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Description:Rosefield has moose, a ski resort, and new this season, murder. Come for a visit. Bring your buds.Looking for an alpine vacation? Or do you long for the rural life where cows number greater than folks? Nestled amongst the Green Mountains of northern Vermont, Rosefield is the perfect setting to escape your problems and enjoy a cozy mystery. Within these borders, you’ll encounter over a hundred color illustrations to enhance your respite.Maybe you’ll meet one of the locals. You might share a chair with Joey Rogers, skier extraordinaire and self-proclaimed hero of this small town. Or spot Happy Smith slicing through the glades on his snowboard—as long as it isn’t Grandma Day. Enjoy an après ski at the Bent Pole, and you’ll receive impeccable service from the best bartender in town, Jane Reech. And who knows? Maybe you’ll help Sheriff Peggy McStoots figure out whodunit.You might even meet Rodney Buric II, the man responsible for the resort’s latest rebrand. Because who wants a mountain without an extra thrill? Sure, you’ve been to resorts with their fancy villages and high-speed quads. But have you ever experienced a . . . Murder Mountain?Murder Mountain is the first in the Rosefield Series, with its sequel, Day Trip to Jay Peak, coming soon.Here's an excerpt of Jane Reech tending Rosefield Resort's bar, the Bent Plenty of unfamiliar faces stopped in as well. Flatties upon flatties, which should’ve added dimension, but . . . nopers. Had the rebrand brought them to Rosefield? Jane asked one couple with an overwhelmingly flat appearance.“Why are you here?” she questioned after delivering them two pints of Bacon.“We ordered—” started the male.“A drink I don’t know how to make.” Jane tapped her fingers on the bar. “Answer the question.”“Uh,” stammered the female, “w-we wanted . . .”“. . . A vacation with more excitement,” finished the male. “Honey, she’s part of the ‘Murder Mountain’ act. Play along.”“Oh. I was scared for a moment. How thrilling!”Jane stomped away before she slapped a flatty. She questioned several others, whose responses only increased her frustration.“My hubby and I skied a Magic Mountain, a Presidential Mountain, Buttermilk, Powder, and Bald Mountains. Never a Murder Mountain!” Flat.“I’m a murder mystery writer, here for research.” Flatter.“We’re spiritualist skiers. We carve with the dead.” Flattest.Jane felt her backhand tighten up. Could she keep herself contained? She almost flew over the bar at a custy wearing his jeans tucked into ski boots, a helmet-mounted MyView, and a twenty-year-old pad of wickets. But when he dropped a twenty-dollar tip, Jane forgave all those offenses. Actually, despite their vertical challenges, most of the flatties tipped well. Maybe she should share this chair.Here's an excerpt of Peggy McStoots speaking with the State Trooper Commander about the murder “Hi, Bob.” He was barely visible behind his shiny oak desk covered in framed achievement awards. Peggy sat in the opposing over-cushioned chair.“Hi, Peggy.” Bob removed his wide-framed glasses and cleaned them with his green Statie uniform.“Your troopers are finally using my proper title.”“Who, Cassie?” Bob laughed. “She’s a rule follower. I don’t care if the folks in Rosefield want to call you ‘sheriff.’”“I never asked for the title, but they’ve used it since the day I started.”“I’ve always liked ‘Sheriff McStoots.’ Although, ‘Sheriff Strongman’ is a little . . . stronger.”Peggy sighed. She had dated Bob when they attended Enosburg High School together, a mistake she still regretted. Forty years, a marriage, and three daughters later, Bob thought some chemistry remained between them. “About the autopsy report . . .”“I have it.” Bob tapped a folder on his desk. “How about I tell you what’s inside?”Peggy considered grabbing the folder and stomping out, but she risked offending him. Then Bob might order his troopers to resume their Rosefield patrol. “What did you find?”“Timmy died within moments of the knife severing his aorta.”“A knife to the ol’ blood bumper.” As Peggy diagnosed a month ago.“No signs of struggle. Whoever stabbed Timmy caught him by surprise. If somebody murdered him.” Bob sniffed. “My detective nose points to a suicide.”Bob’s ‘detective nose’ was about as valid as his actual one. “Timmy didn’t struggle at all?”“No bruises, scrapes, nothing under his fingernails.” Bob stuck his hands out, then thrust them towards his chest. “Suicide. Bag it, tag it, and call the game warden.”“What about the piece of flannel?” Peggy debated telling him what Rufus described earlier, but then she’d have to reveal her source. Bob would laugh her out of the barracks. “If he killed himself, how did it end up in his hand?”“Maybe it was his lucky fabric.” Bob flipped open the folder and searched through the pages. “Like you, my forensics guy’s ...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Murder Mountain. To get started finding Murder Mountain, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Pages: 296

Format: PDF, EPUB & Kindle Edition

Publisher: Yarn Authority

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ISBN: 098822965X

Description: Rosefield has moose, a ski resort, and new this season, murder. Come for a visit. Bring your buds.Looking for an alpine vacation? Or do you long for the rural life where cows number greater than folks? Nestled amongst the Green Mountains of northern Vermont, Rosefield is the perfect setting to escape your problems and enjoy a cozy mystery. Within these borders, you’ll encounter over a hundred color illustrations to enhance your respite.Maybe you’ll meet one of the locals. You might share a chair with Joey Rogers, skier extraordinaire and self-proclaimed hero of this small town. Or spot Happy Smith slicing through the glades on his snowboard—as long as it isn’t Grandma Day. Enjoy an après ski at the Bent Pole, and you’ll receive impeccable service from the best bartender in town, Jane Reech. And who knows? Maybe you’ll help Sheriff Peggy McStoots figure out whodunit.You might even meet Rodney Buric II, the man responsible for the resort’s latest rebrand. Because who wants a mountain without an extra thrill? Sure, you’ve been to resorts with their fancy villages and high-speed quads. But have you ever experienced a . . . Murder Mountain?Murder Mountain is the first in the Rosefield Series, with its sequel, Day Trip to Jay Peak, coming soon.Here's an excerpt of Jane Reech tending Rosefield Resort's bar, the Bent Plenty of unfamiliar faces stopped in as well. Flatties upon flatties, which should’ve added dimension, but . . . nopers. Had the rebrand brought them to Rosefield? Jane asked one couple with an overwhelmingly flat appearance.“Why are you here?” she questioned after delivering them two pints of Bacon.“We ordered—” started the male.“A drink I don’t know how to make.” Jane tapped her fingers on the bar. “Answer the question.”“Uh,” stammered the female, “w-we wanted . . .”“. . . A vacation with more excitement,” finished the male. “Honey, she’s part of the ‘Murder Mountain’ act. Play along.”“Oh. I was scared for a moment. How thrilling!”Jane stomped away before she slapped a flatty. She questioned several others, whose responses only increased her frustration.“My hubby and I skied a Magic Mountain, a Presidential Mountain, Buttermilk, Powder, and Bald Mountains. Never a Murder Mountain!” Flat.“I’m a murder mystery writer, here for research.” Flatter.“We’re spiritualist skiers. We carve with the dead.” Flattest.Jane felt her backhand tighten up. Could she keep herself contained? She almost flew over the bar at a custy wearing his jeans tucked into ski boots, a helmet-mounted MyView, and a twenty-year-old pad of wickets. But when he dropped a twenty-dollar tip, Jane forgave all those offenses. Actually, despite their vertical challenges, most of the flatties tipped well. Maybe she should share this chair.Here's an excerpt of Peggy McStoots speaking with the State Trooper Commander about the murder “Hi, Bob.” He was barely visible behind his shiny oak desk covered in framed achievement awards. Peggy sat in the opposing over-cushioned chair.“Hi, Peggy.” Bob removed his wide-framed glasses and cleaned them with his green Statie uniform.“Your troopers are finally using my proper title.”“Who, Cassie?” Bob laughed. “She’s a rule follower. I don’t care if the folks in Rosefield want to call you ‘sheriff.’”“I never asked for the title, but they’ve used it since the day I started.”“I’ve always liked ‘Sheriff McStoots.’ Although, ‘Sheriff Strongman’ is a little . . . stronger.”Peggy sighed. She had dated Bob when they attended Enosburg High School together, a mistake she still regretted. Forty years, a marriage, and three daughters later, Bob thought some chemistry remained between them. “About the autopsy report . . .”“I have it.” Bob tapped a folder on his desk. “How about I tell you what’s inside?”Peggy considered grabbing the folder and stomping out, but she risked offending him. Then Bob might order his troopers to resume their Rosefield patrol. “What did you find?”“Timmy died within moments of the knife severing his aorta.”“A knife to the ol’ blood bumper.” As Peggy diagnosed a month ago.“No signs of struggle. Whoever stabbed Timmy caught him by surprise. If somebody murdered him.” Bob sniffed. “My detective nose points to a suicide.”Bob’s ‘detective nose’ was about as valid as his actual one. “Timmy didn’t struggle at all?”“No bruises, scrapes, nothing under his fingernails.” Bob stuck his hands out, then thrust them towards his chest. “Suicide. Bag it, tag it, and call the game warden.”“What about the piece of flannel?” Peggy debated telling him what Rufus described earlier, but then she’d have to reveal her source. Bob would laugh her out of the barracks. “If he killed himself, how did it end up in his hand?”“Maybe it was his lucky fabric.” Bob flipped open the folder and searched through the pages. “Like you, my forensics guy’s ...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Murder Mountain. To get started finding Murder Mountain, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.

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