Friendship Harbor Mysteries

Liquor, lies, and llamas in a town called Friendship Harbor...

Out-of-work actress Sophie LaFleur is ready for a scene change. When she discovers she’s inherited both a house and pub in quaint Friendship Harbor, Maine, she’s thrilled.

This is exactly what she needs— fresh start, fresh air and fresh faces. What she doesn’t need is a trouble causing llama named Jack Kerouac or a hunky, disinterested pub manager who just so happens to live in her guesthouse.

Just when you think it can’t possibly get worse, it does. Two words. Dead. Guy.

Now the new girl in town is public enemy number #2. The honor of #1 currently belongs to her inherited ornery llama, which just so happens to be the suspect in the death of a well loved, elderly man.
Except Sophie quickly learns he isn’t as well loved as she first thought. She also suspects that his death might not have been at the foot of her cantankerous llama. Sophie didn’t leave the theatrics of L.A. just to be caught up in llama drama... or a murder investigation.

As ex-actress Sophie LaFleur settles into her new role as pub owner, her past gig as an amateur sleuth keeps sneaking into her current reality. Local gossip and a cryptic message have her on a new case and this time, it's personal. Rumor has it her grammy killed none other than Sophie’s grandfather back in the eighties.

That’s a plot twist straight out of Hollywood.

But this murder isn’t scripted.

Nor is the dead body in the wall of her guesthouse.

Which results in her difficult and oh-so gorgeous bar manager staying with her and Jack Kerouac, her often pesky but loveable llama. With a list of suspects reading like a casting call for reality TV, Sophie has to pick through all the lies and secrets in Friendship Harbor.

Who could imagine moving to a small town in Maine could be filled with so much evidence of murder? And this time, the mystery is a family affair...

Missing: One 350lb llama. White, loves peppermint candies and answers to the name Jack Kerouac.

When Sophie LaFleur left Hollywood and her acting career for the quaint, coastal town of Friendship Harbor, Maine, she expected ocean breezes, friendly neighbors and a relaxing way of life. What she didn’t expect was the theft of her beloved, pet llama--but then again, she never expected quite so much murder either. And L.A. was supposed to be dangerous.

Fortunately, her llama is found alive and well–stolen by a competitive 4-H Club mom, who wants her daughter to win a blue ribbon in the local fair’s animal competitions. But Sophie soon discovers its a world with a dark underbelly, full of stolen farm animals, pay offs and even murder.

And when she stumbles upon a body, the victim apparently killed in the pursuit of a coveted college scholarship, she realizes she is up to her neck in more than manure. She’s got a murderer on the loose.

And they say acting is competitive.

It’s time to deck the halls! The holidays have arrived in Friendship Harbor, Maine and pub owner Sophie LaFleur is eager for the extra tourism money to save her struggling business. With her pet llama the star of the school Christmas pageant, Fleece Navidad, and a pub holiday party in the works, it’s going to be a holiday to remember.

Especially when the out-of-town choral vocalist staying in Sophie’s guesthouse is found dead. She’s hit her last high note, and now it's up to Sophie to solve her murder while ensuring everyone in town is having a holly jolly good time.

You know what they say...when it rains, it pours. But in Friendship Harbor, Maine, when it snows, it blizzards, and when there’s a white-out, anything can happen… even murder.

Sophie is thrilled her life is going so well. Her pub is (mostly) financially secure. She’s dating her hunky pub manager. Her best friend, Oliver, is visiting from California and she’s rented out her macabre guesthouse to a group of skiers on holiday. She’s even handling the cold weather with aplomb.

That is, until they are hit by an unexpectedly bad Nor’ Easter. Three feet of snow overnight is no joke. Now, the skiers, along with most of her staff, are stuck at Steamys pub. Sophie is creative, so she’s confident she can make the most of a bad situation. Charades, anyone? Then one of the skiers is found dead, frozen outside her llama, Jack’s, barn.

Accidents happen, right? Except this doesn’t exactly look like an accident. And now everyone trapped at Steamy’s could be a suspect. Or the next victim...

Spring has sprung in Friendship Harbor and love is in the air… along with murder.

Sophie LaFleur’s plan for a charity bachelor/bachelorette auction seems like a perfect way to celebrate spring. Blossoming flowers, blossoming love—it was going to be a magical event to usher in spring and forget about both a recent slaying in her beloved Steamy’s pub, and her own failed romance with her pub manager.

Even Jack, her pet llama, seems excited to participate in the auction. All the bids are rolling in and the event is a success. That is, until Sophie discovers a dead body in her lilac bushes. That tends to put a damper on new romance… and her flower garden.

Now, she’s not only matchmaking, she’s solving a murder. Except how do you figure out who the murderer is when no one seems to have a clear motive? Time to dust off Sophie’s sleuthing shoes and uncover all of the town secrets.

Unlike with a Friendship Harbor spring rain, you can’t wash all the dirt away…

Tea, tarot, and murder...laissez le bon temps rouler!

Emerson Evans does not believe in the paranormal. So, that makes working at a voodoo shop in the French Quarter an unexpected job choice. But as a psych major, the shop’s patrons certainly offer endless opportunities for case studies.

When she meets a man who claims to be Baron Samedi, a voodoo god, (talk about research material) his crazy doesn’t end at his bizarre identity crisis. He tells her one of the shop's regulars, who recently died, refuses to cross over to the afterworld until Emerson solves her murder. Delusional, anyone? And why her? But Emerson is curious. Soon, she does learn that the woman’s death is a little suspicious. Maybe she really was murdered.

Emerson might not believe in the paranormal, but she does suspect there could be a murderer in their midst. And apparently it is up to her (and a crazy guy who thinks he's a god--and her canine sidekick) to find out hoodone it.