Die for Pie: A Freshly Baked Cozy Mystery
By Kathleen Suzette
Ah, September. The beginning of fall, the months that end in -ber, and what I like to call pie season. (And let’s not forget pumpkin spice everything). But just because someone drops dead after eating one of my pies does not mean I did it.
Allie is reveling in the fall season—the crisp morning air, the anticipation of the upcoming holidays, and all the baking she plans to do. But one dead body can change all that. How is her husband, Detective Alec Blanchard, going to explain to the new police chief that his wife did not kill Elvis, even though it appears otherwise? Allie is all shook up over the murder, and not planning on doing the jailhouse rock if she can help it. She and her best friend Lucy will have to find the real killer before they pin the murder on her.
Welcome to Sandy Harbor, Maine, a small town with a lot of heart. And a dead body or two.
Ah, September. The beginning of fall, the months that end in -ber, and what I like to call pie season. (And let’s not forget pumpkin spice everything). But just because someone drops dead after eating one of my pies does not mean I did it.
Allie is reveling in the fall season—the crisp morning air, the anticipation of the upcoming holidays, and all the baking she plans to do. But one dead body can change all that. How is her husband, Detective Alec Blanchard, going to explain to the new police chief that his wife did not kill Elvis, even though it appears otherwise? Allie is all shook up over the murder, and not planning on doing the jailhouse rock if she can help it. She and her best friend Lucy will have to find the real killer before they pin the murder on her.
Welcome to Sandy Harbor, Maine, a small town with a lot of heart. And a dead body or two.