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Dying to Read
Twelve readers. Twelve riddles. One deadly book club.
Olemann’s Books offers the best book clubs in Rockland—with each member chosen to ensure intellectual and literary stimulation as well as good, clean fun.
But the first Thursday night meeting in January opens with a twist no one saw a challenge they can’t refuse.
Each month, the twelve members must solve a cryptic (and sometimes incomprehensible) clue, read the book it references, and show up for their meeting ready to discuss it. Sounds easy, right?
It is… unless you miss the meeting. Or read the wrong book. Then someone dies.
The members call their mysterious tormentor the Puppet Master, but no one knows who pulls the strings—not to mention why. Despite the best efforts of a determined detective, no one can figure out who’s behind the threats—or how far he or she is willing to go.
Months pass, friendships form and fail, secrets surface, and even unexpected romances make everything even more complicated. Just as they grow careless, one member dies, and the proof is there on a morgue slab. This is no game.
Anyone could be next. Not only that, one of their own may be pulling those strings. Almost all of them have motives. Then again, motives don’t make you guilty.
Do they?
Dive into this "will they/won't they" book club mystery today and see just who is left standing and who's responsible.
Olemann’s Books offers the best book clubs in Rockland—with each member chosen to ensure intellectual and literary stimulation as well as good, clean fun.
But the first Thursday night meeting in January opens with a twist no one saw a challenge they can’t refuse.
Each month, the twelve members must solve a cryptic (and sometimes incomprehensible) clue, read the book it references, and show up for their meeting ready to discuss it. Sounds easy, right?
It is… unless you miss the meeting. Or read the wrong book. Then someone dies.
The members call their mysterious tormentor the Puppet Master, but no one knows who pulls the strings—not to mention why. Despite the best efforts of a determined detective, no one can figure out who’s behind the threats—or how far he or she is willing to go.
Months pass, friendships form and fail, secrets surface, and even unexpected romances make everything even more complicated. Just as they grow careless, one member dies, and the proof is there on a morgue slab. This is no game.
Anyone could be next. Not only that, one of their own may be pulling those strings. Almost all of them have motives. Then again, motives don’t make you guilty.
Do they?
Dive into this "will they/won't they" book club mystery today and see just who is left standing and who's responsible.
- GenresMystery
348 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 22, 2026
About the author
Chautona Havig
281 books1,874 followers**fingers skittle across the keyboard. Stop. Eyelids blink over the top**
Oh, was this bio day? Oops! I forgot. I was lost in my latest manuscript. Umm... bio. Yeah.
Hi! I’m Chautona Havig. (for those who care, that’s Shuh-TONE-uh HAVE-ig). Yeah. Just work with me here. I should have used a pseudonym, but when you grow up with a name like Chautona, it kind of sticks.
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near. ~ Hebrews 10: 23–25
Those aren’t just words on a page for me–they’re why I write. I write to encourage my brothers and sisters in Christ. The stories I create are to make people laugh, cry, question, consider.
They’re for you.
When the world screams for hope, I try to point you to the true Source of hope–Jesus.
Sometimes life in the church no longer seems a refuge from the pain of a self-serving world around us, but through my stories, I try to point you to the only Refuge that can truly help–the Father’s Everlasting Arms.
And sometimes we just need an escape from the monotony, the emptiness we see around us. We need joy, laughter–what I like to call “just the write escape.”
Christian fiction without apology or pretense–lived, not preached.
What does that even mean?
It means I care–about you. About your walk with Jesus. I care about the words you put before your eyes, the mental pictures those words conjure. It’s difficult to express just how much I love my brothers and sisters in Christ. It’s difficult to share just how much I love you.
But I do.
And I write for you. I sit in my little house in California’s Mojave Desert and I write to show you why one sister believes one thing, why a brother believes another. I write to show you how some Christians handle trials or triumphs–for you. So when you’re faced with something–good or bad, it doesn’t matter–maybe it’ll spark a memory. Maybe that memory will smolder until you pull out your Bible and see what the Lord said about it–about His great love for you. For YOU!
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll share that love with another hurting, confused, or blessed-with-more-than-she-knows-what-to-do-with soul.
I just happen to think that’s the most blessed giving anyone could hope to receive.
Oh, was this bio day? Oops! I forgot. I was lost in my latest manuscript. Umm... bio. Yeah.
Hi! I’m Chautona Havig. (for those who care, that’s Shuh-TONE-uh HAVE-ig). Yeah. Just work with me here. I should have used a pseudonym, but when you grow up with a name like Chautona, it kind of sticks.
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near. ~ Hebrews 10: 23–25
Those aren’t just words on a page for me–they’re why I write. I write to encourage my brothers and sisters in Christ. The stories I create are to make people laugh, cry, question, consider.
They’re for you.
When the world screams for hope, I try to point you to the true Source of hope–Jesus.
Sometimes life in the church no longer seems a refuge from the pain of a self-serving world around us, but through my stories, I try to point you to the only Refuge that can truly help–the Father’s Everlasting Arms.
And sometimes we just need an escape from the monotony, the emptiness we see around us. We need joy, laughter–what I like to call “just the write escape.”
Christian fiction without apology or pretense–lived, not preached.
What does that even mean?
It means I care–about you. About your walk with Jesus. I care about the words you put before your eyes, the mental pictures those words conjure. It’s difficult to express just how much I love my brothers and sisters in Christ. It’s difficult to share just how much I love you.
But I do.
And I write for you. I sit in my little house in California’s Mojave Desert and I write to show you why one sister believes one thing, why a brother believes another. I write to show you how some Christians handle trials or triumphs–for you. So when you’re faced with something–good or bad, it doesn’t matter–maybe it’ll spark a memory. Maybe that memory will smolder until you pull out your Bible and see what the Lord said about it–about His great love for you. For YOU!
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll share that love with another hurting, confused, or blessed-with-more-than-she-knows-what-to-do-with soul.
I just happen to think that’s the most blessed giving anyone could hope to receive.
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October 5, 2026
Fun read! The mystery only grew the further along I got in the book, and just when I thought I knew what was going on, more mystery was added! 😂 Great story, great characters ( I hope I get to see more of Xander and Mary Margaret Montmorency in another book!), and a fun mystery!
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