A Pizza To Die For

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Though it's a chilly October in Timber Ridge, North Carolina, Eleanor Swift is warm and cozy in A Slice of Delight, her scrumptious pizzeria. But she feels a shiver when snooty Judson Sizemore blows into town to open an upper-crust competitor. Worse, he has the nerve to get murdered right after he's seen causing a ruckus in Eleanor's restaurant. Now she and her saucy sister, Maddie, are the prime suspects. As Eleanor digs for clues to prove their innocence, her own suspect list grows longer than the local soccer ...

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Overview

Though it's a chilly October in Timber Ridge, North Carolina, Eleanor Swift is warm and cozy in A Slice of Delight, her scrumptious pizzeria. But she feels a shiver when snooty Judson Sizemore blows into town to open an upper-crust competitor. Worse, he has the nerve to get murdered right after he's seen causing a ruckus in Eleanor's restaurant. Now she and her saucy sister, Maddie, are the prime suspects. As Eleanor digs for clues to prove their innocence, her own suspect list grows longer than the local soccer team's pizza order—and life in Timber Ridge heats up like Maddie's five-alarm Volcano pie. . .

Includes delicious pizza recipe!

Praise for Chris Cavender and Pepperoni Pizza Can Be Murder

"The small-town setting, the small-business focus and the relationship between sisters Maddy and Eleanor are all reminiscent of Joanne Fluke's Hannah Swensen mysteries." -Booklist

"Cavender is an ace at writing cozies. His characters are believable, especially the relationship between Eleanor and her sister, and his plots are rock solid. Sure to appeal to fans of food cozies." —Library Journal

"Scrumptious. . .this entertaining series will continue to gain fans with its clever plotting and small-town appeal." -RT Book Reviews

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Publishers Weekly
Eleanor Swift, the plucky Timber Ridge, N.C., pizzeria owner, and her sister, Maddy, are dismayed to learn that Judson Sizemore plans to open Italia's, which will specialize in wood-fired pizzas, next door to Eleanor's A Slice of Delight in Cavender's pleasant if predictable third Pizza Lover's mystery (after 2010's Pepperoni Pizza Can Be Murder). They're even more dismayed when someone fatally clobbers Judson with a piece of firewood. Eleanor discovers that Judson's uncle, town eccentric Nathan Sizemore, was secretly bankrolling Italia's for his nephew, while Judson's sister, Gina, is eager to blame Eleanor for her brother's murder. Despite warnings from police chief Kevin Hurley and Maddy's attorney boyfriend, Bob Lemon, to steer clear of the investigation, the snooping sisters resolve to catch Judson's killer. The cozy action culminates with a less than exciting update on Eleanor's relationship with ex-boyfriend David Quinton. (May)
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Sisters can't stay out of trouble when their amateur sleuthing gets out of hand.

Maddy's impulsive, Eleanor's down-to-earth, and together the Swift sisters run A Slice of Delight, the local pizza place in Timber Ridge, N.C. While their restaurant is a perennial favorite for locals, out-of-towner Judson Sizemore decides to open his own boutique wood-fired pizza restaurant, Italia's, just down the street. Though Sizemore's not a very likable guy, Eleanor still thinks it's a shame when his body is discovered in Italia's even before their grand opening. Maddy's boyfriend Bob Lemon begs Maddy and Eleanor to leave the mystery alone, but the two sisters can't help their sense of curiosity and soon get wrapped up in a web that is far more complex than they expected. Luckily, Eleanor is supported by her two employees, Kevin Hurley and Greg Hatcher, both of whom would go to the mat for her in a second. Eleanor even trusts her out-of-town ex David Quinton to help her out. Good thing he's substantially less needy (and more attractive) than he was when he was local. All signs point to Judson's uncle Nathan and his sizeable fortune; it's just a matter of who would be willing to kill to get their hands on it.

Cavender (Pepperoni Pizza Can Be Murder, 2010, etc.) offers another slice of the same old pie—reasonable fare, but nothing to excite the taste buds.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758229533
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 4/1/2012
  • Series: Pizza Lover's Mystery Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 325,200
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.20 (d)

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A Pizza to Die For


By Chris Cavender

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2011 Chris Cavender
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-2952-6


Chapter One

The pizzeria was dark, and nothing moved among the scattered tables and chairs in the dining room or the counters and work areas in the kitchen. There was just a whisper of light filtering in through the windows in front, but back near the oven, most of the light had already dissipated into darkness.

At first, it was hard to make out the identity of the body lying on the floor, but after a closer look, it was clear to see the one thing that would shake the very core of the citizenry of Timber Ridge, North Carolina.

There on the floor was the pizzeria owner, and a status of dead or alive was too difficult to determine at that moment.

I knew it was bad news the second I heard there was going to be another pizzeria opening in direct competition with mine in our sleepy little town of Timber Ridge, North Carolina, but I never thought it would lead to murder. It was alarming enough that someone was going to try to steal my customers, but opening another pizzeria on the promenade a thousand feet from A Slice of Delight was just too much.

There was going to be trouble; I was certain of it.

I just didn't realize how much when I first heard the news.

"It's freezing out there," my sister, Maddy, said as she walked into A Slice of Delight before we opened one morning toward the end of October. "What happened to the concept that we're living in the South where it's supposed to be warm?" Maddy was tall, thin, and lovely, and whenever we stood side by side, I felt every extra pound I carried on my shorter frame. "I didn't think it was supposed to get this cold until January."

"You know our weather," I said as I continued kneading the dough I'd been working on. "It can change in an instant this time of year. It could just as easily be in the seventies and sunny tomorrow."

"Then again, it could be snowing," she said as she rubbed her hands together.

"Aren't you going to take your coat off and stay awhile? It's going to be tough to prep the veggies if you're bundled up like that."

"You turn up the thermostat and I'll take off my jacket."

I walked over and raised it one degree, but I really couldn't afford to heat the entire place when it was just the two of us, and Maddy knew it. Our operation was marginal, and we both realized it. We could stand one bad month, but two in a row could shut us down for good, and I wasn't about to give up my pizzeria without a fight. My late husband, Joe, and I had worked too hard establishing the place for me to give up on it.

My sister acknowledged my gesture by finally slipping off her coat. As she did, Maddy said, "Eleanor, I still wish that you and Joe had bought one of those wood-fired ovens instead of the conveyor system we've got. It would be nice to be able to warm ourselves up by the fire."

I laughed. "If you're that cold, go ahead and turn on that space heater in the corner. Sorry, but it's just going to have to do. Joe and I looked at wood-fired ovens when we first opened this place, but we couldn't afford the initial investment, let alone the hassle of collecting wood, keeping the fire going, and hauling off the ashes. Besides, you have to admit that it's a lot easier to make a pizza, put it on the conveyor, and then just wait for it to come out the other side. With a wood-fired oven, we'd have to be checking every pizza and sandwich constantly, and I know for a fact that you don't have the attention span that would require."

She smiled. "That may be true, but you've got to admit that I have other attributes."

"Too many to name," I agreed. "I hate to burst your bubble, but I heard on the radio that we might get a hint of snow flurries this weekend."

"Whatever happened to this global warming that everyone was making such a fuss about?" she said as she washed her hands and started prepping the vegetables and meats for our pizzas and subs.

I loved the morning hours before we opened. It was the only time of day that Maddy and I had a chance to work together and chat, and as much as I objected sometimes to her subject matter, it was great having her close. My sister had been a real sport, moving back to town when my husband died to help me out in my darkest hour. It just so happened she'd been between husbands at the time, but I had a feeling that she would have found a way to come back anyway. Having her at the pizzeria made all the difference to me.

"Come on, you remember how much we both loved snow when we were kids," I said, trying to lighten the mood as I formed the dough into balls and stored them in the refrigerator until they were needed later in the day.

"I was quite a bit younger then," she said.

"Hey, so was I," I protested with a grin. "If you get to be younger, Sis, then I do, too."

Maddy studied me for a few moments, and then she said, "What's gotten into you today, Eleanor? You're awfully chipper for it being first thing in the morning."

"Halloween is next week," I said. "How can I not be excited about that? You know it's my favorite time of year."

She laughed. "You used to come up with some unique costumes, I'll give you that. Remember the ghoul-friend outfit you wore in high school?"

At the time, I'd been dating the guy who would become our current sheriff, and I wasn't certain I liked any reminders of the time we'd been a couple. Kevin Hurley had been handsome, a smooth talker, and younger than me. Against my better judgment, I'd gone out with him for quite a while until I'd caught him cheating on me with the girl who was now his wife. The Halloween we'd been together, he'd refused to dress up, so I'd donned zombie makeup and then created a sign with an arrow pointing to the left. Instead of it saying, I'M WITH STUPID, it proudly stated, HIS GHOUL-FRIEND. Kevin hadn't been all that amused, but I'd refused to take the sign off until Halloween was over.

"Those days are long gone," I said.

"Thank goodness for that." Maddy paused, and then asked me, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Someone's pounding on the front door."

"They can just wait until we open," I said. We'd been working hard prepping the place, and we were close to our opening time. I didn't realize how close until I glanced at the clock and added, "They just have to wait ten minutes. It won't kill them to stand out in the cold that long."

"It's your place," Maddy said. "I know how you hate not answering a door or a ringing telephone."

At that moment, my cell phone rang.

"How did you do that?" I asked my sister as I reached for my telephone.

"I'm just that good," she said with a sly smile.

"Hello?" I asked, after I'd quickly washed my hands and then dried them on one of our towels.

"Eleanor, have you both gone deaf? Would one of you mind coming up here and opening the front door and let me inside? It's freezing out here."

"Greg? What are you doing here? You're early." Greg Hatcher was our delivery guy and inside waiter, a student at the nearby college, and one of the best employees I'd ever had. Though he'd recently come into a substantial amount of money, I'd been relieved to learn that he had no intention of quitting his job at the pizzeria. It appeared that he enjoyed being with us as much as we loved having him around.

"Let me in where it's warm, and then I'll explain."

I was about to ask him more when he hung up on me.

"Wow, Greg's less of a fan of the cold weather than you are," I told Maddy.

"At least some of us around here have some common sense," she answered.

I shook my head. "It's October. I'm not sure what you both expect, but I for one like changing leaves, brisk weather, and snuggling up by a fire."

As I walked out front, Maddy asked, "I thought he wasn't supposed to be due for another half-hour?"

"He's not, but evidently he's got something to tell us."

Greg came in stamping his feet and rubbing a hand through his always-short haircut as though he was trying to warm up his scalp. He was built like a linebacker, solid and strong, but underneath that exterior was a young man who had a good heart, a deep soul, and a real desire to make the world a better place. I would never have admitted it out loud, but of all the high school and college employees I'd had over the years, Greg was my favorite. Josh Hurley, the police chief's son and the remainder of my current staff, was a close second, and I dreaded the thought of my favorite team breaking up someday, as they always did, sooner or later.

"What's so urgent?" I asked him out front as he took off his jacket.

"I found out what's going in The Shady Lady's place," he said as he rubbed his hands together. I didn't like it, but I had to admit that it was a fact of life that businesses on the promenade had a way of coming and going. I loved where A Slice of Delight was located, nestled in a blue building among a series of shops that were lined up in a nearly continuous block of storefronts, with a large brick promenade out front that made it easy to stroll around from place to place. I'd seen pictures of the location from the turn of the century, and it was decidedly strange to see a dirt street out front instead of those weathered bricks.

The Shady Lady's demise didn't surprise me. How on earth Myra Clark had stayed afloat selling just lamps, shades, and accessories had been a constant source of amazement to me. Since she'd closed her doors a month ago, the windows had been soaped over, and despite the buzz of activity around the place and the proclivity of townsfolk to dig out the most carefully guarded secrets, no one had an inkling about what was going in.

Apparently until now, at any rate.

"What's it going to be, another clothing store?" Maddy asked.

He shook his head. "Trust me, you could both take a thousand guesses, and you'd never get it."

"It's not going to be another restaurant, is it?" I asked.

"How could you possibly guess that?" Greg wanted to know. "I thought I was the only one who knew."

"I don't know anything," I said. "I was just guessing. Then it's true?"

"I'm afraid so," he said.

I shrugged. "I've got to admit that I'm not happy about having competition so close to the Slice, but we'll be okay. We've got a loyal fan base who love our pizza. They won't desert us." I wasn't sure I meant it, though. There were months where we barely squeaked by as it was. With another restaurant so close, it would make my life harder than I liked.

"I'm not so sure," Greg said as he handed me a flyer. "That's not the worst part of it."

What I saw printed there was enough to make my stomach drop.

Announcing Our Grand Opening This Saturday at Noon! ITALIA'S offers a wood-fired oven and a professional pizza maker who will spin your crust into the air as you watch, amazed! Come by for the show, and for a sample of what real pizza should taste like! We'll have free food, drinks, and prizes, so don't miss it!

"We're dead," Maddy said as she read over my shoulder.

"Not yet," I said. "Grab your coat."

My instruction surprised her. "Where are we going? We're supposed to open in ten minutes, Eleanor."

"Sorry to disappoint anyone who's in the mood for a slice, but this can't wait. We need to see just what we're going to be up against."

No one answered the door when I knocked at Italia's, which shouldn't have come as a great surprise to me, since the sign still wasn't up and the windows were soaped over, not letting even a speck of light through.

As he jammed his hands into his pockets, Greg said, "We're wasting our time, Eleanor. It's pretty clear that no one's here."

"Come on, we can't give up that easily," I said. "They have to be taking deliveries in back if they're going to open so soon. Let's go check it out."

Though her legs were longer than mine, Maddy had trouble keeping up with me as I raced around the promenade. "Sis, I don't think I've ever seen you this fired up," she said.

"No one's threatened my way of life before," I said. "You know what they say. This isn't personal. It's business."

The three of us went around back, passing the pharmacy and the bank along the way, and I was surprised to find the back door of the new pizzeria standing wide open. I knocked on the steel frame, but again, no one answered.

I started to go in when Maddy grabbed my arm. "Hang on a second, Eleanor."

"Why should I? It's not like I'm going to tear the place up or threaten anyone. I'm just going to offer a friendly welcome to our new neighbors."

"Is that all?"

"Of course not," Greg said as he brushed past us both. "She's going to mop up in there. Let's go. I'll lead the way."

Greg was being entirely too enthusiastic, so I put a hand on his shoulder. "I appreciate the gesture, but this is my battle, remember? I'm going in first, and I'll do the talking."

"Do you honestly see that happening in your wildest dreams, Eleanor?" Maddy asked.

"If you don't, then you both need to stay out here while I deal with it myself," I answered. From the tone of my voice and the expression on my face, they both knew I wasn't kidding.

"Fine," Maddy said, "but don't think for a moment that you're going to keep us standing out here while you go in and have all the fun by yourself."

"Do you agree to those terms, too, Greg?" I asked.

"You bet," he said with a grin. "It's going to be fun sitting back and watching you work. Let's go."

We walked inside the back room, and I had to admit that though I'd meant every word I'd said, I still felt better having Maddy and Greg with me.

At first I thought no one was there, but then a man wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt came out of the front with a small bucket in one hand.

He looked startled to see us there. "Can I help you?"

"Do you own this place?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though I wasn't nearly so tranquil on the inside.

He grinned at me. "No, ma'am. I'm the mason. I had to come by and put a few finishing touches on the pizza oven's façade before the grand opening. If you haven't seen it yet, you should sneak a peek. It's a work of art, if I say so myself."

"Is the owner around?" I asked.

"He just stepped out," the mason said. "Excuse me, but I've got a window of opportunity here before the grout hardens, and it's closing fast. If I don't get to it, I'm going to have some nasty chisel work ahead of me."

After he was gone, Maddy asked, "Now what do we do? We're not going to just leave, are we?"

I looked at my watch, and saw that time was running out. I wasn't exactly sure how long the owner of Italia's would be before he showed up, and I couldn't wait around all day. We might just have to come back on our lunch break, but I wasn't all that pleased about doing it that way. I was ready and primed, spoiling for a fight, and I was afraid if I waited, I'd lose some of my fire. On the other hand, I couldn't afford to alienate any of my customers by opening the Slice late, especially with this place opening up so soon.

I was about to tell my sister that we were going to have to go back to the Slice when a tall, elegantly dressed man came in.

He took one look at us and sneered as he asked, "Are you the wait staff? I told the agency that you need to dress up for the interviews." He took in our apparel once more, and before I could say anything, he added, "It doesn't really matter. I'm not sure you're what we're looking for, but thank you for stopping by."

"I'm not here for a job interview," I said, the blood beginning to roar in my ears. "I own A Slice of Delight."

The man frowned as he shook his head. "Then you shouldn't be back here in my kitchen. So sorry, but you'll have to wait for our grand opening celebration before you can come spying on me."

"We weren't spying," Maddy said, despite my warning. Oh, well. It wasn't as though I actually expected her to abide by her agreement to remain silent. I knew in my heart that it was just too much to ask of her.

"Funny, that's what it looked like to me." The pizzeria owner walked us toward the back door, and Greg looked at me questioningly before he allowed himself to be moved. With Greg's size and strength, I would have loved to see the man try to physically remove him, but that wasn't the way I wanted to fight this battle.

I wanted to make one try at being nice, even though I felt little good will toward the man. I put out a hand and tried to give my best smile. "It appears that we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Eleanor Swift."

He looked distastefully at my extended hand, then he refused to take it. "I'm Judson Sizemore," he said. "Pleased, I'm sure."

"Not as much as you might think," Greg said, nearly growling out his words.

I had to handle this fast, before things got ugly. "What made you decide to open a restaurant in Timber Ridge?" I asked.

"Do you even have to ask? It was clear that this town was in desperate need of some authentic cuisine," he said.

"What we serve is good enough for the people around here," Maddy said with a frown.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted March 30, 2011

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    Culinary mystery fans will enjoy the snoop sisters investigating

    In Timber Ridge, North Carolina, A Slice of Delight pizza shop owners sisters Eleanor and Maddy Swift are despondent to learn Judson Sizemore, paternal nephew of the affluent eccentric Nathan, plans to open Italia's specializing in wood-fired pizzas on the same street as their restaurant. However, someone kills Judson with a piece of firewood in his new store just before the grand opening.

    Eleanor learns Judson's Uncle was the money behind the pizzeria. The deceased's sister Gina publically accuses Eleanor of her sibling's homicide while the townsfolk look at who had the motive to kill the competition. At the same time Maddy's boyfriend Bob Lemon harangues the Swift sisters to not investigate the murder while Eleanor's ex David Quinton offers to help. However, the Swift sisters cannot help but make inquiries.

    The latest cozy served with pizza (see Pepperoni Pizza Can Be Murder) is another Swift regional Slice of Murder, but tastes somewhat like its predecessors. The sleuth siblings are an engaging lead while the men in their lives and the townsfolk add depth to the entertaining story line. Culinary mystery fans will enjoy the snoop sisters investigating the murder of their new competitor.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted April 28, 2012

    Pizza to die for

    For those of you who have read the lighthouse series by Tim Myers, you will soon realize that Chris Cavender is one of his pen names. This new series has the same type of writing style enjoyed by his former writings. The topic is a good one and the two sisters are great sleuths. Of course, this one brings out a bit more romantic mystery not necessarily present in the first two. It is easy reading, with a few twists and turns to keep you wanting to read on.

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  • Posted May 21, 2011

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    Forgettable

    I love Time Myers and all his books, except for this pizza series. Just can't get into it!!! Give us something else Tim.

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  • Posted May 16, 2011

    Enjoyed

    Quick mystery. As with the first book individual is murdered in Timber Ridge and deversl suspects for similar reasons are suspected. Enjoy the fact that there is no gore. Suited more for women because of characters involved with slight bit of romance.

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  • Posted April 29, 2011

    Read this book...... maybe....

    Of course I've noticed that this book has not been published yet, but I would say a 3? or something of that sort.

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  • Posted April 29, 2011

    Sounds Good

    The book sounds pretty good but I haven't read it yet so, I can't judge, I woud say a three, in the middle.

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