Rebel Without a Cake

Informationen zum Autor Jacklyn Brady Klappentext In the still of the night... Halloween is approaching! and the co-owners of Zydeco Cakes! Rita Lucero and her former mother-in-law! Miss Frankie! have scored a sweet treata fantastic catering opportunity that could lead to a rich future for their bakery. But their good news is quickly rattled by a bump in the night when Miss Frankie's neighbor! Bernice! barrels into her kitchen toting a Bible and a gun! and serves up a story about a ghost at her window. Bernice swears she just saw the ghost of her moonshiner uncle who disappeared in the swamp fifteen years ago. And when her cousin soon goes missing in the same swamp! Bernice is certain someone's playing a nasty trick! and convinces Rita and Miss Frankie to help her investigate. They'll just need to watch their steps! as these ladies are liable to get mired in a very swampy mystery... INCLUDES DELICIOUS RECIPES Leseprobe One You need to tell her , the voice inside my head whispered. It's an annoying voice, so despite the fact that my aunt had raised me to listen when my conscience voiced an opinion, I did my best to ignore it. It isn't always right, and besides, I was pretty sure Aunt Yolanda hadn't counted on me having to deliver bad news to Frances Mae Renier when she gave me that advice. Frances Mae, known by most as Miss Frankie, is my mother-in-law (which explains why Aunt Yolanda didn't know about her when I was a kid). She's also my business partner. Together we run Zydeco Cakes, a high-end bakery near New Orleans's Garden District. Actually, I do much of the running. Miss Frankie is my mostly silent partner who does behind-the-scenes stuff like writing checks and nudging high-profile clients our way. My name is Rita Lucero, and I want to say up front that, despite my hesitation to come clean with Miss Frankie, I am not a coward. I am a trained pastry chef who moved from Albuquerque to New Orleans just like that last summer when Miss Frankie offered me the chance to take over the day-to-day operations at Zydeco after the death of her son, Philippe, my almost-ex-husband. I'd had to stand up to Uncle Nestor to do it, too. Believe me, that took courage. My complicated relationship with Miss Frankie is why I was parking the Mercedes I'd inherited from Philippe's estate in her driveway on a Friday night. I should have been joining the rest of Zydeco's staff for a birthday party at the Dizzy Duke, our favorite after-hours hangout. But Miss Frankie had summoned me, so here I was. I didn't know what she wanted, but that wasn't unusual. Still, I was feeling a little resentful as I climbed the front steps and rang her doorbell. A stiff wind tossed the branches of the massive trees that lined the street. Their shadows did a macabre dance suitable for the Halloween season on Miss Frankie's sweeping front lawn, and I smiled as I watched them shift and bend. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Not because I'm overly fond of ghosts and goblins, but because I have sweet memories of trick-or-treating with my parents when I was young. They died in a car accident the year I turned twelve. I've lost too many memories of them over the years so I cling to the ones I've managed to keep. Losing them flipped my world upside down for a while, so I knew how much losing her only child had rocked Miss Frankie's. I do my best to be gentle with her, which is why I was hesitating over telling her that I'd be going to Albuquerque for Christmas. We'd limped through the holidays last year, mostly ignoring the festivities and staying home rather than joining others. She tries hard not to be clingy where I'm concerned, and some days she succeeds. Others, she hangs on to me like a good-quality plastic wrap. Miss Frankie was well aware that I had missed home since I'd moved to New Orleans. She knew that, with ...

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Jacklyn Brady

Klappentext

In the still of the night...

Halloween is approaching, and the co-owners of Zydeco Cakes, Rita Lucero and her former mother-in-law, Miss Frankie, have scored a sweet treat—a fantastic catering opportunity that could lead to a rich future for their bakery. But their good news is quickly rattled by a bump in the night when Miss Frankie's neighbor, Bernice, barrels into her kitchen toting a Bible and a gun, and serves up a story about a ghost at her window.

Bernice swears she just saw the ghost of her moonshiner uncle who disappeared in the swamp fifteen years ago. And when her cousin soon goes missing in the same swamp, Bernice is certain someone's playing a nasty trick, and convinces Rita and Miss Frankie to help her investigate. They'll just need to watch their steps, as these ladies are liable to get mired in a very swampy mystery...

INCLUDES DELICIOUS RECIPES

Zusammenfassung
In the still of the night…
 
Halloween is approaching, and the co-owners of Zydeco Cakes, Rita Lucero and her former mother-in-law, Miss Frankie, have scored a sweet treat—a fantastic catering opportunity that could lead to a rich future for their bakery. But their good news is quickly rattled by a bump in the night when Miss Frankie’s neighbor, Bernice, barrels into her kitchen toting a Bible and a gun, and serves up a story about a ghost at her window.
 
Bernice swears she just saw the ghost of her moonshiner uncle who disappeared in the swamp fifteen years ago. And when her cousin soon goes missing in the same swamp, Bernice is certain someone’s playing a nasty trick, and convinces Rita and Miss Frankie to help her investigate. They’ll just need to watch their steps, as these ladies are liable to get mired in a very swampy mystery…

INCLUDES DELICIOUS RECIPES

Leseprobe

One

“You need to tell her,” the voice inside my head whispered. It’s an annoying voice, so despite the fact that my aunt had raised me to listen when my conscience voiced an opinion, I did my best to ignore it. It isn’t always right, and besides, I was pretty sure Aunt Yolanda hadn’t counted on me having to deliver bad news to Frances Mae Renier when she gave me that advice.

Frances Mae, known by most as Miss Frankie, is my mother-in-law (which explains why Aunt Yolanda didn’t know about her when I was a kid). She’s also my business partner. Together we run Zydeco Cakes, a high-end bakery near New Orleans’s Garden District. Actually, I do much of the running. Miss Frankie is my mostly silent partner who does behind-the-scenes stuff like writing checks and nudging high-profile clients our way.

My name is Rita Lucero, and I want to say up front that, despite my hesitation to come clean with Miss Frankie, I am not a coward. I am a trained pastry chef who moved from Albuquerque to New Orleans just like that last summer when Miss Frankie offered me the chance to take over the day-to-day operations at Zydeco after the death of her son, Philippe, my almost-ex-husband. I’d had to stand up to Uncle Nestor to do it, too. Believe me, that took courage.

My complicated relationship with Miss Frankie is why I was parking the Mercedes I’d inherited from Philippe’s estate in her driveway on a Friday night. I should have been joining the rest of Zydeco’s staff for a birthday party at the Dizzy Duke, our favorite after-hours hangout. But Miss Frankie had summoned me, so here I was. I didn’t know what she wanted, but that wasn’t unusual. Still, I was feeling a little resentful as I climbed the front steps and rang her doorbell.

A stiff wind tossed the branches of the massive trees that lined the street. Their shadows did a macabre dance suitable for the Halloween season on Miss Frankie’s sweeping front lawn, and I smiled as I watched them shift and bend.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Not because I’m overly fond of ghosts and goblins, …