A dangerous killer, a psychic, and the coat that has all the answers … Coat of Many Colors: A Maisey Friedman Mystery by Deanndra Hall Releases on January 6th!

Title: Coat of Many Colors

Author: Deanndra Hall

Genre: Cozy Mystery

Release Date: January 6, 2025

A dangerous killer, a psychic, and the coat that has all the answers …

Maisey and Aaron Friedman (Justice for Maisey) are enjoying married life and their new blended family. But everything changes after the social worker’s simple trip to a consignment shop where she finally purchases a coat she's had her eye on.

Despite Aaron deeming the coat "ugly," Maisey still loves the garment, and she’s sure he’ll love it too when she models it for him. But when she wakes up on the floor with her deputy sheriff husband standing over her, concern in his eyes, Maisey knows something is terribly wrong. The coat’s sad origin reveals an unsolved slaying, and without the victim to help them, the Friedmans begin their attempts to solve the case using the secrets the coat reveals in Maisey’s psychic visions as their only clues.

But as they delve deeper into the mysteries of the coat, the murderer refuses to allow them to uncover the truth. Suddenly, Maisey’s security is in question, leaving Aaron and his crew of hometown heroes to strategize ways of keeping her safe while unearthing the identity of the culprit. The coat comes with answers, but will those answers be the catalyst that puts them all in danger?

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The room went black. And then there was a person, their features partially obscured by a hoodie, looming over her and yelling without words, but she could see their lips moving, and they were positively terrifying. Was it a man? A woman? She tried to back up, but she couldn’t. Something was behind her, and the figure came closer. In an instant, there was the flash of something shiny somewhere near the center of her body and she felt the slice of a knife’s blade as it entered her midsection, felt the warmth of blood on her skin, felt herself sinking as the figure bent over her, still yelling, their face even more hidden. There was a flash of light, and she gasped as she opened her eyes. “Babe! Babe, are you okay? Maisey? Talk to me, baby! Are you all right? Maisey, come on. Talk to me.” “Whaaa, what happened?” “You just fell out, honey, flat on your back, like you were in a trance.” “I don’t know. Somebody … Aaron, somebody stabbed me.” He peered down at her. “Honey, there’s nobody here but us.” “No. You don’t understand. Somebody … It was dark, and somebody was coming toward me, and I saw something flash, and I felt it sink into my skin, and there was something warm and wet on my skin, like blood, and I felt weak and tired and …” She stopped. “Did I say anything?” “You were mumbling something. I think it was ‘no,’ but I’m not sure. Can you sit up?” She didn’t get a chance to stand before he bent down, scooped her up, and lifted her in his arms. “I’m okay, really. I think I’m okay,” she said as he plopped down on the sofa and held her in his lap. “Are you sure? We can go to the hospital and have you―” Something felt funny. What was it? It dawned on her in an instant. “Oh, god.” Aaron swept her hair back and away from her face, then grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What? What’s wrong?” “The coat.”

Deanndra Hall is a working author living in the far western end of the beautiful Bluegrass State with her husband of over 35 years and small menagerie of weird little dogs. When she’s not writing, she’s editing. When she’s doing neither of those two things, she’s having dinner with friends, spending time with family, kayaking, eating chocolate, drinking beer or moonshine, or looking for something that she put in the wrong place and can’t seem to find (which is pretty much everything she owns).