They say my peppermint chocolate cupcake is what killed the most hated food critic in New England. I say they're framing me for murder.?My dream of reviving my grandmother's small-town bakery was supposed to be a fresh start. But when Victor Frost took a bite of my dessert and dropped dead at the mayor's Christmas party, I became the star suspect in a culinary cozy mystery nobody asked for. Now, a detective who sees me as a female amateur sleuth cliché is watching my every move, and my future is crumbling faster than a dry shortbread.?The problem is, I know I didn't do it.
And the real killer is still out there, hiding in my quaint hometown, sending me threats and digging up my grandmother's darkest secrets. They think I'm just a baker. They have no idea I've inherited a family legacy of resilience-and a recipe book that might just hold the key to this whodunit.?But as I sift through decades of small town secrets and lies, I'm realizing the poison wasn't just in my cupcake-it's in the past.
And if I don't uncover the truth in time, my Christmas murder mystery will have a final, fatal chapter: me.
They say my peppermint chocolate cupcake is what killed the most hated food critic in New England. I say they're framing me for murder.?My dream of reviving my grandmother's small-town bakery was supposed to be a fresh start. But when Victor Frost took a bite of my dessert and dropped dead at the mayor's Christmas party, I became the star suspect in a culinary cozy mystery nobody asked for. Now, a detective who sees me as a female amateur sleuth cliché is watching my every move, and my future is crumbling faster than a dry shortbread.?The problem is, I know I didn't do it.
And the real killer is still out there, hiding in my quaint hometown, sending me threats and digging up my grandmother's darkest secrets. They think I'm just a baker. They have no idea I've inherited a family legacy of resilience-and a recipe book that might just hold the key to this whodunit.?But as I sift through decades of small town secrets and lies, I'm realizing the poison wasn't just in my cupcake-it's in the past.
And if I don't uncover the truth in time, my Christmas murder mystery will have a final, fatal chapter: me.