Book Title: Bitter Harvest
Book Genre: Cozy Mystery
Release Date: March 7, 2017
Synopsis: As summer slips into fall and Winsome prepares for its grand Oktoberfest celebration, beer isn’t the only thing brewing. When the town’s pub owner is killed in a freak accident, lawyer-turned-organic farmer Megan Sawyer suspects something sinister is afoot in Winsome—but no one is listening. Megan must plow through Winsome’s fixation with autumn festivities to harvest the truth—before another dead body marks the season.
Excerpt: CHAPTER ONE
The harvest moon glowed bright overhead, a burnt offering to the demons plaguing Megan’s peace of mind. The woods beyond Washington Acres felt inviting—until nightfall. It was early October, the start of fall foliage season, and by day the leaves on the oaks, birch, and mountain ash shone bright in a rainbow of reds, golds, and deep oranges. But once darkness hit, the ghosts emerged. Or so it seemed.
Halloween was just a few weeks away, and the pace on the farm had finally lulled to a more comfortable frenzy. Most of the summer crops had been picked and sold, and what was left had been canned, frozen, stored, or donated. The fields were being turned over and planted with cover crops like clover and daikon radish. The fall bounty was just coming in, and Megan had enough pumpkins to supply a dozen fall festivals. Autumn had been kinder than the previous spring, and the October air was cool but not cold, dry but not arid. The farm’s coffers, too, were full—well, at least not empty.
Megan should have felt content. Pleased, even.
Then why this feeling of unrest? Megan opened the door to the porch and stepped outside into the chilly night. Overhead, the stars were eclipsed by the reddish, eerie moon. Gunther and Sadie, her dogs, ran out behind her. Gunther, a Polish Tatra Sheepdog, took off for his nightly rounds, checking on the chickens and goats and monitoring the perimeter of the farm just as he’d been trained to do. Sadie stayed pressed to her side. Megan reached down to pat Sadie, taking comfort from the dog’s warm presence.
But she couldn’t shake the image of the chair.
Oh, she knew very well that it was just a chair. A battered red Adirondack, the kind you see at homes all across America. Nothing scary about that. Except this one wasn’t parked on a patio, or beside a pool in some suburban lot. It sat alone at the top of Potter Hill, in the woods—the same thick woods that bordered her property.
About the author: Wendy Tyson’s background in law and psychology has provided inspiration for her mysteries and thrillers. Originally from the Philadelphia area, Wendy has returned to her roots and lives there again on a micro-farm with her husband, three sons and three dogs. Wendy’s short fiction has appeared in literary journals, and she’s a contributing editor and columnist for The Big Thrill and The Thrill Begins, International Thriller Writers’ online magazines. Wendy is the author of the Allison Campbell Mystery Series and the Greenhouse Mystery Series. Find Wendy at http://www.WATyson.com.