Midlife Crisis Mysteries

On Holly Parker's fiftieth birthday she decides that it's time to start tackling her bucket list. At the top of the list is visiting all fifty states. With months of unused vacation time built up at work and enough money in the bank to fund her travels, she's ready to start seeing the country. Of course, things might not go exactly to plan.





I'm Holly Parker, and on my fiftieth birthday I decided that it was about time I stopped adding things to my bucket list and started trying to cross a few items off instead. Visiting all fifty states was at the top of the list. I just had to find a cheap flight to somewhere interesting.

A low-cost, direct flight to Las Vegas was exactly what I needed. I didn't waste my time overthinking it. I just booked the flight and packed my bags. After chatting with the couple in the seats next to mine on the flight, I was happy to arrive in Vegas and just go straight to bed.

My body clock, not yet reset to Vegas time, had me awake and eager to explore very early the next morning. I'd barely finished my breakfast, though, before I stumbled over a dead body. What are the odds that the victim would turn out to be the man I'd sat next to on my flight? Why is his former fiancée suddenly trying to be my best friend? And how do I convince the local police that I had nothing to do with his murder?

I'm Holly Parker, and on my fiftieth birthday I decided that it was about time I stopped adding things to my bucket list and started trying to cross a few items off instead. Visiting all fifty states was at the top of the list. I just had to find a cheap flight to somewhere interesting.

A low-cost, direct flight to Las Vegas was exactly what I needed. I didn't waste my time overthinking it. I just booked the flight and packed my bags. After chatting with the couple in the seats next to mine on the flight, I was happy to arrive in Vegas and just go straight to bed.

My body clock, not yet reset to Vegas time, had me awake and eager to explore very early the next morning. I'd barely finished my breakfast, though, before I stumbled over a dead body. What are the odds that the victim would turn out to be the man I'd sat next to on my flight? Why is his former fiancée suddenly trying to be my best friend? And how do I convince the local police that I had nothing to do with his murder?



After everything that happened in Las Vegas, I wasn't one hundred percent sure that I wanted to keep traveling. But I couldn't let one isolated incident ruin my plans. Having ticked off one item on my bucket list, I wanted to do more.

It turns out that March is a good time to visit Florida. The weather was predicted to be almost perfect, and I found a resort offering really wonderful deals. A cheap flight was all I needed to add to my getaway.

When I woke up on my first morning on St. Pete's Beach, I felt like I was a million miles away from everything that causes stress in my life. I reserved a private cabana for myself and then took a long walk on a nearly deserted beach. Things seemed to be just about perfect until I arrived at my cabana.

I should have just walked away. I could have given up on the idea of sitting on the beach that day and gone somewhere - anywhere - else. Instead, I informed the woman cleaning and straightening the cabanas that mine was already occupied. She called security and that was how I managed to be there when the body was found.

Finding a body on my first day in Vegas seemed like incredibly bad luck. Finding another one on my first day in Florida feels more like a curse.

After everything that happened in Las Vegas, I wasn't one hundred percent sure that I wanted to keep traveling. But I couldn't let one isolated incident ruin my plans. Having ticked off one item on my bucket list, I wanted to do more.

It turns out that March is a good time to visit Florida. The weather was predicted to be almost perfect, and I found a resort offering really wonderful deals. A cheap flight was all I needed to add to my getaway.

When I woke up on my first morning on St. Pete's Beach, I felt like I was a million miles away from everything that causes stress in my life. I reserved a private cabana for myself and then took a long walk on a nearly deserted beach. Things seemed to be just about perfect until I arrived at my cabana.

I should have just walked away. I could have given up on the idea of sitting on the beach that day and gone somewhere - anywhere - else. Instead, I informed the woman cleaning and straightening the cabanas that mine was already occupied. She called security and that was how I managed to be there when the body was found.

Finding a body on my first day in Vegas seemed like incredibly bad luck. Finding another one on my first day in Florida feels more like a curse.



When my best friend in the world got an unexpected two-week break from work, I couldn't wait to take her with me on my next bucket list vacation. Since she didn't want to go too far from home, I changed my plans and found us a cottage close to the beach in nearby Erie, Pennsylvania.

The cottage was everything we were hoping it would be, with comfortable bedrooms, clean bathrooms, and a great location – just a short walk away from the lake. As soon as we were settled in, we headed for the path at the end of the road and then sat and watched the glorious sunset.

It was something of a steep climb to get back up to the road, but neither of us minded, not until I spotted something out of place a short distance from the path. As I stared at the dead body, I started to think that my midlife crisis was turning out to be dangerous for the people around me.

When my best friend in the world got an unexpected two-week break from work, I couldn't wait to take her with me on my next bucket list vacation. Since she didn't want to go too far from home, I changed my plans and found us a cottage close to the beach in nearby Erie, Pennsylvania.

The cottage was everything we were hoping it would be, with comfortable bedrooms, clean bathrooms, and a great location – just a short walk away from the lake. As soon as we were settled in, we headed for the path at the end of the road and then sat and watched the glorious sunset.

It was something of a steep climb to get back up to the road, but neither of us minded, not until I spotted something out of place a short distance from the path. As I stared at the dead body, I started to think that my midlife crisis was turning out to be dangerous for the people around me.



When my best friend in the world got an unexpected two-week break from work, I couldn't wait to take her with me on my next bucket list vacation. Since she didn't want to go too far from home, I changed my plans and found us a cottage close to the beach in nearby Erie, Pennsylvania.

The cottage was everything we were hoping it would be, with comfortable bedrooms, clean bathrooms, and a great location – just a short walk away from the lake. As soon as we were settled in, we headed for the path at the end of the road and then sat and watched the glorious sunset.

It was something of a steep climb to get back up to the road, but neither of us minded, not until I spotted something out of place a short distance from the path. As I stared at the dead body, I started to think that my midlife crisis was turning out to be dangerous for the people around me.

I was excited to finally be making the trip to Colorado that I'd planned for earlier in the year. Sure, July was going to be hotter than May would have been, but I was still going to enjoy the breathtaking scenery on my first ever trip to Colorado Springs.

Breathtaking was the right word, though, as I found myself slightly lightheaded from the city's altitude. That didn't stop me from getting out to enjoy the sights, though. I was only a few minutes into my first hike when I found myself being yelled at by a total stranger, though. It was a case of mistaken identity, even if he really didn't want to believe me.

I went back to my hotel hoping I'd seen the last of Garrett Braun. In spite of my recent run of bad luck, I wasn't anticipating what happened next. The police woke me the next morning with the news that Garrett had been found dead near the campsite where he'd been staying. And the police weren't any more convinced than Garrett had been that I wasn't the woman who'd stolen a fortune from him twelve years earlier.

I still think I could have proven my identity without any help, but my best friend, Gina, wouldn't hear of it. She sent her brother, George, to talk to the police on my behalf, in spite of the difficult history between George and me. And once he'd arrived, George was determined to stay in Colorado Springs until my name was completely crossed off the list of suspects in the murder investigation.

I only got involved in the investigation to get rid of George.



I thought a spa in Ohio would be the perfect place to get some rest. After four vacations, each of which involved a murder investigation, I was exhausted.

I'm Holly Parker, and finding dead bodies is not something I'd been expecting when I'd decided to tackle my bucket list. It all sounded so simple on paper – visit all fifty states. Fun, right? Murder investigations aren't fun, but I'd still managed to enjoy each of my trips away from home.

This month was going to be something different, though. Instead of going to see sights or tour museums, I was going to a spa where I could get massages and be wrapped and slathered in creams and lotions and not have to think about anything unpleasant. That was the plan, anyway.

Lunch was the first thing on my schedule after I'd arrived. I shared a table with three other women, and we enjoyed talking a bit about ourselves while we ate. As the day went on, I had a chance to get to know them all a bit better. It was obvious, even on such a short acquaintance, that Millie Woods was deeply unhappy. That didn't prepare me for being told the next morning that she'd taken her own life.

The police seem convinced of what happened, but the two women at the spa who knew Millie best don't agree. When they start poking their noses into the investigation, I find myself being dragged along, like it or not. For what it's worth, I don't like it, but I'm willing to take part because I'd rather do that than see Millie's killer get away with it.

[Released on 15th November 2024 and available for pre-order now.]
I thought a spa in Ohio would be the perfect place to get some rest. After four vacations, each of which involved a murder investigation, I was exhausted.

I'm Holly Parker, and finding dead bodies is not something I'd been expecting when I'd decided to tackle my bucket list. It all sounded so simple on paper – visit all fifty states. Fun, right? Murder investigations aren't fun, but I'd still managed to enjoy each of my trips away from home.

This month was going to be something different, though. Instead of going to see sights or tour museums, I was going to a spa where I could get massages and be wrapped and slathered in creams and lotions and not have to think about anything unpleasant. That was the plan, anyway.

Lunch was the first thing on my schedule after I'd arrived. I shared a table with three other women, and we enjoyed talking a bit about ourselves while we ate. As the day went on, I had a chance to get to know them all a bit better. It was obvious, even on such a short acquaintance, that Millie Woods was deeply unhappy. That didn't prepare me for being told the next morning that she'd taken her own life.

The police seem convinced of what happened, but the two women at the spa who knew Millie best don't agree. When they start poking their noses into the investigation, I find myself being dragged along, like it or not. For what it's worth, I don't like it, but I'm willing to take part because I'd rather do that than see Millie's killer get away with it.

[Released on 15th November 2024 and available for pre-order now.]