French Pastry Murder (Lucy Stone Series #21) [NOOK Book]


"Reading a new Leslie Meier mystery is like catching up with a dear old friend." --Kate Carlisle, New York Times bestselling author

Lucy Stone is saying "Au revoir!" to Tinker's Cove, Maine, and "Bonjour!" to Paris to take in the sights, learn how to bake authentic French pastries, and experience some joie de vivre. But her dreams of la vie en rose are put on hold when the City of Lights turns deadly. . .

Tinker's Cove is abuzz with excitement ...

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"Reading a new Leslie Meier mystery is like catching up with a dear old friend." --Kate Carlisle, New York Times bestselling author

Lucy Stone is saying "Au revoir!" to Tinker's Cove, Maine, and "Bonjour!" to Paris to take in the sights, learn how to bake authentic French pastries, and experience some joie de vivre. But her dreams of la vie en rose are put on hold when the City of Lights turns deadly. . .

Tinker's Cove is abuzz with excitement when Norah, the queen of daytime TV, comes to town and selects Lucy and her pals to be featured in her "Women Who Make a Difference" episode. In recognition for their charitable work, the ladies and their husbands are awarded a dream vacation in Paris, complete with classes at Le Cooking School with renowned pastry chef Larry Bruneau. But their bon voyage is cut short when Lucy discovers the chef in a pool of blood on the second day of class. . .

Lucy always dreamed of visiting Paris, but with Chef Larry on death's doorstep and Lucy and her friends detained for questioning, she's worried she'll be trading in her luxury accommodations for a sojourn in the bastille. If she's going to enjoy her vacation, she'll have to unpack her sleuthing skills and clear her name.

Lucy's search for the truth takes her from the towers of Notre Dame to the gardens of Versailles and a dozen charming bistros in between. But will she be able to track down a killer more elusive than the perfect macaron?

Praise for Leslie Meier and her Lucy Stone Mysteries

"I like Lucy Stone a lot, and so will readers." --Carolyn Hart

"Leslie Meier writes with sparkle and warmth." --Chicago Sun Times

"The Lucy Stone mysteries will appeal to fans of domestic mysteries." --Booklist

"Mothers everywhere will identify with Lucy Stone and the domestic problems she encounters." --Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758277060
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/30/2014
  • Series: Lucy Stone Series , #21
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 9,203
  • File size: 513 KB

Meet the Author

Leslie Meier is the acclaimed author of sixteen Lucy Stone mysteries and has also written for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine. She lives in Harwich, Massachusetts, where she is currently at work on the next Lucy Stone mystery.
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French Pastry Murder

A Lucy Stone Mystery



Copyright © 2014 Leslie Meier
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-7706-0


Lucy Stone shut her eyes tight and rolled over, trying to ignore the ringing phone on her bedside table. When that didn't work, she wrapped a pillow over her ears and held it tight, but the ringing continued. She knew who was calling, and it was beginning to be a nuisance, these phone calls at five and six in the morning. Sighing, she glanced at the clock, which read 6:30, noting a small improvement in timing. She picked up the handset and pressed it to her ear, bracing for the coming verbal onslaught.

"Mom! It rang and rang. I thought you'd never answer. I thought something had happened...."

If only, thought Lucy, imagining herself someplace far away. A desert island, perhaps. "No. I'm fine. I'm right here, in bed. You woke me up."

"I'm sorry. I can't get the hang of this time difference. France doesn't switch to daylight savings for a couple more weeks...."

Lucy wasn't up to making complicated time zone calculations, but she knew the clock had sprung forward last week. "It's six thirty here, in the morning, and I was asleep."

"I'll try to remember ... but it's just ... well, I ... I ..."

Lucy gritted her teeth, wishing she could avoid hearing the sobs of her oldest daughter, Elizabeth. "There, there," she murmured. "It's not so bad...."

"It is! It's h-o-o-orrible!" exclaimed Elizabeth, her voice wobbling through her sobs. "I ha-a-ate Paris!"

Despite her affection for her oldest daughter, Lucy was finding it hard to sympathize with her constant complaints about her new situation. After working in Palm Beach for the luxurious Cavendish Hotel chain, Elizabeth had recently been promoted to assistant concierge in the Paris hotel. To Lucy, it seemed like a fantastic opportunity, especially since she herself had always dreamed of going to Paris but had never managed to make the trip.

"I know change is never easy," admitted Lucy, in a consoling tone.

"Everything they say about the French is true," declared Elizabeth. "They're rude and bossy, and they talk too fast, and when you ask them politely to 'Répétez, s'il vous plaît,' they give you a condescending little smile and switch to English. How am I supposed to improve my French if they always speak to me in English, huh?" "They probably think they're being helpful," said Lucy.

"No, that's the last thing on their minds. They're putting me down. That's what they're doing."

"It's easy to feel a bit paranoid when you don't quite understand what people are saying," suggested Lucy.

"Paranoia? Is that what you think? That I'm paranoid?" She paused. "You know what they say about paranoia. You're not paranoid when they're really out to get you."

"Who's out to get you?" asked Lucy.

"They all are, especially my coworkers. I know they're just aching to get rid of me and take my job, they don't think I deserve it."

"Maybe you're the one who doesn't think she deserves it," said Lucy, hastening to add, "But you do. You did a super job in Palm Beach."

"That's yesterday's news," muttered Elizabeth. "Nobody here knows, or cares, about Palm Beach." She sighed. "I really miss my cute little apartment with all my nice stuff."

Lucy was busy listening between the lines, suspecting Elizabeth didn't actually miss her West Palm Beach apartment all that much but did miss her boyfriend, Chris Kennedy. Elizabeth hadn't been talking about Chris much lately, and Lucy suspected the relationship hadn't survived the long-distance separation.

"The place I've got here is tiny and grotty," continued Elizabeth, "and I really do have the roommate from hell. Sylvie has taken the bedroom all for herself, and I have to sleep on a fusty old futon. I think I'm allergic to it. And she smokes!"

"It's a big adjustment, but you'll manage," said Lucy, yawning and thinking longingly of her morning cup of coffee. "And you'll be a better, stronger person for rising to the challenge."

"Mom, that doesn't sound like you," said Elizabeth, finally lightening up. "What have you been smoking?"

"Nothing," insisted Lucy, "nothing at all. But I did watch Norah on TV yesterday. She had one of those motivational people on. 'If you dream it, you can do it.' "

"It's not that easy," said Elizabeth. "Sometimes your dreams turn into nightmares. Or cauchemars. That's what the French call them."

Lucy found herself smiling, satisfied that once again she'd talked her daughter off the ledge. "Hang in there, sweetie. Mommy loves you. And Daddy, too."

"I know," replied Elizabeth. "Thanks for listening."

"Anytime," said Lucy. "But preferably after lunch. Call me after you've had lunch. I should just about be finishing my shower then."

"I promise, Mom. Bye."

Lucy replaced the handset in its holder and flipped back the covers, getting out of bed. Winter tended to linger well into spring in the coastal Maine town of Tinker's Cove, and it was chilly in the upstairs bedroom on this mid-March morning, so she quickly put on her robe and slippers and hurried downstairs to join her husband, Bill, in the toasty warm, bacon-scented kitchen.

Bill was a much-sought-after restoration carpenter who fixed up vacation homes for old-time Yankee families from Boston and Wall Street hotshots. He was already dressed for the day in a plaid flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots. His still sported a healthy head of hair and a full beard, but the brown was now mixed with gray. "Elizabeth again?" he asked, filling a mug with coffee and handing it to her.

Lucy cradled the mug in both hands and took the first, life-giving sip. "Yes. She hates everything in Paris—the people, her roommate, her job."

The toaster popped, and Bill buttered a couple of pieces of toast, arranged them on a plate, and added the eggs and bacon he'd been frying. He sat down at the table and took a bite of bacon. "An improvement," he said philosophically. "Yesterday it was the entire country, all forty million Frenchmen, or however many there are now."

Lucy joined him at the table. "You are an optimist," she said with a sigh. "I'm disappointed in Elizabeth. I really am. This is a wonderful opportunity, and I don't think she's taking advantage of it." She paused, taking another sip of coffee. "You know, I took French in high school. I bet I could get along just fine in Paris."

That thought remained in Lucy's mind as she got herself ready for the day and saw her two younger daughters, who were still living at home, off to school. Zoe usually caught a ride with her friend Renée, shunning the school bus now that she was a junior at Tinker's Cove High School. Sara drove herself to nearby Winchester College in an aged, secondhand Civic. Lucy's oldest child and only son, Toby, lived on nearby Prudence Path with his wife, Molly, and their just-turned-four-year-old son, Patrick.

Since it was Thursday Lucy didn't have to get to work early; the deadline for the Pennysaver newspaper, where she was a part-time reporter and feature writer, was noon Wednesday, and the paper came out on Thursday, giving the staff of three a brief reprieve before they started work on the next week's edition. For years now she'd met three longtime friends for breakfast on Thursday mornings at Jake's Donut Shack; they all considered this weekly get-together a top priority.

This morning she was eager to share her anxiety about Elizabeth with the group and get their input, as they were all mothers and had plenty of experience guiding their children through young adulthood. When Lucy arrived, she found Rachel Goodman and Pam Stillings already seated at their usual table. She gave a wave to Norine, the waitress, and joined them.

"Another phone call," she began as Norine set a mug of coffee in front of her. "At six thirty this morning. Elizabeth is driving me crazy."

"She's all alone in a strange country," said Rachel, who was a psych major in college and had never gotten over it. "She feels alienated," she said, twisting a lock of long, dark hair. "She needs lots of support."

Lucy took a swallow of coffee, then shook her head. "I can't believe she's not rising to the occasion. I mean, what I wouldn't give to be in her shoes."

"I know," agreed Pam Stillings, who was married to Lucy's boss at the Pennysaver, Ted Stillings. "Imagine being young and beautiful and in Paris!" Pam was a free spirit; she still clipped her hair into a ponytail and often wore the poncho she'd picked up during her junior year in Mexico.

"It's not that simple," insisted Rachel, adjusting the horn-rimmed glasses that covered her huge brown eyes. "Life isn't like perfume ads. Elizabeth is in a completely foreign culture. They even speak a different language.

It's no wonder she's struggling to find her footing." "I guess so," grumbled Lucy, looking up as Sue Finch arrived.

Sue was the glamorous member of the group, and this morning was no exception. Her glossy black hair was styled in a flawless pageboy, and she was wearing skinny black jeans and a bright color-blocked tunic. "What do you guess?" she asked, slipping into her seat.

"That it's entirely normal for Elizabeth to be miserable in Paris," answered Lucy.

"C'est dommage," cooed Sue, adding a translation for the others. "It's too bad. I love Paris. I love everything about Paris...." She curved her scarlet lips into a smile, seeing Norine approaching with a coffeepot. "Except the coffee cups are too small and everyone smokes."

"Regulars for everyone?" asked Norine. Receiving nods all round, she left the pot on the table and trotted off, scribbling on her order pad.

"That's one of Elizabeth's major complaints," said Lucy, picking up the conversation. "She says her roommate smokes all the time and stinks up their apartment, which is tiny."

"I can't seem to work up much sympathy," said Sue.

"You are hard-hearted," teased Pam as Norine arrived with a sunshine muffin for Rachel, yogurt topped with granola for Pam, and hash and eggs for Lucy. Sue never had anything more than black coffee and lots of it.

"No, I'm not," insisted Sue. "In fact, I have some amazing news. Norah is doing a show about women who make a difference...."

They all knew that Sue's daughter, Sidra, was a producer for Norah Hemmings's Emmy-winning daytime TV show. "And you're one of those women?" asked Lucy, jumping to a conclusion.

"No. At least I don't think so. But Sidra says Norah wants to tape the show right here in Tinker's Cove."

"Here? Why here?" asked Rachel.

"Sidra says she thinks it's because Norah has that fabulous vacation house here and she's exhausted and wants a bit of a break. So she's going to tape the last show of the season here, and then she's going to turn off the phone and lock herself in her twenty-two-room mansion by the sea for a period of silent rest and recuperation."

"She's got millions of dollars and dozens of assistants who do everything for her, including walking the dog and running her bath. How can she be exhausted?" asked Pam.

"It's the constant pressure to perform. I'm sure it's terribly stressful," said Rachel. "She needs time and space to get in touch with her authentic self."

"Just turning off the phone sounds wonderful," said Lucy. "With twenty-two rooms, do you think she'd have one little room for me?"

"I doubt it," said Sue, grinning wickedly. "But Sidra says we can all have free tickets to the taping."

"Aren't they always free?" asked Pam.

"Don't quibble," admonished Sue. "Just think, you get to see the show live without having the expense and trouble of traveling to New York."

"Wow," Pam said cynically. "Can't wait."

As it happened, Pam didn't have long to wait. In a matter of days a crew of workmen arrived and began constructing a temporary enclosure on the Queen Victoria Inn's spacious outside deck overlooking the cove. A stage with a seating area for guests was placed in front of large glass windows that provided a fabulous view of pine trees and a scattering of houses with steeply pitched roofs, and a glimpse of the harbor, where a few boats bobbed in the choppy waves, newly freed from the ice, which had melted only a few weeks ago. Heavy-duty power lines were installed for cameras and lights, and propane heaters and theater seats were added for the comfort of the audience.

Lucy covered the entire process for the Pennysaver, which got only a few letters demanding to know why Norah hadn't used local workmen instead of sending her own crew of carpenters. Most Tinker's Cove residents were caught up in the excitement, eagerly awaiting the glamorous TV star's arrival and looking forward to seeing the show live in their very own hometown. The free tickets quickly became a hot commodity, and those lucky enough to hold them got cash offers from people who wanted to see the show, but few gave in to the temptation to sell, refusing even fifty and a hundred dollars per ticket.

When the big day finally came, Lucy and her friends were seated in the very first row.

"It pays to have connections," said Sue. "I'm sure Sidra got these seats for us."

She pointed to her daughter, who was holding a clipboard and conferring with a lighting technician. Tall and New York City thin, she looked terribly professional in tailored black slacks, a gray cashmere sweater topped with a chunky necklace, and leopard-print ballerina flats.

"The lighting is always beautiful on the Norah show," said Rachel. "I don't know how they do it, but the people in Norah's audience always look terrific."

"Norah always looks amazing," said Lucy. "She's no spring chicken, that's for sure."

"I bet she's had plastic surgery," snorted Pam. "It's easy to look good when you can afford face-lifts and facials and professional makeup."

"I think it's the hair," said Sue. "When your hair looks good, you look younger. Frizz makes you look older."

"Really?" asked Lucy, who was suddenly painfully aware that she hadn't bothered to style her hair that morning but had given it only a good brushing.

Sue nodded. "Lucy, you should blow-dry every morning."

Lucy was about to protest that, what with breakfast and getting the girls and Bill out the door, she didn't have much time for herself, but she was distracted when Sidra came over, kissed her mother, and asked if they were all comfortable.

"Front row seats. We feel very special," said Pam. "I suspect you had something to do with it?"

"Nothing's too good for Mom's friends," said Sidra. "Geoff and I really appreciate everything you did for us—all the cards and flowers and food you sent."

Sidra's husband, Geoff, had needed a kidney transplant at Christmas, and the surgery was made possible through a chain of donors and recipients that included the Cunningham family in Tinker's Cove.

"How is Geoff doing?" asked Lucy. "He's been through a lot."

"It's amazing. He's doing great."

"It must be quite an adjustment, psychologically, I mean," speculated Rachel, "and not just for Geoff. You both had to face the possibility that his life would be cut short at a young age...."

Before she could continue in this morbid vein, the music started, a lighted sign blinked on, signaling, APPLAUSE, and there was Norah herself, in the flesh. Sidra beat a hasty retreat, while the audience clapped enthusiastically. Norah was a local hero, and there was no need for the sign. They were welcoming her home.

"Thank you," said Norah. "Thank you. Thank you." The queen of daytime TV was gorgeous in a shocking pink dress and matching lipstick, her hair a perfectly smooth helmet, her skin aglow, and her teeth dazzling white. She waited while the clapping subsided, then began introducing the theme of her show: women who make a difference. "I'm happy to tell you that right here in Tinker's Cove you have an amazing group of women who have worked together for more than twenty years to make a difference for local children."

Lucy began to have a slight inkling of where Norah was going with this, and nudged Sue. "Could she possibly be talking about us?"

"No." Sue shook her head. "Don't be silly. The Hat and Mitten Fund is tiny. I bet she's talking about the Hospital Auxiliary."


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2014

    I really enjoyed this book. Having recently been in Paris it wa

    I really enjoyed this book. Having recently been in Paris it was nice to revist places I loved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2014

    Not the best

    Ok lucy stone mystery . The egypt tie is not interesting. Too preacy

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  • Posted September 30, 2014

    ¿Au Revoir to Pastries and Perpetrators¿ Part-time reporter and

    “Au Revoir to Pastries and Perpetrators”

    Part-time reporter and feature writer for Tinker Cove’s “The Pennysaver” newspaper, Lucy Stone has always dreamed of going to Paris. She is a bit envious when oldest daughter, Elizabeth is re-assigned by the Cavendish Hotel Chain, having to change her address from Palm Beach to Paris and Elizabeth hates it! Little did Lucy know that all of her envy would soon disappear. Norah Hemmings, host of her own Emmy-winning daytime TV show is doing a special show on “Women Who Make a Difference”—and it is scheduled to be taped in, none other than, Tinker’s Cove! Lucy and her best friends, Sue, Rachel, and Pam plan to attend—and through Sue’s daughter, Sidra, a producer for Norah’s show, they have front row seats. How exciting to see a live taping! But what the ladies are about to discover is that, through their 20 yrs.of tireless work with the “Hat and Mitten Fund”, they’re the women who have made a difference and will be honored with a reward. What a reward it is!! An all-expense paid two week trip for 8 (Husbands included) to Paris! The marvelous prize also includes a week’s worth of lessons at “Le Cooking School” from renowned pastry chef, Larry Bruneau. The women were agog, and before they could say “Eiffel Tower”, they were on a plane and on their way to Parisian adventures. Some surprises awaited them—such as the so-called luxurious apartment, including Lucy and Bill sleeping on a sofa bed in the living room. Between the language and cuisine, there was much to get used to in Paris, and the couples explored some art and historical factions prior to their culinary lessons. All were anxious to learn new skills leading up to delectable treats—that is, all but snarky Sue, who is disappointed that they must start with the basics, when, according to her, she is sooo beyond that. The first class goes smoothly and the next day’s class promises tackling the techniques of making “Pate ‘a Choux” (dough for tiny cream puff-like confections). After stuffing themselves with their class projects, they ready themselves to go out in the pouring rain and to a café lunch. Lucy forgot her umbrella and went back up to the classroom to fetch it—only to find trays of profiteroles scattered about along with the motionless, bleeding body of Chef Larry with a knife sticking out of his chest. With her recollection of High School French, Lucy calls for help. When Police Commissaire LaPointe arrives and begins questioning, who do fingers start pointing to? Lucy! Surely, Lucy had nothing to do with this horrible attack, but how does she go about clearing her name? With their passports relinquished and their vacation days tick away, Lucy dons her familiar sleuthing cap and discovers there is more to this case than meets the Americans’ eyes. Who would want to hurt Chef Larry? Could Elizabeth’s co-workers Serge, Malik and Adil be involved? I have previously read some other “Lucy Stone Mysteries” and enjoyed them--this one not as much. Lucy needs to realize that Elizabeth is an adult, and Lucy’s friend Sue needs to mellow out and not be so snarky…although (as the old saying goes..) “friends, like fish, begin to smell after three days”—and with the four couples cooped up together for two weeks, nerves are bound to fray. Cozy lovers, be sure to check out this fast and easy read.
    Nancy Narma

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