On What Grounds

by Cleo Coyle

French Pressed

by Cleo Coyle

Espresso shot

by Cleo Coyle

Murder Most Frothy

by Cleo Coyle

Amid the scrub grass of the high beach dune, gloved hands gripped seven pounds of bolt-action.

Through The Grinder

by Cleo Coyle

She had to die.

Billionaire Blend

by Cleo Coyle

"Guess where I am? You can't imagine..." Pressing the phone to my ear, I waited for Mike Quinn's gravelly voice to take ...

Decaffeinated Corpse

by Cleo Coyle

For some of my customers, Greenwich Village is more a time than a place.

Latte Trouble

by Cleo Coyle

Brewed Awakening

by Cleo Coyle

Dead to the Last Drop

by Cleo Coyle

He stomped the brake and glared at the BMW swerving into his lane.

Holiday grind

by Cleo Coyle

Murder by mocha

by Cleo Coyle

Roast Mortem (Coffee House Mystery)

by Cleo Coyle

Holiday Buzz Coffee House Mys...

by Cleo Coyle

Shot in the dark

by Cleo Coyle

Roast mortem

by Cleo Coyle

The ghost and the bogus bestseller

by Cleo Coyle

A brew to a kill

by Cleo Coyle

Dead cold brew

by Cleo Coyle

The Ghost and the Haunted Mansion

by Cleo Coyle