Cozy Mystery
Date Published: 01-28-2026
Publisher: Secret Staircase Books, an imprint of Columbine Publishing Group,
LLC
Praise for this amazing cozy series by multiple award-winning author Mary
Seifert:
2024 Chanticleer International Book Awards – Semi-Finalist – Mystery &
Mayhem category
2024 Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award – Top Pick – Cozy Mysteries
2024 International Impact Awards – Winner – Books in a Series
“…. a solid 5 out of 5 stars. For those seeking not just a
mystery but an immersive experience, Mary Seifert’s debut novel [is] the
perfect companion for a cosy night in, a cup of tea, and a journey into the
heart of a captivating mystery.” – Maverick, Movies & Murder,
Online Book Club.org
“…an intricate mystery with plenty of action and suspense. Plus, I
like the dog.” David Housewright Edgar Award winning author of Something
Wicked
“From navigating small town life to solving puzzling murders, Katie and
Maverick are a delight.” —Mindy Mejia, international bestseller
author
“Immediately captivating! Katie and Maverick are destined to become a
notable amateur sleuth team in the mystery world.” –Connie
Shelton, USA Today bestselling author
“I thoroughly enjoyed this debut book by Mary Seifert! This well written
and thoughtful story kept me engaged with fun characters, interesting
information and mind and math puzzles. Looking forward to book two!”
James, 5-star online review
“Fun read! The author has an authentic voice and has done her research.
The plot covers many topics: dogs, history, the inner workings of hospitals,
family dynamics, and more. I especially enjoyed the puzzles and little-known
historical facts that were part of the story. Maverick, Movies & Murder
kept my interest and left me wanting more. Highly recommend!” Beth,
online 5-star review
“…very much looking forward to her next!!! I can’t get
enough of Ms. Seifert’s books!!” – proudarmymom, 5 stars
“…plenty of unanticipated twists and turns. It kept [me] up
reading to see what was going to happen next!” – RHN, 5 stars
online
“Maverick, Movies, and Murder isn’t merely a cosy mystery; it’s a
literary embrace, a narrative that unfolds in layers, revealing both the
familiar and the unexpected.” OnlineBookClub.org review
Excerpt
“I can’t imagine you didn’t inherit my ability to sit still and do absolutely nothing. I’m the king of procrastination.”
I laughed. “This from a man who plans every minute of his day.”
“Yes, but I make certain I plan all my sitting-still time first. I might have some ideas for you.”
Poised to take note of Dad’s constructive contributions, I said, “Do tell.”
He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “You could pick up a new hobby.”
…
“I could teach you to cook. Maybe. Or you could bike.”
I plopped my elbow on the table and supported my cheek in my hand. “You and Ida have tried to teach me to cook. It’s been practically impossible, and there’s only so much biking I can do.” I shook my head yet listened for something novel.
“You could sleep in.”
“Tried that.” I side-eyed my pup and exhaled.
“You could learn a craft like … crocheting or knitting.”
Two more words made the list. He waited for an enthusiastic response, which didn’t happen, but nuggets of ideas turned over in my head as I chewed my final morsel of bacon. Our landlady, Ida Clemashevski, was a creative whiz not only at cooking, but with her passions of art, acting, music, and probably crafting as well.
“There’s always fishing,” he said, cautiously optimistic. “Or get a part-time job?”
I jotted a few words next to his recommendations and drew a fish.
Dad asked, “What’s that?”
Having confirmed my lack of any artistic talent, my sketch disappeared under scribbles. “I’ll think about taking up a hobby, but meanwhile, it seems I’ll simply have to resign myself to mundane chores …” I hopped up. “Nothing exciting. Something like doing the dishes.” I juggled the serving platters, plates, and silverware and deposited them in the sink, leaving the delicate cups for a second trip.
Soap foamed under the cascade of hot water, and I scrubbed slowly to eat up at least a portion of my free time. Although Dad reached for a towel, I shooed him out of the kitchen, knowing how much he valued his predictable weekday schedule: a hearty first meal of the day, a one-mile walk around the neighborhood—rain or shine, an in-depth read of the newspaper from cover to cartoons, an exercise class at the Y, and his volunteer stint at the
library.
“No doubt, by week’s end you’ll have discovered a new and more streamlined method for doing dishes. You know I love you.” He kissed my forehead and headed for the door and a day of sunshine. “But we’ve got to keep you occupied and out of trouble, or you’ll never get rid of the crazy nickname you earned.”
I called to his retreating back, “Just because I’ve been in the wrong places and involved in the resolution of several serious crimes, I really don’t think I deserve the moniker ‘Katie Wilk, the murder magnet.’”
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