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Raina Sun Complete Boxed Set (Books 1-11) (EBOOK)

Raina Sun Complete Boxed Set (Books 1-11) (EBOOK)

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Escape to hijinks and murders in this 11 book boxed set of the Raina Sun Mystery series. Binge read 2,700+ pages of this addictive series! Exclusive complete bundle on my website.

Join Raina Sun and her grandma as they track down a con man, a hit-and-run killer, and a mugger. Can Raina summon her sleuthing skills to find these murderers before she becomes the next victim?

Books in this set:

1. Raining Men and Corpses 

2. Gusty Lovers and Cadavers 

3. Breezy Bodies and Friends

4. Balmy Darlings and Deaths 

5. Sunny Mates and Murders 

6. Murky Passions and Scandals

7. Smoldering Flames and Secrets

8. Hazy Grooms and Homicides

9. Chilly Comforts and Disasters

10. Fair Cronies and Felonies

11. Airy Allies and Enemies

Catch up with Raina Sun and her senior helpers from the Posse Club. You'll love the small town community, heartwarming family, endearing characters, and an intriguing whodunit in each book. 

 

FROM INSIDE THE BOOK

Raina ground her teeth and ran after her grandma. She held her breath, expecting the curtain to open and the occupants to catch them skulking. The chirping crickets competed with her pounding heart as the muscles on her shoulders tensed. The house next door was dark. 

As she crept toward the window on the side of the house, her gaze scanned the yard for cover. There! Next to the trash and recycle bins was a small shed set back from the house. She touched her grandma's shoulder and pointed at the shed. “Hiding place,” she whispered.

Po Po nodded. Raina pressed her ear next to the opened window.

From inside the house, ice clicked against a glass.

“Want one?” Olivia’s question came out in a slow slur. “I hate to drink alone, but that seems to be what I’ve been doing a lot lately.”

“Sure,” Sol said. 

Raina couldn’t believe she morphed from an amateur detective to a peeping Tom in less than half an hour. 

The voices were low inside the house. If not for the mismatched duo, it might have been considered intimate. Good thing the street was quiet. Glass clinked against glass. Someone sighed.

Raina rubbed her nose. Her allergy medication was no match for the fresh cut grass. She pulled a tissue from the pocket of her shorts and blotted her nose. Would they please get on with it?

Po Po rose to her feet and peered in the crack between the window and curtain.

“I need your help,” Sol said.

Olivia laughed. A low cackle that sounded more witch-like than it should. “Why should I help you?”

The fine hair on the back of Raina’s neck stiffened. She blotted her nose again and peeked into the house.

Sol leaned one hip against the kitchen island, one hand swirling the dark amber liquid in a glass tumbler. If he had been more suave, the move would appear less calculated. As it was, the liquid sloshed high up against the glass. Olivia sat opposite on a bar stool, her back to the window. The pendant lights above the kitchen island left the rest of the room in shadows.

Sol smirked. “Because by helping me, you’ll help yourself.”

Olivia grunted, tossed back her drink, and slammed the glass on the granite counter top. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Natalie owes me.”

Olivia jerked, knocking her glass off the counter. The glass smashed against the tiled floor and shattered. Sol leapt back, surprisingly quick for a man his size.

Raina’s nose twitched again, and she sneezed. The tissue shot from her hands and landed somewhere in the darkened yard. She held her breath as her mouth went dry.

“Damn raccoon! I swear this is the last time he comes into my yard,” Olivia said.

“Sounds more like a person,” Sol said.

A cabinet banged open and several items clattered to the floor.

“What the—” Sol’s voice came out in a squeak. “Put that gun away!”

Raina grabbed Po Po’s arm and pushed her toward the shed. Her heart slammed against her chest, but she kept a step behind her grandma even though she wanted to sprint ahead. The once soothing cricket chirps became a countdown to D-day. The weak moonlight became a spotlight.

Po Po tripped over a tree root and fell with a thud. Raina couldn’t stop in time and crashed on top of her grandma. Her butt landed on something squishy and a flash of pain went up her spine. She gritted her teeth and stood.

The light flicked on by the back door.

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 WHAT READERS ARE SAYING

"Love this new series! It has everything! Wacky family, pets, starting over after divorce, small town, love interest and murder! Can’t wait for the next one!" ~ Debi Paglia

"As with all of her books it reflects the Chinese American culture and is delightful. Aunt Coco is a quirky character who provides a lot of fun for the reader. The book is full of fun characters, humor, great character development, a well-developed plot, and a colorful setting that is well described." ~ Yingko

"This is a fun cozy mystery that includes your favorite kind of crazy… the crazy Aunt trying to make the niece come and stay for a while...It would make a GREAT MOVIE, just saying!" ~Stephanie Villere 

FROM INSIDE THE BOOK

A vehicle pulled up, and a man got out with a lanyard name badge hanging around his neck. I couldn’t make out his name. Even with my contact lenses, I didn’t have 20/20 vision. He was in his early thirties, tall, dark, and handsome. These days, most young men were handsome in a nonsexual way. Actually, younger people in general made me miss my youth. I didn’t know if this was a byproduct of my divorce. Sometimes I felt like I had fallen asleep and woken up a middle-aged woman. I prayed that I’d snap out of this soon. It was exhausting to live with regrets.

The man opened the compartment in his clipboard and pulled out an official document, probably a citation notice. Code enforcement was here. Oh, joy. I wondered if the cops were also on their way.

“Hi, Duncan,” Aunt Coco said, waving at him like they were old friends. “Have you met my niece?” She gestured at me. “Cedar, this is Duncan Spencer.”

Duncan tipped his chin at me and glanced at the pile of lumber on the street. “Now look here, Coco. You know you can’t block the parking spots. I suggest you get someone to move this, or I will have to give you a citation.” His voice was deep and booming like an announcer at a ballgame with a bad microphone.

“I got someone coming over with a forklift,” Aunt Coco said. “We’ll put the lumber in the alley behind the shops.”

Duncan sighed and glanced at the coffee shop. He gave Aunt Coco a long-suffering look. “I’m tired of coming out here every day since you bought this place. Next time, you’ll definitely get a citation. Someone has to pay for my time.”

Aunt Coco bristled. “Then you should give a citation to your aunt for all these false alarms.”

My eyes widened. “Wait a minute. You’re related to Fiona? Isn’t this like nepotism or a conflict of interest?”

Duncan glanced at the overcast gray sky and sighed. He ignored my questions, probably because he knew there was a conflict of interest with his aunt asking him to harass her new business rival. “Coco, you and my aunt need to figure this out. This feud between the two of you is getting ridiculous. Even Everly was complaining about it.” 

A police cruiser pulled up behind the code enforcement vehicle. A uniformed officer got out, and from the body shape, I could tell this person was a woman. I didn’t bother squinting at the name badge. It would take a miracle for me to make out the letters.

“Speak of the devil.” Duncan tucked the clipboard underneath an arm and stepped back like he was getting ready to watch a show. He didn’t even need a bowl of popcorn to make it obvious.

The officer stomped over with a scowl that twisted her heart-shaped face. She was about my age, but powerfully built. She probably trained daily like an athlete. Her uniform was crisp, clean and pressed, and the badge clipped to her belt glinted in the sunlight. Her dark brown hair was showing signs of gray at the temples and pulled back in a no-nonsense bun.

“Hi, Everly,” Aunt Coco said, smiling serenely like this was a routine visit. Maybe it was. “Do you remember Cedar?” She gestured at me. “The two of you were in elementary school together.”

“It’s Chief Blunt, ma’am,” the woman said.

I didn’t remember having a friend called Everly Blunt. The only person I knew who came close was Evil Bun, but she was the school bully. What was the bully’s real name? I squinted at the police chief. Who cared? It was a long time ago. And I didn’t believe Evil Bun had what it took to become a cop anyway. That girl was trouble and got suspended more times than I had fingers. She probably continued to travel down the wrong side of the law and stayed there.

Chief Blunt turned to look me in the eye, and I shifted my gaze to the faint line of a long-ago scar on her chin. Shifting my gaze probably made me look guilty, but cop eyes always felt like they could see into my soul. I peeked up, and the chief was still staring at me, unblinking. This was getting creepy.

I studied her chin, and something tingled in the back of my mind. That scar looked mighty familiar. I had seen it before. And it hit me. The scar was a keepsake from my charging head butt. My heart sank, and my grip on the column loosened. I tumbled off the boardwalk and fell onto the road. Luckily, it was only a twelve-inch drop. I stumbled and bumped into Duncan.

Oh no. Maybe Evil Bun didn’t remember me. After all, the fight had happened more than thirty-five years ago.

Duncan grabbed my arm and hauled me up. For a skinny guy, he had a lot of strength. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Just feeling a little lightheaded.” Which was true. I didn’t think Evil Bun would frame me for anything, but she might detain me for amusement. I jerked my thumb towards the tea shop. “I should probably go inside and sit down for a bit.” And hopefully, Evil Bun would be gone by the time I “felt better.”

“I’ll come with,” Chief Blunt said. “I have some questions for you, Weird Wood.”

My answering smile wobbled. I didn’t know why I expected to blend into the background. In my childhood, folks in town adopted children from the same county. Whereas, I was the Chinese orphan from China, and I stuck out no matter how much I twisted myself into a pretzel to fit in. I cocked a hip and planted a hand on it. “It’s Cedar Woods. Come on. You’re a professional now, so act like one.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to kick myself. Aunt Coco’s grin grew even wider. Duncan’s jaw dropped, just like the kids in the playground did on that fateful day when I’d dared to stand up to the school bully. Sure, I had gotten beat up, but I didn’t make it easy for Evil Bun.

Chief Blunt gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry, ma’am. That slipped out.” She rubbed the side of her chin where the scar was located.

The hair on the back of my neck stiffened. A fake polite Evil Bun meant she had learned to hide her evil ways. If I were to stay in town, there would be payback. Luckily, I wasn’t staying.

Chief Blunt continued to stare at me. “Duncan, can you get your aunt? I need to take her statement.” She rested her hand next to the holster on her hip, the fingers brushing the handle of her gun.

I shivered at the gesture. If this wasn’t a threat, I didn’t know what was.

“It’s a good thing we’re out in the middle of the street,” Aunt Coco said, crossing her arms. “If you plan to shoot us, I’m glad there will be witnesses.” 

“The generosity of the annual budget gets me one box of bullets,” Chief Blunt said. “And you two are not bullet worthy.” She pulled out a notebook and flipped to a blank page. “Let’s hear your side of the story, Cedar. Why are you threatening Fiona with a hammer?”

I explained what had happened. “It’s a misunderstanding.” 

Chief Blunt scribbled on her notepad. “So your aunt was having a yelling match with Fiona?” she read from her notes.

From what I had gathered so far, this sounded like a regular occurrence between my aunt and the coffee shop owner. Why was Evil Bun making it sound like I had the motivation to threaten Fiona? Was she trying to invent a reason to haul me into jail? That would be so unethical...so evil.

“Voices were raised, but I wouldn’t call this a yelling match,” I said, glancing at my aunt. 

Aunt Coco came over and stood next to me, so now we were both flanking Chief Blunt. With both hands on her hips, my aunt said, “There was no yelling match. Fiona is looking for any excuse to make trouble for me. You’ve been called out here for one thing or another several times a week. I don’t know about you, but I am tired of this harassment. Can this be considered a hate crime?”

Chief Blunt paused, her pen poised over her notebook. “What do you mean?” 

“I’m Chinese,” Aunt Coco said.

“Are you playing the race card?” Chief Blunt said.

“Will it work?” Aunt Coco said.

Chief Blunt rubbed her temple. “Since Fiona also harasses the other coffee shop owners in town, I don’t think she’s targeting you because you’re Chinese. This is an equal opportunity harassment.”

“Oh.” Aunt Coco looked crestfallen. “I was hoping to get to play the sympathy card in my next Survivors Club meeting.”

The Survivors Club was my aunt’s book club. The ladies discussed self-help books to help them overcome their grief. Apparently, it worked better than therapy.

Chief Blunt glanced at me, then at my aunt, and back to me again as if to say it was my responsibility to control my aunt.

I blinked back at Evil Bun and gave her a blank expression. Fat chance I would rein in my aunt. If I had to deal with my aunt’s circular logic, then everyone should have their share of the frustration too.

Someone screamed, and something crashed to the ground. The noise came from the coffee shop. Chief Blunt drew her gun, leaped up on the boardwalk, and dashed inside the shop.

I gaped in shock at the police chief’s rapid movements, and the shop door slamming shut behind her. The last time I had moved that fast was when I was in high school. Mental note to self—do not get into any kind of physical altercation with Evil Bun. She was definitely out of my weight class.

Aunt Coco was already at the coffee shop door when I finally stopped gathering wool. “Are you coming, girl, or are you planning to catch flies with your open mouth?”

I joined my aunt, and the two of us stepped inside. The coffee shop had wood-paneled walls and dim lighting with a bar up against one wall, giving it an old-fashioned saloon vibe, which felt strange for a coffee shop. 

The scent of burned coffee—the scent you would find in the middle of the night at a diner off the highway—was overpowering. Fine coffee was more of a hope and prayer in this establishment. There were a number of tables and chairs, but the shop was empty. No customers. No wonder Fiona was afraid of competition.

We stepped through the double saloon doors to the kitchen. Both Chief Blunt and Duncan had their backs to us.

“Everything okay?” Aunt Coco called out.

My gaze dropped to the floor, and I gasped in horror, covering my mouth with my hands. Fiona was stretched out on the floor, her eyes closed. If it weren’t for the puddle of blood, I would think she was sleeping. Next to her motionless body was a bloody hammer.

 

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Joyce927
Raina Sun- one of my favorite series!

I became a fan after reading my 1st Raina Sun book 7 years ago. Anne Tan is one of my favorite authors, and I love her books. I always pre-order her books as soon as I find out she has a new release upcoming.

These are actual mysteries, not fluffy romances disguised as a mystery.There is some romance in the stories that is not the over-the-top predictably sappy type, but a natural relationship struggling to survive.

Each book is a stand alone mystery, but reading them in order allows you to understand all of the main characters and their relationships. There are three main characters; Raina, a young Chinese American woman who becomes involved in some mysteries in the first few books as an Armature detective then decides to become a private investigator. Her grandmother PoPo, the Chinese name for maternal grandmother, moves to Gold Springs where Raina is a graduate student in the first book. Their combined antics are laugh-out-loud funny. Matthew is a police detective, and it is revealed in the first book his marriage to Raina when they were young had been annulled, but he is always involved in whatever Raina is investigating. Their relationship continues to grow throughoutthe series. There are several other recurring characters, and they all seem like friends from having read all of the books in the series.

Ms. Tan has written an intriguing series with intricate plots and genuine, well developed characters. There are many interesting insights into Chinese culture that are seamlessly woven into the narrative. These cozy mysteries keep the reader engaged, not wanting to put the book down through all the twists in the plot until the surprising conclusion. I highly recommend them to all cozy mystery fans.

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Virginia Healy
Raina-ing on Murder

Delving into another culture is always interesting. Raina Sun and her grandmother team up to solve murders. Raina grows more confident during the series, but she can't control her grandmother who has a mind of her own and adds a lot of fun and laughs. Highly recommend binge reading this series.

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Kathryn Ashe
One of my very favorite series

I’ve loved this series from the release of the first title. I’ve preordered the first day available for every new book in the series. so I can’t delay starting to read. Full disclosure, I have been fortunate to receive ARCs, but still have paid with advanced ordering for all anyway, because I just feel that’s fair.

The characters are people one would love to meet and spent time with in the real world. The stories always keep you moving alone, with great plotting and story telling.

This collected set is such a good value, readers should take advantage of it.

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Debi Paglia
Such a good series!

One of my favorite series! The main characters are people that you would like to know. The settings are nicely described and give you a feeling of being there. the mysteries are entertaining and I can never guess who the “bad guy” is! They are fast-paced and keep your attention. Ms. Tan has such a good sense of humor and adds it with great success! I’d recommend these books to everyone!

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Deb carr
My favorite cozy sleuth for 2023!

I love all of the cozy mysteries from the book club, and have several very favorite authors. Raina Sun is my most recent read, and I love her. I can identify with her curly hair and knack for getting into trouble.. I also love the closeness of the Chinese family unit. The grandmother, affectionately called popo, is also very entertaining. Thank you to Anne R. Tan for writing such amusing mysteries. So far they have kept me guessing till the very end! I have finished volumes one and two, and cannot wait to get into volume three and the rest of the series. Reading about Raina keeps me out of trouble!