Smugglers & Scones by Morgan C Talbot review and guest post


Pippa Winterbourne runs Moorehaven, the Oregon Coast’s quirkiest bed-and-breakfast and former home of world-famous mystery writer A. Raymond Moore. Guests come there to write their own crime novels. When a real-life murder takes a local’s life and washes a handsome boat pilot into her arms, Pippa is yanked into a deadly plot of her own. A tangle of secrets crashes past into present, and Pippa must uncover clues dating back to Seacrest’s Prohibition days, including a secret Moore himself hid from the world.

Juggling her book-writing guests, small-town intrigues, secret club agendas, and a possibly fatal attraction, Pippa must sort fact from fiction to know who to trust before a desperate killer claims a final revenge nearly a century in the making.



Smugglers & Scones is a debut series the Moorehaven Mysteries. We meet some interesting characters along with Pippa Winterbourne her uncle A. Raymond Moore, is the original owner. Since she has modernized and redone a few things she has a lot of writers that come to the B & B.

Pippa has to help Lake figure what happened to the dead man that was in the boat. With he help of the writers and others they set out to figure out what happened.

There are some slow bits in the story but it makes it all worth wild in the read. With excellent characters and story line the reader will be happy with this new series.


Guest Post

I’ve been writing for so long, I can’t remember why I started. I was so young back then—my mother keeps a rhyming poem I wrote when I was four. During my school years, elementary to college, I wrote simply to amuse myself, to capture the brightest ideas that fluttered around the corners of my mind and settle them in jars so that I could watch them dance again and again. Much of my early writing was poetry, with more short stories sprinkled in as I got older. But in college, I got my first novel idea, so I ran with it. And ran and ran… Eight years and 475,000 words later, it finally told me the end. Yeah, that one’s never seeing the light of day. I’d be so embarrassed!

I took a break from writing once I got a proper job. I had friends, I dated—I guess I was just being “normal” for a while. I even got married to a wonderful man, and we went on adventures together. But when we started a family, I quit my job and stayed home all day with a delightful daughter who slept for hours and hours at a time. I was blessed. I was also—when not singing, playing, or going on adventures with her—restlessly bored. With my sleep deprivation, it took me several weeks to understand why. I needed to write again.

I’d tuck her in for a nap right beside me, and I let my ideas flow. New and exciting worlds opened up to me, and I walked their streets, their mountain trails. I remembered why I wrote in the first place. I wanted to visit more than one world. I wanted to dance in all of them.

When my second child was born a few years later, and I once more had a tiny sleeping companion (though less with the sleeping this time around), I decided to look into improving my writing in order to be good enough for publication. Today, my daughter, now 12, is already writing short stories, and I could not be more proud of who she is and who she’ll become.

I’m never sure what got me started on writing, so many years ago. But it’s a bright little piece of my soul, and I wouldn’t be me without it.