February 5, 2021 – mjbreviewers

Death by Intermission (An Abby McCree Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
4th in Series
Publisher: Kensington (January 26, 2021)
Mass Market Paperback: 336 pages
ISBN-10: 1496731255
ISBN-13: 978-1496731258
Digital ASIN: B087Z9CVW8

I’m so excited to be a stop on the blog tour for author Alexis Morgan and her new book Death By Intermission. It is the fourth book in her An Abby McCree Mystery Series.

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Death by Intermission (An Abby McCree Mystery)
by Alexis Morgan

The combination of the murder mystery, the family dynamics, and small town interactions keep the story moving and the reader engaged. Cozy mystery fans will not be disappointed with this one.
~Christa Reads and Writes

I liked the protagonist and her approach to the crime. Dialogue felt realistic. Her motivation for investigating was also believable.
~Mysteries With Character

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Abby McCree spends a summer showing family films under the stars—only to end the season with an unexpected slasher flick . . .

Ushered once again onto another committee by the mayor of Snowberry Creek, Washington, Abby is tasked with keeping the box office receipts of the town’s Movies in the Park nights. Cut to the director’s chair from where she’s suddenly organizing the summer’s last feature. From the opening scene through the final credits, Abby feels she’s earned nominations for best volunteer, best movie date with her tenant Tripp Blackston—and best daughter for ignoring her mother Phoebe’s own movie date with Owen Quinn.

Unfortunately, Abby and the others are treated to a post-credits scene: the body of local insurance agent Mitchell Anders. This discovery is followed by a plot twist revealing that the murder weapon comes from Owen’s food truck. With her mother’s boyfriend suspected of murder, Abby starts her own investigation determined to shine a spotlight on the real killer . . .

CHAPTER 1

Before Abby could stop her, Phoebe called out, “Hey, mister, the movie is over. Time to go home.”

When he didn’t respond, she tried again, this time a little louder. “Sorry to bother you, sir, but the park is closing. You need to pack up your stuff and head out.”

She glanced in Abby’s direction before creeping forward several careful steps to stand beside the still motionless man. Abby kept the flashlight aimed in their direction as Phoebe reached out to shake his shoulder. “Mister, it’s time to head—”

Then she jerked her hand back. “What the heck?”

Abby hurried forward. “What’s wrong, Mom?”

Her mom grimaced. “Sorry to startle you. I wasn’t expecting his shirt to be wet.”

Abby looked around. “How would it have gotten wet? It hasn’t rained tonight. Did he spill one of his beers?”

“Maybe, but regardless his whole shirt is soaked.”

She had stepped back as if unsure what to do next.

When she started to give his shoulder another shake, Abby stopped her. Her instincts were screaming that it was well past time to call in reinforcements.

“Mom, wait a minute. I need to call Tripp.”

For some reason, that only increased her mother’s determination to get the job done herself. “Nonsense. We can handle the situation ourselves. He’s just a sound sleeper.”

When Phoebe started to give his shoulder another shake, Abby followed the motion with the flashlight. As soon as the beam hit her mother’s hand, she almost screamed, “Stop, Mom! Look at your hand!”

Phoebe froze in midmotion. “What about it?”

Then she looked at it herself. The palm of the blue glove was covered in dark red streaks. “Good lord, is that . . . is that what I think it is?”

The note of hysteria in her voice snapped Abby out of her own growing panic. “Stand back, Mom. Let me check him.”

She stepped over a couple of tree roots to stand on the other side of the man’s chair. Shining the flashlight directly on him, she pressed her gloved fingers against the side of his neck and prayed she’d feel the steady thump of his pulse. No such luck.

“Mom, you need to step away while I make some calls.”

It was hard to tell if her mother had yet grasped the truth about the situation. At least she immediately retreated to the edge of the woods. From there, she watched as Abby pulled out her cell phone. “Are you calling Tripp?”

Abby nodded. “Him, too, but I need to talk to Gage Logan first.”

That clearly surprised her mom. “The police chief? Why him?”

Seriously? Could she not connect the dots for herself?

Turning her back on the man in the chair, Abby met her mother’s gaze head-on. There was no use in sugarcoating the situation, especially when things were likely to get a lot worse before they got any better.

Wishing she had a more palatable explanation for the necessity of dragging Gage back to the park, she said, “I’m sorry, Mom, but calling the cops is the first thing you do when you find a dead body. Unfortunately, I’ve had some experience with this kind of thing.”

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Alexis Morgan is the USA Today bestselling author of over forty-five novels, novellas, and short stories that span a variety of genres: American West historicals (as Pat Pritchard); paranormal and fantasy romances; contemporary romances; and cozy mysteries. A RITA® Award-finalist, Alexis Morgan is a member of RWA and Sisters in Crime. She lives in Washington State and can be found online at AlexisMorgan.com.

Author Links –

Website – http://www.alexismorgan.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AMorganAuthor
Twitter – https://twitter.com/Alexis_Morgan
Blog – http://www.alexismorgan.com/snowberry/index.html