When Mercy Goes Missing

Hello my Flames!     
Happy belated Friday the 13th. Not a spooky day for me, as numerology info tells us that a three and a one add up to four, which is a number of stability and grounding.
Speaking of stability, we have finally settled into our new apartment. We’ve been waiting for it for almost three years, and we’re glad one finally became available. I now have a lovely, bigger patio for my plants, and the layout of this apartment is identical to the one we had before which made the move a little easier. Since the move, I’ve been preoccupied with organizing things, and I let my latest novel fall onto the back burner—just for a little while.
I’m really chuffed about this story called When Mercy Goes Missing. It’s a cozy mystery, of course, with a hint of romance. My main character is Beanie Murphy, raised by a long line of independent thinkers, all of whom are also included in the novel.

First there is Grandma Sarah, who skis the edges of dementia like it’s her personal playground.

Her daughter, Orna Murphy, Beanie’s mom, is an amazon-like firebrand with a keen sense of her own autonomy. She comes to rural Deerpath, Virginia—dragging her mother Sarah along—to help Beanie solve the mystery of her injured neighbor, Mercy.

Why, in the name of all that’s holy, would someone want to run over—then back over—nondescript caregiver Mercy Commish?

There has to be more to the story. So Beanie, Orna, and Beanie’s new love interest, Logan Sanders, dedicate themselves to getting to the bottom of the motive behind the incident.

They can’t ask Mercy—she’s in a coma, clinging to life in a hospital bed. It’s up to Beanie, Logan and Orna to piece together the clues to discover both a motive and a villain. Unfortunately, clues are few and far between, with possible suspects around every corner. It all seems pretty hopeless—until they discover a hidden diary, which maybe, just maybe, provides an important clue.
I’m glad to be back working on When Mercy Goes Missing and hope to have it published in a couple months.
There are a few boxes calling for me to unpack them—and I’ll get to them—as soon as I see what my characters are up to next. I’m almost ten thousand words in, so that feels really great.
So until next time—later, gator!
NattyB