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A CAMPER & CRIMINALS COZY MYSTERY BOX SET BOOKS 4-8 TONYA KAPPES CONTENTS GET FREE BOOKS Preview Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Sneak Peek RECIPES AND CLEANING HACKS RV Hack #1 and #2 EGG IN A BASKET BAG KABOBS APPLES ON A STICK CANDY CANE DONUTS Leave a review GET FREE BOOKS Join Tonya’s newsletter to stay up to date with new releases, get access to exclusive bonus content, and more! Join Tonya’s newsletter here. Tap here to see all of Tonya’s books. Join all the fun on her Reader Group on Facebook. PREVIEW CHRISTMAS, CRIMINALS, AND CAMPERS The loudest scream I’ve ever heard came from the office. I stood there in slow motion as I watched Hank draw the gun from the hidden holster under his shirt. I shoved past him, running towards the office. It was as though my feet had a mind of their own. “Abby?” I questioned when I got to the door and noticed she was standing over Nadine White on the floor. “Did you scream?” I could feel Hank behind me. “Abby?” Hank called. She stood with her back to us. My eyes drew down her body until they saw the bloody knife dangling from her fingers. She turned around. Her eyes hollow. “She’s dead,” she replied in a small frightened voice. CHAPTER 1 “T he way Nadine carefully wove the tapestry of the small town really did make it feel like its own character,” Abby Fawn said with a deep sigh of happiness. She spoke so fondly of the book she had picked for The Laundry Club’s monthly book club meeting. It was no secret that Abby Fawn was Nadine White’s biggest fan. Many times, Abby used her position as a librarian to get advance reading copies of Nadine’s books before they were published. “No matter what we say about the book, Abby is going to defend it until she convinces us to feel the same way.” Dottie Swaggert curled her nose as though she smelled dirty laundry a tourist was throwing into the closest washing machine. The Laundry Club was a full-service laundromat in downtown Normal, Kentucky. It wasn’t just a place to do your laundry; it was like nothing you’ve ever seen. It was upscale, and Betts Hager had done a fabulous job making it feel like the comforts of home for the customers. Since Normal was located smack dab in the middle of Daniel Boone National Park, it was a tourist destination for campers and hikers who needed a laundry facility. Betts wanted her customers to be as comfortable doing laundry at The Laundry Club as they were in their homes. She set up a coffee and drink bar and offered snacks. She had a sitting area complete with a television and couches. The customers loved to hang around the puzzle area where there was always a jigsaw puzzle to solve. The little library area, where we held our monthly book clubs, had shelves stocked with books from Abby that the library could no longer use or were too damaged to put on the shelf as well as a computer. It was the first place I’d come to do my laundry when I drove into Normal in my camper. And here is where I’d met these ladies that I now could rely on for anything I ever needed. We’d truly become what the name was - The Laundry Club. “Do you have something to say about Cozy Romance in Christmas?” Abby directed her question to Dottie. “Nope.” Dottie sat back, crossing her arms in front of her. “I thought it could’ve used a little more oomph if you know what I mean.” “This is a very popular women’s fiction book. It was my pick and I wanted to pick something that gave us a good and happy feeling inside that we can hold onto during the Christmas season since our next book club won’t be until the new year.” Abby jerked her head towards me. Her brown- haired ponytail whipped around her. “Mae? What are your thoughts on the town being its own character?” “Well.” I hesitated by taking a moment to look at the front of the book to get the author’s name. We all knew that Dottie liked her novels a little steamier and Queenie French liked her cowboy romances, but honestly, I preferred a good cozy mystery. Over the past few months I’d even used some tricks I’d learned from my favorite cozy mystery authors to help the local sheriff’s department bring a few criminals to justice. “Um. . . Nadine White does make you feel like you are in the town on the cover.” I held the book up with the cover facing outwards. “I love how the snow is falling in front of the yarn shop. It’s also cute how the cat is in the display window.” “But what about the friendships Nadine wrote about in the novel?” Abby asked. “If y’all treated me with kid gloves and all the rah-rah we are sisters stuff, I’d think you’d lost your ever-lovin’ mind.” Dottie didn’t waste any time giving her opinion. “I think it was very nice.” Betts Hager was opening The Laundry Club’s mail. “No matter what you think, Dottie, our little group has become a much-needed girls’ group for me just like Nadine created in the book. There were some people with flaws, but it’s fiction.” She ripped open an envelope and pulled out a letter. “What about you, Queenie?” Betts asked another member of our book club, pushing back a strand of her wavy shoulder