All about. . . Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival by Jodie Morgan @cozycozies

I’m delighted to welcome Jodie Morgan to What Cathy Read Next today. Jodie’s delightfully titled cozy mystery, Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival, was published on 17th September 2025. It’s described as ‘a delightful blend of friendship, food, and sleuthing’. So ideal for fans of cozy mysteries and, no doubt, cheese lovers. Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival is the first book in the Silver Springs Mysteries, with its follow-up, Murder At Goldenleaf Apple Farm, already published.

Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival is available to purchase now in all formats via Jodie’s website.

Read on as I chat to Jodie about creating her main character, how she went about her research for the book, and her writing heroes.

As a bonus, you can also read an excerpt from the first chapter of Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival in which Laura discovers the first sign that trouble is brewing…

About the Book

When cheese becomes deadly business, one woman must slice through lies to uncover the truth…

Laura Evans thought trading her high-stress Boston restaurant career for small-town Vermont charm would bring peace.

Instead, she finds herself knee-deep in cheddar and conspiracy when a body turns up at the General Store after a pre-festival cheese tasting ahead of the Summer Cheese Festival. And her boss Maggie is made the prime suspect.

The festival is less than two weeks away and with the store’s reputation threatened, Laura can’t stand by and watch her new life crumble.

With the help of her observant landlady, Evelyn Chan, she discovers beneath the town’s picture-perfect surface lies a complex web of rivalries, family secrets, and scandals.

And when there’s an entire festival’s worth of suspects, she must separate friend from foe before it’s too late…

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Q&A with Jodie Morgan, author of Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival

Can you give us a brief pen picture of your main character?

While Laura Evans is much younger than I am (almost thirty-eight to my early fifties), she and I share a combination of professional competence and personal vulnerability.

After burning out from running kitchens in Boston’s cutthroat restaurant scene, she’s returned to the Vermont town where she spent summers with her Gran as a child. She seeks a slower pace, and if she’s honest, a reconnection with the person she used to be.

What I like about Laura is she’s observant in the way only hospitality workers are: she notices the tiny shifts in body language most people miss. It’s what made her excellent at managing teams, and a clever amateur sleuth, even though she’d deny it!

She’s also fiercely loyal. When her boss, Maggie, becomes a suspect, Laura doesn’t hesitate to investigate, even though she’s only been in town two weeks. She needs to protect what she cares about, probably because she lost so much of herself.

The book is set in present-day Vermont. What do you think is the secret of creating a strong sense of place?

For me, it’s all about the sensory experience and rhythms of daily life. I didn’t want Vermont to be just a pretty backdrop! I wanted readers to feel the General Store’s wooden floorboards under their feet, smell the maple syrup on pancakes, and hear the cadence of small-town conversations where everyone knows everyone’s business. I think the secret is specificity, and showing your readers those details. Real life is in the smallest things, which make up our day-to-day. And they often become big things!

I also paid attention to Vermont’s geography and culture. For everything I included in the book, before I even thought about writing it into the story, I researched it. Twice. You wouldn’t believe how much time I spent scouring books and the internet!

I’d like to think all that effort was worth it, because something readers have commented on in their reviews was how the book seemed well-researched. Learning so many new things about everything from Vermont to cheese production and from local produce to event planning, has been so good for my mind!

How did you go about your research for the book? Did you discover anything that surprised you during your research?

I approached this from two angles: cheese festivals and small-town Vermont.

For the cheese festival aspect, I went down a delightful rabbit hole researching everything from artisanal cheesemaking to the logistics of running food festivals. I learned about cheese competitions: there are judges who evaluate texture, aroma, appearance, and flavor with the same seriousness as wine sommeliers! As they should! I adore cheese! It’s heartening to know people care so deeply about it.

I also researched Vermont’s dairy industry, which gave me so many interesting insights. It inspired many aspects of the plot, which your readers will discover. For example, did you know Vermont has the highest number of cheesemakers per capita in the United States? Approximately 1 cheesemaker for every 13,000 people!

And the state itself. It’s a gem! The local tourism websites of various towns there were a surprising, yet super helpful resource. I learned Vermont produces over 2 million gallons of maple syrup annually. That’s more than any other state, accounting for about 50% of US production! They also have a rich tradition of all kinds of food production. They have the smallest state capital in the country, and most people live in small rural towns, no doubt where everyone knows each other! Perfect cozy mystery territory.

These fascinating facts are the perfect ingredients for a great story.

Murder At The Summer Cheese Festival is your first novel. Based on your experience, what advice would you give to other first time writers?

It is! It feels extraordinary to say that. I’ve still got lots to learn, but here’s a little of what I’ve learned from others that might be useful:

Write the book only you can write. I spent months second-guessing whether a cozy mystery set at a cheese festival was ‘too quirky’ but those specific, personal touches make a story memorable.

Give yourself permission to write a terrible first draft! My initial version had plot holes galore, characters who appeared without explanation, and clues that made no sense. But I had to write that messy draft to find the story! Revision is where the magic happens, so don’t expect too much from yourself too soon.

Who are your writing heroes?

For sheer plotting brilliance, I have to mention Agatha Christie. I’ve read Murder On The Orient Express several times, and I always notice new layers of misdirection. And Fiona Leitch and Robert Thorogood, authors of The Nosey Parker Mysteries and The Marlow Murder Club, never fail to impress with their plot twists.

Outside of mystery fiction, I’ve adored the works of Meg Bignell, Kate Morton, Joanna Lowell, Susan Cooper, and Philip Pullman. They’ve taught me so much about clever characterization, intricate plotting, heartwarming banter, intriguing settings, and attention to detail, respectively. The books some people write never cease to amaze me.

An excerpt from Murder at the Summer Cheese Festival

The annual Summer Cheese Festival looming in less than two weeks had stirred the town into a frenzy. Everyone had spilled into the café with questions and the latest gossip. Everywhere she looked, someone needed something. A question answered, an order clarified, a hand lent.

“It seems I’ve wiped out the clean mug supply,” Eli said, sidling up to the sink with an armful of dirty dishes. Today’s shirt—always a shade of green—contrasted well with his dark-brown skin.

“Leave it with me,” Laura said, pivoting and pushing up her sleeves. “I’m on it.”

It was good, being part of a team again.

Maggie Brook, the store’s co-owner and Laura’s boss, descended the stairs from her office on the upper level. She was a tall woman with pale, freckled skin who favored simplicity, which reflected in her all-black wardrobe and no-nonsense attitude.

“Is everything ticking along with your team?” Maggie asked Laura, managing a quick smile.

“Keeping pace so far!” Laura replied.

“Just!” Jesse O’Connor added with a grin, selecting pastries for a customer.

“Good, good.” Maggie’s eyes dimmed. “Now brace yourself. The festival week’s no picnic.”

She nodded at them all and spun on her heel, heading to the retail section which occupied the rest of the building’s first floor.

“Cinnamon roll and a latte? Caroline, yours is ready!” Jesse said.

“That’s it!” a woman who must have been Caroline said, grabbing her order.

Jasmine Williams, another General Store employee, emerged from the back rooms. Her red-tipped box braids were pulled back, and she had a Woodland Watch badge—a local land steward organization she belonged to—pinned to her apron. She carried a stack of glossy pamphlets.

“The festival brochures have arrived! I’ll put them on the table under the community notice board.” Jasmine held one up for Laura to see, her smile bright against her dark-brown skin and sharp cheekbones.

“That’s great, thank you!” Laura glanced at the proffered colorful foldout. It detailed event schedules, vendor profiles, and competition categories.

Jasmine smiled. “These are like reading the menu and thinking you’ve tasted the meal. Just wait till you see it in person.”

The kitchen bell behind Laura chimed, and she turned to see a plate of buttermilk pancakes waiting. Anton Reynolds, the General Store’s chef, nodded at her through the kitchen line. “Table three’s order is ready.”

Three golden-brown pancakes were topped with a pat of Whitman Family Creamery butter, a ceramic pitcher of local maple syrup beside them. Anton had added a fresh blueberry and raspberry compote and a light dusting of powdered sugar.

Laura thanked him and took the dish, transferring it to a tray before dropping it off to a delighted customer.

As the morning rush subsided, the café fell into an easy rhythm. Eli restocked cups by the espresso machine, Jesse arranged pastries in the display case, and Laura refilled sugar and salt shakers. The café hummed with conversation and the occasional hiss of the coffee machine.

“It’s hard to believe you left Boston for our patch of Vermont,” Eli said, reaching for another stack of ceramic mugs. “Are you still holding up okay? Two weeks in?”

Laura set down a just-filled shaker. “What can I say? There’s something special about this town. It’s all the thoughtful touches. The café has them too, like the little plant centerpieces. They always make me smile.”

“See?” Eli said proudly, glancing at Jesse. “She likes my succulents.”

Jesse grinned, the expression lighting up their pale face. “Alright, botanical prodigy. I’ll let you win this time…but only because I’m feeling generous.”

Eli rolled his eyes as he prepared a coffee, raising his voice over the hissing steamer. “Anyway, my grandpa always said it was the best little town this side of New England.”

Jesse snorted, adjusting a cinnamon roll in the display. “Of course. The noble lie of the lifelong local.”

“Says the arts school graduate who chose the country over city lights,” Eli said, grinning.

“That’s different,” Jesse said, straightening. “I spent four years in Providence among people who treated exhaustion like a badge of honor. I was unsure what came next.” They shrugged. “I visited here one October two years ago, and the entire valley looked like a painting. Two weeks later, I signed a lease.”

“I’ve heard the fall colors here are breathtaking,” Laura said, polishing water glasses. “My Gran always brought me in summer, so this’ll be my first fall in town. I can’t wait to see it for myself.”

“Let’s just survive the summer rush first,” Eli said. “The festival’s…a little chaotic.”

Laura paused, cloth in hand, glancing at the chalkboard where Jesse had added a festival-themed illustration—a wheel of cheese wearing a tiny crown. “I’ve managed my share of busy shifts, but this’ll be new.”

“New is an understatement,” Jesse said. “The whole town transforms. Every restaurant and café gets swamped with food writers, bloggers, and critics, all thinking they’re the next cheese taster extraordinaire.”

“Speaking of critics,” Eli said, “last year’s festival was something else. Remember that whole incident with Jeremy Blackwood? The poor guy looked as wilted as an over-watered plant when he lost his notebook!”

Jesse rolled their eyes as they passed. “It’s just as well you found his notes for him. He treats them like state secrets.” They must’ve seen Laura’s surprised look, because they continued with, “Once upon a time, his reviews could shutter a place. Now? He’s background noise. The last exposé worth mentioning was years back. Something about mislabeled halibut in Boston’s fine dining scene.”

About the Author

Jodie Morgan is an author & knitting blogger. Her books welcome readers to the charming Silver Springs Mysteries in Vermont, filled with intriguing puzzles, memorable characters, and the satisfying solutions readers love.

When she’s not plotting her next book, you’ll find her reading, savoring a coffee (always with cream!) or doing her latest knitting or crochet project. She loves to travel as it sparks ideas for her stories. Her most satisfying creative moments come from quiet evenings at home with her family.

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Author Interview – The Keeper of Secrets by Maria McDonald @mariamacwriter @Bloodhoundbook

Publication of your novel is always a special day for an author so I’m grateful to Maria McDonald for letting me join in with the celebrations to mark the publication today of her latest book, The Keeper of Secrets. You can read Maria’s fascinating answers to my questions below as well as read an extract from the book.

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About the Book

Book cover of The Keeper of Secrets by Maria McDonald

In May 1917 the Americans sailed into Cork to join the Great War. When they left two years later, they brought their war brides with them, including Lizzie McCarthy. Still reeling from the tragic death of her sister Maggie, Lizzie leaves Ireland hoping for a better life with her new husband Ed Anderson.

Lizzie soon finds that America is not the land of opportunity she thought it was. Despite the obstacles in her path, she makes a good life for herself and her family. Ed’s sisters become her closest friends and allies. At home, Ireland’s bloody civil war ends. Lizzie’s brother Jimmy joins her and becomes part of the family until he feels compelled to return to a new independent Ireland.

But another conflict is on the horizon, and as their family grows and plants roots in America, they take the once-unimaginable step of boarding a plane and visiting Ireland. Once there, will Lizzie finally learn the truth about her sister’s death? 

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Q&A with Maria McDonald, author of The Keeper of Secrets

Q. The Keeper of Secrets is set in the aftermath of the First World War. What attracted you to this period in particular?
A. I am fascinated by this period in Irish history. What happened in Ireland, and worldwide, still resonates today. As a country we finished our Decade of Commemorations last year. Those commemorations marked the 100th anniversary of the First World War, The Home Rule Campaign, The Easter Rising, The War of Independence, The partition of Ireland and the Irish Civil War. It was a complex time in our county’s history.

Q. How did you go about creating your main character, Lizzie McCarthy? Did she change much during the time you were writing the book?
A. A few years ago, I saw a documentary about Irish war brides made by historian Damien Shiels. His research was fascinating and sparked an idea to write their story. Lizzie is an amalgamation of several of those war brides and other strong women I have encountered over the years. The story begins when Lizzie is twelve and her Irish twin Maggie dies in awful circumstances. It ends shortly after Lizzie returns to an Ireland changed beyond recognition. The original title of the book was Lucky Lizzie. It was a nickname her father gave her in childhood and one she felt she earned throughout her life, despite the hardships she had to endure. Lizzie was a born optimist.

Q. How did you approach your research for the book, and did you discover anything that surprised you?
A. The stories of the War Brides were a revelation. I started with the documentary, then looked up Damien Shiels website. From there Google became my best friend. I read newspaper articles, old and new, both Irish and American. There are numerous websites offering information and photographs on Irish history. Because it is a time period in Irish history that I am familiar with, I enjoyed writing Lizzie’s story until she left to travel to America. Then I got stuck. It took some time and a lot of research to decide where she was going to. I settled on Pensacola in Florida. I made that decision based on the history of that area. Construction of the naval base in Pensacola commenced in 1826. I have cousins who live there, emigrants from Ireland in the 1960s.

When I investigated life in Florida in the 1920s, I was shocked by the extent of the Jim Crow laws on legal racial segregation. Like many people I was aware of the racial discrimination in the American south, but I don’t think I understood the impact until I realised that Lizzie would have lived through it. As a young Irish woman in 1919 she would never have seen a person of colour before. But as an Irish woman born to farm labourers on an estate owned by English gentry, she would have experienced prejudice based on her religion, her nationality and her socio-economic background.

Q. Were there any scenes that were particularly challenging to write? If so, why?
A. The scenes where Lizzie and her mother visit her sister Maggie in hospital were hard to write. There are so many Irish women who suffered at the hands of the Catholic church who still have never received justice.

Q. What is your favourite and least favourite part of the writing process?
A. Research is my favourite part of writing. So much so, that sometimes I get lost in the research and forget to write the story. In The Devil’s Own my editor cut whole chapters, where I wrote too much fact and not enough fiction.

Q. How will you be celebrating publication day?
A. I may venture to my local, O’Rourke’s Bar, which has been a feature of the main street in Newbridge for over 120 years and in the hands of same family all that time. It started life as a grocery store cum pub cum off license. The father of the current owner was one of the original firefighters in our town. But it is also a busy week with adult children returning home for Easter. My local bookshop, Farrell and Nephew, are hosting a book launch of The Keeper of Secrets on Saturday 6th April at 2pm. I look forward to that and will celebrate on that day.

Q. What are you working on next?
A. I am currently working on a new book about yet another strong Irish woman. Amanda was born in County Down into a Unionist family. Her father was an officer in the British forces, her friends are landed gentry. She marries Lord Glassdrumman, but her married life is not what she expected it to be. She finds herself drawn to the Irish Literary Revival and to the cause for women’s suffrage. As usual, I have bogged myself down in the research and am now only halfway through writing the story when my first draft should have been finished. I can only say that the stories of these strong Irish women have kept me enthralled. Women such as Maud Gonne, Countess Markievicz, Eva Gore Booth, Alice Milligan, Anna Johnston and Lady Gregory.

I am also working on a joint project with my writers Group. The Ink Tank Creative Writing Group have been meeting since 2018. We published two anthologies in 2019 and in 2020, each raising €3000 for charity, but our latest project was a challenge. We wrote a relay book. The premise was: ‘What happens when a small-town writing group is taken hostage in their local library? Lives will be threatened, and mayhem will ensue. Will anyone survive unscathed?

Seven members of the group took up the writing challenge, while several others took up the task of editing. We didn’t expect the twists and turns our story took but with seven different writers, it was inevitable. The final product is now ready for readers. We launch in Newbridge library on 4th April with all proceeds going to our local Samaritans.


Extract from The Keeper of Secrets by Maria McDonald

Chapter 1 – Knockrath Manor, 1912

It was Da who nicknamed me Lucky Lizzie. I was born in the first minute of the first day of the 20th century. Da said that I brought luck and joy to the whole family, but mostly luck, for it was after I was born their fortunes changed for the better. Our family was offered a cottage on the grounds of the big house Ma and Da both worked in. Primrose Cottage sat at the edge of the woods, its half door permanently open, slivers of smoke trailing into the sky from the open fire which always had a pot of soup or stew bubbling away in preparation for the family evening meal together. My mother insisted that we always ate together. She swore that the family who eat together and pray together, stay together. So that’s what we did.

The Haughton family were in residence in the big house during the summer months and during those months my ma, Catherine McCarthy, spent her morning baking bread and cakes for the family then hurried home to cook and clean for her own family. My da, Mick McCarthy, worked on the estate. He was a large man, hands like shovels they used to say, which everyone continued saying for years afterward, the one abiding memory of Mick McCarthy, big hands, big heart. He would arrive home in the evenings and grab Ma, the two of them laughing as his hands encircled her narrow waist and he danced her around the table, before whisking his children to join in, his rich baritone booming out, warm and engulfing everyone. Our home was a happy one, full of love and laughter.

My sister Maggie and I are what was known as Irish twins: born in the same year, me in January, Maggie in November. Maggie was the pretty one, dark hair, slim figure, everyone said so. Da used to say that she’d steal hearts when she was older. Jimmy was the baby, three years younger than Maggie. Blond, bonny and smart as a whippet, us girls treated him like a doll. We walked the two miles to school in the village every morning and back to the estate in the afternoon. Then after we’d finished the jobs set out for us by Da, we frolicked in the woods, gathering flowers in the spring and berries in the autumn. Da taught us how to grow vegetables in a plot to the side of our cottage and Ma taught us how to make preserves from the berries we picked in the autumn. It was an idyllic life.

I’ll never forget my first interaction with Lord Haughton, the landowner and master of the estate. It was on a summer afternoon when I went to the kitchen door of the big house with Ma’s coat. She had left it on the hook on the back of the door on that bright sunny morning, but the afternoon had brought dull and persistent rain. We had spent the morning picking strawberries. I left Maggie and Jimmy washing them for Ma to make jam when she got home. It was a short ten-minute walk to the back of the big house, and I could feel the rain soaking through my outer clothing as I reached the kitchen yard. I turned to look back but from that vantage point all that could be seen of our home was a wisp of smoke blending into the grey sky. “Good afternoon.” The strange voice came out of nowhere. I stepped back abruptly, my hand to my chest. The outline of a tall, thin person stood in the open doorway of a small building to the left of the yard. Recognising Lord Haughton, I recovered my composure, nodded and curtsied in his direction.

“Hello, sir.”

“And what are you doing, sneaking around the backyard of Knockrath Manor?”

“My mother’s coat, sir. I thought she might need it.”

He beckoned me and, with a glance at the firmly shut kitchen door, I stepped towards him. He lunged forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me forcefully into the shed. It smelt of butter and cream and I realised that it was the outhouse used for making and storing cheese. “And your mother is?”

Stunned, I stared into the face of the master. He was towering over me, taller than my da even, but thin like a rake, with thin pale lips drawn in a straight line.

“Mrs… Catherine McCarthy, sir.” I stuttered over my mother’s name as if I had never said it before.

“And you are…?”

“Lizzie, sir.” And I curtsied again.

“Well, well.” He spun me around. “Quite the young woman now, Lizzie McCarthy. You certainly have grown up since I saw you last.”


About the Author

Author Maria McDonald

Originally from Belfast, Maria McDonald lives in Kildare, with her husband Gerry. After raising four children to adulthood, they are having great fun with their grandchildren. 

Maria is an avid reader who loves to write but only indulged in her passion for writing fiction after retirement. Since then, her short stories and articles have been published in Woman’s Way and Ireland’s Own, as well as numerous anthologies; Intermissions, Grattan Street Press Melbourne; Same Page Anthology, University College Cork; Fragments of Time, Amber Publishers.

Maria is a founder member of Ink Tank Writing Group, based in Newbridge library and contributed to their anthologies, Timeless in Kildare and Let Me Tell You Something.

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