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Beagles Love Layer Cake Lies (PAPERBACK)
Beagles Love Layer Cake Lies (PAPERBACK)
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PAPERBACK. BOOK 4 OF THE BEAGLE DINER MYSTERIES.
8 bakers, extra quirky pets—and a murder!
How many amateur sleuths does one town need?
When Lyra St Claire, ex celebrity chef, needs help with a wedding that means a lot to her, she does something she thought she’d never do again.
The plan is simple. Invite promising bakers from other small towns nearby to show her how good they are. What better way to test them than by running a competition? She’s already met one of them who would be perfect, even if the woman’s reputation for solving crimes makes Lyra nervous. After all, she can hardly comment on that!
Of course, during the last competition she judged someone was murdered—surely that won't happen again?
If you love cooking wrapped around a mystery, then this is the series for you!
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Maggie sat beside Lyra’s mother drinking coffee at the counter.
A cup waited for her and she took a gulp of the hot liquid. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Lyra managed on a sigh of bliss before noticing her mom’s eagerness. Usually Patricia St. Claire would be in the diner baking at this time of the morning.
Waving a sheaf of papers, Maggie demanded her attention. “The contestants will be arriving at the hotel soon.”
Lyra checked her watch. “And?”
“You need to get down to the conference room there to greet them.”
“Of course I do.” There was plenty of time so Lyra pointed to her cup. “Can I enjoy the lull before the storm for five minutes first?”
“Sure, I just thought you might like to go over their applications before you go. You know, get a handle on who they are and why they entered the competition.”
Lyra shrugged. “I already did that.”
“Okay, but don’t you want to brush up?” Maggie raised a perfect eyebrow. “You always used to pour over the applications for days.”
“That was back when the shows were televised and the stakes were much higher for the contestants. This is a more laid-back affair and we’ll have time to chat to each person without having to do extra takes that filming requires.”
“It’s a bit late for keeping it low-key, dear,” Mom told her. “The press have been here since yesterday, and I believe they are camped out at the hotel already.”
“From what I’ve heard, this press group are nothing like what I experienced with the Paparazzi in LA. It will all be fine. Trust me.”
Mom frowned. “Naturally, we all hope for the best, dear, but I agree with Maggie that we can’t be too careful.”
