Reading Between the Lies - Lynn Cahoon

nBookshop owner Rarity Cole is living her best life after surviving cancer--hosting book clubs, classes, and parties at her store, The Next Chapter, and giving back to her community in Sedona, Arizona. But an awkward outing to an art gallery is about to add a dark slant to the picture . .

. n n n nRarity is grateful for many things and people in her new life, including her friend Shirley, who is helping to provide backpacks and supplies for kids going back to school. But Shirley needs a big favor.

With her husband in a memory-care home, she wants to attend an art opening with a male friend but fears local gossip. She asks Rarity, her friend Sam, and their boyfriends to come along as cover. It would be fun if not for the fact that the two couples are barely speaking...

n nThe evening proceeds without any social disasters. But the gallery owner--who struck Rarity as more of a spoiled playboy--is later found dead with an arrow in his back. Any lingering tensions must be set aside so the amateur sleuths can find an archer who may have taken the idea of pointed criticism a bit too literally .

. . n n nBookshop owner Rarity Cole is living her best life after surviving cancer--hosting book clubs, classes, and parties at her store, The Next Chapter, and giving back to her community in Sedona, Arizona.

But an awkward outing to an art gallery is about to add a dark slant to the picture . . .

n n Rarity is grateful for many things and people in her new life, including her friend Shirley, who is helping to provide backpacks and supplies for kids going back to school. But Shirley needs a big favor. With her husband in a memory-care home, she wants to attend an art opening with a male friend but fears local gossip.

She asks Rarity, her friend Sam, and their boyfriends to come along as cover. It would be fun if not for the fact that the two couples are barely speaking... n nThe evening proceeds without any social disasters.

But the gallery owner--who struck Rarity as more of a spoiled playboy--is later found dead with an arrow in his back. Any lingering tensions must be set aside so the amateur sleuths can find an archer who may have taken the idea of pointed criticism a bit too literally . .

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