DEATH AT FIRST SIGHT Special Post
DEATH AT FIRST SIGHT
FIRST IN A VISIONARY NEW MYSTERY SERIES. It doesn’t take a crystal ball to see that something’s not right on Bay Island…
I own a small psychic shop on Bay Island, a small island nestled between the north and south forks of Long Island, New York. Though I grew up on Bay Island, I’ve spent the past seventeen years—up until last year, anyway—living in New York City. Manhattan to be exact, which technically is still an island but so different from Bay Island, it may as well be a million miles away instead of less than a hundred.
Life on Bay Island moves at a much slower pace, and I can’t say I miss the hustle and bustle of the city. Since I live just a few miles down the beach from my shop, I often walk to work. If it’s warm enough, I take my shoes off and walk along the surf. During the summer months, the beaches are crowded, even fairly early in the morning, but in the spring and fall I’m often one of only a few people strolling or jogging along the beach. Staring out across the bay waters brings a sense of peace I never managed to find anywhere else.
Bay Island is small. You can drive across the entire island in half an hour, less if there’s no traffic in town. Although summer brings flocks of tourists, during the remainder of the year the island is left mostly to the locals. Because it’s a small community most of the year, everyone pretty much knows everyone else, which can be a pro or a con, depending on how you look at it. When my parents passed away last year, and I returned home to see to the arrangements, the town mourned with me. The florist, whom I’d gone to high school with, had come around the counter to offer a hug and cry with me. The funeral director’s expression had been a grimace of true grief, rather than the grim but distant expression he usually would have deemed appropriate for such a somber occasion. And the priest had concluded the ceremony with a hitch in his voice. That warmth is what kept me on Bay Island after the funeral, the sense of home and community you just can’t find in a big city.
Of course, a small community has its down side too. News of my failed marriage had spread through the small community like wildfire before I even made it off the ferry. And when I become a suspect in Marge Hawkins’ murder…Well, let’s just say Marge lived her whole life on Bay Island, and I didn’t. That makes me the outsider, and some people are less than kind, while others are openly hostile.
The only major con I can think of for living on Bay Island, though, is the isolation. Since we’re surrounded on all sides by water, with no bridges to the mainland, the ferry is the only means of public transportation to and from the island. While that’s nice most of the time, it can be a problem as well. Tourists never stop in and visit the shops on their way through to somewhere else—either they are visiting Bay Island, or they’re not—which makes it difficult to make ends meet during the winter months. And storms present a problem. Hurricanes and snowstorms close the ferry down, leaving Bay Island to fend for itself.
But all in all, I love living in the small island community. I can always stop in the local diner, bakery or deli and get the latest gossip. I have close friends I wouldn’t trade for the world. And I have the shop I’ve worked so hard for.
If I could have dropped everything else and read this book in one sitting I would happily do so. This exciting adventure has everything you want in a cozy mystery except a cat. There is an adorable, drooly, fluffball puppy and unfortunately psychic Cass did not foresee his effect on her future.
This fascinating story takes place after tourist season has ended and most of the people around town know each other and each other's business. Gossip and suspicion play major roles.
The main characters are creative types, one especially with a dramatic flair. Three best friends that show up for each other even when they wish they could do anything else.
Add in a handsome stranger with a delectable accent and a propensity for showing up at prime moments, and whether you believe in ghosts and spirits or not, this book is very hard to set down.
Even with a murderer on the loose, reading this book made me wish I could visit Bay Island.
I want to read more about the people I met there.