C A Phipps
Honey Cake and Homicide (PAPERBACK)
Honey Cake and Homicide (PAPERBACK)
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PAPERBACK. Book 8 in The Maple Lane Mysteries series from USA Today Bestselling author C. A. Phipps.
Wedding singer blues, one deadly kiss, and a cake fatality!
Excited to finally wed her childhood sweetheart, Maddie’s plans for the day suddenly take a horrible turn when a body is found in the most unlikely place.
This spectacular whodunnit has Maddie, Big Red, Gran and the groom, aka the sheriff, scrambling for answers when one of the Girlz looks guilty of murder.
Will they find the killer in time for the festivities to go ahead, or is Maddie’s perfect day doomed from the start?
If you loved Murder, She Wrote, you’ll enjoy this bakers style because Maddie’s not taking no for an answer either.
The Maple Lane Mysteries are light cozy mysteries featuring a quirky cat-loving bakery owner who discovers she’s a talented amateur sleuth.
Each book contains an easy recipe or two.
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Gran burst through the back door.
“Wow, news travels fast.” Maddie smirked.
“I saw Bernie driving off and couldn’t see the point in waiting for you to call me,” Gran said a little breathlessly. “Hello, Camille. How are you dear?”
Camille jumped up to kiss her. “Just fine, thank you, Mrs. Flynn.”
“Now, now. You know to call me Gran after all this time.”
“Of course—Gran. You look wonderful as usual.”
With her pink cheeks and trim figure, Gran looked younger than her seventy years, and though she waved away the praise she looked pleased by it.
“You are a charmer, just like your father and uncles. How are they?”
Camille's smile was still there, but it lost some of its brightness. Maddie wasn’t the only one to notice.
Gran tutted. “What’s happened sweetheart, are they okay?”
“It’s n-n-nothing.” Camille’s chin wobbled.
Maddie pushed the coffee mug toward her. “You know we won’t let it rest at that.”
“Luke, come and help me move the…thing. By the counter.” Laura nodded to the shop entrance.
He blinked. “What thing?”
She glared at him and jerked her head more forcefully.
His eyes widened as the penny dropped. “Oh, yeah. That thing.”
Camille smiled as they left. “They’re so nice, just like you said.”
Gran took a seat beside Camille and placed a hand over hers while Maddie brought a teapot as well as cups and saucers to the table, and once they were settled they waited for their guest to begin.
Camille took a few gulps of her coffee then leaned back in her chair. “The uncles have picked out a husband for me.”
“What?!” they said simultaneously.
Camille nodded. “That’s right. I’m getting married sometime soon.”
“Can we assume by your face and tone that you don’t want to marry this boy?” Gran asked carefully.
With a telling shrug, Camille chewed a fingernail. “I wouldn’t choose him for myself.”
Maddie shrugged. “So you'll say no, right?”
