Hi, I’m Molly MacRae, author of ARGYLES AND ARSENIC, book 5 in the Highland Bookshop Mysteries. The series is about four women from the Midwest, ready for a change, who pool their money, buy a bookshop on the west coast of the Scottish Highlands, and move there to run it. It’s Scotland! The Highlands! What could possibly go wrong?   A is for arsenic – King of Poisons, Inheritor’s Powder, the People’s Choice. Did someone put arsenic in Wendy Erskine’s teacup during Violet MacAskill’s party? R is for red herrings. There are plenty of them. Will the four women of Yon Bonnie Books be able to sort through them before the villain strikes again? G is for guilty. Someone is guilty. Is it the owner of the Mr. Potato Chef food truck? The unidentified woman at Violet’s party who said she was going for help but apparently didn’t? Surely it can’t be Violet’s granddaughter Isobel. Y is for Yon Bonnie Books. The four women who own the bookshop and adjoining tearoom are a clever crew of amateur sleuths but, with this villain, have they finally met their match? L is for the lies being told. Who can the sleuths trust?…

I love it when readers tell me their bags are packed and they’re ready to move to Blue Plum, Tennessee. “When are you leaving?” I ask. “I’ll go with you.” Too bad Blue Plum, as a whole, exists only in my Haunted Yarn Shop Mysteries. Note the “as a whole” in that sentence, though. Parts of Blue Plum really do exist, and you can go visit. A real road trip will involve some hopping around, because everything isn’t one place. But for now we can take an armchair tour, catch the highlights, and you can make plans for a great vacation. Come on, then, let’s go visiting. First stop is Jonesborough, Tennessee’s oldest town. Jonesborough is up in the northeastern corner of the state, and it’s as cute as a bug’s ear. The town’s historic district is on the National Register of Historic Places and includes wonderful examples of Queen Anne, Federal, and Victorian architecture. My family and I lived outside Jonesborough for almost twenty years. Next stop is the Weaver’s Cat, the shop owned by Kath Rutledge and haunted by Geneva the ghost. I put the Weaver’s Cat in the oldest brick building in Jonesborough—Sisters’ Row, a Philadelphia-style row…