Fruit of All Evil (Farmer's Market Mystery Series #2)by Paige Shelton
Becca Robbins sells her farm-made jams and preserves at the local farmers' market to make a living. But when a local lovely decides to tie the knot at the same market, someone else decides to make a killing-and only Becca has the down-home know-how to shut the lid on a canny killer.
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Becca Robbins sells her farm-made jams and preserves at the local farmers' market to make a living. But when a local lovely decides to tie the knot at the same market, someone else decides to make a killing-and only Becca has the down-home know-how to shut the lid on a canny killer.
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Visions of strung-together cherry tomatoes danced in my head; corn kernels tossed in celebration and then strewn across a dirt floor. Then, a gigantic pumpkin carved into the shape of Cinderella’s carriage, but with seeds mistakenly left inside. And finally, I’m in my favorite overalls that have been mysteriously Bedazzled.
It was a waking nightmare.
But that was just a state of horror taking over. I couldn’t believe what I had agreed to do. A wedding? What was I thinking? Why had I said yes so quickly?
I’d had plenty of practice, of course. Twice in front of the justice of the peace made me an old pro at commitments of the heart, temporary though they might have been. But this time it was going to be with a pastor and a walk down an aisle; something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, something different—for me at least, and something that was going to require a farmers’ market theme.
The only good news: it wasn’t my wedding. Phew!
Instead, I’d agreed to be my good friend, Linda McMahon’s, twice-divorced maid/matron of honor (we’d simplified the title and decided to call me her “Number One”) when she married Superman look-alike Drew Forsyth. In five short days.
The nuptials were on the fast track because of a surprise, but not the old-fashioned kind. Though I’d only recently learned exactly what Drew’s job was, I’d always guessed it was something mysterious and important. When I’d first met him, he and Linda never quite answered the question “What does Drew do for a living?” But as time went on and we became closer, and Drew seemed to be a more permanent part of Linda’s life, I learned that Super Drew was in the military (said in hushed tones). For a while, that was all I knew, but about a month ago I’d learned that he was part of a “military special operations” group. I still didn’t have the specifics, but I was terribly impressed. It was only within the last twenty-four hours that Linda had confided in me that Drew was a Navy SEAL. My level of impressed shot even higher.
It wasn’t so much that Drew’s job was a secret; it was that what he did when he was performing his job was usually a top top top secret. People who did those sorts of things just didn’t go about sharing the details of their duties, so it was easier to keep everything about it close to the flak jacket, so to speak.
Drew had been called to duty, which for the rest of us meant Drew would be leaving for some time to go places we couldn’t know about, to do things we couldn’t know about. He’d been preparing Linda for his certain departure, but it still was a surprise when the call came.
And when it did, it solidified for Drew that he didn’t want to leave without first making Linda his wife. She agreed.
Yes, it was very romantic and the stuff of movies with heart-wrenching symphony music, but five days wasn’t a lot of time to pull off a wedding.
Their “I do’s” could have been handled easily with a quick trip to the justice of the peace—I knew the address by heart—but Linda wanted a real wedding, with guests and all the trimmings. Considering the short amount of time available to plan and prepare, the ceremony wasn’t expected to be lavish by any means. But as her Number One, I was responsible for helping make her dream day . . . well, dreamy.
Of course, the ceremony would take place at Bailey’s, the farmers’ market where we both worked. And the other vendors would help, so it might not be too terrible. But still, being in charge of someone else’s “happiest day of her life” is a big job; one I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to handle successfully.
I hadn’t even been in my fraternal twin sister’s wedding. Allison and her husband, Tom Reynolds, had, in deference to our hippie parents, gotten married on a South Carolina beach as the sun rose over the ocean horizon. We’d gathered together, but no one had to do anything beforehand—like plan things, decorate, or help pick out dresses and the like.
I was ill-equipped for such duty. When Linda told me she wanted all food, flowers, and other decorations for the wedding to come from Bailey’s, my first thought was Shoot, I don’t even know what she means by “other decorations.”
It had been only one day since I told Linda I’d be honored to stand up with her, and it hadn’t been a lie—I was honored. But when I really thought about what the job entailed, I realized I was in over my head. Cowardly, I wished for an out, something like the appearance of Linda’s long-lost best friend, but it didn’t seem likely to happen. I was committed; and truthfully, I would never ditch my duty, my friend in her time of need. Adding to my desire not to let her down was the fact that she was all that was left of her family. Her parents had died when she was a teenager, and she was an only child. We, the Bailey’s vendors, were her family now, and none of us would let her down.
So, after spending the night tossing and turning, I did what I normally do in times of extreme crisis: I called my sister Allison and begged for help. I asked her to stop by my stall this morning and offer me words of wisdom. She picked the perfect time—I wasn’t busy, but Linda, her stall right next to mine, was helping a customer, so she wouldn’t overhear as I vented my concerns.
“Becca, make a list. For instance, I’ve already decided on an area of the market that will be perfect for the ceremony. Just let me know how many people will be there. Work with Abner on flowers, Stella on a cake, and so on. One thing at a time,” Allison said.
Allison is the manager of Bailey’s. She took the job ten years ago and has turned the market into one of the top markets in South Carolina. I usually tell people that she’s turned it into one of the best on the East Coast, but I have no statistics to back up such a claim.
Bailey’s is one of the bigger markets in South Carolina, located outside the town of Monson. Its long, U-shaped design could be seen a good distance down the state highway it was located on. Until recently, a large green and white painted sign announced its location. But the owners had just put up a lighted sign with programmable features that made us all feel uncomfortably modern. Market people didn’t usually see much use for lighted signs that could display different things at the touch of a keypad, but we’d get used to it.
I made and sold berry jams and preserves, and worked with many other vendors who made and/or sold many other products. Linda dressed like a character from Laura Ingalls Wilder books, and for seven years had sold homemade fruit pies from the stall next to mine. From the moment we met at Bailey’s, we knew we’d be friends.
“Actually, Linda wants me to talk to both Stella and Mamma Maria about cake, and maybe some mini pie ideas, or something,” I said. Mamma Maria was the one exception to Linda’s “Bailey’s Vendors Only for the Wedding” rule. Mamma worked down the road at the Smithfield Farmers’ Market. She baked piled-high cream pies that melted on your tongue and made your eyes roll back in your head out of sheer pleasure. She was built just like her pies—stacked—and she was dating Bailey’s peach vendor, Carl Monroe. We’d all become pretty good friends.
“There you go. Talk to Stella and Mamma. This could be fun. You can ask for samples. You’ll get to taste test.” Allison smiled.
“Good point,” I said as I chewed at my bottom lip.
Allison laughed. “Becca, tell Linda you’re a little freaked because you want to do everything right and you want to make sure you accomplish her vision. Be sure you understand exactly what she wants. Everyone here will take good care of her and Drew. You really don’t need to worry. You’ll have it easier than most . . . what did you call yourself, Number Ones?”
“That’s okay to say to a bride? That I’m a little freaked? Aren’t I supposed to be the nonfreaked one?”
“Well, you know how to handle it so she’ll understand.”
“Do you know who she’s marrying?” I asked, my voice high-pitched.
“Of course. Drew Forsyth.”
“Yeah, well, he’s pretty darn amazing on his own, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I mean, do you know who she’s marrying?”
“Linda told me he’s in the military,” Allison said quietly. “He does secret things, which is pretty impressive.” I’d leave it to Linda to tell Allison Drew’s job title. “But I don’t know more than that.” Allison shook her head, her long, dark ponytail swinging slightly. I would never have either long or dark hair. Allison’s tall, dark looks are from our father and are the yin to the short stature and blonde hair yang I received from our mother.
“Drew is the son of Madeline Forsyth.”
“Okay. Well, the name is familiar, but I can’t pinpoint where I’ve heard it before.”
I was stunned that I knew something my sister didn’t. “Madeline Forsyth is a banker . . .”
That was all I had to say.
“Oh, my goodness,” Allison said. “Is she . . . is she . . . ?”
“Yes, she’s in charge of all horror, if you know what I mean.” Central Savings and Loan, led by Madeline Forsyth (nicknamed For-scythe as a result of her ability to cut someone down just like the wickedly sharp mowing instrument), had been on a foreclosure bender lately. Just in the last week, I’d heard of two farms that she herself had served papers on.
Because one of the farms that Central had recently taken was Simonsen Orchards, a place that I’d become very familiar with the previous fall, I’d paid extra attention to the bank’s activities. Matt Simonsen had been murdered behind a Bailey’s stall. It took some crack police work and some of my own nosiness to figure out who the killer was. I had mostly recovered from the injuries I sustained as I tried to run from the killer, who was now, fortunately, behind bars—forever or a hundred and twenty years, whichever came first.
The day I heard that Simonsen Orchards had been foreclosed upon had been both weird and sad. Those of us who made our livings off our farm-grown or homemade products were always sad when we heard about someone losing their land, but it was extra hard to hear that Simonsen Orchards had gone from one of the top-producing peach orchards in the region to deeply in debt because of the murder.
“Oh, dear. Madeline Forsyth. I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection. That’s . . .” Allison muttered.
“Awful, terrible, a cruel twist of fate, what?”
“A challenge,” Allison said sternly. “Look, you’re supposed to be there for Linda and Drew. What Drew’s mother does and who she is don’t matter.”
“I’ve met her, Allison. She’s tall and loud, both literally and figuratively, and will crush me if I don’t help make her son’s wedding just perfect. According to Linda, she’s having a hard enough time accepting the fact that her son is marrying a pie baker who works at a farmers’ market; if I ruin the wedding, she might just foreclose on all of us.”
Allison smiled patiently. “That might be a somewhat dramatic take on it, but I do feel sorry for Linda.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
“Linda, yoo-hoo!” A voice sounded from behind Allison. She turned sharply, and I peered around her.
“Well, speak of the devil,” I said.
Moving at the speed of a type A personality on caffeine, Madeline Forsyth approached. She was at least seventy years old but didn’t look a day over plastic surgery. She was tall, thin, and immaculately dressed in a beige Chanel suit with gold-rimmed black buttons. Dust on the market floor flew from the falls of her expensive pumps, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was focused on her soon-to-be daughter-in-law.
Linda’s attention was pulled away from her customer and to the approaching storm. The customer, a young woman in denim shorts and a flower print shirt, read the situation quickly.
She smiled at Linda and said, “I’ll come back for the pie when I’m done shopping.” And then she scurried away.
Linda put on a patient smile and said, “Madeline, how nice to see you.”
“Uh-huh,” Madeline said as she stopped in front of Linda’s stall. She stood just far enough away so that her suit wouldn’t come in contact with Linda’s display table. “Do you not have time to answer your phone?”
“Uh, well . . .” Linda said as she reached into her pioneer dress pocket. She pulled out her phone and looked at it. “It doesn’t say I’ve missed a call.”
“Well, you have. I’ve tried to reach you at least a dozen times in the last hour.”
“Really? We’d better double-check the number you’ve got for me.”
Madeline waved her hand. “We’ll do that later. For now, I’m here to let you know about dinner tonight.”
“Yes. When I spoke to Drew earlier, he said that he’d neglected to tell you about the dinner this evening.”
“I wasn’t aware of a dinner this evening, but maybe he just hasn’t gotten around to telling me yet.”
Madeline tsked. “Drew not giving early notice for a dinner? Surely, I raised him better than that.”
Fleetingly, I wondered what I would do in such a confrontational situation. Considering the fact that I’m twice divorced, I thought I’d probably just call a lawyer.
Linda, however, was more patient and polite than I would have been, so she just smiled, nodded, and remained silent. Madeline was sure to continue speaking.
“Anyway, the dinner is at my house this evening. I’ve invited some of Drew’s cousins—one will be his best man at this hurried wedding thing that we’re having. I want you to meet them before you join the family.”
“That would be lovely. I look forward to it. What can I bring?” Linda kept her cool.
“Nothing, of course. I have a cook who does his own shopping.” I guessed this was her way of saying that she’d never buy groceries from Bailey’s.
“That will be fine,” Linda said.
“It will be early. I have work to do this evening. Be at my house at five o’clock.”
Madeline did a three-point turn in her pumps and faced me.
“Becca Robins, right? You’re the maid of honor?”
“Yes,” I said, as though someone had punched me in the gut. Why was she speaking to me?
“You’re invited, too,” she said regrettably. “Bring a date.”
“Thanks,” I said. My eyes were wide, and I was unsure what to do with my hands.
Madeline marched her way back down the aisle, toward Bailey’s exit. I watched as my friends and market mates observed the powerful woman leave us all in her wake. Barry Drake, of Barry Good Corn, thumbed his overalls and sniffed; Herb and Don, the Herb Boys, flanked their stall and gave Madeline the stink-eye; Abner Justen leaned on his wildflower display table and looked cranky; Jeanine Baker, the egg lady, crossed her arms and looked scared; Allison, still in front of my stall, looked interested and focused; and, last but not least, my very adorable boyfriend, Ian Cartwright, stepped out of his yard artwork stall and caught my eye. He gave me a semi-amused wink.
He knew he’d just been invited to dinner, too.
There was a lot of spite in the aisles of Bailey’s that afternoon. Though they might not have known until that moment that Linda was going to marry into the Forsythe family, everyone knew exactly who Madeline Forsyth was, and no one liked her one bit.
The thing was, though, someone must have taken their dislike to a whole new level, because the Chanel suit and expensive pumps tornado that blew through Bailey’s was the last time anyone saw Madeline Forsyth alive.
Linda and I talked briefly before she left Bailey’s for the day. I didn’t tell her about my conversation with Allison because I figured she had enough on her plate. She did her best not to show how much Madeline’s whirlwind visit bothered her, but I knew it had. Otherwise, she never would have left the market early on a busy Friday afternoon. She packed up her truck and her remaining pies, and went to get ready for dinner. I promised I’d be there on time.
In between my own customers and per Allison’s suggestion, I made a list. I also talked to other vendors. I’d be taste testing cake samples from Stella and a peach dish and some banana cream mini pies from Mamma Maria the next morning. Abner took his assignment as flower arranger in stride, but I caught it when the corner of his mouth twitched like he just might smile. He was pleased to have been asked even if he didn’t do “pleased.”
The biggest surprise of the day was when Herb and Don, of Herb and Don’s Herbs, stopped by my stall.
They were both life and business partners, and had had a stall at Bailey’s for about three years. Herb was short, bald, and adorable; Don was tall with a head of curly auburn hair, and as close to a male model as I’d ever known. Apparently, when he wasn’t working with herbs, Don was in the weight room that filled their entire basement. He’d been gifted with a chiseled face and swore he hadn’t resorted to plastic surgery to get that perfect nose.
Don was literally pulling Herb by his arm.
“Becca,” Don said, “you just have to use Herb.”
“Use him for what?”
“The music at the wedding ceremony, of course. He plays the violin beautifully. You won’t regret it,” Don said, still holding tight to Herb.
“Really? You do?” I asked. If he really did play, I was more than thrilled. Allison had been right—Linda would be well taken care of.
Herb looked sheepish, his bald head blushing slightly.
“Oh, don’t be modest,” I said. “If you can play, you’ve got the job. Do you know that tune they play when brides walk down the aisle?”
“The Wedding March?” Herb asked, his eyebrows rising to his nonexistent hairline.
“Yes, that’s the one,” I said. I’d never paid attention to the name of the tune, but it did make sense.
“Of course,” he said confidently. Don let go of his arm.
“Terrific. Okay, today’s Friday, the wedding will be Wednesday. We’ll have a rehearsal early Tuesday morning. Bring your violin.”
Herb looked at Don and then back at me. “Don’t you want to hear me play beforehand? To make sure, you know, that I can play?”
“It’s either you or something I download off the Internet and put on my iPod. Will you be better than that?”
“Uh, yes, I think so.”
“Great. The job is yours.”
I wasn’t being lazy. I knew that if Don said Herb could play beautifully, he could play beautifully. First of all, Don wouldn’t lie about such a thing, and second, no one would offer to do something that would risk Linda’s wedding. Again, I noted to myself how right Allison had been. This was probably going to be the easiest wedding to plan in the history of all weddings.
I hadn’t written “music” on my list quite yet, but as Herb and Don walked away, I added the word just so I could feel the satisfaction of putting a check mark by it.
“How’s it going?”
“Hey, you,” I said as I smiled and put down the paper and pencil.
Ian Cartwright, ten years my junior, was my adorable boyfriend, although Allison said he was more exotic than adorable. He was about five-feet-ten, thin but muscled; he had a total of eight tattoos on his body, my favorite one being the sun on the back of his right hand. He wore his long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail most of the time, and his dark eyes still made me swoon, even after dating him for seven months.
Unfortunately, our otherwise perfect relationship had hit a small snag. Ian wanted me to travel with him back to his home in Iowa to meet his family. When he first asked me, my answer had been a firm “Uhhhh,” but the look on my face must have given away my true feelings.
I’d tried to explain to him a number of times that having gone through two divorces made me wary not only of marriage but also of the normal steps one takes on the way to being married, like meeting the family.
I’d tried to explain that though I felt more for him than I’d ever felt for anyone else, our relationship was still new enough that I wasn’t sure I was ready to take such a big step.
He said he understood, but I knew he didn’t, really. We were still together, but I could feel the strain between us. I didn’t want that strain, but I also didn’t want to do something that felt like the wrong thing to do, like meet a family I wasn’t ready to meet. I hadn’t given him a firm answer yet, but said I would soon. I knew he was becoming increasingly impatient.
“I did something,” he said with a genuine smile.
I smiled back. There was no strain at the moment, and that was good.
“What did you do?”
Ian rubbed a finger under his nose. “Well, you might not be pleased.”
I continued to smile, ignoring the small thread of dread building in my chest. Uh-oh, surely he hadn’t invited his family here?
“Okay, tell me,” I said.
“You know that coffee shop we love—Maytabee’s?”
“Sure. Great coffee.”
“And pastries,” Ian added.
“Well, the manager of the one by my apartment is also the owner. She’s from Monson, but she has four other locations in Charleston.”
“She sounds successful,” I said. I had no idea what he was leading up to, but the dread was disappearing.
“Anyway, I took some of your strawberry jam to her a week ago.”
“You did? Why?”
“To see if she might be interested in selling it in her stores.”
My mouth dropped open. “Really? What did she say?”
“She wants you to do a presentation to her other managers. She loved the jam, but she likes to let her managers have a say in the products they carry.”
“Wow, Ian, that was unbelievably . . . helpful of you.”
Ian laughed. “I wondered if you’d have that reaction. You don’t know quite what to make of it, do you? You don’t like people messing with your business, but you realize this might be a good opportunity. Don’t worry, you’ll catch up soon enough.”
I nodded slowly. Then I did catch up, and realized how kind it had been for Ian to talk to the owner of Maytabee’s. I’d been wanting to find ways to expand my business, and this was a perfect start. “Ian, thank you. You’re right.” I leaned over the display table and kissed him quickly, in front of the entire farmers’ market world.
“You’re very welcome, but unfortunately there’s some bad news to go along with my great and fantastic news. She just called, and she’d like you to do the presentation Monday morning, when her other managers will be in town for their monthly meeting. What with the wedding announcement yesterday, I think your next few days, Monday included, have become very full.”
“True.” I put my hands on my hips. I’d already decided I wouldn’t have much time to work at the market over the next week. Because I’d already committed myself to not working full-time, I thought I could probably fit in a quick presentation. “I’ll make it work. Hey, you want to come to the presentation with me?”
“Sure. Let me know what I can do to help you prepare. I’m good with PowerPoint.” Ian smiled. In fact, he was good with anything that had anything to do with computers.
“That’s a deal. I’d appreciate it.” We smiled at each other, and though I knew he didn’t want me to know he was still perturbed about my continued indecision about visiting his family, I saw it in his eyes. “So, how about dinner tonight? You available?”
“I am. Thanks for the invite. I presume we’re going to Madeline Forsyth’s?”
“Yes. How about that show she put on?” I asked.
“She’s . . . interesting.”
We made arrangements to meet at Ian’s apartment at about four thirty. I’d promised Linda I wouldn’t be late. We estimated that it would take about fifteen minutes to get to Madeline’s from Ian’s, so four thirty would make us slightly early.
Of course, had we known Madeline’s fate, we probably wouldn’t have been overly concerned about being on time.
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Paige Shelton spent lots of years in advertising but now writes novels full time. She lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, with her husband and son. When she’s up early enough, one of her favorite things is to watch the sun rise over the Wasatch Mountains.
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Fruit of All Evil By Paige Shelton Copyright March 2011 Publisher Berkeley Prime Crime "Becca Robbins sells her farm-made jams and preserves at the local farmers' market to make a living. But when a local lovely decides to tie the knot at the same market, someone else decides to make a killing." Becca's best friend Linda asks her to be her maid of honor for her wedding. So with a wedding to plan, her business to run, and oooops did I forget the dead Mother of the Groom? Becca who multitasks fairly well is now off and running. She enlists her sister's help with some of the wedding plans so she can find out who killed Mom in Law. Paige Shelton has an evil sense of humor, which is why I love her books. She manages to drop her heroine into some really strange situations where she has to use all her wits and experience to clear things up and get her life back to "normal". FTC Full Disclosure: I received this book as a gift and I reviewed it for my own pleasure and entertainment of others.
We were introduced to twin sisters Becca and Allison and Bailey's Farm Market in Farm Fresh Murder last April and "I LIKED" that debut so much I could hardly wait to get this new book in my hot little hands. In this installment Becca agrees to be Maid of Honor for her friend Linda who sells scrumptious pies at Bailey's. Becca thinks helping Linda plan the Farm Market themed wedding "will be as easy as pie". That is until until the mother of groom is found murdered just days before the wedding date. It is then that Becca meets all the groom's relatives and while most are cousins, they are more like the crazy uncle everyone seems to have in their family that no one talks about. Could any of these relatives actually be crazy enough to kill the designated matriarch of the family? Becca seems to find herself "in a bit of a pickle" as she tries to solve the murder so the impending nuptials can take place before the groom has to leave on "special assignment." I am absolutely in love with everything about this book. The setting, the characters, the main mystery, the off shoot mystery, the budding romance, the wedding plans, the recipes, every part of this story. Becca's romance is moving forward with Ian with a little trepidation at first. The wacky family of the groom that has been introduced adds not only humor but the perfect slice of intrigue. I just know Linda's groom Drew's "special assignment" has a story all it's own. Our favorite characters from the first book are back trying to make the perfect wedding for their friend. I have to add that I read this book on a snowy, chilly Wisconsin day, but through the author's words was transferred right into some wonderful warm weather and could almost smell the wild flowers and taste the berries. It makes me anxious for Spring to get here, just as Paige said in her guest post. This is a perfect story to get you out of those winter doldrums and start planning for the garden season that will soon be here. I hope you will all rush out to get this book today so your can enjoy your own slice of FRUIT OF ALL EVIL!! Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from The Berkley Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Publishing. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255 : "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
Love this series. At first I thought I wasn't going to like the story line and characters but after a few pages I was hooked and looking forward to more books in this series. I've read the first 3 and find the plots getting more involved with several funny incidents especially with the chickens. Thanks to the author.
Becca Robins has just five days to help her good friend Linda McMahon plan her wedding to Navy SEAL Drew Forsyth before he has to leave for his latest assignment. Linda wants to hold the ceremony at Bailey's Farmers' Market, the main setting of "Fruit of All Evil", the second in the Farmer's Market Mystery series. Becca and Linda are both vendors at the market, and Linda wants all the food, flowers, and decorations for her special day to be obtained from fellow vendors. As maid of honor, Becca's task of planning the wedding is should come a little easier by the fact that her twin sister Allison manages the market. However, Linda's future mother-in-law Madeline Forsyth, a banker who has foreclosed on several area farms, demands perfection. As the wedding draws nearer, it turns out Madeline won't be criticizing any of the arrangements - she is murdered in her bedroom the same day she is holding a pre-wedding dinner for Linda and Drew. Officer Sam Brion, friends with Becca from a prior case, seems to be focusing on bank customers in his investigation. However, Becca thinks the murderer may be someone closer to home. Anxious to get the murder solved so Linda and Drew can continue with their wedding as planned, Becca starts her own investigation of Madeline's family. There are many things to enjoy in this book. I like the unique setting of the farmer's market. It's a perfect way to showcase a variety of quirky characters that all care about each like family. Becca is an interesting character. She is very unassuming and down-to-earth. She values nature and her friends and family as opposed to materialistic things, which could be in part because of her upbringing by her "hippie" parents. Becca truly enjoys growing her berries and making the homemade jams and preserves she sells at the market. She is in a serious relationship with Ian Cartwright, a much younger artist. While she is hesitant to commit fully to Ian, she ignores the chemistry between her and Sam. The attraction is obvious to Becca's sister Allison, as well as the reader, so this could be building into an interesting triangle in future books. Unfortunately, Becca takes her involvement to the extreme. While it's common for amateur detectives to wind up in dangerous situations, Becca continuously takes chances for no reason. For example, she takes Madeline's cell phone from the crime scene. She later feels guilty and gives it back to the police, without even looking at it. While this wasn't dangerous, taking the phone makes her look suspicious and there was no gain. Later, Becca crawls out of a window at the police station to try to sneak to a back room where one of her friends is being questioned. You know without a doubt she is going to end up locked out on the ledge. Instead of being humorous, Becca's actions just seem silly. The foolish choices she makes throughout the investigation eventually become so ridiculous, I started to dislike the character which took away from my initial enjoyment of the book. The distinctive setting and variety of unique characters give this series a lot of charm. The closest in terms of the setting would be Sheila Connelly's Orchard mysteries. If the author tones down some of Becca's impulsiveness and show some growth and maturity of the character, this could be a series to follow in future installments. This review was originally written for the "Season for Romance" E-Zine. The book was provided to me in exchange for an honest review.
I really liked the setting of Bailey's farmer's market and meeting many of the vendors inside. Becca Robins, longtime resident of the area, does a booming business selling her homemade jams and preserves from fruits she grows herself. Twice divorced, she has apprehensions about being her friend Linda's maid of honor. When Linda's banker mother-in-law Madeline is found dead, however, Becca and her boyfriend Ian decide a little sleuthing is in order. With a good relationship with a local policeman, Sam Brion, Becca is even able to tag along with Sam on official business. Madeline's varied family members are just crying out to be suspects, as are several townspeople who have been receiving foreclosure notices. This is the second Farmer's Market mystery by Shelton and I didn't find that I was too lost by starting here. I look forward to another story set in this South Carolina farmer's market!
I really enjoyed Farm Fresh Murder, the first book in this series, and I liked Fruit of All Evil even more! It's great when the ending to a mystery doesn't give itself away, and that's the case here. Love the characters and the style of writing. Very enjoyable, hard to put down ... ended up with one of those late nights (or was it an early morning) finishing it.
Ms. Shelton does it again with a deliciously good twist. There are enough possible suspects and a variety of clues that leave you uncertain over who the murderer is until the protagonist begins putting the pieces together in the last 40 pages. The protagonist, Becca Robins is a quirky, true-to-life character. I wish I could set up a stall next to her at the farmers' market. I love how believably Becca becomes entangled in what should be police business. Her amateur sleuth foibles are hilarious. Laugh out loud moments included: the cat-in-the-hen-house and the ledge-climbing. Ms. Shelton does an excellent job bringing the reader along with Becca on all her escapades to the point where I held my breath out there on the ledge with Becca. The other members of the farmers' market are all well-rounded and endearing, from the curmudgeony Abner to the super-efficient Allison. The setting is always well done, I can picture Linda's gingerbread house and Drew's culinary masterpiece of a kitchen. I am not a fan of setting, but it's worked in and done so well, I scarcely realized I'd read those paragraphs until the image of the place fills my mind. The plot moves quickly and the transitions are seamless. Every scene builds on the one before it. The voice is captivating and I can't imagine anyone not liking Becca. Especially as she tackles the job of "Number One" (maid of honor) to her friend Linda. And the recipes at the back sound scrumptious. Dying to get your hands on a copy? I can't wait for the next book in the series so that I can return to the town of Monson!
Becca Robins makes her living selling her farm-made jams and preserves at the local farmers' market. A two-times-up-at-bat-and-strike-out in the marriage department, Becca is gun shy about anything to do with wedded bliss. But what can she do when her best friend and fellow farmers' market vendor, Linda McMahon, asks Becca to be her "Number One" (a title the bride-to-be-suggests rather than the traditional "Maid of Honor")? She agrees-reluctantly. Linda is engaged to Drew Forsyth, a hunky guy whose job description is a murky one. Something to do with the U.S. military. Top secret. Important. Shhh.mum's the word. Rather, mum-in-law's the word. Drew's mum, Madeleine Forsyth, is a high-powered banker in town, making enemies left and right by foreclosing on properties just for the fun of it. Her nickname is For-scythe, because she loves cutting people down and ruining their livelihood. Can you say, "mother-in-law from hell"? Becca and her new love, Ian Cartwright (perhaps a third trip down the aisle in a future book), are invited to join the extended Forsyth family for a pre-wedding dinner. But Madeleine doesn't show. Because she's upstairs, indisposed. Permanently. If the wedding is to go on before the groom ships out to parts unknown to do who-knows-what, it's up to Becca and Ian to make it happen. "Fruit of All Evil" is fun read and includes delicious, farm-fresh recipes as a bonus. Reviewed by Susan Santangelo, Author of "Retirement Can Be Murder" for Suspense Magazine
Becca and her friends are back for more adventures: Fellow market vendor Linda has asked Becca to be her maid of honor at her upcoming wedding. But before the wedding can take place there is a murder the bride to be's future mother-in-law is murder. Becca is back at it and wants to help solve the murder so Linda and Drew can get married. This is a great follow up to Farm Fresh Murder. The cast of characters are well written and the adventure they take you on is fun. I really enjoyed reading this book.
I like Fruit of All Evil as much as Farm Fresh Market, even a little better. I couldn't put the book down. I have gotten very involved with the characters. Becca is a real person to me, I want to jump in and tell her to be careful. Ian and Sam return in this book. And of course Becca keeps getting in to trouble, but in such an innocent way. I know what book my friend will be getting for birthday.
This is the second in the series and what a story. Once again it is an original mystery. It kept me guessing until the end. Character development is superb. I feel like I know these people!! Read this series!
Becca Robbins and her friend Linda work at Bailey's farmers' market. Linda asks Becca to be her "Number One" at her upcoming wedding to Drew Forsyth. At a dinner thrown by Drew's mother the guests find the body of Drew's mother... I knew this book was going to be enjoyable after the first pew pages. Interesting, likable characters and breezy dialogue. The characters are the type of people I would like to hang out with. It was a fun read and I look forward to more books in this series.
This is a great read. If you enjoyed the first installment in her series, Farm Fresh Murder, you will also enjoy Fruit of All Evil. If you haven't read Farm Fresh Murder you should! Fruit of All Evil is just as good as its predecessor with the twists and turns around every page. Don't start this book if you don't have time to read it because it will suck you in. Becca finds herself informally investigating another murder mystery in small Monson, SC. The community has seen its fair share of homicides and somehow they seem to always involve Bailey's Farmers Market and its vendors. There is no shortage of suspects and motives. You find yourself swallowed up by Becca's adventures and following along on her not so well-thought out informal investigations. Mixed in with her antics are sparkles of romance. The mystery lies not just in solving the crime but in getting to know Shelton's characters. If you like mystery, adventure or romance you will find something for you in this excellent Sophomore novel from Paige Shelton. I recommend Fruit of All Evil and, if you haven't read Shelton's first novel, you'll be pleased with Farm Fresh Murder as well.
In Monson, South Carolina the business of Bailey's Farmer Market is thriving. Venders Becca Robbins and Linda McMahon are close friends. Linda asks and Becca agrees to be her Number One matron of honor. Linda's fiancé Drew Forsyth invites Becca to a family dinner. However, everyone wonders where his mother Madeline is as she fails to attend. They find her corpse in her bbedroom; she was obviously strangled. Becca believes the murder is linked to foreclosure letters from the bank to homeowners insisting they are in arrears on their mortgage payments. Fearing her BFF's nuptials will be cancelled, Becca, hopes to preserve the ceremony by investigating the crimes landing in one jam after another. Readers will enjoy this down home regional amateur sleuth mystery due to a quirky cast headed by the matron of jams. The story line is fast-paced fun though fans will have to accept Becca as an ace detective even with her previously solving the Farm Fresh Murder case. Still Fruit of All Evil is a very special Farmers' Markey Mystery. Harriet Klausner