Death
of the Kona Man
Aloha
Lagoon Mysteries Book 9
by
Catherine Bruns
Genre:
Cozy Mystery
From
USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bruns comes the next deadly
delicious Carrie Jorgenson adventure in paradise...
Carrie
Jorgenson is living the dream in Hawaii. She has a steady job as a
waitress at the Loco Moco Café, a hot new love interest in her
manager, and the curtain’s about to rise on her role in a local
theater production. But when she's asked to deliver food to a guest
at the Aloha Lagoon resort—who then drops dead!—her dreams
quickly become the stuff of nightmares.
World
renowned food critic Randolph Cremshaw has no shortage of enemies.
He's rude, patronizing, and famous for his one-star reviews. After
the coffee Carrie delivers is discovered to have been poisoned, she
and the café quickly rise to the top of the suspects list. A jealous
co-worker, thefts at the restaurant, and a performance that threatens
to blow up in Carrie's face only make things worse. With an already
full plate, Carrie is also forced into making a decision that may
change everything for her. But this all pales in comparison when she
comes face to face with Randolph's killer and what might be the final
curtain call…of her life.
Recipes
included!
**Suggested
to Read Death of the Big Kahuna first!**
**On
sale from Oct 10th
- 17th!**
"Who are you taking that to?" Poncho wanted to know.
"Mr. Cremshaw asked for ketchup."
"I'll bring it out with his coffee," Vivian volunteered. "I want to see him for myself. The man is a legend."
With great effort, I managed not to roll my eyes at her. "Be my guest."
Poncho and I watched through the portholes as Vivian dropped off the ketchup and coffee and made small talk with the food critic for a minute. Randolph's gaze traveled appreciatively down Vivian's lithe figure, and then his beady eyes followed her as she went out on the patio to take an order. Ick.
"Well, at least he seems to like Viv." I wondered how I'd managed to offend the man. We stared in fascination as Randolph dumped ketchup liberally all over his order of Loco Moco and hash browns.
Poncho uttered a moan low in his throat and covered his eyes with one hand. "I cannot stand this. I just cooked food for a man who has the eating habits of Homer Simpson. How is this joker one of the most feared and popular food critics in the world? How can he even attempt to taste the labors of my efforts now?"
Before I could reply, Randolph suddenly dropped the utensils and reached for his glass of water, downing it all in one gulp. Alarmed, I grabbed a nearby water pitcher and rushed over, Poncho at my heels. Randolph's face had gone from its sickly pallor to a bright cherry red.
"More water," he croaked and didn't wait for me to pour him some. He grabbed the pitcher from my hands and started guzzling directly from it.
Poncho's expression was horrified. "Sir, what is wrong with your food?"
Randolph banged the pitcher on the table so hard that we both jumped. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood, towering over my five-foot-four-inch height and glared at the both of us. "You think it's funny to treat a patron like this? Well, you're about to find out how funny it is."
"I do not understand," Poncho said. "What is wrong with the food?"
"Why don't you taste it and see for yourself. And don't forget to add lots of ketchup," Randolph taunted as he shoved his way past both of us and charged out the door that led to the lobby, slamming it hard behind him.
"What was that all about?"
With panic, I recognized Terry's stern voice and turned around. Keanu and his parents were behind the front counter watching us. Perfect timing.
My mouth went dry. "The man said that there was something wrong with his food."
Poncho took a small bite from the Loco Moco and muttered a four-letter expletive under his breath. "This is not ketchup that he put on his food. It is Tabasco sauce."
"Who is he?" Keanu asked. "A guest at the resort? Maybe we can track him down and apologize for the mix-up."
"He just happens to be one of the most acclaimed food critics in the world." Poncho pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
Terry's eyes almost popped out of his head. "Please don't tell me that was Randolph Cremshaw. I heard a rumor this morning that he was staying at the resort."
Poncho nodded, his black eyes large and ominous. "The one and only. We are toast, my friends."
About
Aloha Lagoon:
**Books
can be read in any order and they're from multiple authors!**
There's
trouble in paradise...
Welcome
to Aloha Lagoon, one of Hawaii's hidden treasures. A little bit of
tropical paradise nestled along the coast of Kauai, this resort town
boasts luxurious accommodation, friendly island atmosphere...and only
a slightly higher than normal murder rate. While mysterious
circumstances may be the norm on our corner of the island, we're
certain that our staff and Lagoon natives will make your stay in
Aloha Lagoon one you will never forget! visit us at
www.alohalagoonmysteries.com
The
Aloha Lagoon Mysteries:
Ukulele
Murder (book #1)
Murder
on the Aloha Express (book #2)
Deadly
Wipeout (book #3)
Deadly
Bubbles in the Wine (book #4)
Mele
Kalikimaka Murder (book #5)
Death
of the Big Kahuna (book #6)
Ukulele
Deadly (book #7)
Bikinis
& Bloodshed (book #8)
Death
of the Kona Man (book #9)
Catherine
is the USA Today best selling author of the Cookies & Chance
mysteries. She lives in New York with her very patient husband, three
sons, and assorted cats and dogs. Catherine has a B.A. in English and
is a former newspaper reporter and press release writer. She also
writes the Cindy York and the Aloha Lagoon (Carrie Jorgenson)
mysteries. Her next Cookies & Chance mystery, Silenced by Sugar,
releases in January 2018.
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