A Dark and Cozy Night

You need to write, I told the newbie writers at the writer's conference. Unused gifts turn to poison.

What I didn't tell them was that I was currently drinking that poison myself.

Liz Hicks is a mystery writer whose husband, Jack, died a year ago during a motorcycle accident on a rainy, winding mountain road.

One of the first things she did after the funeral was investigate his death.

She already had a working knowledge of how to kill people: poisons, sniper rifles, drug overdoses, locked rooms, improvised weapons, and, most importantly, how to get away with it.

Flashy deaths, interesting methods, exotic motivations.

Jack's death, on the other hand, hadn't been the least bit suspicious. Just an ordinary accident.

But still. She has to know.

Why does Jack's death feel like it wasn't an accident?

Six months past Liz's...