The Wurst Is Yet to Come (Bed-And-Breakfast Mysteries (Paperback))

?Daheim writes with wit, wisdom, and a big heart." ?Carolyn Hart, bestselling author of the Death on Demand series The Wurst is Yet to Come: The wacky title alone tells you that you are once again in the uproarious realm of ?the reigning queen of the cozies? (Portland Oregonian), the inimitable Mary Daheim! In this, the twenty-seventh glorious installment of Daheim's Bed-and-Breakfast mystery series, harried hostess Judith McMonigle Flynn and her irrepressible Cousin Renie find themselves in Little Bavaria, where the inconvenient discovery of a nonagenarian corpse threatens to put the kibosh on the local Oktoberfest. No one does cozy mystery the delightful Daheim?and if you're a fan of Lillian Jackson Braun, Diane Mott Davidson, or Jill Churchill, you'll definitely want to take a big bite out of this mouth-watering Wurst. Seattle native Mary Richardson Daheim lives three miles from the house where she was raised. From her dining nook she can see the maple tree in front of her childhood home. Mary isn't one for change when it comes to geography. Upon getting her journalism degree from the University of Washington (she can see the campus from the dining nook, too), she went to work for a newspaper in Anacortes WA. Then, after her marriage to David Daheim, his first college teaching post was in Port Angeles where she became a reporter for the local daily. Both tours of small-town duty gave her the background for the Alpine/Emma Lord series.Mary spent much of her non-fiction career in public relations (some would say PR is fiction, too). But ever since she learned how to read and write, Mary wanted to tell stories that could be put between book covers (e-readers were far into the future and if she hadn't seen her daughter's iPad, she might not know they exist). Thus, she began her publishing career with the first of seven historical romances before switching to mysteries in 1991. If Mary could do the math, she'd know how many books she's published. Since she can't, she estimates the total is at least 55. Or something. See below-count 'em if you can.