author of the award-winning Downward Dog Mysteries series featuring yoga
teacher Kate Davidson and her feisty German shepherd, Bella.
Murder Strikes a Pose won the Maxwell Award for Fiction and was 2015 Agatha
award nominee for Best First Novel. The third book in her series, Karma’s a
Killer, will released January, 2016 by Midnight Ink.
live in Seattle with their challenging yet amazing German shepherd Tasha. When
she’s not writing, Tracy spends her time teaching yoga, walking Tasha, and
sipping Blackthorn cider at her favorite ale house.
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Yoga instructor Kate Davidson is ready to marry her boyfriend
Michael, so she’s disappointed when a special dinner doesn’t end with a
proposal. But disappointment turns to dismay and outrage as she learns the real
problem: Michael is already married and his estranged wife is blackmailing him.
When his wife’s body is found―by Kate and her dog, no
less―Michael is strangely unable to remember where he was the night she died.
Since Michael has no alibi, Kate steps up to uncover what happened. What she
walks into is a tangled web of deceit, obsession, and immigration fraud . . .
with Michael trapped in the middle.
yelled from the front door, “Kate, get in here!”
didn’t have to ask Bella twice. Bella lunged towards Rene’s voice, practically
dislocating my shoulder. I slipped and slid and tried to hold on as she dragged
me through the front door and down the long bamboo hallway.
laughed and reached toward Bella’s collar. “For goodness sake, Kate. Let her
don’t think that’s a good id—”
metallic clank of the leash’s clasp hitting bamboo interrupted my sentence. One
hundred pounds of pure German shepherd bliss galloped down the hallway, leaving
me in a horrified silence punctuated only by the scrape of German shepherd
toenails against flooring. Not a single room escaped Bella’s inspection. A long
drink from the guest bathroom toilet, a dig in the family room’s rug, and a joy-filled
roll on a bedroom’s queen-sized mattress later, Bella flopped on the deep red
couch across from the living room’s stone fireplace. A storm of silky black
undercoat snowed down on the fabric around her.