She knew she shouldn’t have worn a corset, but she couldn’t resist, given the auspiciousness of the occasion. Of all the moments in her life, this was the one to which she’d looked forward most. In the few months since arriving in Pacific Grove she’d gone from having never dared dream of running her own business to spearheading two or three, depending on how one looked at them; and all were about to celebrate their opening day. Not bad for a gal who just a few weeks prior was living in a jail cell—a fabulously decorated jail cell, mind you—on suspicion of murder.
[so begins (at present) the rough draft of Reading Between the Leaves, book 2 in the Tea Cozy Mysteries series, to be written as part of November's National Novel Writing Month]