Quiet, unassuming pastry chef, Mallory, surprises the staff of the Roastery on 33rd by moving into a posh new building.
In an effort to try and fit in with the well-heeled residents who are now her neighbors, she enlists the help of graduate-turned-barista, Paige, and Paige’s boyfriend Rohan.
The trio hand delivers fresh hot cappuccinos door to door, to defrost the rather cold-mannered residents, in the midst of a wicked snowstorm.
It seems as though Mallory’s optimistic plan might just be working…until a body is discovered.
Just when things seem like they couldn’t possibly get any worse, residents begin receiving accusatory letters that make it fairly clear that the killer just might still be in the building.
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In an effort to try and fit in with the well-heeled residents who are now her neighbors, she enlists the help of graduate-turned-barista, Paige, and Paige’s boyfriend Rohan.
The trio hand delivers fresh hot cappuccinos door to door, to defrost the rather cold-mannered residents, in the midst of a wicked snowstorm.
It seems as though Mallory’s optimistic plan might just be working…until a body is discovered.
Just when things seem like they couldn’t possibly get any worse, residents begin receiving accusatory letters that make it fairly clear that the killer just might still be in the building.
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My name is Raelynn Kitt. My friends call me Rae. My ex calls me Kitten, which is only one of the many reasons he’s my ex. But that’s not important. I have a confession to make.
I’m Rae, and I’m a shoe-aholic.
There are no church basement support groups for my addiction. No first-year chips to mark my progress in kicking my habit. Which wouldn’t matter anyway since I haven’t conquered it.
Not even close.
In fact, I blame my addiction for the recent chaotic turn of events in my life. Yes, a dead body turns up. Yes, I investigate. But will I catch the killer?
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Father Joe McCullen is no ordinary priest. He has a heart of gold, but he's no pushover. Very little passes his ears or his eyes, and he can smell a "rat" from a mile away. The community of Old Providence is held by higher standards by the beloved priest, yet "skeletons" still manage to creep out of the closets of his faithful parishioners every now and then, and often times are not headed anywhere in the direction of the confessional. Join Father Joe McCullen on the most extraordinary, eyebrow-raising adventures of mystery, suspense, humor - and surprise after surprise! CLICK TO READ NOW. |
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Jeanine was the only person who knew the formula for the miracle skin cream that possessed such great aging and healing powers. The formula had never been written down, and since she was the last surviving family member, she knew if she didn’t do something, the formula would go to the grave with her. It was time to let others have access to this miracle cream.
Jeanine decided to host a dinner at a friend’s luxurious hotel in Vancouver, British Columbia, and Dani Rosetti, the celebrity chef, was hired to cater the event. The invited guests would be required to submit bids for the right to sell and distribute the special skin cream, with the proceeds of the winning bid to go to Jeanine’s favorite charity, a bid which was expected to be in the millions! CLICK TO READ TODAY |
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