Bakery owner Hannah Swensen just can’t keep her hands out of the batter when murder stirs things up in Lake Eden, Minnesota, leaving the sheriff dead, a deputy accused, and a killer on the loose . . .
For Hannah, life seems to be lacking a certain flavor lately. Maybe it’s the local sheriff’s election that’s got her down. For years, Sheriff Grant’s been the iron hand in town. But now, Hannah’s brother-in-law, Bill, is giving the old blowhard the fight of his long, dubious career—and Grant’s not taking it well, especially once the polls show Bill pulling ahead.
But before anyone can taste victory, Hannah makes a very unappetizing discovery: Sheriff Grant’s body in the dumpster behind the high school where she’s teaching her cooking class. Worse, the poor man still has fudge frosting on his shirt from one of her cupcakes.
The number one—and only—suspect is Bill, but Hannah’s not swallowing it. Plenty of people had reason to hate Sheriff Grant. Soon, Hannah’s dishing up scandalous secrets, steaming hot betrayals, and enough intrigue to keep the gossip mill at The Cookie Jar going through several pots of decaf. And the closer Hannah gets to the truth, the closer she gets to smoking out a murderer with a very nasty recipe for silencing people . . .
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About the Author
JOANNE FLUKE is the New York Times bestselling author of the Hannah Swensen mysteries, which include Double Fudge Brownie Murder, Blackberry Pie Murder, Cinnamon Roll Murder, and the book that started it all, Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder. That first installment in the series premiered as Murder, She Baked: A Chocolate Chip Cookie Mystery on the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries Channel. Like Hannah Swensen, Joanne Fluke was born and raised in a small town in rural Minnesota, but now lives in Southern California. Please visit her online at www.JoanneFluke.com.
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Fudge Cupcake Murder
A Hannah Swensen Mystery
By JOANNE FLUKE
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2004 Joanne Fluke
All rights reserved.
Hannah Swensen moved to the front of the rectangular box and braced herself. Although she had no specialized training, she felt like a member of a bomb squad who was preparing to disarm an explosive device. Taking a deep breath for courage, Hannah reached forward and released the catch that held the grate in place, jumping back to what she hoped would be a safe distance.
"Good heavens!" Hannah gasped as Moishe shot out of the veterinarian-approved small dog carrier and barreled into the kitchen. She'd had no idea her feline roommate could move that fast. He resembled an orange and white blur with multiple feet, all of them moving at warp speed.
Hannah picked up the carrier and stashed it in the laundry room cupboard. The one time she'd forgotten to put it away, Moishe made inroads on the plastic, and it now looked as if a miniature plow had been digging furrows in the top. At least the plastic carrier had held up better than the cardboard one she used the first time she took Moishe to the vet. By the time she arrived, the cardboard was in shreds and Moishe was out and prowling around in the back of her truck, yowling in outrage.
Pausing in the doorway, Hannah was relieved to hear a loud crunching noise coming from the depths of the kitchen. The early morning trip to the vet had been traumatic for both of them and Moishe was attempting to forget the ordeal by eating. It was a good thing she'd topped off his food bowl before they left the condo.
Hannah grabbed the bag of "senior" kitty crunchies her vet had recommended and carried them to the kitchen. Doctor Bob warned her that some cats rejected new food and he'd handed her a handout of helpful tips that were supposed to transform all cats into eager eaters of senior fare.
Moishe raised his head from his bowl to glare at Hannah balefully. It was the same look one might give to a traitor or an unfaithful spouse, and Hannah immediately felt guilty.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I know you hate to go to the vet," Hannah did her best to explain to a cat who'd never looked more unforgiving. "You were due for your shots and I'm only trying to keep you healthy."
Moishe stared at her for another long moment and then turned back to his food bowl again. Hannah took advantage of this temporary truce to pour a cup of coffee from the thermos she'd filled before they'd left. "I'll be right back," Hannah said to the ears that stuck up over the rim of the food bowl. The rest of Moishe's face was buried in its depths. "I have to change clothes. You shed all over my new sweater."
Moishe didn't deign to reply and Hannah headed off toward the bedroom. Her resident feline always shed when he was unhappy. It wasn't Doctor Bob. Moishe liked him as well as a cat could like the man who gave him his shots and prodded him in undignified places. He just hated the process of traveling there.
Once Hannah had changed into clothing less hairy, she came back to the kitchen to find Moishe sitting beside an empty food bowl. Since there was no time like the present to try out his new cuisine, Hannah dumped in the senior food and crossed her fingers for luck. Leaving Moishe sniffing the new food suspiciously, she slipped into the old bomber jacket she'd found at Helping Hands, Lake Eden's thrift shop, and headed for the door. But before Hannah could grab the battle-scarred shoulder bag purse that contained everything she might need for the day and then some, the phone rang.
"Mother," Hannah muttered in the same tone she reserved for the expletives she tried not to use around her five-year-old niece, Tracey. It had to be her mother. Delores Swensen was a genius at calling at precisely the moment that Hannah intended to step out the door. Sorely tempted to let the answering machine bail her out, Hannah thought better of it. Her mother would only call again at an even more inconvenient time. Giving a deep sigh, she retraced her steps and grabbed the wall phone above the kitchen table.
"Hello, Mother," Hannah said, sinking down in a chair. Conversations with Delores were seldom brief. But the voice that answered her wasn't her mother's.
"I called the shop, but Lisa said you were coming in late because you had to take Moishe to the vet."
"That's right," Hannah said, getting up to pour the last of the coffee into her cup. It was her sister and conversations with Andrea weren't exactly short either.
"There's nothing wrong, is there?" Andrea asked.
"Only with my ears. Moishe yowled all the way there and all the way back. He's fine, Andrea. I just took him in for his shots and his yearly checkup."
"That's good," Andrea said, sounding relieved. "I know how crazy you are about him. Did you take one of Bill's posters to the vet's office?" "Yes. Sue was just putting it up in the window when I left."
"Oh, good. Every poster helps. Have you read the paper yet?"
Hannah glanced down at her purse. The Lake Eden Journal, still in its heat-sealed plastic sleeve, was stuck in the side pocket. "I'm bringing it to work with me. I thought I'd read it when I take my break."
"Look at it now, Hannah. Turn to page three."
"Okay," Hannah agreed, proceeding to do just that. But page three was the editorial section, where she didn't see anything that would account for Andrea's excitement.
"Do you see it?" Andrea asked, an I-know-something-you-don't-know note in her voice.
"It's the election poll!"
Hannah bent over the paper for a closer look at the small box Rod Metcalf had been running in the paper for the past month. Then she let out a whoop of excitement. "Bill's running neck and neck with Sheriff Grant!"
"That's right! I told him we could do it! Of course the election's still two weeks away and anything can happen, but wouldn't it be wonderful if Bill actually won?"
"Absolutely! You've done a wonderful job running his campaign, Andrea."
"Thanks. I've got some other news, too."
"Doc Knight moved up my due date to the third week in November."
Hannah frowned. "Can he do that?"
"Sure. It's all guesswork, anyway. Everybody thinks they can tell, but they can't. Bill's mother says she's sure the baby will be born on election night, but I think she just wants to take my place at Bill's victory party. Mother's holding out for early December. She says I'm not as big as I was with Tracey and it'll be a while yet. Then there's Bill. He thinks I'll have the baby early, like before Halloween."
"When do you think it'll be?"
"On Thanksgiving Day, just as we're sitting down to dessert."
"How can you tell?" Hannah asked. "Is there some sort of sixth sense that expectant mothers have?"
"No, it's just that your pecan pie is my favorite part of Thanksgiving dinner. And I'm looking forward to it so much, I just know I'm going to miss it."
"You won't miss it. If you have to go to the hospital, I'll bake another pie and bring it to you."
"That's so sweet! Thanks, Hannah. I'd better run ... or maybe I should say waddle. My balance is off today. I'll check in with you later."
Hannah said goodbye and hung up the phone. She refilled Moishe's water and told him what a good boy he was. And since he appeared to be eating his senior fare without a problem, she crumpled up the tip sheet Doctor Bob had given her and tossed it in the trash. Then she pulled on her gloves and headed out the door.
An icy wind greeted Hannah as she stepped outside, and she shivered as she descended the stairs to the ground floor. It was only the middle of October, but it was time to think about resurrecting her winter parka. Once she'd gone down another flight of stairs to the underground garage, Hannah headed straight for her candy apple red Suburban, the vehicle all the Lake Eden children called the "cookie truck," climbed in behind the wheel, started it up, and headed up the ramp toward the exit.
Hannah drove through her condo complex, turned left on Old Lake Road, and took the scenic route to town. Its circuitous course wound around Eden Lake and although it was longer than the interstate by several miles, Hannah preferred it. There was something soothing about driving past Minnesota family farms and groves of maple trees sporting colorful fall leaves. She preferred the scent of cool water and aromatic pine to the exhaust from whatever car she happened to be following on the interstate.
As Hannah waited for the stoplight at the intersection of Old Lake Road and Dairy Avenue, she spotted a perfect telephone pole. Since there was no one behind her, she pulled over at the side of the road and retrieved one of Bill's posters from the back of her truck. It only took a moment to tack it up on the pole and Hannah grinned as she stepped back and faced the larger than life-size picture of her brother-in-law's smiling face. The poster bore the legend "Bill Todd for Sheriff" in large block letters and Hannah had promised Andrea that she'd put up at least six posters every day.
Ten minutes later, Hannah pulled into the alley and turned in at the small white building that housed her bakery and cookie shop. Once she'd parked in her spot and gone in the back door, she washed her hands and went through the swinging restaurant-style door into the coffee shop, prepared to relieve her young partner, Lisa Herman. She found Lisa on a tall stool behind the counter, surrounded by a crowd of morning cookie buyers.
"Here she is now!" Lisa called out, looking very relieved to see Hannah. "You can ask her yourself."
The crowd swiveled toward Hannah and she noticed that Bertie Straub had stationed herself in front as the point man. Bertie was still wearing her bright purple smock from the Cut 'n Curl and the scowl on her face inversely mirrored the gold happy face on the bib of the smock.
"Well, it's about time!" Bertie said, glancing pointedly at her watch. "We saw that Bill's ahead in the polls. Do you honestly think he's going to win?"
"Of course Bill's going to win!" It was her mother's voice. Hannah turned toward the doorway to see Delores standing there, resplendent in a fashionable royal blue pantsuit and sporting a "Bill Todd for Sheriff" button on her collar. "And if you don't vote for him, Bertie Straub, you'll have to deal with me!"
Bertie gave an audible gulp. "I'm going to vote for him, Delores."
"I should hope so!" Delores walked over to take Hannah's arm. "I need to see you in the kitchen, dear."
Moments later, Hannah's mother was settled at the workstation with a cup of coffee and two Peanut Butter Melts. Hannah sat down on an adjoining stool and waited patiently while Delores ate one cookie in dainty bites.
"Delicious!" her mother declared, wiping her hands on a napkin. "Have you heard from Norman?"
"Not yet," Hannah said, hoping this wasn't going to turn into a lecture about her reluctance to commit to one particular man. Hannah liked Norman Rhodes and dated him whenever the opportunity presented itself, but her mother believed that any female who wasn't married by the time she renewed her TV Guide subscription for the second time was doomed. Now that Delores had gone into the antique business with Norman's mother, Carrie, both of them were nudging for nuptials.
"Carrie says he's all tied up with the convention," Delores went on. "He's heading up a panel on cosmetic dentistry, you know. It's quite a coup for a practitioner of Norman's age."
"I know, Mother. Norman told me all about it before he left for Seattle."
"Maybe not all," Delores looked a bit smug. "Did he tell you that Beverly is on his panel?"
"Beverly who?" Hannah asked, even though asking wasn't really necessary since Delores was all primed to tell her.
"Doctor Beverly Thorndike."
"Oh," Hannah said, deciding a one-word response was wisest since she had no idea who Doctor Thorndike was.
"Carrie told me they were planning to be married, but Beverly decided she was too young to make that sort of commitment. At least she gave back the ring. But you must know all this so I won't go into it again."
Hannah nodded, even though she knew nothing about Norman's failed engagement to Beverly Thorndike, female dentist.
"That's not the reason I came in," Delores said, reaching into her purse to pull out a recipe card. "I'm sorry I'm late, but here's my recipe for Hawaiian Pot Roast."
Hannah did her best not to sigh as she reached out and took the handwritten card. Hawaiian Pot Roast was her mother's favorite recipe and Hannah had eaten enough of it to last her a lifetime.
"I was in a rush when I copied it. You can read it, can't you?" Hannah glanced down at the recipe and nodded.
"It's not too late to get it in the Lake Eden cookbook, is it, dear?"
Hannah wavered. Saying it was too late would be a handy excuse and it was theoretically true, since the deadline Hannah had given to the other contributors had come and gone. But if she said it was too late to her mother, Delores would never let her hear the end of it. In the interest of family peace, Hannah was obliged to include it.
"It's not too late," Hannah said, earning a smile from her mother.
"Thank you, dear. I know I should have turned it in sooner, but I've been so busy lately with Bill's campaign and the store. And now I'd better run. We're expecting a shipment of Chippewa artifacts and Jon Walker promised he'd stop by to see if he could tell if they're authentic."
Delores gave a little wave and ducked out the back door. Granny's Attic was the next building over and she could dash across the parking lot. Hannah waited until the door had closed behind her mother and then she glanced down at the recipe. "Four cups of sugar?"
Lisa came into the kitchen just in time to hear Hannah's comment. "Is that Rose's coconut cake recipe?"
"No, it's Mother's Hawaiian Pot Roast."
"And it's that sweet?"
"Enough to make your teeth ache. Mother wrote it out for me and she wants it in the cookbook. Do you think that I should ..."
"No," Lisa interrupted, shaking her head. "She'll never forgive you if you don't include it."
"You're right. I'll reduce the sugar, but I can't make too many changes. If Mother doesn't recognize her own recipe, I'm going to be on her kill-now-and-bury-later list for the rest of my life."CHAPTER 2
The last of the customers had left, the front door of The Cookie Jar was locked, and Hannah and Lisa were in the kitchen, mixing up the cookie dough for the following day. Lisa tore off a strip of plastic wrap to cover a batch of Chocolate-Covered Cherry cookies and glanced up at the clock. "Hannah?"
"Hmm?" Hannah retrieved the chocolate she'd melted for her batch of Black and Whites and added it to her mixing bowl.
"It's getting late and you've got class tonight. Why don't you go home now?"
Hannah glanced over at her petite partner and smiled. "You're still a teenager and you're trying to mother me?"
"I'm not trying to mother you. And I won't be a teenager much longer. I'm turning twenty next month." Lisa drew herself up to her full five feet, two inches, but her stern effect was spoiled by the fact that one bouncing brown curl had escaped from her health department mandated hairnet.
Hannah gave her bowl a final stir and reached for the plastic wrap. "Maybe I will. But if I do, I'll come in early tomorrow and do all the baking before you get here."
"Deal!" Lisa held out her hand and Hannah shook it. "Do you want me to help you with your class tonight? Herb's tied up until nine, but Marge said to call her anytime and she'll come over to sit with Dad."
"That's okay, Lisa. I can handle it." Hannah knew that Lisa liked to stay at home with her father whenever she could. Jack Herman had Alzheimer's and Lisa had turned down a college scholarship to stay home and be with him. Things were a bit easier now that Lisa was engaged to Herb Beeseman, Lake Eden's security and parking enforcement officer. Herb's widowed mother, Marge, had dated Lisa's father in high school and she seemed to enjoy spending time with Jack so that "the children" could go out.
Hannah had just finished stashing her bowl in the walk-in cooler when there was a knock on the back door. She walked over to answer it and found Beatrice Koester standing there, shivering in the cold. "Hi, Beatrice. Come in."
"Hi, Hannah. Lisa." Beatrice stepped into the warm kitchen and smiled. "I can only stay a minute. Ted's waiting for me in his truck."
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I just can't get enough of her books. I am on the 9th in her series. They are easy to read. With my husband's cancer treatments, these books are light & easy to stop & continue through all his appointments. And they give me something to laugh at or see humorous during this tough time in my life. Keep on writing & I will keep on reading your books Joanne.
I like these books, they take you out of your world and into Hannah's. I have read 1 thru 5 and reading 6 now. Good Books.
If you love to eat and read, this series is for you. I enjoy the reading. It isn't a rush to the end kind of book. However, it is far better than a lot of the junk I've decided to try. It is finishable. I do get a bit tired of her putting up with the hunk because he is a hunk and not really a good fellow. But, that is personal prejudice. The stories are good. However, I do wonder when the only ones left in the small town will be her small circle of friends. Maybe the cookie lady is doing in everyone just to pin it up on someone she doesn't like?
Loved this book. Great story line. Love that the reader can figure the murder mysteries out along with Hanna and Andrea. I wonder which man Hanna will end up with. Both are great, but I think she has more in common with Norman than Mike. Norman got her Halloween costume when no one else did. Mike might be nice looking, but there is more to an relationship than that. Back to the orginial subject, loved this book.
This is another great book by Joanne Fluke. I love her Hannah Swensen mysteries
True to her series¿ successful addictions, again Fluke provides readers with an anticipated invite into morning routines with Hannah¿s macho cat, Moishe, this time introducing the battle of the Crunchies. This cat continues to do a reader capture, maybe a kidnap. His shenanigans could make a cat-a-phobic warm up to hair balls. Loved the various executions Moishe devised for flavorless Crunchies. The Vet had advised Hannah to cajole Moishe to gobble up Senior Cat Food, with a force-feed-tag included if necessary. Throughout the novel I prayed that Hannah wises up and gives Moishe his 'burger' HIS way. (This was a ruff-n-tumble alley cat prior to Hannah taking him in eating who knew what out of the sewers of life.) Of course Hannah's morning ministrations wouldn't be complete without her unwelcome mother clanging into a busy daughter's life, a mother reviled with relish. Dolores doesn't appear to be a Joan Crawford parading the 'Mommie Dearest' mystique. The mother here is merely a nosey, critical, demanding, domineering, bad taste influence in Hannah's life, a woman who always refers to Hannah, tellingly, as 'dear,' and never hits a good time to step into Hannah's constant rush. It seems that Fluke dearly wants to paint Dolores as a hometown, modern day, sour-milk-mamma, destructive to a daughter's spirit shining gleefully off-beat to her own drummer. Yet, I catch welcome flashes of redemption flickering through devious Dolores's seemingly thin veneer of character. Enjoyed the morning routine twist in this book when Hannah was dreading Dolores's voice on the phone and heard Andrea instead. Liked the fact that Dolores distanced herself a bit from her daughters in this book. Maybe Dolores is stepping out of a warn-out character, turning the tide of interest toward her instead of away? This may be a good sign for those daughter readers who've lost Mom and felt that loss. Also enjoyed the focus on Mike in this mystery, with Norman kept off page somewhere through most of the plot (though I honestly like both these men, almost equally). The draw of Mike's sex appeal is played up well in this book, stimulating Hannah's bemoaned lack of sophistication into steaming up her cookie wagon windows, as she happily learns a little late in life about adolescent auto alignment. Fluke fills up the tank of readers' questions about to whom (when, why, and where) Hannah will give an exclusive commitment. With coffee for blood, this cozy author percolates ongoing, unanswered questions. I closed the book with hunger pangs satisfied, yet with an appetite for the newest hardback in the series.
I really enjoy this series as while you are reading you get some good recipes along the way. This book finds Hannah¿s sister Andrea on bed rest while very pregnant. The sheriff who¿s up for reelection and it is up to Hannah and Andrea to determine who had it out for him. They find themselves needed to clean Andrea¿s husband who¿s running for Sheriff. We also catch a glimpse of a relationship bonding between Mike and Shawna Lee Quinn and it has Hannah¿s temper all over the place. A great enjoyable cookie mystery!
Our intrepid bakery sleuth finds herself another dead body, this time in a dumpster and it's none other than the town's Sheriff. This time though, Hannah Swensen's brother-in-law is a suspect and she, together with her sister, tries to find who might want to kill the man. I didn't think this as good as some of the others in the series because by the time I was halfway through, I figured out who the killer was. I'd recommend this only to die-hard Hannah Swensen fans.
Okay, I¿ll admit it, I¿m a sucker for a cozy mystery series. You give me someone with a fluffy occupation stumbling onto a mystery where she or he manage to outwit the police and solve the crime and I¿m all in. Be they housewives, mystery bookstore owners, southern sisters, or small town bakers I love them. I have an infinite ability to suspend disbelief.I stumbled upon the Hannah Swensen mystery just recently. I know they¿ve been around forever and that¿s good for me because there¿s a nice big back catalog. This is a nice traditional cozy series. None of the murders take place ¿on screen¿ and you¿re never really worried about the central characters safety. And you get cookie recipes. How can you go wrong.The one thing I am having a problem with with this series is I can¿t quite picture Hannah in my head. I¿ll get a picture and then the description of her doesn¿t match what¿s in my head. I don¿t blame the author I know it¿s just me but I just can¿t get it. So, if anyone is reading this series and has a actress in mind I¿d really appreciate a note.I did like the outing, it seemed reasonable for Hannah to be involved (not that that matters much to me) and I love Hannah¿s sister and mother.There¿s an fun side mystery involving the secret ingredient in the titled Fudge Cupcakes. I do wish she¿d get off the stick and pick one of the two men she bounces back and forth between but I know this should last a bit longer. I have yet to try any of the recipes but I will say they all sound yummy and they look really easy.Don¿t go into these expecting challenging writing or even mystery. They are a little formulaic but the character are charming and I have a fun time when I read them and sometimes that¿s all I need in a book.
This was a gift from my 2010 Santa on SantaThing. Although I'm a big fan of crime fiction I'd not come across this series, but as I asked for a comfort read this did not disappoint. Hannah Swenson is a delightful character, I particularly liked her relationship with her cat and how every devious trick she tried to get him to eat new food prescribed by the vet failed. In many ways the murder felt secondary to Hannah's relationships with her friends and family as she tried to clear her brother-in-law, a prime suspect in the murder investigation, but this is a small quibble as this was a fun and undemanding, fast read.
Fudge Cupcake Murder is an enjoyable read like all of Joanne Fluke's novels. They are easy to read and entertaining, the perfect thing to read at the end of a long day work.
Hannah once again finds herself hip-deep in trouble with nothing to fall back on but good instincts and wonderful cookies. The local sheriff is found in the school dumpster, and the main suspect is her brother-in-law Bill. The mysteries in this series may not be mind-benders, but they are fun, not too obvious, and well-written. The side story involves two perfectly nice men who both seem to be in love with Hannah, and her dilemma concerning this embarrassment of riches.
This was my first Joanne Fluke book and I did enjoy the reading. I can say though that it wasn't the type of book that I had trouble putting down. I read this over a three day period during the Snowstorm 2010 in the East of the United States. I had to keep doing different things so, it was good that I was able to put it down for that reason.I like that the author includes recipes in her book, I just wish the serving amounts weren't quite so large. As someone who worked as a cook and managing a kitchen, I know you can't just reduce ingredients to make less servings on some baking recipes.I also found that I had figured out who had done the killing quite a ways back in the book. I think there could have been less detail on some things, which would have made a less drawn out story. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the book. I just didn't LOVE the book.
Hannah once again needs to solve a murder mystery, this time as the sheriff is murdered in a dumpster.Hannah also needs to figure out a secret ingredent in the fudge cupcake recipe (which are good, by the way).A very nice read.
Sitting down with a Joanne Fluke novel is like visiting old friends. Anyone who has followed this series from the beginning has by this fifth novel, invested plenty of money and time, (not to mention emotion) into these characters. As far as this goes, Fudge Cupcake Murder does not disappoint. It is always a treat to catch up with our friends in Lake Eden and to literally see whats cooking. The book opens with Hannah finding yet another body. This time it is the sheriff. Complicating matters, Hannah's brother in law is up against the sheriff in the local election. Could he have murdered the sheriff in an effort to get rid of his competition? My gripes include a mystery that pretty much disappears for the middle portion of the book. Day-to-day going ons seem to trump the storyline. When the mystery does kick into high gear at the end of the novel, all the answers come a little to easily. The romance trianagle between Hannah, Norman, and Mike is really getting tired as well. Something needs to be resolved. I think all the readers can see how this is meant to turn out. All Fluke needs to do is make it happen on the page. This book is recommended to the die-hard Hannah Swenson fans who won't care if the book contains more frosting than cake.
But l swear it was in self defense.
Hannah's brother-in-law Bill is running for sheriff, but then his opponent is found murdered in a dumpster. Can Hannah find the killer before the election? Another good mystery with these great characters
Fudge Cupcake Murder is the fifth instalment of the Hannah Swensen Mystery series. so far the books have not disappointed me, they all deliver a great whodunit to solve with a town full of interesting characters with stories to tell. its full of those stories you find in most real small towns. in this book, its the election for a new sheriff, Bill (Hannah's Bother in Law) is running against Sheriff Jim Grant in the election. Hannah is involving in other activates: gather recipes for the Lake Eden cookbook, tracking down a lost recipe for Fudge Cupcakes, and teaching a baking class at the community center. When she's leaving the community center, she finds a body in a dumpster. It turns out to be the sheriff who was killed while enjoying one of the Cupcakes. The rest of the story is a great whodunit in figuring out who killed the acting sheriff. the characters are great and decent, the one withdrawn is both of Hannah's love interests aren't participating much, Detective Mike Kingston, has to investigate the case where his partner Bill Todd (Hannah's Bother in Law) is the prime suspect, when he knows the guy didn't do it. The other characters and their particular stories fit the small town life style.
Thats so cool
This was a cute, easy and exciting read!