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by Jane Hinchey (Author)
Jo McKenna didn't even know nipple hair was a thing until she hit fifty. Now it's a full-time job managing the ecosystem.
One minute she's shaving her left areola, the next she's identifying her best friend's dead husband at the Byron Bay morgue. Awkward, but survivable. Or it would've been-if Jo hadn't buried the bastard in the bush the day before.
Gary Wilson, being the inconsiderate prick he always was, doesn't stay buried. Instead, he turns up sprawled across a public beach like an unwanted Deliveroo order-very much dead, and very much not where Jo left him.
Now Jo's neck-deep in suspicion, secrets, and one increasingly attractive homicide detective who really needs to stop showing up with his rolled sleeves and ridiculous forearms.
Detective Sergeant Nate Callahan doesn't do small-town drama. Or chaotic suspects with smart mouths and a talent for misdirection.
But something about Jo McKenna has his instincts on high alert. She's hiding something-and he'd bet good money she'd do just about anything to protect her best friend. Even murder.
As threats escalate and the attraction between them simmers dangerously close to boiling point, Jo has to uncover who really killed Gary before someone decides she's the next problem that needs eliminating.
Well, Sh*t is a Midlife Murder Rom-Com - a laugh-out-loud mystery with a side of grumpy/sunshine romance, menopausal chaos, and the kind of friendship that brings a shovel without asking questions.
