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NEW RELEASE from R.M. Gilmore 19 Marigold Lane Keep scrolling for an excerpt from the book!
Prudence Penderhaus, recovering from surgery, is determined to expose a corrupt sheriff, beat cancer, fall in with love her odd boy and learn about the new neighbors in this quirky, tragic, coming-of-age mystery. Add to your BookBub and Goodreads TBR list!
"...19 Marigold Lane is an absolute gem..." - Ravin Tija Maurice, author of the Camille Bishop series "19 Marigold Lane is the perfect escapism for cozy mystery fans--for both teenagers and adults alike." - Bex'n'Books "Pretty much all of Bonnie’s lines are gold" - Goodreads Reader
Halloween has passed, and winter is not far ahead, blanketing Flintlock in dreary, foreboding skies and an aura Prudence has never sensed in her sleepy town. Rumors and speculation about the poor spook-house boy and his little dead brother have begun to spread. Prudence—recovering from surgery—tries to shield Cassius, but it seems rumors are the least of their worries. When Cassius’s mysteriously elusive neighbor makes himself known, the rules of the game are turned upside down.
As if cancer and my odd boy weren’t enough, the secrets of Flintlock—the fallout of my death-defying bravery—are boiling over faster than I can manage. Continue the series that's turning the young adult genre upside down! Start book one, 17 Marigold Lane, now! Excerpt from 19 Marigold Lane
I scoffed and the coffeemaker beeped. “Mom, I love you. And I respect that you will always be on the lookout for my best interest. But this is one thing I won’t lay down on. Cassius has no one. He has no real-world experience. He has no money. He has no way to get money. He has only what his shitty parents taught him and whatever he absorbed from reading books and watching movies. Hell, I pretty certain he didn’t even have internet access until Heego moved in.” I poured us both coffee and cream. “Christ, Mom, he had to google autism to even get an idea of what makes him up. It’s a miracle he’s as well adjusted as he is. A damn miracle.” I sipped my coffee and handed Mom hers. She didn’t drink it. Instead, she set it on the table and put her hands on my biceps. “Where did you find this courage?” “On the front porch of 17 Marigold Lane.” Join R.M. Gilmore in the exclusive Star-Crossed Lovers and Dead Things group!
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