Cherry Cheesecake Murder (A Hannah Swensen Mystery)
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Hannah Swensen and her bakery, The Cookie Jar, bask in the glow of Hollywood glamour when Main Street becomes a movie set. And although tensions simmer as the cameras roll, no one expects the action to turn deadly. . .until it's too late. . .
There's no such thing as privacy in Lake Eden, but Hannah never thought things would go this far. Everyone has been telling her what to do ever since she got not one but two marriage proposals. Movie mania soon shoves Hannah's marriage dilemma into the background and even gives her cat a shot at stardom. The Cookie Jar serves as snack central with Main Street rented out for the week. She stirs lots of fresh gossip, whipping up treats for cast and crew, including demanding director Dean Lawrence's favorite--cherry cheesecake.
moment later, the phone, notebook, and pen were back in Andrea’s neatly organized purse and she was smiling from ear to ear. “Guess what happened?” “You won the lottery.” “No, but it’s every bit as good as that. Bill’s phone was unplugged! He didn’t realize it until he got up this morning, and he was an hour late for his first seminar. He stopped by the desk and chewed them out for not giving him his wakeup call, but they said they did and he didn’t answer. They sent a maid up to his room to
Tender,” or “Hound Dog” from a long-dead Elvis as she looked at the sort of girl he would have admired. “Smell,” Lynne said, holding out her wrist, inside up, the way they used to do when they’d gone shopping and sampled everything at the perfume counter. “Bet you ten bucks you don’t know this one.” Hannah sniffed and then she laughed. “You lose. It’s Evening in Paris and my grandmother used to wear it.” “She’s absolutely amazing,” Lynne explained to Dean. “I think her sense of smell is almost
beep you on the intercom when we need a batch. But are you really sure you want to be stuck up here while they shoot the fancy cocktail scene?” “I’m positive. I don’t want to have anything to do with some of those movie people.” Luanne wore a very determined look on her pretty face, and Hannah sensed a story. One of those movie people had caused some sort of problem for Luanne. “Are you talking about any one movie person in particular?” Hannah asked, doing a little fishing. “Mr. Lawrence.
I just thought of someone else to add to the list.” “Who?” Andrea asked, her pen at the ready. “Lynne. I know she was in Dean’s trailer a couple of times. He mentioned it on the set the other day. And she wasn’t happy that he mentioned it, either!” “Okay. I’ve got her down. And if Lynne was there, we have to add her husband. His name is Tom, isn’t it?” “That’s right,” Hannah said. “You’d better add Erica, too. I’m almost positive I heard her giggling that first morning when I delivered Dean’s
thanks. I don’t want to have to leave during Tracey’s scene.” “Leave? But why would you have to…” Norman stopped and thunked the side of his head with his gloved hand. “Never mind. I get it. I’ll try another way to warm you up that doesn’t involve liquid.” Hannah smiled as Norman slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. They’d been dating long enough for her to notice that he was always toasty warm, even in the coldest weather. It probably had something to do with his