Meow there, little goat. What is your name and your author’s name?
My name is Petunia. And the author that stuck me in her book is Jodi Allen Brice.
Welcome both of you to Sneaky the Library Cat’s blog.
What book(s) have you appeared in? Please list them and their genre.
I have appeared in Promise Kept by Jodi Allen Brice (Small town romance), Promise Made by Jodi Allen Brice ( small town romance).
Are you in a series? If so, please give information about it.
I am! I’m in the Harland Creek Mystery Quilters Series. This is a new series where Dove Agnew has come back to the small town of Harland Creek and she’s the one to discover the crime. Well, the quilting ladies of Harland Creek decide to help her solve the mystery, and of course, they can’t do it without my help. I’m pretty smart for a goat.
I bet you are but most likely not as smart as a cat, especially not a Siamese like me.
Are you based on a real goat such as your author’s? If so, please give further details.
Sadly no. My author has this thing for baby goats. She keeps watching them on facebook videos instead of writing the next dang mystery (The Mystery of the Drunkards Path). Anyhoo, she decided to write me into her stories since the home owner’s association wouldn’t look too kindly on her sticking a goat in her yard. I personally don’t see the big deal. I mean, she’s got two swans on the lake. What’s one more animal?
I think your author has found a good way to satisfy her interest in goats.
Can you share an excerpt from one of your books that features you in an important scene? If so, please include it.
Sure. Let me set up the scene. So Dove, the main character, finds a body in her mother’s quilt shop. And she faints at the sight of blood. So some of the quilting ladies come to the shop to help clean up the scene. I come along, well, because they tend to take me everywhere. So Dove has to watch me while the ladies work.
Agnes let out a laugh. “I think that alone should clear you as the murderer. Come on Weenie. Let Dove hold Petunia’s leash and we’ll get the floor cleaned up.”
“Thank you.” I walked out of the room with Petunia, while Agnes and Weenie got busy cleaning up the crime scene.
Petunia spotted a quilt on the wall with appliqued flowers and walked over there.
“It’s not real flowers,” I told her and leaned against the wall. “Thank you guys for doing this. I know it’s a big favor, but I appreciate it,” I called out.
Weenie poked her head out of the room. “Are you kidding? This is more exciting than watching Perry Mason in the evenings.” She grinned and then disappeared back into the room.
“I’ve never seen a real-life crime scene before. Much more blood than I expected.” Agnes called out.
My stomach rolled, as I slid down the wall. I felt a tug on the leash and looked over at Petunia. She was gnawing on the edge of the quilt hanging on the wall. I crawled over and pulled her back.
She narrowed her goat eyes at me and let out a bleat.
“Everything okay out there?” Agnes asked.
“Petunia is trying to eat a quilt.”
“She’ll eat anything. Keep a sharp eye on her.” Agnes chuckled.
Petunia reached over and began chewing on my hair.
“Eww. Stop that.” I pulled out of her reach. “Come on. There are some leftover snacks in the back.” I stood and led the goat where we kept the coffee pot. I tied her rope to the handle on a cabinet and opened the plastic container of snacks that Elizabeth had dropped off. When I held out a sweet treat, she gobbled it up.
Since we had to leave the quilt shop so fast after the murder, no one had time to clean the coffeepot. I quickly dumped the old coffee down the sink and cleaned up the pot.
“We’re done.” Weenie appeared in the doorway. “Come have a look.”
I untied Petunia’s rope and followed Weenie back into the room.
I stepped inside and was pleasantly greeted with the scent of lavender.
“We cleaned everything with Clorox and then sprayed the air freshener. Have a look and make sure we got everything before we leave.” Weenie cocked her head.
I knelt and glanced at the steel rack which held the client’s quilts. I looked at each quilt on the bottom, ensuring there had been no blood stains. “I don’t see anything.” I cringed as I reached my hand underneath the rack where I couldn’t see. My hand brushed against something. I pulled back my hand and noticed a white powder on my fingertip.
“Look, I found something.” I held up my hand. “Looks like medicine.”
“Could be cocaine.” Agnes offered.
“In Harland Creek?” I frowned.
“You never know. I’ll get a zip-lock bag out of the back and we’ll scoop it up.”
“But shouldn’t I call Dean and let him know?”
“If he was any kind of police chief, he would have found it himself.” Agnes scowled.
I looked at Weenie. She nodded her head in agreement with Agnes.
“Fine. Get the Zip-lock.”
Agnes returned with a quart-size bag.
I reached my hand back under and my finger came across something hard this time. I pulled it back. It was part of a white pill.
“Look. I bet this pill is part of that powder.” I put the pill in the bag.
“I bet that belongs to the killer.” Weenie offered. “I bet it’s some kind of narcotic, and Gertrude was selling them. It could have been a drug deal gone wrong.”
I frowned. “You see that on Perry Mason?”
“No. Matlock.” Her eyes sparkled.
“You know she owned that RV campsite on the edge of town. I heard she was letting a lot of suspicious characters rent from her.” Agnes cocked her head.
“This might sound mean and unchristian, but I’m glad she’s gone.” Weenie admitted.
Agnes and I looked at Weenie.
She wrung her hands together. “It’s just that she did a lot of bad things to people. She always bailed her druggie nephew out of trouble. She cheated people and was a thief, and even ran a dogfighting ring before the police caught wind and she had the animals put down. If there was any way she could make a buck, Gertrude would do it. And the way she talked to poor Mildred…” Weenie shook her head. “I have to admit something. I kept praying for God to take her away. ” She gave us a strained look. “You don’t think this is my fault, do you? You don’t think God took her because I prayed for it?”
I stood and placed my hands on her shoulders. “Weenie, I don’t think God works that way.”
She gave me a grateful smile.
I frowned when I heard footsteps. I looked over at Agnes. “Are you expecting anyone?”
She shook her head.
I stuck my Zip-lock bag in my pocket, grabbed Petunia’s leash, and walked toward the front of the store.
A man in his late twenties was standing over the cash register. Despite the heat, he was wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans.
“We’re not open.” I stated. Agnes appeared at my elbow and I was grateful for the support.
He glared at me. His face was skeletal and his eyes, dark and sunken into pale skin. He shoved his hoodie back and snarled, his discolored teeth looking more like an animal than human.
“You. You’re Dove.” He raised a bony hand and pointed in my direction. “You murdered my Aunt Gertrude.”
His words had knocked the wind out of me, and it took a few seconds for me to respond to his ludicrous accusation.
“I did not.”
He shook his head. “That’s not what the cops said. They found her here, and you were the last to see her alive.”
“Well, the cops are wrong.” I stated. Petunia let out a bleat in support of my innocence.
He looked down and frowned when he spotted Petunia. “That’s a goat.”
Agnes shoved past me. “Yes, and she’s an attack goat. She’s trained to attack. You better get out of here before you make her mad.”
His eyes widened at her words, and he took a step back. Petunia bleated again, straining against her leash.
He shook his head but never took his eyes off the goat. “I heard you two arguing the night she died. You won’t get away with this. You’ll pay for what you did to Aunt Gertrude.” He turned and sprinted out the door.
Great excerpt. Thanks for sharing.
What do you like most about your role in your authors’ books?
I like the fact that goats are finally getting the recognition they deserve. We are loyal, smart, not picky eaters (some times we get carried away), and like to help clean (mainly by eating everything in sight).
I know some cats that eat everything in sight, too. My author says her cat, Harry, is one of these. Luckily, as a cat character, I don’t need to eat but that doesn’t stop me from looking for all the goodies the library characters in Cobble cove leave out for me.
Are you a talking goat in your books or just a silent one like I am who just makes noise occasionally?
I’m a silent goat. I bleat. But I can type up a storm. Just look at me go!
You’ve done a great job. I still need my author to transcribe my cat scratches.
What advice would you give other goat characters?
Stay true to yourself, enjoy life, stay humble.
I’ll pass those words of wisdom on.
Do you have any new books coming out? Please give dates and details.
The Mystery of the Tea Cup Quilt released on September 5. The next book, The Mystery of the Drunkards Path will release in January.
Are you and/or your author on social media? If so, please list your links.
Thank you. It was nice having you on my blog, Petunia. I’m sharing your author’s blog tour below.
Mystery of the Tea Cup Quilt – A Cozy Mystery:
Harland Creek Mystery Quilters
by Jodi Allen Brice
About Mystery of the Tea Cup Quilt
Mystery of the Tea Cup Quilt A Cozy Mystery: Harland Creek Mystery Quilters
1st in Series
Setting – Mississippi
Guardian Ink LLC (September 5, 2022)
Paperback : 214 pages
ISBN-10 : 1953854966
ISBN-13 : 978-1953854964\
Digital ASIN : B0B83Y31YN
GoodReads Link – Coming Soon
Hi! I’m Dove Agnew, former successful dress designer who was living the high life in New York, until my sleazy business partner used my business to move his drugs, leaving me to pack my ruined reputation and move back home to the tiny town of Harland Creek.
Despite the setback, all was going relatively well until I found Gertrude Brown’s body on the floor of my mom’s quilt shop. Now, rumors are flying and all eyes are on me. I’m a murder suspect! Even my ex-boyfriend, the current chief of police, is suspicious of me.
Now, it’s up to me to clear my name and find out who the real killer is before someone else gets hurt. But I’m going to need help, and the Harland Creek Quilters, and a goat named Petunia, are just the group to get things done.
Welcome to the new series set in the beloved town of Harland Creek.
With the quilting club ladies and a sidekick, which happens to be a goat, this book will keep you guessing and laughing out loud!
About Jodi Allen Brice
Jodi Allen Brice has written numerous books under different pen names. Under Jodi Allen Brice she writes women’s fiction, small town clean sweet romance, and cozy mysteries.
She transitioned away from paranormal romance in the year 2020 when the virus hit. She still writes about lovable characters who overcome the impossible to get what they want. You’ll find yourself laughing and crying when you are reading her books. She is also an avid quilter and camping. Sometimes she does both at the same time!
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