Heaven Preserve Us (Home Crafting Mystery Series #2)

Heaven Preserve Us (Home Crafting Mystery Series #2)

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by Cricket McRae
     
 

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Wine jelly. Watermelon pickles. And a suicidal stalker? Great.

Thirty-something crafter extraordinaire Sophie Mae Reynolds makes preserves by day and answers a crisis center help referral line by night. What better way to help people while still keeping a low profile? But on her very first night, she gets a call from a man who is threatening suicide . . .

Overview

Wine jelly. Watermelon pickles. And a suicidal stalker? Great.

Thirty-something crafter extraordinaire Sophie Mae Reynolds makes preserves by day and answers a crisis center help referral line by night. What better way to help people while still keeping a low profile? But on her very first night, she gets a call from a man who is threatening suicide . . . and her. Angrily deeming the caller a crank, her boss, Philip Heaven, disconnects the line. Days later, Philip dies from a nasty case of botulism. Now, as a stalker singles out Sophie Mae, Philip's eerie last words keep coming back to haunt her: Threat. Meant it.

Stirring up the town with talk of murder by preserves, can Sophie Mae and her handsome boyfriend Detective Barr Ambrose spoil a mad murderer's poisonous plans?

This dangerously delicious second book in the Home Crafting Mystery series also includes recipes for preserves and beauty products!

Praise:

"McRae writes about characters that we really care about, and her plot is thoroughly credible. Sophie Mae and her friends deserve many more adventures."—Booklist

"There’s something special about Ms. McRae as her strong characters and unique plot are definitely spellbinding."—Sydney Star Observer

"Murder by preserves promises your enjoyment of McRae's humor."—The Coloradoan

"Sophie Mae is a confident woman with an appetite for mystery and Heaven Preserve Us is a good one. The characters are engaging, the story intriguing, and the book a pleasure to read."—Mysterious Reviews

“McRae delivers another satisfying and clever novel with an intriguing plot—murder by botulism."—Fresh Fiction

"Nicely paced without any time wasted, Heaven Preserve Us does a fine job of leading the readers through the investigation with no false starts or cheap side trips...solid and entertaining."—Reviewing the Evidence

"McRae ably navigates the waters of small-town crime, establishing believable characters and capturing the charm and camaraderie of the denizens of Cadyville. This town might well be worth visiting frequently."—Gumshoe Review

“Sophie Mae is a top-notch cozy heroine."—Cozy Library

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Kirkus Reviews
Is a case of death by botulism a terrible accident or murder?While doing volunteer work answering the Heaven House Helpline, soapmaker Sophie Mae Reynolds is disturbed by a caller who seems to be stalking her rather than asking for professional help. Her concerns for herself pale, however, when Heaven House director Philip Heaven dies a nasty death in front of her eyes. Her boyfriend, policeman Barr Ambrose, ends up in the hospital with the same symptoms but survives. The authorities blame these developments on a bad jar of home-canned beets. But Sophie Mae, fresh from recently solving a murder, has a feeling this was no accident. It turns out that all the programs Philip Heaven was pledged to support went by the wayside so that he could spend the funds on himself. Sophie Mae is also worried about her housemate Meghan Bly, who's dating another volunteer at Heaven House, a man who seems to have no past. As Barr rests up in Sophie Mae's spare bedroom, the local force, stretched tight, has brought in a gorgeous, supercilious Seattle detective to help find the serial attacker plaguing the area. With no help forthcoming from the police, it is up to Sophie Mae to track down a killer and expose her stalker. Stubborn Sophie Mae's sophomore case provides her with more intriguing opportunities for sleuthing than her debut (Lye in Wait, 2007) ever did.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780738711225
Publisher:
Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
Publication date:
08/01/2008
Series:
Home Crafting Mystery Series, #2
Pages:
312
Sales rank:
1,249,613
Product dimensions:
5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)

Read an Excerpt

ONE

“You don’t have to fix any of the callers’ problems; you just pass them on to someone else who can.”

I nodded. “Got it.”

“Okay, babe. I’ll leave you to it. I’m going out back to have a smoke.”

Smiling through gritted teeth, I tried to ignore the acrid stench of cigarettes that permeated his clothes. Philip Heaven could spend the whole evening toasting his lungs in the alley if it meant I wouldn’t have to listen to him call me “babe” one more time in that gravelly, know-it-all voice. I’d handle every incoming call to the Heaven House Helpline if I had to. I mean, how hard could it be?

“Take your time,” I said, aligning my list of referral numbers with the edge of the blotter and lacing my fingers together on top of the cheap laminate desktop. I glanced hopefully at the multi-line phone.

“Thanks, babe.” He pointed his finger at me and made a gun-cocking sound with his tongue.

Yuck. Thank God, the phone rang. I reached to answer it.

After I referred a nice-but-scared-sounding lady to the next AA meeting in the basement of the Cadyville Catholic Church, the phone was silent for several minutes. The whooshing of tires across wet pavement on the street outside filtered into the spacious old building where I sat, a comfortable, lulling sound. I’d worked my way to forty-two across on the Seattle Times Tuesday crossword only to puzzle over a six-letter word for an exclamation of annoyance when the phone rang again. This time I gave a run-away boy an 800 number he could use to find a safe place to stay down in Seattle. I was pretty satisfied with the whole volunteer gig after that one and picked up the next call, feeling helpful as all get-out.

“I have the knife against my wrist. It shines in the light. And it’s cold. I bet this thing is so sharp I won’t even feel it slice through my skin.”

Uh oh.

I struggled to remember what I was supposed to say, but Philip’s meager training hadn’t prepared me for anything like this. Where was he? He couldn’t still be working on that cigarette, could he? After all, I hadn’t really meant that about him hanging out in the alley all night. It was my first night manning the Helpline at Heaven House, and Philip Heaven was supposed to be mentoring me. Sheesh.

So I said the only thing I could think of: “Wait!”

“Why should I wait? I’ve been waiting my whole life to die.”

Oh, brother. A philosopher. And a melodramatic one at that. “So have I,” I said.

“What?”

I looked at the caller ID, so I could jot it down on the call sheet. It read Private Call. Great.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life to die, too,” I said.

“You have?”

Yeah. Right along with all us other mortals.

Hush, Sophie Mae. He may be a moron, but he sounds pretty serious.

“But I’m not going to die today. And not tomorrow, either, at least not if I get a vote in the matter,” I said.

Silence.

“And neither should you. What’s your name?”

“It’s … just call me Allen.”

“Okay, Allen, listen, I’m going to—”

“What’s yours?”

“What’s my what?”

“Your name.”

“Allen, I need you to write down a number. This is someone who knows how to help you.”

“I don’t want another number. I want to talk to you. Tell me your name.”

“Sorry, it’s against—”

“I told you mine.”

No, you didn’t, I thought, but stopped myself before I said it out loud. Just call me Allen? That’s not how you tell someone your name, for Pete’s sake.

“Call me Jane.”

“No! I want your real name. Tell me.”

An icky feeling crawled up my spine. I put some steel in my voice. “Allen, take down this number: 555-2962. There’s someone there who’s trained in how to help you deal with your suicidal thoughts.”

“You’re trying to foist me off on someone else? All I want to know is who I’m dealing with.”

My resolve wavered. It was against the rules of Heaven House to give out our names to the people who called the Helpline. For that matter, I shouldn’t still be talking to this guy. Volunteers were armed with a long list of experts who dealt with all sorts of different problems, from teenaged runaways to unplanned pregnancy, depression to spousal abuse, alcoholism to … suicide. If Philip had been honest enough to list Heaven House as a Help Referral Line in the phone book maybe this guy wouldn’t be so angry about having to call someone else.

Still. There was something about him that gave me the creeps.

“I’m not going to tell you my real name. That’s against the rules here. I’m here to help you find someone to talk to. Are you going to let me do that?”

“No! All I want to know is who—”

A finger came down on the disconnect button. I went from staring stupidly at the phone to staring stupidly up at Philip. His cousin, Jude Carmichael, stood slightly behind him. I hadn’t heard either of them come in.

“Should you have done that?” I finally managed.

“I could hear him yelling. He’s a crank,” Philip said.

I licked my lips, ambivalent about the intense relief I felt at the timely rescue. “But what if he really needed help?”

Jude, his coat collar still turned up around his ears, shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. In the brief time I’d known him, I’d noticed that he did that a lot. When he spoke, I leaned closer so I could hear his soft voice.

“Then he should have taken it. You don’t have to put up with abuse, Sophie Mae. Philip should have told you. Sometimes people call in just to call in. They’re lonely.” He shuffled his feet again. I had the feeling he knew about lonely. “Or they’re weirdos. Like this guy. His next call will probably be heavy breathing and obscene language. He’s just bored.”

“Well, he better not call back here, then.”

Philip bent toward me. “Tell you what, babe. It’s your first night. Your shift’s almost over. Go ahead home.” “You sure?” “Yeah. It’s fine. My boy here can start his overnight shift early.” “That okay with you?” I asked Jude, since Philip hadn’t bothered.

Jude shrugged and tried a smile. “Sure. I forward the calls to my cell and keep it on my night stand. It hardly ever rings.” He pulled a phone out of his pocket and started pushing buttons on the one on the desk.

“I hope that guy didn’t scare you off,” Philip said.

“No, I’ll be back,” I said. “Friday, right?”

“That’ll be great. We’ll need your help. Friday night’ll be hoppin’!” He made it sound like great fun, taking all those desperate phone calls from people in horrible situations.

Woo hoo!

So that was volunteer work, I thought as I drove home a little after nine. Not that Heaven House was likely to be the best example. Philip Heaven, grandson of the famous, or more accurately, infamous, Nathaniel Heaven, had started Heaven House in Cadyville over a year ago. Funded with money granted to the project by the foundation created after the old man’s death, it was a nonprofit organization devoted to the community of Cadyville. What that meant in practical terms was yet to be seen.

So far there was the helpline and a bunch of empty rooms. Philip had programs planned for teens and the elderly, for job training, for low-cost childcare and helping the housebound, and even for the environment. It was a vague hodgepodge of good intentions. I’d heard several months before that he’d brought in his cousin to help, but from what I could tell they needed more help than Jude could provide.

The name was misleading, too, as most people assumed it was a religious organization. But Nathaniel had been a died-in-the-wool agnostic, and while the foundation didn’t actually ban reli-gious activities altogether, it was clear in the informational packet provided to volunteers that the board would not grant funding to any activity that wasn’t open to people of any and all denominations or belief systems.

I pulled to the curb in front of the house I shared with Meghan Bly and her eleven-year-old daughter, Erin. Jumping out of my little Toyota pickup, I ran up the sidewalk. Rain spattered down for the twentieth day in a row, and the temperature hovered around forty-two degrees—typical weather in the Pacific Northwest in February. The damp air smelled of rotting leaves and wood smoke.

In the foyer I shook like a dog, scattering the stray drops I hadn’t managed to avoid in my mad dash from the street. I waved at Meghan as I passed the doorway to the kitchen on my way to the stairs, breathing in the scent of freshly baked bread.

“Back in a sec,” I called over my shoulder and climbed to the second floor.
I poked my head into Erin’s room. “How’s it going?”

Meghan’s daughter sat in bed, wedged in on one side by a stuffed platypus and on the other by a big purple hippo. Brodie, Erin’s aging Pembroke Welsh Corgi, lay on his back, legs splayed open as he slept by her feet. His right eye cracked open so he could peer at me up-side down, then squeezed shut again. A textbook lay open on Erin’s lap, and she looked up from scribbling on loose-leaf notepaper when I spoke. Her elfin features held pure disgust.

“I hate math. I hate algebra, I hate geometry, and I plan on hating trigonometry and calculus as well.” She squinted blue-gray eyes at me and shook her head of dark curls for emphasis.

“Trig? When do you start that?” Could be next week for all I knew. She was in an advanced class and last year had blown by everything I’d retained from my English major’s admittedly pitiful math education. But trig? In the fifth grade?

“And proofs. I hate proofs, too.”

I had no idea what proofs were. I went in and looked at what she was working on. Drawn on the wide-ruled paper was a y-axis. And an x-axis. Lines connected some of the points in the grid. I still had no idea what proofs were.

“Looks like a graph,” I said. “What are you supposed to be proving?”

The look she gave me was full of pity.

“Okay. Well, I’m going to change my clothes and go talk to your mom. So, er, g’night.”

She sighed. “Goodnight, Sophie Mae.”

I smiled to myself as I went down the hallway to my room and changed into my flannel pjs. Erin was a drama queen. It would only get worse as she morphed from tween to teen, but at heart she was such a great kid I knew she’d make it through okay.

I just hoped Meghan and I made it through okay, too.

Meet the Author

Cricket McRae’s contemporary Home Crafting Mysteries reflect her interest in traditional colonial skills. Set in the Pacific Northwest, they feature activities like soap making, food preservation, spinning, cheese making, and mead making. For two years Cricket managed her own soap making business, including all product design, manufacturing and marketing. The author resides in Fort Collins, Colorado. She also writes the Magical Bakery Mysteries under the pen name Bailey Cates. For more information and recipes, visit CricketMcRae.com and HearthCricket.com.

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Todays_Working_Woman More than 1 year ago
For anyone that knows me, I'm not much for mysteries. However, I am trying to expand my horizons and branch out into other styles of writing. I saw this on a free booklist and decided to give it a whirl. I figured since it had somewhat to do with food, how bad could it be? I was pleasantly surprised with the entire read. The characters were well developed, the story was easy to read, and frankly, not lame. In fact, I was quite taken by the whole thing and really enjoyed myself throughout the whole book. Even trying to solve the mystery before it was over. Ms. McRae did a great job keeping that tidbit to the end. In Heaven Preserve Us: A Home Crafting Mystery we see Sophie May Reynolds trying to live her entrepreneurial life as soap maker and canning preserves during the and answering the helpline at a local crisis center at night. One night she takes a call from a mysterious suicidal guy who ends up stalking her via phone. Worse yet, the crisis center is in financial trouble, Sophie Mae's boss mysteriously dies of food poisoning and everyone becomes suspect, including the crisis center secretary! What a mess but oh what fun to watch Sophie sleuth her way through the maize of clues until she finds the culprit. With the help of her roommates, friends in the preserve exchange and the townsfolk of Cadyville (including Sophie's boyfriend, Detective Ambrose) Sophie stumbles upon a few more things than she bargains for. I must say that I really enjoyed Heaven Preserve Us: A Home Crafting Mystery by Cricket McRae. It was a fun, quick read and easy to follow. I actually thought this was the first book in the series, but just recently found out that it's the second. I am definitely going back to read the first one before continuing on. What I liked the most was the recipes and other ideas that Ms. McRae shared with her readers. This one is definitely a keeper!
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Sophie Meyers More than 1 year ago
The book was thrilling, and kept me hooked, wanting to see what Sophie Mae would uncover next.
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onehuskergal More than 1 year ago
I love the characters, feel like I know them well. There is always a twist and I have not figured one out yet. Look forward to the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the second entry in Cricket McRae's Home Crafting series (Lye in Wait was the first). The main character, Sophie Mae Reynolds, has a small business making soap and other beauty products. She is a young widow and shares a home with a divorced friend, Meghan, and Meghan's precocious daughter Erin. This cozy series comes complete with recipes - some edible, some bath & beauty products. Sophie Mae has started volunteering at a local crisis hotline that's based at the Heaven House Community Center. Her first shift she has an odd call - and ends up with a stalker! Then the head of the Center dies of botulism poisoning - and Sophie Mae is convinced it's murder. I wasn't as convinced this time that Sophie Mae acted logically - she seemed to overreact in some circumstances, causing her to take significant risks. That said, I'll be back for the next one - if only to find out how Erin does at the regional Spelling Bee!
The-Ivy More than 1 year ago
I stayed up too late finishing this one! Sophie Mae plays detective again getting herself in trouble just like in Lye in Wait. The second book of the series has both a murder and a twist. McRae's plot decidely heated up towards the end. I look forward to the next book in the series, not only for the fun but the recipes!