Two Parts Sugar, One Part Murder (Baker Street Mystery #1)

by Valerie Burns

I wasn’t a religious person, but I felt confident cussing out a priest would send me straight to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.

I could completely understand why people talked to priests. They had a calming effect. Maybe it was the collar. Perhaps I should consider converting to Catholicism.

Men in Indiana were very friendly. Maybe I could get used to life here, after all.

There was nothing wrong with Octavia’s mind except too many crime novels mixed with stubbornness.”

Doughboy gave me a steely stare. “Maybe not, but the body was found in your bakery, and your fingerprints were found on the murder weapon.”

I picked up my phone and uploaded the pictures I’d snapped of the pastry tray. #FlakyButteryCroissants #SconesToDieFor #BabyCakesBakery #MoreThanSweets “She’s really good with social media,” Tyler said. “My sales have been amazing since she posted about my store. So, Leroy, you better get busy baking.”

This is a real Emily in Paris moment

especially if they think some other male is moving in on their territory.” He reached over and caressed my cheek. He then took a strand of hair that had fallen free from its band, tucked it behind my ear, and gazed into my eyes.

I'm sorry ur gross...

That crook Rivers doesn’t have the sense God gave a turnip.

“Mrs. Portman, how did you get here? Doesn’t Michael usually drive you?” “He called someone named Uber, and he picked me up and brought me here.”