Lye in Wait (Home Crafting Mystery Series #1) [NOOK Book]

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Cocoa butter soap, check. Lemon lip balm, check. A dead body?

That's just what Sophie Mae Reynolds finds in her workroom: the corpse of Walter Hanover, the neighborhood handyman. He died from drinking lye, something she has in good supply. But the police don't suspect Sophie Mae, a thirty-something widow who makes and sells beauty products. Instead they call it a suicide. ...

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Overview

Cocoa butter soap, check. Lemon lip balm, check. A dead body?

That's just what Sophie Mae Reynolds finds in her workroom: the corpse of Walter Hanover, the neighborhood handyman. He died from drinking lye, something she has in good supply. But the police don't suspect Sophie Mae, a thirty-something widow who makes and sells beauty products. Instead they call it a suicide. But why would a man with lottery cash and a loving fiancée kill himself?

No one can stop the impulsive Sophie Mae from answering this riddle, not her sensible best friend Meghan or Detective Ambrose, who incites annoyance as well as stomach flutters. Sophie Mae's big mouth and sharp nose lead her to a peppermint-scented trail of arson, bigamy, and a shocking family secret that reveals a personal connection to Walter . . . and his killer.

This crafty new series features real recipes and a blundering, yet lovable, amateur sleuth who brings a fresh face to cozy mysteries.

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal

When Sophie Mae Reynolds discovers the corpse of her handyman in her workshop where she makes soaps and other beauty products, she shifts into amateur-sleuth mode and places herself in danger as soon as possible. McRae crafts strong characters, including Sophie's best friend, Meghan; Meghan's ten-year-old daughter; and an aging corgi. She also spins a credible, enjoyable plot. This debut series is set in Cadyville, WA, which is just north of Seattle. For cozy and crafts fans.


—Jo Ann Vicarel
Kirkus Reviews
A soapmaker who finds a corpse in her workshop can't control her urge to investigate any better than she can control her inventory of oatmeal-milk bath salts. Even though lye is an essential ingredient in her craft, soapmaker Sophie Mae Reynolds swears that the sodium hydroxide that killed handyman Walter Hanover didn't come from her. She lives with her best friend Meghan Bly, and there's just too much risk to Meghan's ten-year-old daughter Erin, so all her supplies are locked carefully away in the cabinets that line her basement workshop. Of course, she can't explain where the lye that killed Walter did come from, or why he chose to drink it in her workshop-facts that don't escape the keen notice of Detective Barr Ambrose. But it isn't just to clear herself that Sophie Mae visits Walter's aging mother Tootie and checks out the Beans R Us coffee shop, where Walter spent afternoons playing cribbage with Debby and Jacob Silverman. No matter how often Ambrose warns her to leave sleuthing to the professionals, she has to conceal the boxes she rescued from Walter's burned-out cottage from the police so that she can check them for clues herself-even after a mysterious driver tries to end her snooping with a van. McRae's debut is mainly lather.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780738717289
  • Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, LTD.
  • Publication date: 9/1/2010
  • Series: Home Crafting Mystery Series , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 168,989
  • File size: 765 KB

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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That Thursday morning had been going so well until I found the local handyman dead on my workroom floor. Walter lay on his back, twisted to one side. His right hand was pressed to his throat. The left clenched the chambray work shirt in front of his heart. Streaks of moisture along the cuffs and in uneven splotches down the front darkened the blue of the shirt's fabric. I recognized the signature yellow suspenders first, then the gray hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Staring down at the ruin of his face, I covered my mouth with one hand. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips drawn back in a horrific grimace. The interior of his open mouth was inflamed and raw. His teeth, now a disturbing shade of dark gray, jutted from what remained of his gums, and angry blisters welled on his chin and jaw.

My gaze shifted to the open doorway, to where the sun had finally pried its way through the clots of gray sludge above. The Japanese maple in our backyard blazed incandescent orange against the evergreens along the neighbor's cedar fence. A chicka-dee called through October air so crisp it would have crunched if you bit into it?

Then I remembered to breathe. A long, shuddering inhala-tion, and the oxygen hit my brain. Practicality surfaced through my horror, and I spun and ran up the interior stairs to the main part of the house. Through the kitchen and the foyer to Meghan's massage room, where I burst in without thinking. Thank God her client was still dressed. Meghan's eyes widened.

"Call 911," I said.

She dropped an armful of white towels onto the massage table. "What happened?" "Walter's dead in the basement. Call 911."

She nodded and went through to her office for the phone. As she called out to the client that she'd have to reschedule, I turned and ran back downstairs. I'd never been more grateful for Meghan's no-nonsense approach to things than I was at that moment.

Back in my workroom, I leaned against a counter and looked around at anything except the body on the floor. The spacious thirty-five-by-forty-foot room had been plumbed and heated when Meghan and her husband–now ex-husband–bought the house. I'd hired Walter to install plasterboard, two rows of track lighting, a few appliances, and several work surfaces. He'd made it into the perfect place to produce the soap and other items I mar-ket under the name Winding Road Bath Products.

A glass lay on its side at the edge of the braided rag rug in front of the sink, an oblong splatter of liquid extending out onto the bare concrete. The room smelled of the rosemary and peppermint essential oils I'd used to make a foot scrub the previous afternoon, but another odor rode the air, far more subtle and so familiar it didn't seem out of place until I realized what it was: sodium hy-droxide. Lye. I used it to make soap, but I hadn't mixed any batches of cold-process soap for over a week.

With a growing sense of dismay, I tiptoed to the glass and the spill on the floor and crouched beside them. Then, like an idiot, I stuck my finger in the liquid. The slick consistency was instantly familiar, and I hurried to the sink to rinse it off even as my skin began burning. I had to step over Walter to reach the faucet. My hands were shaking. No wonder his mouth looked like that. Lean-ing over the sink, I gulped air and tried to quell my rising stomach contents.

"The paramedics are on the way," Meghan said from the door-way. "Poor Walter?hey, are you okay?" I turned from the sink and tried to nod. Meghan started toward me, then faltered as her gaze dropped to the form on the floor.

"Oh God, Sophie Mae. What the?" She looked up at me. "What happened to his face?"

"He?" I swallowed. "I think he drank lye."

"Holy shit." Her voice was low, almost a whisper.

We heard a thump and the doorbell rang upstairs. Brodie, Meghan's old corgi, let out a series of sharp barks from the top of the stairs, and my housemate went up to answer the door.

Two uniformed EMTs, a woman and a man, clumped down the narrow wooden stairs and hurried to the prone figure. Meghan followed behind them, stopping on the bottom step to watch from the doorway. Kneeling beside him, the paramedics blocked my view of Walter's head and torso. I heard them mutter to one another in low voices, and moments later they stood up, shaking their heads. The man took a walkie-talkie phone from his belt and stepped out into the backyard. Through the window I saw two firemen talking in the alley.

The woman told me in a gentle voice they couldn't do anything to help Walter–not much of a news flash, but her kindness brought a sudden lump to my throat.

The other paramedic returned. "They're on their way."

"Who?" I asked.

"Police."

"Oh." And for the next five minutes we stood in awkward silence, waiting for whatever would come next.

t w o

The doorbell rang again and Meghan went upstairs. She re-turned with a uniformed officer in tow. He looked about fourteen years old, though he must have been at least in his twenties. Nice looking, with hair the color of sand and wide blue eyes that grew wider when one of the EMTs said it looked like Walter had died from something he ingested.

No kidding.

I imagined how the lye would have felt going down: nothing, then the fierce burn, the realization of having made a terrible, ut-terly irrevocable mistake.

I started to tell the officer about the lye, but he waved me off and pulled his phone from his heavy belt, murmuring into it as he walked through the open door to the backyard, just as the para-medic had.

The EMTs went back upstairs, and I heard Brodie's muffled barking; Meghan had shut him in the laundry room, away from all the comings and goings. She still wore her work clothes–loose yoga pants paired with a soft pastel T-shirt. We sat down on the third step, where the wall and the corner of a counter blocked the body except for Walter's work boots pointing toward the ceiling.

"Turning up your toes" had been my grandmother's euphemism for dying, and when it popped into my head I had to fight down the sick giggle that threatened to erupt. Instead my stomach rum-bled, and the urge toward inappropriate laughter turned to con-sternation. Even under these circumstances, my body still insisted I'd skipped breakfast and owed it an early lunch.

The sandy-haired cop came back in but hovered near the back door, looking as though he'd rather be almost anywhere else. I couldn't really blame him.

The EMTs must have let in the next arrivals. We heard them coming down from above and moved off the narrow stairs so they could enter the room. First came a tall, thin, balding man who looked like an undertaker, but wore the same dark blue uniform as Sandy Hair. He introduced himself as Sergeant Zahn. Behind him came another man, wearing jeans and a maroon, collared shirt under a sweater the color of fall chestnuts. Sawdust clung to the elbow of the sweater. His dark hair had begun to gray at the temples, and his brown eyes moved around the room, lingering for a moment as something snagged his interest, then flicking to the next detail.

Looking relieved, the young officer hurried over to them. The three men talked for a minute, then Sandy Hair went upstairs. I'd been able to identify the paramedics, the firemen, and the police by their uniforms. Who was the guy wearing jeans?

"Ladies," Sergeant Zahn said, "I'm very sorry for your loss." It sounded like patter right out of a TV crime drama, and I could tell he was really thinking about something else. "We need for you to move upstairs while we process this room. Detective Ambrose here will need to ask you some questions."

Ah. Detective Ambrose.

Sergeant Zahn went outside and took out yet another cell phone. Meghan moved back to the bottom of the stairway, but I shifted closer to the spatter of lye on the floor, guarding it from the feet of the emergency personnel. Detective Ambrose looked around the room again, his gaze methodical, his attention pausing for several seconds on Walter, on the glass lying on the floor, and then on my face.

He raised his eyebrows, and I thought he was going to chastise me for not hopping to obey the sergeant's orders.

But instead he said, "You found him?"

"Yes."

"And you are?"

"Sophie Mae Reynolds.

"You live here?"

I nodded.

Ambrose waved toward Walter. "What about him?"

"What?Did he live here? No. Across the alley, in that little cot-tage." I pointed. "Walter is–was–our local handyman, fix-it guy, whatever you want to call it. He was going to build a new raised bed for our vegetable garden this morning."

He walked over and gazed down at the body. "Poor bastard," he said. His brow furrowed and he bent to take a closer look at Wal-ter's face. "If you could go ahead and wait upstairs, Ms. Reynolds, I'll be there in a moment. I'd like to take you over to the station in order to get a proper statement."

"I just wanted to tell you to be careful where you step," I said. "This spill's caustic."

Ambrose straightened. "What is it?"

"It's sodium hydroxide," I said.

"Sodium hydroxide."

"Lye."

"Lye? Why would?" he trailed off, looking back down at Walter.

"I don't know. I mean, I think it's there on the floor because he drank it and then dropped the glass, but I don't know why he'd do that. Drink it, I mean. I can see why he'd drop the glass, of course." I closed my mouth to stop my babbling.

"How do you know it's lye?"

"By the smell. And I stuck my finger in it."

He raised one eyebrow.

"I know, I know. Stupid," I said. "But I was a little rattled. Any-way, it's slick, definitely alkaline. And has that flat, almost sweetish smell. It's quite distinctive."

Ambrose leaned over the stain. "All I smell is something minty."

"Peppermint." I leaned forward, too. Sniffed. The peppermint scent was coming from the pool on the floor. "But I can smell the lye, too."

He straightened. "Not many people'd be able to peg lye by the texture and smell."

I let that hang.

"Any idea where the stuff came from?" he asked.

"I don't know. Can't be mine."

"You don't keep any on hand to clear sink clogs?" His tone was mild, but he never blinked and his eyes never left my face.

"Um, not for that, no," I said, flustered. Behind me I heard Meghan make a noise in her throat.

The skin seemed to tighten across Ambrose's features. "Meaning??"

"Well, I use lye, yes. But," I said, pointing to the liquid on the floor, "that's not mine. Or at least I didn't mix it up." I stopped and took a deep breath. "Look, I keep lye here. Plenty of it, but I haven't needed any for a week or so. I don't see how the lye Walter drank could have come from my supply."

"Your supply."

"Yes."

He sighed. "Ms. Reynolds, perhaps you would indulge me with an explanation of just why you have ?plenty of lye' on the premises."

"Oh. I guess I haven't been very clear, have I? I use sodium hydroxide to make cold-process soap, which is a large part of my handmade toiletry business. You mix the granules with water to activate the lye, then combine it with oils at certain temperatures. The resulting chemical reaction produces soap." I just managed to stop myself before I began spewing information about saponifica-tion and superfatting.

A displeased expression settled on Detective Ambrose's face. "Show me where you keep it."

"Sure." I went to a lower cupboard beside the refrigerator, knelt in front of it, and reached for the combination lock.

"Wait." He squatted next to me. Up close, his sweater smelled of fresh-cut wood. Pulling on a pair of rubber gloves, he asked, "What's the combination?"

Staring at his hands, my mind went blank.

"Ms. Reynolds?"

I blinked and my brain came back online. I gave him the num-bers and carefully he spun the dial forward, back, forward again, slid the lock off the hasp, and opened the door. Inside sat two five-gallon buckets of sodium hydroxide granules with snap-on lids and skull-and-crossbones labels. Several empty gallon jugs sat on a shelf above, each of which had a rough skull and crossbones drawn on with permanent marker and the word POISON in bold red ink.

Detective Ambrose stood. "So what are the plastic jugs for?"

"When I'm going to be making a lot of soap–and when I make soap, I make a lot at a time–it's expedient to mix up all the lye I'll need at once. It doesn't react with plastic, so these work well for storing it. I always keep the solid sodium hydroxide in here–and the liquid lye once it's mixed. I'm careful about keeping the lock on."

He crossed his arms over his chest.

Meghan spoke from where she waited by the stairs. "She's very careful with the chemicals, Detective. I have a ten-year-old daugh-ter, and Sophie Mae would never do anything to endanger her."

I flashed her a grateful glance.

"And you are?" Detective Ambrose turned to face her.

"Meghan Bly. I own this house." Her voice trembled at little at the end.

"I see." He turned back to me.

"So how would?Walter, right??How would Walter get access to your lye? Did he know the combination?"

I frowned. "No. I never told him. Never needed to."

Ambrose looked skeptical. "And that's all of it there in the cup-board? You don't have it anywhere else, maybe in liquid form?"

I shook my head.

"You know, Ms. Reynolds, anyone can make a mistake."

"That is not my lye."

He stood watching me and, as I felt the flush creep up my face, I cursed the Scandinavian complexion that showed my every emotion.

"So despite the fact you have literally buckets full of lye here in this room, and a man lies dead on the floor apparently from drinking lye, you don't think there's a connection?"

"I don't–"

"A man, who, I might add, doesn't even live here? Who could have accessed the lye without your knowledge?"

"I never told him the combination. Not even the girl who works for me can get into that cupboard if I don't open the lock for her." I paused, realizing what Ambrose had just said.

Since stumbling upon Walter, my thoughts had been focused in a tight beam, concerned only with tamping down my visceral reaction so I could concentrate on the practical details of how to deal with a dead body in my workroom. Now it occurred to me to wonder why he'd taken a swig of lye in the first place.

"Wait a minute. He?he did it on purpose?" I rubbed my hand over my face. "Oh, God. He?of course?he committed–" But I couldn't say it, struggling to swallow away the dread that settled into my chest just from thinking the word.

Ambrose's gaze held mine in an almost physical grip. A few beats while no one spoke, and finally he looked away. But before he did, something gentle–sympathy? kindness?–passed through his eyes. I tried not to be obvious as I let out my breath.

He put the combination lock in a plastic bag. "I'll be happy to drive you to the station for that statement."

Meghan said, "We'll drive right over, after we freshen up and get our nerves under control. Say, in half an hour?"

Ambrose didn't look happy but agreed. In Meghan's former life she'd been a lawyer–technically she could still practice–so I guessed we were within our rights. And the ugly truth was that Walter's death, besides being horrifying and sad, could present legal issues since he'd died in her house.

I wondered if I could somehow prove he hadn't used my lye to kill himself.

Zahn came back in, and Ambrose turned toward him. Meghan started up the stairs, but I just stood there, looking at our handy-man still lying on the cold concrete, and hated myself and pretty much everyone else for having to think about liability at a time like this. I'd liked Walter Hanover a lot. He'd been a fixture in the neighborhood for years and had been a great help to Meghan, her daughter, and me. He lived across the alley in the former guest-house for the larger house facing the street behind ours. A gentle soul, he worked hard and always had a cheerful word for everyone. Whatever despair had driven him to deliberately choose such a horrible death must have been grim indeed.

My eyes felt hot. I blinked, hard.

Freshen up, Meghan had said. Not a bad idea, come to think of it. A splash of cold water on my face and a splash of Scotch down my gullet. Or perhaps better to wait on the latter until after I'd given my statement. I trudged upstairs to find a cold-water spigot and talk to my housemate before heading over to the Cadyville Police Station.

Below, I heard Zahn say, "For God's sake, Ambrose. I don't care if it is your day off–go home and change. Makes the department look bad."

As I walked through the door to the kitchen, Brodie's vigorous displeasure at being shut away from the excitement drowned the detective's response.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2008

    Who killed the handyman with lye?

    Sophie Mae Reynolds is quite surprised to find the neighborhood handyman, Walter Hanover, dead in her workroom. He died from drinking lye. She has plenty of it on hand for making soap. But the police call it suicide. Sophie can't understand why a man who won the lottery and has a loving fiancée kill himself. So, she investigates. Her best friend Meghan tries to stop her to no avail. Detective Ambrose, who sends the butterflies in her stomach a flutter but can also cause her annoyance, can't stop her either. Her sleuthing leads her to peppermint and a trail of arson, bigamy, and a family secret that's quite shocking and reveals a personal connection to Walter. Can it connect him to his killer? Can Sophie uncover the killer without putting herself and those she loves at risk? Sophie is a breath of fresh air as a lovable amateur sleuth. She is so much fun as she works her way through her investigation. I look forward to reading many more adventures with Sophie. Detective Ambrose and Meghan help balance Sophie and try to keep her out of trouble. That isn't an easy job. The new craft series features recipes as well. I highly recommend this book.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2007

    A reviewer

    Not only do we get a good mystery story, but also recipes for making soap, lip balm & bath crystals--with great tips throughout the book--along with instructions on how to run your own business. I still can picture the characters clearly and there were portions where I laughed out loud. Very cleverly written...loved it!

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2012

    Fun, light hearted mystery

    Truly enjoyed this mystery. Just enough twists and turns to keep it interesting. Great summer reading.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    Yes buy

    Good plot good characters. I enjoyed reading this because there was enough detail to picture in your mind what was happening. I don't care for books that have so to many added thoughts and details of something like, a person gum chewing. I'm craft person so stories that included crafts in the stories come more to life for me. I plan to buy more of this authors books. Worth buying.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 8, 2012

    Good

    I thought Lye in Wait was a good read. I love any novel which I can't put down or it keeps me coming back. This book kept me coming back. I thought the characters and the plot was well written. I really enjoyed the recipes and the website at the end of the book, something I felt was a plus. By this being a mystery series I will be reading more and I would recommend this book to others.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2012

    Absolutely loved it!

    I am a crafty, but never knew anything about soap making and enjoyed learning about the art. Sophie Mae is a joy and I am looking forward to reading her other adventures and crafting secrets. Thank you for the receipes at the end of the book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 7, 2011

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    Great Book

    I really enjoyed reading this book. A who done it with a sprinkle of humor and relatable characters. Great Read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 11, 2011

    Best Ever

    I got this book on free Friday and did not pick it up for a while. When I started reading this book, I could not put it down. It was arguably one of the best books I have read...twist and turns and great characters, I can't wait to jump into the next one. A must read. You have got to read this book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 10, 2011

    Much better than expected

    Well written and interesting read. I would definitely read this authors work again...and am interested in reading another installment in this crafting series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 28, 2011

    Kept me entertained

    I'm not a critic, nor am I too terribly analytic - If a book keeps my interest thru the end, then it's good, if I get bored or frustrated then it isn't good. This one was good. It wasn't as "home crafty" as some of the reviewers made it out to be. There were a few twists and turns, nothing "shocking" but good none the less. I got it for free, so I read it. There are hundreds of free books for the nook, no need to spend money.

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  • Posted September 17, 2011

    carrie

    Love, love, loved this book! The characters were so well written and so believable that soon Sophie Mae felt like a personal friend! I hated to see the book end. Cricket McRae is a very talented writer. I read a lot of murder mysteries and, unfortunately, am not often surprised by the endings...that was not the case with this book. I highly recommend this one!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2013

    Fun enjoyable mystery!

    Fun, entertaining mystery with enjoyable characters. Looking forward to reading more by this author.

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  • Posted January 22, 2013

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    Enjoyable Story starts out with the dead body of Walter the loca

    Enjoyable
    Story starts out with the dead body of Walter the local handyman and the search begins for the killer. The characters are very likable. A quick and enjoyable read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2012

    GOOD SHORT BOOK

    This was a fun and light read. Very detailed with a mystery feel. Characters were interesting, plot was good. I would love to have either one of main character's jobs. . . .lol

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2012

    Highly recommend!

    Fun from start to finish.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2012

    enjoyable read

    Nice characters, easy to get pulled into the story and enjoyable read

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2011

    Nice fast read

    Plot was good, characters likeable and believable. Wouldn't mind seeing some more in this series.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2011

    Enjoyable new series

    Engaging characters, good writing. I look forward to more in the series. The crafting recipes at the end were a surprise bonus.

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  • Posted September 29, 2011

    Good book

    Good plot, easy to finish. Recommended

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 29, 2011

    Highly Recommended, check it out!

    This is a very enjoyable book to read. It is different than most of the mysteries I have read, but very well written!!

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