Knitorious Murder Mystery

I’m not a cop. I’m an almost-ex-wife and former full-time mom who works part-time at the local yarn store. The biggest mystery I’ve ever solved is finding a missing knitting needle tucked behind my ear after spending all morning looking for it. Someone in Harmony Lake is trying to stitch me up for murder. So, armed with everything I’ve learned from watching murder mysteries on TV, and a little help from my friends, it’s up to me to find the real killer

If you like your cozy mysteries with a bit of humor, small town Canadian life, a hint of romance, a close circle of quirky, lovable characters that you wish you knew in real life, dogs and cats, and free knitting patterns, there's something in this series for you. Download The Knitorious Murder Mystery Books 4- 6, and start unravelling the mysteries today!

If you like your cozy mysteries with a bit of humour, small town Canadian life, a hint of romance, a close circle of quirky, lovable characters that you wish you knew in real life, dogs and cats, and free knitting patterns, there's something in this series for you.

I’m not a cop. I’m a soon-to-be-ex-wife, and former full-time mom who works part-time at the local yarn store. The biggest mystery I’ve ever solved is finding a missing knitting needle tucked behind my ear after spending all morning looking for it. Someone in Harmony Lake is trying to stitch me up for murder.

Sophie the corgi and I have a lot in common. We both love cookies, we’re both short and cute, we both adore our hand-knit sweaters, and we both want to find the person who killed her human caregiver Laura. When my neighbor Laura slips on the ice, breaks her leg, and requires surgery, I jump at the chance to look after her dog Sophie. A week later, when I take Sophie home to reunite her with her beloved human, the worst happens. We find Laura dead. As natural and peaceful as her death appears, something is off.

My name is Megan, and I have a knack for two things: discovering dead bodies and uncovering secrets. I don’t go looking for dead friends and neighbors. They just show up. Like when my best friend and I are on our way to lunch and stumble across Jill Plumb’s dead body. Jill’s death was no accident. It was murder. Untangling the mystery of her death unravels a string of secrets that were never meant to be revealed. One of these secrets cost Jill her life, but which one?

That bullet wasn't meant for me. Or was it? Who would want to kill me? I make friends, not enemies. I live in the coziest, sweetest town on Earth, and I own a yarn store. I’m a knitter for goodness sake! Knitters are like the Golden Retrievers of humankind. Everybody loves us. At first, I was sure it was a case of mistaken identity. Now I’m not as sure. My friends and family are rallying around me to keep me safe. Does someone really want me dead? Who? Why? Is it someone I know? The police think it might be. Can I follow my instincts and unravel the clues before they try again?

My name is Megan and it’s been three months since I’ve found a dead body. At first, the most recent death in our cozy little town had nothing to do with me. The police said the poor man had a heart attack and lost control of his car. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t a heart attack. It was murder. Why did it have to happen in front of my yarn store? And why do I keep discovering dead bodies like it’s a hobby? I’d ask a therapist, but it turns out it was the local therapist who wrapped his car around the lamp post in front of my store.

When the most hated man in Harmony Lake runs for mayor and turns up dead on election night, two of the people closest to me are suspects in his murder. But needling out the real culprit isn’t easy when everyone in town has a motive and an alibi. Someone has to dig deep into the lives of the residents of this tight-knit community and unravel their secrets. That someone is me. My name is Megan and I solve murders. People have a knack of dying where I happen to be, and evidence has a way of finding its way into my hands.

Harmony Lake buzzes with excitement when world-famous author and avid needle felter, Claire Rivera, attends our annual book fair. But excitement turns to sadness when Claire is found dead from a freak accident with a felting needle. And sadness turns to suspicion when the police determine that Claire’s seemingly accidental death is actually murder. When another world-famous author, who happens to be my father, rockets to number one on the suspect list, I take a stab at finding the real killer. Can I find out whodunit before my father gets stuck taking the blame?

Mysticism turns to mystery when the fortune teller predicts her own murder. When the finger of suspicion points at someone close to me, I’m determined to clear their name by finding the real killer. Was the fortune teller’s tragic fate really in the cards, or did her secret identity and troubled past catch up with her? Were her psychic powers real or was she a crafty con artist? With a little help from my friends, I predict we can find the real killer before the wrong person takes the blame.

My sister, Emmy can be impulsive. Like when she spontaneously shows up on my doorstep, heartbroken. Emmy says she and her husband, Armando, had a huge argument and she needs some time alone to figure things out. Except she’s not alone.

Love is in the air when Harmony Lake hosts the celebrity wedding of the century. But everyone in town is tangled up in knots when the famous bride and groom have second thoughts.

“Trust me, Megan,” said my best friend. “This spa weekend will be dead relaxing.” I didn’t think she meant it literally, but here we are, trapped in a remote, luxury retreat with a killer.

Karla Bell and I are not friends. We don’t even like each other. But when she gets tangled up in a murder investigation, I agree to help her stitch together the clues and find the real killer. I’m not doing it to help Karla. I’m doing it because if Karla goes down for a murder she didn’t commit, people I do care about will suffer, and the real killer will get away with murder. Karla isn’t easy to work with. She needles me with backhanded compliments and snarky wisecracks, until my patience is thinner than a strand of frayed yarn.