Trouble is brewing for a tea shop owner with a penchant for investigation and her talking corgi in this delightful cozy mystery.   When Emma Reed moved to the Cornish village of Trevena, she was looking forward to making new friends, opening up a small tea shop, and taking plenty of brisk walks with her talking dog, Oliver. But when a valuable motorcycle and an old skeleton are found together under the local pub, Emma’s antique dealing friends David and Charles become prime suspects in a forty year old mystery.  The local gossip is soon flowing faster than tea in Emma’s shop, and old secrets are being unearthed right along with the old bones.    Although David and Charles insist they have nothing to do with the skeleton, they quickly come under police suspicion. To save their friends, Emma and Oliver will need to dig deep... Praise for A Cold Nose for Murder “A baker’s talking corgi continues to act as her secret sleuth…Who can resist an adorable dog and a mystery that takes patient research to solve?”-- Kirkus Praise for the Chatty Corgi Mystery Series "Two paws up! First in a wonderful new series....Take one smart—albeit somewhat reluctant—amateur sleuth, Emma Reed, add an idyllic English village setting, colorful characters, a puzzling mystery, and a talking corgi...and you get the perfect mix of all things cozy."-- New York Times bestselling author Sofie Kelly "Charming...the adorable talking dog, Oliver, will steal your heart."-Abby Collette, author of A Deadly Inside Scoop "Features all the elements of a good cozy...Recommend this one highly to anyone who enjoys British cozies and has no problem with sleuths who chat with their corgis."-- Booklist (starred review) "A promising debut for dog lovers, who’ll delight in the clever talking corgi and his charming owner."-- Kirkus "Fans of dog-centric cozy mysteries will thoroughly enjoy this charming crime-solving duo and the enchanting Cornish setting."- Library Journal “With the setting in a charming Cornish village and a tea shop, allusions to du Maurier novels, and endearing canine companions, this cozy will appeal on many levels.” - Booklist "I liked Emma and rooted for her and I loved the Cornwall setting as well...This was a stellar read."--Mystery Scene Magazine Jennifer Hawkins is a Michigan-based author of cozy mysteries. She's also a mom, binge reader, corgi enthusiast, and a lover of All Things British. For tea, she prefers a second flush Darjeeling with milk. She also makes a killer (so to speak) lemon curd. 1   "Emma!" Liza Greenlaw called from behind the bar. "There you are!"   "Sorry we're late." Emma Reed had to use her shoulder to open the pub door, because she was carrying a cake stand in each hand. Brian Prowse followed close behind with a stack of loaded cupcake carriers.   Oliver, Emma's Welsh Pembroke corgi, wasn't about to wait for the humans. As soon as Emma got the door open, he zoomed past them both, ready to give every ankle in the noisy, crowded pub a good snuffle.   "I had a last-minute call about an order," Emma explained to Liza as they reached the bar. "I needed to go over some lists."   Liza laughed. "I should have known!" Emma's lists were just about as well-known around the village of Trevena as her baked goods and energetic corgi. "Just as long as your lists included my cupcakes."   "Well, you know Emma." Brian hefted the two cake carriers he was holding. "Should be plenty and to spare."   "Well, I also know this lot, and I wouldn't count on it." Liza's tone was dramatically despairing, but a cheerful glint shone in her blue eyes. Liza was a strong, stout, gray-haired woman who ruled her pub with a firm hand. She and her husband, Sam, had taken over the Roundhead when Sam's father, Walter, retired. Now they ran the pub and its brewery with help from their two grown children. The Greenlaws were planning an unusual expansion of the business, and they'd decided to turn it into a celebration. Villagers-mostly other shop owners and local farmers-filled the old whitewashed common room with cheerful, bantering conversation.   "You can just put that lot on the table, if you please," Liza instructed.   "Right away, ma'am." Brian bowed his head humbly.   Emma grinned and threaded her way through the crowd to the loaded buffet table. Brian followed, but Oliver was busy running from guest to guest, barking and wagging his hindquarters in greeting, not to mention shoving his nose into every available corner.   "Grass, sheep, petrol, coffee, seawater, more petrol," Oliver yipped. "Sam, ginger, cats, more cats. Ooo, Biddy and Farley were here, and . . ."   Emma struggled to avoid rolling her eyes. To everyone else in the room, Oliver sounded like a normal, noisy, happy dog. Only Emma heard him "talk." Being able to communicate with a beloved dog was a trait that popped up here and there in Emma's family. Not that anyone would ever admit they actually believed in it. Not out loud, anyway.   It was admittedly v