Can there be such a thing as too many men in kilts? Normally
Liss MacCrimmon, proprietor of Moosetookalook, Maine’s one
and only Scottish Emporium, would say no. But that’s before
one of them turns out to be murderous…
The bagpipes are blaring at The Spruces, Moosetookalook’s
finest hotel, reopened just in time to host the Burns Night
Supper, an annual celebration of Scotland’s beloved poet,
Robert Burns. In the midst of the long Maine winter, the
festivities are just the thing to give the hotel a much
needed boost—and to bring fresh business to Liss’s shop.
But when the Scottish Heritage Appreciation Society arrives
on the scene, they bring more than a hunger for haggis and a
passion for plaid. The quarrelsome group harbors their share
of long held grudges, and the animosity only grows as the
whiskey flows. Then a fierce blizzard hits, trapping
everyone—angry Scotsmen, hapless hotel staff, and Liss
herself—inside.
It’s a situation with all the makings for mayhem, and sure
enough, it isn’t long before a body is discovered, face down
in a storage room, covered in tartan—and blood.
Lucky for Liss, she’s got some good friends alongside her to
help sort out the facts: local police officer Sherri
Willett, and Dan Ruskin, the man who’s got Liss all tied up
in Celtic knots. But they’ll have to work fast, before
another body goes as cold as the snowstorm keeping them
cooped up with a killer.
