I’ve only baked a dozen cream puffs at my Granny B’s bakery and I’m suspected for murder In this hillbilly town.
I never thought I’d move back to Bar Harbor, the smallest town ever.
But, inheriting my Granny B’s Bakery has given me a chance to do what I love, bake again.
How was I to know I’d be accused of murder?
The victim, a local food critic known for her harsh reviews, drops dead with my half eaten, maple cream puff in her hand.
My Review: The food critic was dead in a pile
of autumn leaves. The only thing in her hand was a cream puff from Sammy’s
bakery. Now Sammy was a prime suspect. I enjoyed the refreshing and witty voice
of Sammy as she stumbles through the clues to clear her name. A quick and easy
mystery!
Rating:
4 stars
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