Chocolate Dipped Death (Candy Shop Series #2)

Chocolate Dipped Death (Candy Shop Series #2)

by Sammi Carter

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Chocolate Dipped Death (Candy Shop Series #2) by Sammi Carter

No visit to Paradise, Colorado, is complete without a stop at Divinity Candy Shop for a little taste of heaven. For owner Abby Shaw, it’s a sweet deal too. When her Aunt Grace passed away, Abby Shaw inherited Divinity—and with it the opportunity to leave her career as a corporate lawyer and dump her cheating husband.  Now she spends her time serving up delectable treats—and performing the occasional deductive feat…
There’s no use sugar-coating it—no one in Paradise can stand Savannah Horne. The former local girl is now the trophy wife of a ridiculously wealthy businessman. And she’s swept back into town just in time to enter Divinity’s Tenth Annual Confectionary Competition—and stir up trouble. But some poisoned bon-bons will guarantee that Savannah won’t make it out of Paradise alive, trapping Abby in an extremely sticky situation…
Includes Candy Recipes

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101010587
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/07/2006
Series: A Candy Shop Mystery , #2
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 479,281
File size: 348 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Sherry Lewis is an award-winning, national bestselling author who writes across several genres. Along with her writing career, she has been teaching writing workshops for more than 20 years through Dancing on Coals Workshops for Fiction Writers. 

In 1993 Sherry launched her mystery-writing career with the sale of her first three books in the Fred Vickery mystery series to Berkley Prime Crime. In early 1994 she sold her first romance to Harlequin Superromance, launching her career as a romance writer.

As Sammi Carter, she wrote the Candy Shop mystery series set in Paradise, Colorado. The series features candy maker Abby Shaw.
As Jacklyn Brady she writes the Piece of Cake mystery series set in New Orleans, featuring cake artist Rita Lucero. 

Originally from Montana, Sherry spent several years living at the base of Utah's Wasatch Mountains. She now lives a block from the beach along Florida's Emerald Coast. Yes, it’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it!

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23


Candy Recipes

Cappuccino Divinity

Lady Slippers

Strawberry Bonbons

Rocky Road Drops

Celestial Chocolate French Toast

The Sweet Bye-and-Good-Bye

“Paradise isn’t the sleepy little farm town it used to be,” I agreed.

“But people still don’t want me around,” said Savannah.

“It’s not easy to come back,” I admitted. “I wasn’t exactly welcomed, either.”

Savannah let out a reedy laugh. “They’d probably keel over dead if I moved back. They can hardly stand to be in the same room with me.”

Reminding her that she’d earned her reputation wouldn’t accomplish anything, so I went for a less confrontational response. “People are curious, especially about why you’ve entered the contest. Obviously, you don’t need the prize money. Some people wonder if there’s another reason.”

Savannah laughed as if the thought of being mysterious delighted her. With her long, dark hair and striking coloring, she looked beautiful even in the dim glow of the streetlamp. Not surprisingly, I felt like a lump of clay beside her—but, then, I always had.

“You know how it is. You’ll be big news for a few days, and then they’ll find something new to talk about.”

“As long as I don’t give them something new to sink their teeth into, right?”

Candy Shop Mysteries by Sammi Carter


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To the Women of the Weekend . . .
Jo Ann, Vanessa, and Paige

Chapter 1

“I can’t believe she had the nerve to show up.” My cousin Karen kept her eyes riveted on the dark-haired woman across the room and shoved an empty tray in my general direction. It teetered precariously on the edge of the table and would have fallen if I hadn’t snatched it away from her. “What is she doing here, anyway?”

I slid the tray onto a shelf beneath the flowing white tablecloth that hid extra containers of candy, score sheets, programs, and the other necessary but unattractive supplies for running a three-day candy-making competition. I’d been up since five that morning and running nonstop all day as I dealt with a litany of questions, complaints, and problems. I was in no mood for trouble now.

Somehow we’d managed to turn the drab second-floor meeting room of Divinity into a thing of beauty. Swaths of flowing fabric draped the walls. Crisp white cloths covered tables in the judging and staging areas. Silver trays loaded with specialty candies nestled among pine boughs and the burgundy velvet bows Karen and I had stayed awake most of one night to make. I was proud of what we’d achieved.

Even the weather was cooperating. Snow falling outside the windows added just the right touch on a January night. I just hoped no one snooped around behind the scenes where piles of raw wood and construction equipment had been left behind by my brother and his friends after they rebuilt the stairs to my third-floor apartment.

The look on Karen’s face made nervous tension knot between my shoulders and shot a big fat hole in my satisfaction with a job well done. This might be the Tenth Annual Confectionary Competition for Divinity, the candy store I’d inherited a few months earlier, but it was the first time around the block for me. I was nervous as a cat and desperate for the weekend to go well. Karen was my only help, the one person who could provide the continuity and history the contest needed. I needed her to stay focused.

I gazed around the room, checking the judges, heads together as they debated their final decision, then moving on to the contestants, who waited anxiously for the announcement. The winner of tonight’s round would be one-third of the way toward scoring the grand prize on the final night: five hundred dollars in prize money and a month in the featured candy spot at Divinity, not to mention a lovely engraved plaque. It wasn’t the largest or most prestigious prize in the world, but the ladies who entered the contest every year competed for it fiercely.

Satisfied that everything was going well, I tried to divert Karen’s attention away from the woman she’d been glaring at all night. “Does everyone know what time to be here tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Karen brushed an auburn curl from her forehead, but it fell right back into place. “I told everybody—even people I shouldn’t have.”

There was no mistaking who she meant, but I ignored the bait and arranged a few pieces of almond bark on a silver tray. “Good. Just as long as every one of the contestants knows, I’m happy.”

“Well, I’m not.” Karen shoved her hands into the pocket of her apron and planted herself directly in front of me. Karen’s a few years younger than my own thirty-nine, and she’s never been afraid of a fight. She’s also skinny as a rail—something I think is unnatural on a candymaker. “You shouldn’t have let Savannah Vance enter the contest, Abby. There’s going to be trouble.”

I’d gone to high school with Savannah way back when. She’d been Vance then, but her married name was Horne, and she’d made it very clear that she wanted me to use it. I’ll admit she’s never been my favorite person. But twenty years have passed since we knew each other, so I gave a casual shrug and looked away. “Her registration fee is as good as anyone else’s.”

“Yeah. Right.” Karen laughed through her nose and narrowed her eyes. “Savannah doesn’t compete. She just takes whatever she wants. She’s up to no good, Abby. Mark my words.”

“Let’s not borrow trouble, okay?” I smiled and turned away to continue my inventory. To my relief, most of the silver candy trays were still reasonably full, and the candy bouquets I’d settled in strategic spots, hoping to convince people that they were an acceptable alternative to traditional flowers on special occasions, seemed to be generating some interest.

So far, so good.

When I turned back, it was painfully obvious that Karen wasn’t going to give up, so I reluctantly dragged myself back to the conversation. “Maybe Savannah was like that in school,” I said, “but that was twenty years ago. People change.”

Karen ran a judgmental glance across Savannah’s tall, willowy figure and scooped a peppermint crunch from the candy dish at her side. “No they don’t. Especially not people like her.”

It wasn’t like Karen to be so negative. “How can you be so sure?” I asked. “You haven’t even seen her in how long?”

“Not long enough.”

“And you told me yourself that you didn’t even speak to her last time she was in town.”

Karen’s brows knit in a deep scowl. “So what’s your point?”

“That maybe she’s doing exactly what she told us she’s doing. Maybe she came to see her sister and settle her mother’s estate, and maybe she just wants a diversion while she’s in town. Can we please stay focused on what’s important here?”

“This is important,” Karen said with a curl of her lip. “It’s the middle of ski season. There are plenty of other diversions Savannah could find if that’s what she wanted.”

Her bitterness surprised me. “What do you have against Savannah, anyway?”

Karen rolled her gaze toward me. “You want the whole list, or just the top ten things?”

“One would do.”

“Okay. Fine. I don’t like her because she’s selfish. She always has been. No matter what’s going on, no matter who else is involved, it’s always all about her. What could she possibly want from this competition?”

“How about recognition?”

“As the best candymaker in Paradise? Don’t make me laugh.”

Savannah swept past us, then past Evie Rice on her way to the judging table. Neither of us missed the venomous look on Evie’s face as Savannah placed her dish in front of the judging panel. “Did you see that?” Karen whispered. “If looks could kill, nobody would have to worry about Savannah Horne.”

“That’s not funny,” I whispered back. I shoved a tray full of peanut clusters into Karen’s empty hands and tried to put a stop to the conversation. “Take that over to table three, and then check with the judges to make sure they have everything they need. And no more about Savannah Horne. I have enough to worry about this weekend. If Savannah wants something besides a plaque at the end of the competition, I don’t want to know about it.”

“You only say that because you don’t have a husband,” Karen muttered. “If Roger was here with you, you’d be worried.”

Her comment froze me in my tracks. So that was it? Karen thought Savannah was still interested in Sergio after all these years? Thank goodness it was nothing more serious than that.

There’s no tactful way to tell a woman that her husband isn’t the stud he used to be, so I didn’t even try. “I’m sure I would be worried if Roger were here. He wasn’t exactly the faithful type, remember? That’s why we’re divorced.” She started to speak, but I cut her off. “Look, I know you have reasons to dislike Savannah. I’m sure a lot of people do. But none of that has anything to do with tonight’s competition.”

When Karen scowled doubtfully, I nodded toward Miles Horne, who watched from the other side of the room. He was a tall man with broad shoulders, thick legs, and a naturally grim expression.

He wore an impeccably tailored suit and a pair of polished leather loafers, and he dangled the keys to his BMW from one finger—either thoughtlessly comfortable with his own affluence, or making sure the rest of us saw how well Savannah had done for herself. “She’s married,” I said, “and she seems happy. So please, just let it go, okay? Help me get through this weekend, and you can go back to hating her on Monday morning.”

Karen’s lips curved into a grudging smile. “By then, it might be too late.”

I locked eyes with her. “Sergio loves you, Karen. He may have wandered that one time before you were even dating seriously, but you have nothing to worry about now.” I paused to let that sink in, then tried once more to draw her attention to what really mattered. “Don’t forget to check on the judges. They’ll be announcing tonight’s finalists in a few minutes, and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Karen actually looked as if she might refuse, but before she could, a shrill cry went up from the other side of the room. The buzz of excited voices rose, and folks standing nearby surged toward the sound. I met Karen’s shocked gaze a split second before we both sprang into action.

Praying that no one had been hurt, I slipped out from behind the serving table just as a wild-eyed Rachel Summers, owner of the candle shop a few doors away, burst through the crowd and waved Karen and me over. “You’d better get in there,” she warned as we closed the distance between us. “I swear one of those women is going to kill the other.”

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Savannah and Evie,” Rachel said, sharing a knowing glance with Karen. “Who else? I knew there’d be trouble the minute I saw Savannah walk through that door. You never should have let her register, Abby. She’s going to ruin everything.”

I was beginning to think she and Karen were right, but how could I have known? Most people don’t drag childhood rivalries with them into middle age. At least, I don’t think they do. Savannah and Evie were certainly putting that assumption to the test.

They’d been rivals in almost everything since junior high, and maybe even earlier than that. I distinctly remember them going nose-to-nose over which one got to do their seventh-grade research paper on France. And who could ever forget the war over first violin position in eighth-grade orchestra? Apparently, their rivalry was still going strong two decades later, and Divinity was about to become just another in a long line of battlegrounds.

Determined to regain control of the evening, I pasted on a smile and waded through the crowd. Savannah is tall, full-bosomed, and curvaceous in a way that appeals to men. She’s probably a few pounds heavier than she was back in high school, but the extra inches haven’t dulled her appeal. She still wears her dark hair long and loose, her blouses low and tight. Even in the middle of January, she was showing an ample amount of cleavage, and you had only to look at the sparkle in the eyes of men around her to know they’d noticed.

I didn’t want to encourage Karen by admitting my own feelings, but Savannah has always been more trouble than she’s worth. The fact that she’d driven all the way from Gunnison to compete for a prize she couldn’t possibly want was typical Savannah. I didn’t blame Evie for challenging her. I just wished that she’d choose somewhere else to do it.

I found Evie red as a fireball, breathing heavily, and waving a pink scoring sheet under the judges’ noses. She stands barely five feet tall, and her blond hair hasn’t begun to show even a hint of gray. She’s maintained her teenage cheerleader figure by religious use of a membership at the Paradise Health Club, but she’s always been a more wholesome type than Savannah. Evie’s the kind of girl boys took home to meet their mothers. Savannah’s the kind they hid in the backseats of their cars.

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Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Abby is running her first Confectionary Competition. It's a struggle even before Savannah returns to town and is murdered. Again, the pacing wasn't quite what it could have been, but I love the characters.
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scout03 More than 1 year ago
If you're looking for mind candy this book is for you. It's an easy read for a summer day in your hammock. The main character is likeable and there are enough story twists to keep it interesting. I would highly recommend this book, especially if you are a fan of Leslie Meier's holiday mystery series.
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harstan More than 1 year ago
After being away from Paradise for twenty years, Abby is doing her best to prove she can go home again. Her Aunt Grace left her the Divinity Candy Shop and Abby is working hard to make it as successful as her late aunt did. She is slow to make changes as she keeps much of the traditions including the three day Confectionary Competition. She prays all will go smooth but her hopes are dashed when the runner up Evie accuses the winner Savannah Horne of cheating by using a recipe downloaded from the web.------ That accusation proves to be the catalyst as other community members who were wronged by Savannah make it clears they want her to leave as she has before. Abby¿s cousin hates her because has on her she slept with her then fiancé before they married and her sister hates her because she never came home to see her sick parents. When Abby finds Savannah¿s murdered body, she decides to investigate because her cousin is a prime suspect.----- Sammi Carter has written an exciting one sitting amateur sleuth tale that will have readers feel sympathy towards the vicious victim as no one should die without a soul mourning their loss. In fact most townsfolk celebrated her death. Anyone who knew Savannah is a person of interest because to know her is to hate her. Abby is slowly making a home in the community and with her family though she remains headstrong and rejects their advice. Readers will appreciate her spunk and desire to insure justice occurs.----- Harriet Klausner