April is a busy time for Hannah Swensen and her bakery; the warm weather makes folks in Lake Eden, Minnesota, go wild for something sweet. When Hannah hears that the Cinnamon Roll Six jazz band will be playing at the town's Weekend Jazz Festival, she's more than happy to bake up a generous supply of their namesake confections to welcome the band to town.
Before the festival even begins, tragedy strikes when the tour bus overturns. Among those injured is Buddy Neiman, the band's beloved keyboard player. Buddy's injuries appear minor, until his condition suddenly takes a turn for the worse--as in dead. Hannah's no doctor, but she suspects that the surgical scissors someone plunged into Buddy's chest may have something to do with it. Hannah isn't sure just how she'll unravel the mystery, but one thing's for sure: nothing's sweeter than bringing a killer to justice. . .
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CINNAMON ROLL MURDER
By JOANNE FLUKE
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Chapter One"The only problem with leaving four car lengths in front of you is that four cars come in to fill up the space!" Hannah Swensen complained to her sister Michelle, who was riding in the passenger seat of her cookie truck. "I'm going forty. Do you think that's too slow?"
"Absolutely not. It's nasty out there, and anybody who drives faster than forty on a night like this is crazy."
"Or they come from other states and they don't know anything about winter driving in Minnesota. I think I'll pull over as far as I can and let that whole herd of cars behind me pass."
Hannah signaled and moved over as far as she could to encourage the other drivers to pass her. They probably thought she was being too cautious, but a thin film of water glistened on the asphalt surface of the highway, and the temperature was dropping fast. The water would turn into slick ice in a matter of minutes and there was no way Hannah wanted to sail off into the ditch and land in the mud that was just beginning to refreeze from the afternoon thaw.
Some people said that Minnesota had two seasons: Shovel and Swat. Hannah knew that wasn't the case. The land of the frozen north had four seasons—Fishing Season, Duck Season, Deer Season, and Mud Season. This was the first Thursday in April and Lake Eden was having the worst Mud Season on record. In the past three days, Earl Flensburg had used his Winnetka County tow truck to pull eighteen vehicles out of the muddy ditches. This number included Hannah's cookie truck. Twice.
The current road conditions had been brought about by an extremely snowy winter that had yielded a record number of inches. Then, just last week, the days had turned warm with temperatures approaching a positively balmy fifty degrees. This unseasonably warm snap had melted the banks of hard-packed snow that lined the sides of the roads and had turned the shoulders into mud pits. To compound the problem the nights, like tonight, were cold enough to refreeze the water from the afternoon runoff, but the mud in the ditches took much longer to refreeze. Hapless motorists on the highways skidded on the icy film. If they were lucky, they simply ended up in the ditch in need of a tow truck. If they were unlucky, they sideswiped several other cars, resulting in multiple injuries. Warnings about the hazardous road conditions filled the KCOW-TV evening news, but some drivers seemed perfectly oblivious. Until the weather evened out, one way or the other, accidents on the highway would continue to be more common than lost mittens.
Hannah gripped the wheel tightly. Road conditions would improve once they turned onto the gravel road that led to the Lake Eden Inn, but they still had over five miles to go on asphalt that resembled nothing so much as an improperly frozen hockey rink.
The two sisters rode in silence for several minutes and then Hannah glanced over at her sister. There was a smile on Michelle's face and Hannah assumed that she was thinking about Lonnie Murphy, the youngest member of the Winnetka County Sheriff's Department detective squad. They were on their way to meet Lonnie and his cousin, Devin, at the Lake Eden Inn. There they'd enjoy a preview of Sally and Dick Laughlin's first-ever weekend jazz festival by listening to the headliner band, the Cinnamon Roll Six, rehearse for their performance the following night. When the rehearsal was over, the Swensen sisters would help Sally serve Hannah's Special Cinnamon Rolls to the small crowd that had been invited to the musical sneak-peek.
The cinnamon rolls smelled wonderful and Hannah's stomach growled. She hadn't taken time for lunch, and she did her best to resist an almost overwhelming urge to reach in the back and snag one for herself. Only the fact that she had to keep both hands on the wheel kept her from indulging that urge. They'd taken the sweet treats out of the oven at The Cookie Jar less than thirty minutes ago, frosted them, and covered the pans with foil. Then they'd secured them in the back of the cookie truck and headed for the highway. Now the interior was filled with the mouthwatering scents of warm bread, cinnamon, and chocolate, and Hannah was getting more ravenous by the minute.
Michelle gave a wistful sigh. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Those rolls smell scrumptious."
"I was thinking the same thing myself. Maybe we should ... uh-oh!" Hannah stopped speaking abruptly as brake lights began to flash on the roadway ahead. "Holy ...!"
"Cow!" Michelle supplied, finishing the phrase with a much more socially acceptable word than the one that Hannah had been about to utter. "What's going on up there?"
"I don't know, but it looks like trouble. And we're not sticking around to find out!" That said, Hannah reacted almost instantaneously as she wrenched the wheel, pumped the brakes, steered out of a skid, and managed to fishtail onto the curvy access road that led to the Winnetka County rest stop.
Hannah barreled past a speed limit sign that warned motorists to slow to fifteen miles an hour. She knew she was going much faster than that, but she didn't take her eyes off the road to check as she muscled her truck around the icy curves. When she reached the straightaway that ran past the rest stop, she skidded on a patch of ice and came very close to crashing into the faded Minnesota state map with the red YOU ARE HERE arrow pointing to Lake Eden. Still going well over the posted speed limit, her truck whizzed past the metal picnic table and barely missed wiping out on the corner of the concrete block restrooms.
They were deep in the pine forest now and the ice and snow lay in patches on the road. Hannah, the taller of the two sisters, felt her hair graze the top of the truck. For the first time in her life, she was grateful for the masses of curly red hair that cushioned her head. She was seriously wondering how much more swerving and skidding her truck could take before it shook apart, when they hit a pile of snow that slowed them, and the cookie truck came to rest scant inches from the massive trunk of a magnificent Norway pine.
"We made it," Hannah said in a shaky voice, stating the obvious.
"We did. I really don't know how you managed to get us here in one piece."
"Neither do I." Hannah realized that she'd been holding her breath and she took a deep gulp of air. And then, because she felt decidedly lightheaded, she lowered the window for a breath of fresh cold air.
Michelle did the same and then she turned to give her sister an unsteady smile. "That could have been bad, but you turned off just in time, and we ..." Michelle stopped short and leaned closer to the open window. She listened for a moment, and then she frowned. "What's that?"
"More trouble," Hannah answered, listening to sounds of metal striking metal with considerable force. "It's a good thing we got off the highway when we did. It sounds like a really bad accident."
"More than one accident. It's a chain reaction. They're still crashing over there and it must be a massive pileup. Do you think we should go back and try to help?"
"Yes, but first we need to call the sheriff's station. Do you have your cell phone?"
"Right here." Michelle pulled it out of her pocket. "What do you want me to say?"
"Tell them it's a multi-vehicle accident and to come out here right away. There are bound to be injuries, so they should put in a call for ambulances. Tell the dispatcher to alert Doc Knight at the hospital so he can set up to receive the accident victims."
"Got it," Michelle said, pressing numbers on her phone.
"I'm going to try to get turned around and drive up there."
"Okay. It's ringing now. I'll tell the dispatcher what's happening."
As Michelle began to relay the information to the sheriff's station, Hannah turned the truck around. This took several minutes as the road was narrow, and they couldn't be of much help if they wound up stuck in the ditch. Her window was still down and she realized that the squeal of brakes and loud crashes had stopped. With the exception of a car horn that had stuck, the night was eerily silent. And then, just as she was about to pull out onto the access road that paralleled the highway, sirens wailed in the distance. Help was coming, and from the sounds of the breaking glass and impacts they'd heard only seconds before, it wasn't a moment too soon.
Hannah and Michelle traveled forward on the access road, grateful that they weren't in the path of the approaching emergency vehicles. They spotted three squad cars, two ambulances, and the Lake Eden fire truck. All had sirens wailing and lights flashing as they approached the accident scene.
"It's bad," Michelle said, as they got close enough to see the twisted wreckage.
"I know. Look up there on the left about fifty feet ahead. There's a bus upside down in the ditch. And there's so much wreckage spread out on the road, I don't think the emergency vehicles can get to it."
"You're right. They'll have to hike in and it's a ways. Let's get as close as we can on the access road and walk in through the ditch. I took a class in first aid and maybe I can do something to help. At least we can try to get the bus doors open so the passengers can get out."
Hannah drove forward until she was adjacent to the overturned bus. Then both sisters got out of Hannah's cookie truck and hurried down the steep, tree-lined bank.
"Careful," Hannah warned. "It could be muddy at the bottom of the ditch."
Michelle reached the bottom first and turned back. "It's still frozen. It must be because it doesn't get any sun with all these trees."
The snow was deep at the bottom of the ditch and the two sisters waded through it with some difficulty. Then they started up the steep bank on the other side and made their way toward the overturned bus.
"I don't hear anything," Michelle said as they got closer to the bus. "Maybe everyone inside is okay and they're just waiting for someone to come and help them get out."
Or maybe everyone inside is unconscious or dead, Hannah thought, but she didn't say it. That was speculation on her part, and there was no sense in upsetting Michelle until they were able to get inside the bus and assess the situation for themselves.
"It looks like a charter bus," Michelle commented as they got closer. "There aren't any regular busses painted gold. I wish I could read what it says on the side, but the letters are upside down and backwards."
"It's the band bus."
"The Cinnamon Roll Six."
"How do you know that?"
"It says Cinnamon Roll Six on the side."
Michelle was silent for a moment, trying to make out the letters. "You could be right. Can you actually read it, or are you just guessing?"
"I can read it. I taught myself to read backwards and upside down when you and Andrea were kids and I was helping you with your homework."
"But why did you have to learn to read upside down and backwards?"
"It was easier than getting up and walking around to read over your shoulders." Hannah reached out to grab Michelle's arm. "Careful of that pine branch. The bus snapped it off and it's sticking up like a spear."
Another twenty feet and they had arrived at the back of the bus. It was wedged between two trees and it had obviously rammed into a third, even larger tree. From the wide swath the bus had cut through the spirea and gooseberry bushes, it had obviously rolled over and slid on its top to the place where it was now lodged.
"We can't get in the passenger door," Michelle said, walking around the bus. "It's blocked by those tree branches. Don't most charter busses have an escape hatch cut into the top?"
"Yes, but the top of the bus is now the bottom, and it's buried in several feet of snow. We'll have to get in through the back door. Come on, Michelle. Let's go."
Both sisters headed around the bus, lifting pine branches as they went. When they arrived at the rear, Hannah attempted to open the door. "I can't get it open," she reported, stepping back with a disappointed sigh. "The handle won't budge."
"It must be locked from the inside."
"You're right. Let's see if anybody inside can hear us."
"Hello?" Michelle called out. "Are you okay in there?"
They waited a moment or two, but there was no answer. Hannah stepped closer and yelled as loudly as she could. "We need someone to open the back door. Can anyone get there to unlock it?"
The only sounds they heard were the distant sirens of emergency vehicles speeding to the accident site, and the wind whistling through the pines. Inside the locked bus, all was ominously silent.
Chapter TwoThe two sisters waited breathlessly. Hannah was almost positive that they were thinking the same dire thought. Was everyone dead inside the bus? Or were they so badly injured they couldn't even call out?
"I can do it," a faint voice came from the interior of the bus. "I was riding in the back. Give me a minute and I'll get there."
Several moments later there was the sound of a lock clicking, and the back door swung open to reveal a handsome but haggard-looking man with strips of cloth wrapped around his wrist. The cloth strips were holding a screwdriver in place as a makeshift brace. "Are you doctors?"
"No," Michelle answered. "I've had first aid training, but that's about it."
"Who are you then?"
"Two passing motorists who came to help," Hannah explained as quickly as she could. "It may take the paramedics some time to get to you. The road's blocked by the wreckage and they'll have to hike in over half a mile. Is anyone inside badly injured?"
"No. We've all got bruises, but I'm the worst ... un#! less you count the bus driver. Lynnette made this splint for me. She used to work in a doctor's office."
"Lynnette's a nurse?" Hannah asked.
He shook his head. "She was in charge of the appointment desk, but she used to help the nurses when they got really busy. You know, hand them things and stuff like that."
"Do you think your wrist is broken?" Michelle asked.
"I don't think so, but I'm no doctor. I guess I can find out for sure from the paramedics, or the doctors ... if they ever get here."
You're pretty impatient considering the accident happened less than five minutes ago, Hannah thought, but she didn't say it. He'd been injured and she should make allowances for that. "I'm sure they'll come just as soon as they can," she said, giving him a comforting smile. "Two ambulances and a fire truck passed us on the way here."
Michelle stepped closer and examined his splint. "Your splint looks just fine. It's holding your wrist immobile and that's exactly what it's supposed to do. You'll probably need X-rays when you get to the hospital, but you're fine for now. Just be careful not to bang it against anything or try to use your right arm. You don't want to risk injuring it further, especially since you play keyboards."
"You know me?" he asked, looking pleased.
"Not personally, but I know your music. You're Buddy Neiman, the keyboard player with Cinnamon Roll Six."
"That's right." Buddy gave her a long, assessing look. "So you're a fan?"
"I certainly am. Your music is great."
"Thanks. Hey ... maybe you want to get together for a drink or something after we play tomorrow night."
Hannah held her breath. She hoped Michelle realized that Buddy was trying to pick her up.
"That would be nice. I'll be there with my boyfriend and his cousin, Devin. Devin's your biggest fan, and he's the one who introduced me to your music. He's got everything the Cinnamon Roll Six ever recorded, and he plays keyboards with the Jordan High jazz band. He told me he can hardly wait to meet you and tell you how great he thinks you are."
Hannah watched the play of expressions cross Buddy's face. There was disappointment in the fact that Michelle had a boyfriend, regret that he'd asked her to have a drink since she'd assumed he was open to including her boyfriend and Devin, and pleased at the compliment to his musical talent. Flattery must have won out in the end, because he smiled.
"I'd like to meet your boyfriend and his cousin," he said, going into fan mode. "Devin sounds like a nice kid."
"Oh, he is. He's pretty talented, too. He's got a job playing the piano at the Lake Eden Inn during the dinner hour on weekends."
Enough chit-chat, Hannah's mind prodded. Get to what's important.
"You said there weren't any other serious injuries unless you counted the driver," Michelle said, almost as if she'd read Hannah's mind. "What did you mean by that?"
"The driver is dead?" Hannah repeated, just to make sure she'd understood his response.
"That's what Lynnette said. She went up there to see if he was okay, and when she came back, she told us he was dead. It's probably why he went off the road in the first place. I'm thinking it must have been a heart attack or something sudden like that. One minute we were traveling along as smooth as silk, and the next minute we were fishtailing across three lanes of traffic and crashing sideways into the ditch."
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I have loved reading Joanne Fluke's Hannah Swensen Series but after 15 books, isn't it time to start changing the scene a little? I think the biggest mystery of "Cinnamon Roll Murder" was if Norm was going to marry Dr. Bev or not. Truthfully, Hannah really needs to wake up and smell the coffee she professes to love so much. Norm is no better than Mike and both treats Hannah more like property than the woman they supposedly both love. Add that to the fact that Norm is a grown man, actually a dentist so it can be summerized he holds some degree of intelligence, yet, he spent most of this book all moody and depressed because he's allowing Dr. Bev to control his life. Yet typical that Hannah, her sisters, and her mom comes riding in on their white horses to save the day, and of course - Norman. I adore Joanne Fluke . . . I just think it's time for her to start giving Hannah a different prospective on life - other than just Norm and Mike. After 15 books, I just think she's better than either of these two bozo's.
“Mud Season’ has arrived in Lake Eden, Minnesota. Hannah and her younger Sister, Michelle, are enroute with a delicious-smelling delivery of Cinnamon Rolls for the Lake Eden Inn. Innkeepers; Sally and Dick are sponsoring the first Weekend Jazz Festival featuring the well-known “Cinnamon Roll Six”. Hannah’s yummy rolls will be served after the group’s rehearsal. With the unseasonably warm weather during the day, the accumulated snow has melted and frozen on the roadways, creating black ice and extremely hazardous driving. As much as Hannah’s trusty truck is good on Lake Eden’s snowy roads, it is no match for the ice, so after fish-tailing and watching a sea of red brake lights appear on the horizon, Hannah avoids a collision and swerves onto an access road. Others were not so lucky and when Hannah and Michelle trudge through the snow to offer assistance, they discover the tour bus of the “Cinnamon Roll Six” on its roof in a snow-packed ditch. They manage to enter through the rear door and assess any injuries. They find the bus driver is dead and Keyboardist, Buddy Neiman has a possible broken wrist. Hannah and Michelle tend to the shaken group and accompany them to the hospital. Everything goes like clockwork until the slightly injured Buddy Neiman is discovered stabbed to death by none other than Hannah’s Mother, Delores. Delores has been “assisting” Doc Knight as well as becoming leader of the Hospital Auxiliary’s ”Rainbow Ladies”. Who would want to murder Buddy Neiman?? The Band’s groupies; Lynnette and Cammy? Ex-girlfriend Shelby?? Or maybe keyboardist wanna-be, young Devin Murphy?? Was Clayton the bus driver’s death due to a heart attack or foul play?? Does Hannah have two (2) murders to set her already boggled mind to spinning? Luckily, Michelle, Andrea and Delores join the investigation as Hannah receives the one article of mail she has been dreading..Norman and Doctor Bev’s wedding invitation!! She agonizes over whether she should attend or not—and her feelings are raw. After all, she and Norman are still friends. Obligation is one thing—Love is something else. What part does the snowflake bracelet play in this crime? I have to say this is one of, if not the best, Lake Eden volume to date. Fellow Hannah-ites, you will love, love, love the twists and twirls Ms. Fluke has “rolled” between its covers as well as the D-licious recipes including “Tapioca Pie”, “Piggy Chicken” and very special “Peaches and Cream Cookies”. Re-arrange your bookshelf and don’t miss out on this winner!! You won’t be disappointed!! Nancy Narma
This is the last book in this series I will read. I just can't with them anymore. I had to stop reading multiple times because I was dumbfounded at these characters, plot, dialogue, etc, and at myself for spending money after the last craptastic entry. - ENOUGH with the "LOVE TRIANGLE". Hannah is just ridiculous and I can't figure out if she has a case of arrested development, is really that innocent and naive, or thinks boys are icky. Idiots, all of them. - I can suspend disbelief quite a bit and get lost in the story but ENOUGH. Between the sister leaking police info, to the mom going into medical files and impersonating people, to the whole lot of that family lifting evidence from residences, it is just so bad and ridiculous that I actually feel idotic I spent money to read this. - And a big old "I CAN'T" to Hannah. When my reaction to the heroine is the urge to slap her, I'm finished. Hannah is simultaneously a dolt, naive, idiotic, frustrating, condescending, selfish. - There is no character development. Hannah? Same as before. Sisters? Same annoying characters. Mother? Check. I dare say the same dialogue is used in each book. Hohoho, I wonder if Andrea will say something about Hannah's clothes. Maybe the mom will too. Hope the whole town rallies around super sleuth Hannah even though there are police and stuff, and should we ever read about the trial of the murderers we'll probably find out half the "evidence" is inadmissable because Hannah is an idiot ("what is a search warrant? My sisters and I just broke in and took that murder weapom so we could give it to Mike when he comes over at midnight so I can cook for him and maybe he'll put his arm around me! True love") and the other half are her doodles in the lisa frank trapper keeper she uses for her "murder book". The only characters that are likeable and actually have character growth are the dang cats. So basically, I am an idiot for buying this, esecially based on how bad the last few have been. No more.
I am always at a lose trying to describe how I feel about this series. I buy the books and read them as they come out but still somehow find Hannah herself very annoying. The triangle, which never made any sense to begin with, is now completely played out. I don't really see why either man is so patiently waiting for her to figure out her feelings. I like the supporting characters in the book. On a side note, I got this book on my Nook and have to say that the recipes appearing in the middle of the text was very annoying. Can't help wondering if the publisher couldn't put the recipes at the end of the electronic versions. I, for one, don't stop to read a whole recipe in the middle of a mystery.
I used to really enjoy Joanne Fluke's books. They were never partiularly sophisticated, but they were fun and lighthearted. Coming from the midwest too, I always enjoyed the down home settings and characters. However I have to agree with other reviewers about how unenjoyable this last book in the series is. Ms. Fluke seems to have lost her way. The characters seem stale and uninteresting. The plot line, though never particularly strong, seems very weak and uninspired. The whole story line appears to be stuck in a very uninteresting place. Nothing in the series has evolved. Please go back to writing from a place of fun, or please wrap up the series. The last few books are nowhere near as good as the ones in the beginning of the series.
Really badly written... I just finished the first chapter, and it makes no sense whatsoever. The dialog sounds like it was written by a little kid, and the main characters seem like idiots. And the actions performed by the main characters are not what you should be doing if there was a really bad car incident. It was basically like, “Hey look the bus is overturned and stuck in a ditch (HELLO? The people inside must be badly hurt!)… I wonder if I can read what it says on the side UPSIDE DOWN!” Seriously??? One of the worst books I have ever started. Not going to try to finish it.
This book was terrible,
Finally, after fifteen stories, another strong outing for Hannah Swenson and her family and friends in Lake Eden, MN. When a multi-car pileup turns into the murder of a member of the jazz group to play a the Lake Eden Inn, Hannah's on scene right away. Just to make things interesting, Hannah also has more issues with her love triangle, but in this novel, some things seem to become more resolved. You would think she's finally made some sort of decision in this disconcerting love triangle, but you never know.
I have read every book in this series and enjoyed them at first. However, I must admit that now I buy them mostly for the cookie recipes. The whole Hannah/Mike/Norman triangle has gone on MUCH TOO LONG!!! It has become really annoying and does nothing to enhance the stories. I have a feeling that something is going to go wrong with Norman's wedding and we will be back to this "will she or won't she?" nonsense in the next book. Enough, already! Time for a new sub-plot. Please?
The problem with this series is that every time you come to a recipe in the story, you are tempted to stop reading and start baking. But you are so engrossed in the tale, you don¿t want to stop reading! In this installment, Norman is about to marry Dr. Bev, much to everyone¿s dismay. A major highway accident injures some band members, and then things really turn deadly. If you have been reading the series, these characters probably seem like old friends. Are you anxious to attend the wedding? Or just anxious? Hannah is in the thick of things, but can she figure out how it all fits together before it is too late to save the innocent and capture the guilty? See if you can winnow out the truth before Hannah does.
Joanne Fluke's newest mystery will make you hungry for more (both mysteries and goodies). Hannah and her sister Michelle narrowly avoid becoming involved in a multi-car pile up. Unfortunately, the Cinnamon Six's bus overturns when the driver suddenly dies from an overdose of his heart medication. Then the keyboard player, who has only sustained a broken or sprained wrist, is stabbed to death in the hospital with a pair of surgical scissors. As Hannah and her family look for the killer, the reader enjoys a sweet romp through the suspect list. This is fun, easy to read, and contains many delicious sounding (and fattening) recipes. I can't wait to try some of the cookies! Fluke could done a little better job of tying up the loose ends at the end of the book, but as a whole, this is recommended for light reading.
A strong outing for Hannah Swenson and her family and friends in Lake Eden, MN. When a multi-car pileup turns into the murder of a member of the jazz group to play a the Lake Eden Inn, Hannah's on scene right away. Just to make things interesting, Hannah also has more issues with her love triangle, but in this novel, some things become more resolved. You would think she's finally made some sort of decision in this disconcerting love triangle, but you never know.
I couldn't put this book down. I usually can figure out 'who did it' in the mysteries I read but this time, I was guessing until the last minute. While some of my favorie authors have gone stale in their series, Fluke is still going strong! This series is as fresh as it was in the beginning.
Joanne Fluke's Hannah Swenson series is long-running, and as many of these long-running cozy series are, it has become very similar and somewhat tired. But, having said that, I enjoyed this book a bit more than the last few. As usual, the recipes look fabulous, and I like the addition of Hannah's sister Michelle. They make an interesting duo because they are very similar in their tastes and interests. And we actually see some movement in Hannah's relationship with her dentist friend Norman. So, no, this book wasn't a waste of time, and the plot was somewhat interesting. I enjoyed the secret identities revealed aspect and I liked the interaction between Hannah and her friends. It's almost like visiting a fondly remembered old hometown where everyone appears to be familiar, and it's fun to catch up with the people that you knew a long time ago. Hannah and her crew are like that for me - fondly remembered friends.
This is the latest in what I've often called the "sweet tooth" mystery series. I 'd given up on them for awhile because I got tired of our heroine, Hannah Swenson's complete inability to make up her mind about whether or not to marry, and then to choose between two equally eligible (and willing) gentlemen."Cinnamon Roll Murder" is a great improvement over earlier books in the series. The mystery is much more tightly plotted with lots of red herrings to throw the reader off the track of the real killer; the main characters are all involved and engaging, including the cats. Hannah is actually showing some leanings toward one of her beaus (no spoilers), and while we are treated to descriptions of some yummy treats, we are not (at least in the audio version) overwhelmed with a seemingly endless recitation of recipes. Of course, there are a few that sounded so good, I'll be digging out a copy of the print edition to get my hands on the recipes.Hannah and her sister Michelle are on their way to deliver cookies to an event when they witness a chain-reaction accident involving a bus belonging to the Cinnamon Roll Band. The driver and one of the bank members end up dead and Hannah immediately concludes that murder is involved. Essentially, Hannah, along with her sisters Michelle and Andrea, and her mother Delores, band together to form a quasi-official private detective agency to prove their theories and bring the murderer to justice. Using their relationships to the town sheriff, the town coroner, and a deputy, they are able to ferret out information about the current decendent, discover his true identify, and ultimately flush out the murderer. In the meantime, they also uncover some unsavory information about Norman's current fiancèe and help him decide whether to marry her or return to his courtship of Hannah. If you're a fan of the series, you'll love this one. If you've not read any before, this one could easily stand alone.
Blah. Boring. Monotanous. Can she please start a new series? I continue to read this series so I can brag I'm "caught up" on it. Best part of the book? 78 pages of recipes that I could skip.
Hannah and her sister barely avoid being part of a huge pile up during wintry conditions. The driver of the bus for the Cinnamon Roll Six, a jazz ensemble, dies in the accident. The rest of the group and their "entourage" that is riding the bus go to the hospital to be checked out. It's not long before one of them is murdered in the hospital. Meanwhile, Hannah's ex-boyfriend Norman is about to make the mistake of his life by marrying Dr. Bev. Everyone is hoping that someone will be able to break them up before the wedding takes place. The stories somehow work well together in this installment. There are several recipes that sound quite promising. I'm especially wanting to try the green chile cheddar biscuits! There was one minor element to the plot that I did not feel was adequately resolved. It's still an enjoyable read for fans of the series.
I really enjoy this series but too much space is wasted on recipes and not focused on the story.
When the piano player of a jazz band is killed, Hannah springs into action to find his killer. Meanwhile, she's also looking for a way to stop Hannah from marrying Dr. Bev. The characters were great as always, and the mystery was fun. But the Norman/Dr. Bev story was unrealistic. I'm hoping, however, that it is leading to the end of the Hannah/Norman/Mike love triangle.
I love Joanna Fluke’s Hannah Swenson books. I’m on my second reading from the first book to the last published book and waiting for the next book to arrive at the bookstore.