assault
Sunny Side Up Mysteries Book 3
by Misty Simon
Genre: Small Town Cozy Mystery with a dash of Romance
Welcome to the
Sunny Side Up Diner, where the jukeboxes jive and the secrets thrive...
With things at her Sunny Side Up Diner sailing along smoothly for once, Jax
Tapman has turned her attention to her personal life. It’s time to meet the
boyfriend’s mother in person. And while Jax isn't totally certain she’s up to
the challenge, she agrees to show Eliot’s mom around a local retirement home.
It sounds innocent enough, and it shouldn’t be too difficult to sell the woman
on the idea of moving to be closer to her son. But instead of making her case,
when Jax enters the model apartment, she and her potential in-law find one dead
body and a whole lot of secrets!
Suddenly it’s up to Jax to discover who the retirement home killer is—a task
that only gets harder when someone from Eliot's past shows up and might know
far more about the crime than she’s letting on.
The Sunny Side Up Diner is jumping with gossip, Jax and her best friend Dani
are running interference, and Eliot’s mom is calling all the shots. But sorting
out chaos and minimizing damage is something Jax has grown accustomed to, if
she can only get a clue.
"This new series is off to a great start. Misty does an excellent job
showing readers all the details of the small town, the diner, and a cast of
entertaining characters."
~ Kings River Life Magazine
"Readers cannot help but fall in love with this first book!!! Simon has
you laughing out loud... I, for one, look forward to more books in the
series!!!!"
~ Cozy Mystery Book Reviews
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“We’re looking for the model
apartment,” I said. “If you could point us in the right direction?”
“Of course,” said a guy who came up
from behind to join the others. He was wearing a hoodie also emblazoned with
the company logo of a big, branchy oak tree with a smiling face. “Right behind
you.”
I turned around, and sure enough,
when I looked at the sign on the wall to my right, it had a big arrow and the
very helpful words “Model Home” in a polished silver that must have cost a
pretty penny. But for what they charged to live here, that was probably a drop
in the bucket of the money they made on a monthly basis.
“Much appreciated.”
“No problem,” he said, saluting me,
and then he caught up with the others.
“We have our direction now from the
guy who must not realize it’s warm enough to not need a sweatshirt.”
“Not everyone is as hot as you
are,” Eliot said with a chuckle.
“Ha!” I did appreciate that he
thought I was hot, of course, but I was fighting a blush that he’d said it in
front of his mom.
“Nicely done,” Dot said, patting
her son’s arm.
“Let’s carry on.” I cleared my
throat and prepared to make the idea of living here irresistible, or at least
get mother and son to laugh while trying. “Here we have state-of-the-art
facilities and comfort like no other place in the world. The programs and
activities are top of line, too. You will only be bored here if you want, or
actively make an effort to be bored, because we can schedule your every second
before Wheel of Fortune comes on, if you so desire.”
Dot snickered, and even Eliot
laughed at that.
“Please follow me to our version of
paradise.”
I inserted the key into the lock
and twisted, but I didn’t feel any resistance or hear the dead bolt click. I
turned the doorknob anyway, thinking maybe the door was just that well-oiled.
Opening the door into the really
beautiful suite of rooms, I was already half in love with the teal carpet and
the rose-colored walls. The tan furniture they’d chosen to place in the living
room was set off nicely with pastel throw pillows, light wood side tables, and
a coffee table. The sliding glass door to the left let in ample sunlight
without being blinding and bathed the whole area in a golden glow that warmed
the room. The effect was truly lovely.
It was obvious I wasn’t alone in
thinking so either, since Dot was already oohing and ahhing from the doorway.
As she stepped in, I moved out of the way in case she wanted to make a beeline
for the kitchen. The breakfast bar fronting the kitchen was big without being
massive and separated it from the living room while keeping the floor plan open
for entertaining.
I was hoping she’d love the space
as she moved around the end of the bar, but when she stepped into the kitchen,
she drew to an immediate halt and barked at us to call 9-1-1.
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Publishing
Misty Simon always wanted to be a storyteller…preferably
behind a Muppet. Animal was number one, followed closely by Sherlock Hemlock…
Since that dream didn’t come true, she began writing stories to share her world
with readers, one laugh at a time.
Touching people’s hearts and funny bones are two of her
favorite things, and she hopes everyone at least snickers in the right places
when reading her books. She lives with her husband in Central Pennsylvania
where she is hard at work on her next novel or three. She loves to hear from
readers so drop her a line at misty@mistysimon.com.
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