Nothing brings out the homicidal energy like a neighborhood bake sale. In Bake Sale Murder, Lucy Stone is just trying to frost some cupcakes and do her civic duty when—surprise!—someone ends up dead, face-down in their fancy kitchen with a knife where the spatula should be. Welcome back to Tinker’s Cove, where the cookies are overbaked and so is the drama.
Let’s talk about Mimi Stanton, the rich new neighbor with the vibe of a woman who reports you to the HOA for having the wrong shade of mulch. She rolls into town with cash, clout, and zero chill, immediately stirring up enough tension in the cul-de-sac to make you clutch your pearls — or your casserole dish. Everyone hates her, but in that polite Maine way, where the backstabbing is metaphorical… until it’s not.
Lucy, our cardigan-clad chaos magnet, does what she does best: she doesn’t mean to get involved, and yet somehow ends up deep in a murder investigation while juggling work deadlines, moody teenagers, and the politics of organized baked goods. She’s nosey in the most lovable way, and her emotional intelligence is so underappreciated. Like yes, she’s snooping, but she’s also noticing things. She can read a tense glance across a bake sale table like it’s an Agatha Christie novel.
And honestly? The dynamics here slap. You’ve got bored housewives with secrets, new-money energy clashing with small-town roots, and friendships that look perfect on the outside but are one snarky comment away from imploding. Lucy navigates all of it with that “I have literally zero time for your drama but I will still solve this murder before dinner” energy.
But what really works is how grounded this one feels. Lucy is in her element. The stakes feel real. The grief, the suspicion, the complicated friendships — it’s all there, just under the powdered sugar surface. No jet-setting, no weird detours, just one woman, one town, and a very messy corpse ruining the bake sale vibes.
4 stars — this is classic cozy mystery comfort food: a little tart, a little sweet, and full of that Lucy Stone magic. Tinker’s Cove may be small, but the secrets? Big enough to kill for.