Bridge to Nowhere

Author(s): Stephanie Parker McKean

Location(s): Three Prongs

Genre(s): Romance, Suspense

Era(s): Modern

When son Ron orders his chocolate-loving widowed mother, Michal Allison Rice—better known as “Miz Mike” in Three Prongs, Texas, where misfits fit—to act her age (40-something) and mind her own business, he doesn’t understand that Miz Mike doesn’t find mysteries—they find her. So does romance and adventure.
Mike is diligently penning her latest mystery novel in her someday-to-be-famous Pastor Garth Seymour series when a lovely young girl interrupts, begging Mike to find her sister’s killer. Mike tries to explain that she doesn’t solve crimes, she writes about them. Unable to withstand the young girl’s anguish and tears, Miz Mike gears her compassion for action and sets out to solve the murder. Along the way, she solves several lesser mysteries. Unfortunately, when she discovers the truth—no one will believe her.
Adding to Miz Mike’s heartbreak, she nearly loses her secret love, ex-Hollywood cowboy star Marty Richards to the murderer—who proves to be a murderess. She wrecks her faithful vehicle, Old Blue, dodging bullets when she comes too close to the truth. But nothing, including the loss of Marty’s affection and the life-threatening events she suddenly faces in her ineffectual efforts to mind her own business, test Miz Mike’s faith in God more than the kidnapping of her youngest grandson.
Collecting unwanted, unloved and unlovely human misfits like some folks collect stray dogs, Miz Mike further endangers her nascent relationship with Marty when she installs three young, single men on her ranch in an effort to help them. God always gets the last laugh. One of the men, Clint Flavors, who some locals disparage for having a halting elevator between the floors of his mind, helps solve the mystery of the Bridge to Nowhere and recover Miz Mike’s kidnapped grandson.
Challenges remain even after the mystery is solved. Can the slightly overweight and unfit “forties-something” Miz Mike, who nearly always minds her own business, indulge her non-chocolate passion for the delectable Marty? Or will he always remain just out of her reach—sort of like that yellow M&M that rolled beneath the sofa?

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