To Fudge or Not to Fudge (A Candy-coated Mystery, Band 2) - Softcover

Coco, Nancy

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0758287127 ISBN 13: 9780758287120

Verlag: Kensington, 2014

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"Fun characters, quaint setting, mouth-watering recipes." --RT Book Reviews

Life is sweet for Allie McMurphy, proud owner of Historic McMurphy Hotel and Fudge Shop on Mackinac Island--until murder and deception leave a bitter taste. . .

Mulch Ado About Murder

With summer in bloom and tourists afoot, Allie is out walking her pup, Mal, when the curious canine digs up a bone from under a flowering lilac bush. The bone leads to a toe that's missing a body. For the successful confectionaire it's only the first in a series of sour events in the middle of the island's Lilac Fest. When her stint on a cooking reality show swirls up a trail of foul play, Allie will have to outwit a cunning killer if she wants to continue living la dolce vida. . .

Praise for All Fudged Up

"Fun, lively." --JoAnna Carl

"A sweet treat with memorable characters, a charming locale, and satisfying mystery." --Barbara Allan

"A sweet confection of a book." --Joanna Campbell Slan

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Nancy Coco is the acclaimed author of the Candy Coated Mysteries, the Oregon Honeybee Mystery series,  a number of romantic suspense novels, Western historical romances, and four additional mystery series written under the name Nancy J. Parra. An Air Force veteran who rose to the rank of sergeant, Nancy is a member of an online group of female veterans—Military Women Who Have Turned Sword to Pen (RomVets.com). She is also a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. Nancy lives in Oregon with a Bichonpoo affectionately known as “Little Dog” on Facebook and Twitter. Visit her online at www.NancyJCoco.com.

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To Fudge or Not to Fudge

By Nancy Coco

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2014 Nancy J. Parra
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-8712-0

CHAPTER 1

"A lilac by any other name still smells as sweet."

"Mal, get out from under that lilac bush," I called. It was almost time for the Lilac Festival, and my bichon/poodle puppy Marshmallow had fallen in love with the thick mulch that was spread under the lilacs. For some reason she found the bushes next to the Town Crier, Mackinac Island's newspaper, to be the most enticing.

I tugged on her leash. Mal dug in her heels and refused to budge. Like a fisherman fighting a hook, I reeled in the leash. This served to pull on her pink harness and drag one stubborn doggie out from under the bush one inch at a time. "Come on, Mal, let's at least pretend I'm in charge," I muttered and pulled harder.

As the proud yet harried owner of a 121-year-old hotel and fudge shop, I'd walked down to the newspaper to place a want ad for a part-time maid to help fill in during the busy times. Mackinac Island was known for its quaint Victorian feel. There were no cars. In fact, they were banned from the island. Only bicycles and horse-drawn carriages filled the streets.

Mal was a gift from my dear friend and reservation manager, Frances Wentworth. The puppy was supposed to keep me safe from evildoers. She had done her job well last month when I found myself investigating my grandfather's best friend's murder. I kind of had to as he had been murdered in my utility closet.

Still, on the days when she wasn't protecting me, Mal had a tendency to boss me about. Especially when it came to doing things she was interested in doing ... like sniffing under lilac bushes—instead of what I was supposed to be doing ... placing an ad in the paper.

"Come on, Mal, I need to get this errand done before noon." I yanked on the leash. Suddenly she popped out from under the bushes with a bone in her mouth.

I did a double take. Was that a sock hanging from that bone?

Surely not, but on close inspection it had an argyle pattern like a sock. It was knitted like a sock. Okay, so there was a huge hole in what appeared to be a heel like a sock. But then Mal loved socks. Maybe other dogs did too. Maybe, just maybe, some dog buried their bone in their favorite sock. It could happen, right?

I mean, what were the chances that the sock belonged to the bone? Slim to none. Right?

Mal proudly dropped the sock-wrapped bone at my feet and nudged it as if to show me what she found. Her little stubby tail wagged.

"I sure hope that's not what I think it is." I poked it with my white Keds. There was no way I was going to pick it up.

She pushed the bone toward me, wagged her bobbed tail, and darted back under the lilac bush. "Mal, come on, I have work to do." I yanked on her harness only for her to prance out from under the bush. This time she had what looked like part of a shoe in her mouth. She shook the shoe as if to kill it. Dirt and mulch went flying, along with hard pieces that hit my legs with a thump, thud, thump.

Those hard pieces had toenails painted a neon orange.

The spit dried up in my mouth. Adrenaline washed through me. I did what any sane person would do. I scooped up my dog, yanked the shoe out of her mouth, dropped it next to the sock bone, and ran straight into the Town Crier.

There was no way I was going to be alone outside with portions of a dead person. I mean really, what if whoever it had been had been attacked by a wild animal and dragged under the bush to be saved for a later meal? Or worse. What if the animal was a rabid creature using the remains as bait? It could be true. There was no way I was going to hang around and find out.

"Dogs aren't allowed in here," said an older gentleman with a white beard, a balding head, and reading glasses perched at the edge of his nose.

"Right." I faced him and held the door closed with my body. Mal leapt out of my arms and sat down to stare at the old guy as if to dare him to kick her out.

He stared at me. "The dog ..."

I found my voice. "Just dug up remains from under your lilac bush."

He drew his bushy white brows together over his dark brown eyes. "Excuse me?"

I swallowed and cleared my throat as I fumbled for my phone. "Call 9-1-1. I think there's a dead guy under your lilac bush."

"A dead ... what?" He stood and took a step away from me, using his desk as a shield between him and the crazy woman at his door. It would have been funny if I weren't the crazy woman.

"Person," I said. "Well, not a whole person. A part of a person who wears argyle socks and leather shoes ... oh, and paints their toenails orange."

He picked up the phone and hit a single button. "Hi, Charlene," he said. "Get Officer Manning over here, will ya? There's a crazy woman in my office. No, she doesn't appear to have a weapon, just a small white dog. Um, hmm, hold on. Are you the McMurphy girl?"

"Yes," I said, my hands fumbling with my phone. After last month's trouble I had Officer Rex Manning's number on speed dial; I hit the button.

"The one who found Joe Jessop dead in a utility closet?"

"Yes." I put the phone up to my ear and listened to it ring.

"It's the same crazy woman," the man said into his phone. "Right. Okay. Bye." He hung up the phone and sat down slowly, watching me with narrowed eyes as the ringing on my phone dropped me into Rex's voice mail.

"Hey, hi," I said into my cell phone. "I hope you're on your way to the Town Crier. I'm pretty sure Mal dug up a dead person."

I hit the END CALL button. The old man studied me, and I studied him. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled something out. Then he slapped it down in front of him. It was a rabbit's foot. Ew. Okay, I'd seen enough disembodied feet for one day, thank you very much.

"What is that?"

He raised his right bushy eyebrow. "If you don't know I bet the dog could tell ya."

I sighed and crossed my arms. "It's a rabbit's foot. I know what it is. I wanted to know why you got it out."

"Because I don't know how to make an evil eye." He tipped back in his chair, and it squeaked.

"An evil eye?" I shook my head, dazed. "I don't get it."

"It wards off bad omens and such," he said and reached over to adjust his placement, ensuring the rabbit's foot sat square between him and me.

"Um, okay. I'd join you behind your rabbit's foot, but I'm currently busy making sure the door stays closed."

"Now why would you be doing that?"

"Because there is a killer out there. It might be a wild animal. It might be a serial murderer. Either way, there is going to be a door between me and it." I hated to sound smug, but really, a strong wooden door was a lot better at keeping a rabid animal away than a rabbit's foot.

"Well, there, see, that's where we disagree."

"We do?" I scrunched up my eyebrows.

"As far as I can tell the bad luck is already inside with me."

"What? Where?" I glanced around, but there were only three of us inside: me, him, and Mal.

"I'm looking at it." His gaze was steady on me.

"You mean me?" I pointed to my pink polo shirt.

"You're the only one in this room that finds old men dead and seeing as how I'm an old man ..."

"But you're not dead," I tried to reason with him.

"Thus the rabbit's foot."

"Okay, seriously, I don't know what you heard, but I did not murder anyone."

"I didn't say you did."

"But you just said ..."

"That you have been known to be alone when you find old men dead." He shrugged....

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Kensington
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0758287127
• ISBN 13: 9780758287120
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 352
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Kensington Publishing Corporation; http://www.wmg.com/; ; 1633 Broadway ; New York, NY 10019 ; USA
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