A Day in the Life of Trixie Pristine
Cozy mystery/chick lit
turned up murdered in their newly opened bookstore/wine bar. They thought they would be living out their dream in their new shop not
trying to catch a killer. Who killed Sylvia and why? Or was one of them the intended target?
favorite restaurant as a child). As she grew older she realized her talents lay in academics and business and for the last several years
has been a business consultant and college professor where she uses the analytical side of her brain and not the side that makes up
Through all her career choices she has continued to have a passion for writing. This stemmed from childhood whereas an only child she
developed a vivid imagination spending most of her time making things up and thinking the Incredible Hulk lived in her closet.
Proud of her vast experiences in life from barrel racing to being on the dance team for a semi pro basketball team to being a mom of 2 amazing
kids, she tells her family and friends that no one is safe from their escapades slipping in to her books.
Taking the plunge to write books that she actually lets people read in 2010, she has worked her way up to having 5 fans (maybe 6 now). Her blog,
The Art Of Living Fabulously, was launched to share the daily fun in the life of a Real Housewife of the Midwest along with the musing of
other fabulous ladies.
“What the hell!”
I said for the second time in as many weeks as we walked back in to the shop to find someone had once again been here and not
with the intention of helping us clean and organize.
“Not again! That bitch Sylvia. This is the last straw. I’m calling Tom and telling him he better have a word with her. This has gone too far.”
“Uh, Berklie. I don’t think it was Sylvia this time.”
“What are you saying?” Berklie asked but realized what I meant when she saw where I was pointing.
As Sylvia sprawled out on the floor. Clearly dead.
“I don’t think she will be bothering us anymore,” said Sophie. I reached for my phone and dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I’m calling to report a murder …”