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  Praise for Jenn McKinlay’s Cupcake Bakery Mysteries

  Going, Going, Ganache

  “A delicious mystery that’s sure to please.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Good plotting and carefully placed clues make this an enjoyable, light mystery, made a little sweeter with recipes for the cupcakes Mel’s team creates.”

  —The Mystery Reader

  Red Velvet Revenge

  “You’re in for a real treat with Jenn McKinlay’s Cupcake Bakery Mystery. I gobbled it right up.”

  —Julie Hyzy, New York Times bestselling author of the White House Chef Mysteries

  “Sure as shootin’, Red Velvet Revenge pops with fun and great twists. Wrangle up some time to enjoy the atmosphere of a real rodeo as well as family drama. It’s better than icing on the tastiest cupcake.”

  —Avery Aames, Agatha Award–winning author of the Cheese Shop Mysteries

  Death by the Dozen

  “It’s the best yet, with great characters, and a terrific, tightly written plot.”

  —Lesa’s Book Critiques

  “Like a great fairytale, McKinlay transports readers into the world of cupcakes and all things sweet and frosted, minus the calories. Although . . . there are some pretty yummy recipes at the end.”

  —AnnArbor.com

  Buttercream Bump Off

  “A charmingly entertaining story paired with a luscious assortment of cupcake recipes that, when combined, made for a deliciously thrilling mystery.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Another tasty entry, complete with cupcake recipes, into what is sure to grow into a perennial favorite series.”

  —The Mystery Reader

  Sprinkle with Murder

  “A tender cozy full of warm and likable characters and a refreshingly sympathetic murder victim. Readers will look forward to more of McKinlay’s tasty concoctions.”

  —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

  “McKinlay’s debut mystery flows as smoothly as Melanie Cooper’s buttercream frosting. Her characters are delicious, and the dash of romance is just the icing on the cake.”

  —Sheila Connolly, New York Times bestselling author of Scandal in Skibbereen

  “Jenn McKinlay delivers all the ingredients for a winning read. Frost me another!”

  —Cleo Coyle, New York Times bestselling author of the Coffeehouse Mysteries

  “A delicious new series featuring a spirited heroine, luscious cupcakes, and a clever murder. Jenn McKinlay has baked a sweet read.”

  —Krista Davis, New York Times bestselling author of the Domestic Diva Mysteries

  Praise for the Library

  Lover’s Mysteries

  Book, Line, and Sinker

  “Entertaining . . . An outstanding cozy mystery . . . featuring engaging characters and an intriguing story.”

  —Lesa’s Book Critiques

  “A great read . . . in this delightfully charming series.”

  —Dru’s Book Musings

  Due or Die

  “[A] terrific addition to an intelligent, fun, and lively series.”

  —Miranda James, New York Times bestselling author of

  the Cat in the Stacks Mysteries

  “What a great read! . . . McKinlay has been a librarian, and her snappy story line, fun characters, and young library director with backbone make for a winning formula.”

  —Library Journal

  Books Can Be Deceiving

  “A sparkling setting, lovely characters, books, knitting, and chowder! What more could any reader ask?”

  —Lorna Barrett, New York Times bestselling author of

  the Booktown Mysteries

  “With a remote coastal setting as memorable as Manderley and a kindhearted, loyal librarian as the novel’s heroine, Books Can Be Deceiving is sure to charm cozy readers everywhere.”

  —Ellery Adams, New York Times bestselling author of

  the Books by the Bay Mysteries

  “Fast-paced and fun, Books Can Be Deceiving is the first in Jenn McKinlay’s appealing new mystery series featuring an endearing protagonist, delightful characters, a lovely New England setting, and a fascinating murder.”

  —Kate Carlisle, New York Times bestselling author of

  the Bibliophile Mysteries

  Praise for the Hat Shop Mysteries

  Cloche and Dagger

  “A delicious romp through my favorite part of London with a delightful new heroine.”

  —Deborah Crombie, New York Times bestselling author

  “Brimming with McKinlay’s trademark wit and snappy one-liners, Anglophiles will love this thoroughly entertaining new murder mystery series. A hat trick of love, laughter, and suspense, and another feather in [Jenn McKinlay’s] cap.”

  —Hannah Dennison, author of the Vicky Hill Exclusive! Mysteries

  “Fancy hats and British aristocrats make this my sort of delicious cozy read.”

  —Rhys Bowen, USA Today bestselling author of

  the Royal Spyness Mysteries

  Berkley Prime Crime titles by Jenn McKinlay

  Cupcake Bakery Mysteries

  SPRINKLE WITH MURDER

  BUTTERCREAM BUMP OFF

  DEATH BY THE DOZEN

  RED VELVET REVENGE

  GOING, GOING, GANACHE

  SUGAR AND ICED

  Library Lover’s Mysteries

  BOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING

  DUE OR DIE

  BOOK, LINE, AND SINKER

  READ IT AND WEEP

  Hat Shop Mysteries

  CLOCHE AND DAGGER

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  SUGAR AND ICED

  A Berkley Prime Crime Book / published by arrangement with the author

  Copyright © 2014 by Jennifer McKinlay Orf.

  Excerpt from Death of a Mad Hatter by Jenn McKinlay copyright © 2014 by Jennifer McKinlay Orf.

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  PUBLISHING HISTORY

  Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / April 2014

  Cover illustration by Jeff Fitz-Maurice.

  Cover design by Lesley Worrell.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is en
tirely coincidental.

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: The recipes contained in this book are to be followed exactly as written. The publisher is not responsible for your specific health or allergy needs that may require medical supervision. The publisher is not responsible for any adverse reactions to the recipes contained in this book.

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  For my sister-in-law, Natalie Fontes. You are one of the most remarkable women I have ever known and have helped me to become a better mother, a better sister, and a better person by generously sharing your wisdom, your heart, and your creativity with me. I am so very glad my brother fell in love with you and had the smarts to make you his wife. Sister of my heart—I love you!

  Contents

  Praise for Jenn McKinlay

  Also by Jenn McKinlay

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Recipes

  Special Excerpt from Death of a Mad Hatter

  Acknowledgments

  As always, I’d like to thank my terrific team, Kate Seaver, Katherine Pelz, and Jessica Faust. I am so very lucky to have you all keeping me on target. Special appreciation and hugs to my dudes, Chris, Beckett, and Wyatt: you three rock my world! Lastly, I want to give a special shout-out to my very talented author friend Coo Sweet, who shared with me the term “facially gifted,” thus inspiring this book. You are amazing, girlfriend!

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  “We need to have a staff meeting,” Angie DeLaura said. “Stat.”

  She was standing in front of the bakery’s large picture window, which looked onto the street. Then she began making retching noises.

  Melanie Cooper glanced up from the glass display counter that she was loading with the specialty item of the day at Fairy Tale Cupcakes: Salted Caramel Cupcakes. The moist caramel cake frosted with salted dulce de leche icing and drizzled with caramel had become a favorite among the Old Town Scottsdale tourists and regulars alike.

  “Why?” Melanie asked. “What’s going on?”

  “Marty and Olivia,” Angie said. She tossed her long brunet braid over her shoulder as she turned to face Mel. Her curled lip and wrinkled nose made it clear what she thought about the new couple.

  “Oh,” Mel said. “Give it time.”

  “Time?” Angie cried. “They’ve had months. I’m telling you we need to have an intervention.”

  “I thought you wanted a staff meeting,” Mel said.

  “Yes, a staff meeting, which are code words for an ‘intervention,’” Angie said, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers.

  Mel put the last cupcake in the display case and straightened up. She kept her blond hair short in the back but long on top, so she had to blow her bangs out of her eyes to meet Angie’s gaze across the bakery.

  “I’m pretty sure employers are not allowed to tell employees who to date,” she said.

  “But she’s the competition!” Angie argued. “He could be giving her your recipes.”

  “He’s not,” Mel said.

  “How do you know?” Angie insisted. “Maybe she’s using sex to coerce them out of him.”

  “Ew,” Mel said. “Thanks for that visual. Now how am I supposed to look Marty in the face?”

  “I’m telling you, this is not good,” Angie said. She jerked a thumb at the window.

  Mel came from behind the counter and moved to stand beside Angie. She glanced out and saw Marty leaning on the open driver’s window of Olivia’s bright pink bakery truck with the word Confections, the name of her bakery, written on the side.

  Marty was a scrawny, bald, old guy, which was a perfect counterpoint to Olivia’s sturdier build. They had a Jack Sprat and Wife sort of thing going that Mel had to admit seemed to suit them.

  While she watched, Olivia said something and then Marty said something back. They glared at each other. Olivia said something else that appeared to make Marty even madder. Then he kissed her.

  “I’ve never seen two people who enjoyed annoying each other more,” Angie said. “This cannot be good for his heart. I’m telling you, we need an intervention.”

  Mel glanced back at Angie. “You’re just sore because his love life is running more smoothly than ours are.”

  “No, I’m not,” Angie argued. “Okay, maybe I am, but still . . . Olivia Puckett? Bleck!”

  The front door to the bakery banged open and in strode Marty. He took one look at Mel and Angie standing in the window and frowned at them. Mel felt her face heat up as she realized he knew they’d been watching him.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  “Sorry?” Angie looked at her as if she’d lost her nut. “We’re not the ones who should be sorry. He should be sorry.”

  “Me?” Marty asked. He clapped a hand onto his bald head. “You two Nosey Parkers are watching me through the window and I should be sorry?”

  “Yes!” Angie said. She marched across the room and jabbed him in the chest with her pointer finger. “You’re fraternizing with the enemy!”

  The door to the kitchen swung open and in walked Tate Harper, formerly the money behind the bakery but now just an employee.

  “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire,” he said.

  They all turned to look at him.

  “What?” he asked. “Wasn’t that a movie quote? You know, when Ron is jealous because Hermione goes to the ball with what’s his name.”

  “Viktor Krum and we’re not playing that game right now,” Mel said. Having grown up together watching movies and eating junk food, Mel, Tate, and Angie had a fondness for trying to trip one another up with movie quotes. “Angie was actually referring to Marty dating Olivia.”

  “We’re not dating,” Marty said. He rubbed his chest where Angie had poked him and gave her a reproachful look. “We’re friends . . . no, that’s not it. We’re lovers . . . no, that’s not it. We’re enemies . . . no, that’s not it, either. Oh, hell, I don’t know what we are, but either way, it’s none of your damn business.”

  With that, he strode past Angie, went around the counter, and pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen.

  “He’s right,” Mel said. “Like it or not—”

  “I don’t,” Angie interrupted.

  Mel gave Tate a bug-eyed look. Since Tate and Angie were sort of dating—although not really because Tate had some sort of manly macho thing going on about making it on his own to prove his worth to Angie—Mel figured he’d have more luck trying to get her to see reason.

  Tate gave Mel a small nod to let her know that her message was received. He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair and said, “Angie, it’s Marty’s life—”

  “Exactly,” Angie said, interrupting again. “And it’s getting shorter with every minute he spends with her. He’s too old to be under that sort of constant stress.”

  “
Listen,” Mel said. “At the first sign that his health is deteriorating, we’ll have a staff meeting.”

  Tate gave her a questioning glance.

  “Code words for an intervention,” she explained.

  “Ah,” he said. “I think that is the best plan.”

  Glancing between them, Angie obviously realized that she was outnumbered. She did not look happy about it.

  “Fine, but when he strokes out because of her, it’s on your heads.”

  Tate and Mel exchanged a glance and they both shrugged. Mel suspected that if anything, Olivia was giving Marty a reason to get up every morning.

  It had been a year since Marty had arrived at Fairy Tale Cupcakes, wearing a ratty old cardigan and a bad toupee and dishing out a surly attitude to match. A lonely widower, Marty Zelaznik had plopped himself down into one of their booths and had nearly eaten his way to a sugar coma in order to win a contest they were having for a free night out on the town for two.

  Like a wrinkled-up fungus, Marty had grown on Mel and she had hired him to man the counter. Now she couldn’t imagine the bakery without him.

  “Can we talk business now?” Tate asked. “I have a new idea.”

  Mel stifled a groan. She’d known Tate even longer than she’d known Angie. They’d been best buddies since junior high school, when he’d make her laugh by doing what had to be the worst Groucho Marx impression ever, and in return she had shared with him her Hubba Bubba bubblegum from the secret stash in her locker.

  There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Since he had left his multimillion dollar investment business behind and come to work at the bakery, however, she had begun to think there could be too much of a good thing. Lately, she had been suffering from too much Tate.

  The bakery had been Mel’s dream. After an unfulfilling career in business, she’d gone to cooking school and decided to open her own bakery. Angie had left teaching to join her, while Tate had been kind enough to bankroll the operation. Without him, Mel knew there would never have been a Fairy Tale Cupcakes bakery.

  Since joining them, Tate had spent his days not merely baking and frosting and schmoozing customers, oh no. He had decided to take the bakery to the next level and hit Mel daily with one scheme after another to make the bakery not just the successful small business that it was but to turn it, oh horror, corporate.