Tracy Weber is the author of the award-winning Downward Dog Mysteries series featuring yoga teacher Kate Davidson and her feisty German shepherd, Bella. Her first book, Murder Strikes a Pose won the Maxwell Award for Fiction and was 2015 Agatha award nominee for Best First Novel. The third book in her series, Karma’s a Killer, will released January, 2016 by Midnight Ink.Tracy and her husband live in Seattle with their challenging yet amazing German shepherd Tasha. When she’s not writing, Tracy spends her time teaching yoga, walking Tasha, and sipping Blackthorn cider at her favorite ale house.
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Yogi Kate must clear her name of murder in this charming yoga mystery. When Kate Davidson gets an offer to teach yoga classes to wedding guests at the Elysian Springs resort, she jumps at the opportunity, even though it means
being forced to endure the wedding ceremony of the center’s two caretakers.
being forced to endure the wedding ceremony of the center’s two caretakers.
Avoiding the M-word turns out to be the least of Kate’s problems when a wedding guest is found floating face-down in the resort’s hot tub, shortly after a loud, public (and somewhat embarrassing) fight with Kate.
The police pick Kate as their number-one suspect, so she’s forced to team up with boyfriend Michael, best friend Rene, and German shepherd sidekick Bella to find the real killer. But they’ll have to solve the murder before the police arrest Kate, or her next gig may last a lifetime–behind bars.”
Snippet:
The night was completely black, almost obsidian; its
darkness, impenetrable. A carpet of moldy leaves and fragrant pine needles
crunched under my shoes. Bella and I passed several empty campgrounds, a few
fallen trees, and a pair of beady red eyes that didn’t belong to a German shepherd. I played the flashlight in
front of me, grateful for its tepid illumination. With it, I could see the
broken branches that were strewn haphazardly across the path. Without it, I’d
be blind.
darkness, impenetrable. A carpet of moldy leaves and fragrant pine needles
crunched under my shoes. Bella and I passed several empty campgrounds, a few
fallen trees, and a pair of beady red eyes that didn’t belong to a German shepherd. I played the flashlight in
front of me, grateful for its tepid illumination. With it, I could see the
broken branches that were strewn haphazardly across the path. Without it, I’d
be blind.
A sharp sound cracked behind me. Bella stopped,
sniffed the air and looked over her shoulder. The hair on the back of my arms
tingled.
sniffed the air and looked over her shoulder. The hair on the back of my arms
tingled.
“Hello, is anyone there?”
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