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.
I knew my cream puffs were to die for.
With a fluffy personality like hers, almost everyone in town was happy to see her go.
With my golden retriever, Cinnamon and the gossipy-est best friend ever, I follow crumbs, but all I find are deeper town secrets.
When my bestie is threatened, I can’t sugarcoat it.
I need to catch a killer before she ends up in the morgue and I end up in cuffs for my puffs.
