When local writers present their books on romance, vampires, chick lit and alien abductions at the Pecan Bayou Library, one author gets a killer review. Betsy Livingston, there to talk about her book on helpful hints, finds herself point at for the murder. Join Betsy in her second mystery as she tries to clear her own name in this hilarious tale of small town Texas life and murder.
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This Series Gets Better and Better
Loved this book more than the first book in the series and can’t wait for book three. Terrific storyline. Once again — great characters and a host of suspects. Danny and Zach are super today. Betsy is an awesome single mom who seems to stumble upon dead bodies. Thanks goodness her dad is a policeman. Oh he makes he follow the rules but he has her back. Another great ending and didn’t see what was coming.
Amazon Reviewer—4 Stars
Enjoyed the 1st book, liked this one even better!
I totally enjoyed book 1 and was pleasantly surprised that this story is even better. The plot’s a bit more complex, which kept me turning pages for sure. And I love Betty and her family!
Amazon Reviewer–5 Stars
Great detail…the characters are a blast! Well written with humor, mystery and suspense! On to the 3rd in the series!
Amazon Reviewer—5 Stars
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“Aunt Maggie, have you ever made one of these fancy cakes?”
“Like what? Like what you see at the grocery?” Maggie’s voice rose at the end, exaggerating her Texas accent.
I propped up the book for her to see a cake titled “Undersea Fantasy,” which featured crabs, turtles and dolphins all crafted out of what looked like marshmallows and licorice strings. She peered at it, adjusting her bifocals on her nose as I explained to her what Rocky had asked me to do for Creative Cooks Day.
“Gee, Betsy. I’m thinkin’ you’re in over your head this time. I remember when you tried to make Danny that smiley face cake. The black icing you used on the grin ran down the side and it about scared him to death. Surprised he made it to his next birthday without counselin’.”
I scratched my head. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that, no wonder on the video all the kids were screaming.”
“Sure, and then there was the time you tried to make Judd that cake and forgot to put the eggs in.”
“I should have caught that.”
“Yeah, we had to put candles on a box of honey buns that day. You got a track record for bad baking, baby girl.”
Zach and Danny ran into the kitchen. “Mama,” Danny said. “We’re going to break the world record.”
“What world record?” Maggie asked.
“All of them!” Danny answered.
“We’re still figuring out what incredible thing we’re going to do, Aunt Maggie, so I’m glad you got your hair done.” Zach stretched out his arms, imagining his future paparazzi. “There will probably be hundreds of reporters out on the lawn after we do it.”
“Thanks for the warning,” she smiled.
I paged through the glossy photos in the cookbook. There were cakes that looked like circuses, swimming pools, insects, hats, cartoon characters. I started having a case of baking terror. “You know, Aunt Maggie. I could always drive into Houston and buy something and bring it back. They’ll never know.”
“You could make a cake out of rubber bands,” suggested Zach.
I nodded. “That’s original, but not too tasty.” I turned the page and spotted the cake labeled “Beginner’s Crocodile Cake.” How kind of them to have a cake that was supposed to be easy enough for people like me. I grabbed a pen and started writing down the ingredients I would need. Surely I could stir up some green frosting and turn it into something.