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dirty rotten tendrils

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 10 of 19

Kate Collins

I, Abby Knight, hometown florist, do solemnly swear that my friend Dave would not hurt a fly - let alone a fellow lawyer.

sleeping with anemone

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 9 of 19

Kate Collins

I, Abby Knight, hometown florist, refuse to cowed into giving up my stance against the unfair treatment of dairy animals. 

evil in carnations

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 8 of 19

Kate Collins

What do you do when your best friend and roommate can't relate to your relationship bliss? 

shoots to kill

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 7 of 19

Kate Collins

Last I heard, being a five-foot-two, green-eyed, redhead wasn't a crime. 

a rose from the dead

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 6 of 19

Kate Collins

Why did I, Abby Knight, agree to attend a convention of funeral directors?

acts of violets

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 5 of 19

Kate Collins

OK, I'll admit it: I, Abby Knight, actually love my hometown's corny annual Pickle Fest - and I've also been hoping the event will drum up business for my flower shop, Bloomers. 

snipped in the bud

FLOWER SHOP MYSTERY

BOOK 4 of 19

Kate Collins

When I swapped the thorny problems of law school for the budding business of my 

flower store, Bloomers, I vowed that I, Abby Knight, wouldn't be caught dead visiting that hateful campus ever again.