Normally, Emily's eyes tend to glaze over when prospective brides go on about their wedding plans. But when the owner of the clothing shop, Dressed to Kill, asks Emily to design a donut wall for her reception, she’s immediately sweet on the idea. With the help of her father-in-law and business partner—the former police chief of Fallingbrook—she hangs the treats from dowels on the wall so guests can help themselves.
But that night, when the groom ends up on the floor with signs of poisoning, Emily suspects someone has tampered with her treats. When the groom dies, there's no way to sugarcoat it: she’s got a murder on her hands. Despite a list of suspects as long as the guest list, Emily vows to find out who created the killer confection to save her shop’s reputation and keep the bride out of handcuffs. She’ll have to move fast . . . before the poisoner takes a powder.
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The yelling began almost the second I started walking down the driveway between Deputy Donut, the café that my father-in-law and I owned, and Dressed to Kill, Jenn Zeeland's cute clothing boutique.
The loud argument wasn't going on inside Deputy Donut, where Tom was finishing the day's tidying. It was going on inside Dressed to Kill, where I was heading. I couldn't make out the words, but the women spewing them were obviously angry.
I almost turned around and went back to Deputy Donut.
However, it was nearly five. In ten minutes, Dressed to Kill would close for two weeks, and I needed the black jeans and white shirts that I'd ordered. Besides, what if Jenn was in danger?
I hurried to the front of Dressed to Kill.
I wasn't about to barge inside without peeking in first. Jenn's display windows were lovely, but I couldn't see beyond her hand-knit sweaters, mittens, scarves, and hats, and the cords and down-filled vests that went with them. The clothes were draped over antique skis, sleds, skates, and snowshoes. In one window, an electric fireplace sent warm hues rippling over the entire scene. It could have been very welcoming if women inside the store hadn't been screaming at each other only seconds before.
A red-faced woman burst out of Dressed to Kill. She muttered, "Don't go in there," budged past me, and raced south on Wisconsin Street.
My training kicked in. Get a description, Emily.
I guessed she was in her mid-to-late forties. She was tall and angular, with straight brown flyaway hair. Her mid-calf, flowing dress, a floral print in blue and white, hung several inches below an unbuttoned navy wool coat. She hadn't zipped up the sides of her tan knee-high leather boots. With their tops flapping and threatening to trip her with each step, she ran past the bookstore and the artisans' co-op, and then she turned right and disappeared. For a few seconds, I heard the clap, clap, clap of those unzipped boots.
I had never seen her before.
I again considered returning to Deputy Donut. Before Tom and I opened our coffee and donut shop, he had been Fallingbrook's police chief. Tom could handle whatever had gone on inside Dressed to Kill.
And so can you, Emily.
I pulled the door open. Tiny bells jingled.
Usually, unless Jenn was busy with a customer, she heard the bells, peeked around racks of clothing, and greeted me.
This time, she didn't. I was getting twitchy.
That shouting I'd heard earlier ...
And now, this breathless quiet ...
I told myself I was being overly dramatic. Jenn knew I was coming. Besides, she was probably immersed in wedding preparations.
I tiptoed into the store. I couldn't help touching, with one tentative finger, an emerald green velvet cocktail dress. It would be perfect for Jenn's reception the next night, but I was attending the reception late, only to keep the donut wall stocked, and I would be wearing my Deputy Donut uniform. The black jeans and white shirt would be new, though, if Jenn was here to give them to me.
"Jenn?" I called.
I walked farther into the store, past a table of neatly folded sequined sweaters. "Jenn?"
Near the back of the store, a door slammed or something fell.
"Jenn!" I sounded a little frantic. "Are you here?" If she didn't answer by the count of ten, I was going back to Deputy Donut for Tom.
I got to eight, and then footsteps approached from the office beyond the dressing cubicles. Someone vigorously blew a nose.
Tall and slender, dressed in tight jeans and a luscious coral sweater that she must have designed, Jenn came out from between the dressing rooms. Her head was bowed, and her long blond hair hung down like curtains, concealing the sides of her face. "Hey, Emily," she mumbled toward her sweater. "I'll get the things you ordered." She walked away quickly, like she didn't want me to get a good look at her.
It was too late.
I'd already noticed her red and swollen eyelids.
The poor thing. She was only a little older than I was, in her mid-thirties, but the sad eyes aged her, and in less than twenty-four hours she was scheduled to wow everyone with her long white dress and the radiance that wedding guests expected from brides.
She returned, holding the clothes, which were on hangers, high, as if she were hiding behind them. She walked to the cash desk at the front of the store and hung the garments on a rack. I followed. Fiddling with receipts and invoices, she didn't meet my gaze. "These should fit," she said. "Teensy for you and muscular for Tom."
I tried to prolong the joking atmosphere. "You've changed the names of sizes?" She raised her face, and I couldn't ignore the tear rolling down her cheek. "What's wrong, Jenn?"
"Everything. I wish I had your curls."
I couldn't believe she was crying because she didn't have a crop of unruly dark curls.
"And those vivid blue eyes."
"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "Nearly everyone wants straight blond hair like yours, and your hazel eyes are beautiful. Besides, curls seldom behave the way I want them to." Plunking a hand on my Deputy Donut cap, a police hat with a faux-fur donut attached where the badge would ordinarily be, I accidentally pushed the cap down. It nearly covered my eyes. "It's a good thing I designed a hat to hide my hair at work." I shoved the hat up again. "The bad news is that when I remove it every evening I have a bad case of hat head."
"The blond is out of a bottle, but the straight is real. Without the help of chemicals, my hair is mousy brown. Like my sister's. Do you know Suzanne?"
She was jumping so quickly from subject to subject that I couldn't do much besides shake my head and clench my teeth to prevent my mouth from gaping open.
"She just left," Jenn said. "I thought maybe you saw her. She's my half-sister, really. We had different fathers. She's ten years older, and when our mother got sick, Suzanne promised to look after me. I was only nine. Looking after is one thing, but ..." She blew her nose again. "Smothering is quite another. I mean, we work together here all right."
"Here? I never saw her before today." I didn't mean to sound skeptical.
"We own Dressed to Kill together, fifty-fifty. She does the books, usually at night, long after you've closed Deputy Donut. She doesn't like dealing with customers or ordering clothes, so I do all that. She says it would be different if we sold shoes. She loves shoes and knows just about everything there is to know about footwear."
Maybe wearing boots unzipped and flopping around one's ankles was the latest trend. Would knowledge about footwear make someone cry? "Did she upset you?"
Jenn wailed, "She told me to cancel the wedding. Told me!"
All I managed was, "Oh." Did Jenn's half-sister want Jenn's fiancé for herself?
Apparently not. "She hates Roger! She always has. She never gave him half a chance."
Still not knowing quite what to say, I mumbled something meant to sound sympathetic.
"I never should have agreed to marry him in the first place, but the wedding's tomorrow, and now it's way too late to change my mind."
Seriously confused, I held up a hand. "Wait. Don't you want to marry him?"
"Yes. No." She strode to the cash desk and grabbed a fresh tissue. "I don't know. To make matters worse, I haven't told Roger that I invited my old boyfriend to the wedding and reception. There was never a right time to tell Roger. And my old boyfriend and I are just friends, really, but he's one of my best friends."
I saw where this could pose a problem. "Maybe you should tell Roger before tomorrow. Or wouldn't a best friend understand if you uninvited him?"
She clicked long and shapely nails against the cash desk. "I couldn't do either of those things. Uninviting someone would be just too rude. And I don't want to make Roger angry tonight, the night before our wedding. I'll just have to trust that he won't make a scene tomorrow."
Some people were really good at causing problems for themselves. I suggested, "If you're not sure about marrying Roger, maybe you could postpone the wedding until you know what you want to do."
"I do know. Marry Roger. I'm just having pre-wedding jitters, I guess. They say every bride has them."
I'd never had the least doubt about marrying Alec.
As if I'd said it aloud, she apologized. "I shouldn't be reminding you. You must miss your husband."
"That's okay. I've finally reached the stage where thinking about him brings back wonderful memories." Still, I couldn't help remembering the night that my detective husband was killed while on duty, and it still hurt. "Why did your sister wait so long to tell you to cancel the wedding?"
Jenn bowed her head again, letting her hair fall in front of her face. "She's been saying it all along. She told me to stop seeing him when we were first dating. Like it's any of her business, you know? And this afternoon, she went ballistic on me, screaming, yelling, the whole nine yards. For no reason, other than this last-ditch attempt to get me to drop Roger."
"Is she married?"
"No. Never has been. And I know she cares about me, really. It's just that ..."
"Smothering," I repeated.
"She doesn't want me to move away from Fallingbrook, either."
"Are you going to? We'd all miss you — and your wonderful shop. I love how you turned your online knitting and knitwear design business into a bricks-and-mortar store." And I'd been buying a lot of sweaters. ... "But you can run your online store from wherever you live, can't you?"
"I don't plan to close Dressed to Kill, but Suzanne says that Roger won't let me stay in business, period. She thinks he's jealous of my success. But how could he be? He's doing great as a life coach, even though he inherited so much from some distant relative that he doesn't have to work. Suzanne says that Roger has always moved around and he's not going to want to stay in Fallingbrook. She even uses his wealth against him, saying it will allow him to live anywhere." Jenn's face crumpled and tears welled in her eyes. "Just now, she accused me of being a gold digger."
"That's nonsense." Jenn seemed too sweet to marry a man only for his money. She had to care about him. "He used to live in Fallingbrook, didn't he? And he came back, so maybe he's ready to settle down, with you, here."
"I hope so. I don't think I could bear to part with Dressed to Kill." She gave a resigned little shrug. "But I might have to. The things we do for love." Her halfhearted attempt at a smile didn't reach her eyes. "And the things we do because we've already planned a wedding. Maybe I could have canceled it a year or even six months ago, but now it's too late. For instance, you and Tom — you wouldn't let me put down a deposit. You built that donut wall and you're planning to stay up tomorrow night to provide late-night snacks for our guests. You've probably ordered tons of extra ingredients for the donuts and crullers. I can't ask you to cancel now."
"It wouldn't be a problem. We can use that donut wall another time, and the ingredients will keep. But you'd lose your deposit on the banquet hall rental and the meals you ordered, and you probably can't send your dress back, and ..." Why was I giving her excuses to marry someone who, I was beginning to suspect, might make her unhappy?
"Yeah, it's definitely too late. And I want to marry Roger. I do." She gave me a watery smile. " 'I do.' See? I'm already practicing my lines for tomorrow."CHAPTER 2
On Saturday afternoon, Tom and I closed Deputy Donut at our usual time, four thirty. Leaving Tom in the kitchen to make the dough we'd need for Jenn's reception later that night, I went through our dining area to our office and shut myself inside with my cat. When she was a tiny kitten, Alec had taken one look at the donut-like circles on her sides and had burst out laughing. "Deputy Donut," he'd said, "the perfect name for a cop's cat." Laughing as hard as he did, I'd agreed.
And then after Alec was gone, Dep had graciously allowed Alec's father and me to call our coffee and donut shop Deputy Donut.
Because of health regulations, Dep wasn't allowed in the kitchen or dining area, and we had designed our office as Dep's home-away-from-home. The room had windows on all four sides. Dep could perch on windowsills and supervise the kitchen, the dining area, the parking lot, or the driveway between Deputy Donut and Dressed to Kill.
She was curled up on our comfy couch. She stood and stretched. Her markings, including those cute circles, were tabby, and her coloring was tortoiseshell — black, cream, and ginger, which qualified her as a tortoiseshell tabby, also known as a torbie. I kissed the stripy orange patch on her forehead.
She and I usually walked to and from work, and her cat carrier had been underneath the desk for days. However, she must have sensed that I was in a hurry and needed to drive her home. She scrambled up a carpeted "tree" to the multilevel catwalk that Tom and I had built for her above the windows. Darting up and down steps and ramps, she circled the room and picked up a catnip mouse she'd stored in a cranny.
"Come down, Dep," I urged.
I closed my mouth just in time. The slightly damp catnip mouse bounced off my chin.
I rattled her halter. That plus the catnip mouse at my feet must have convinced her to trot down her kitty-sized staircase. Grasping my warm fur baby, I pulled the cat carrier into the center of the office.
Despite a flurry of caterwauling and spread-out kitty toes, I managed to shut her into her carrier. I called goodbye to Tom, took the vociferous cat out to the garage in the back of our parking lot, and opened the overhead door.
Our Deputy Donut delivery vehicle was a restored 1950 Ford Fordor, a four-door sedan painted like a police cruiser, black with white doors and roof. However, the insignia on the doors was our Deputy Donut logo, the silhouette of a cat wearing a rakishly tilted Deputy Donut hat, faux-fur donut and all. Instead of a light bar, a large plastic donut lay flat on the roof. It was topped by dripping white "icing" and sprinkles that were actually tiny lights programmed to change colors and patterns in a zillion ways. A megaphone-shaped loudspeaker in front of the donut resembled an old-fashioned siren.
I buckled Dep's carrier into the back seat. During the entire eight-block ride, Dep commented loudly about the indignities she was suffering. I parked behind my own car in the driveway of our Victorian cottage, took the carrier inside, and let Dep out in the living room. "I'll come home and change around nine," I promised.
Switching her tail back and forth, she looked away.
My phone rang. Why was Detective Brent Fyne calling? I knew it was silly, but I answered his call with the sort of pinpricks of anxiety I would always feel when a law-enforcement officer called unexpectedly, even when he called from his personal phone. "Hi, Brent."
"Hi, Em. I'm on duty later tonight. I was wondering if I could bring over pizza and beer for a quick dinner."
"That sounds great, but Tom and I are providing the late-night snacks at a wedding reception, and I'll be working until the wee hours. How does tomorrow sound instead?"
He agreed, and we disconnected.
Brent and I were friends again despite my standoffishness during the first three years after Alec was shot. Brent and Alec had been best friends and had also been partners on the Fallingbrook police force, first as patrolmen and later as detectives. They'd been together the night that Alec was killed and a bullet grazed Brent's arm. I'd been a 911 dispatcher, but I wasn't working that fateful night. Out-of-town friends had been visiting only one evening, and I'd traded shifts with a new dispatcher so I could go out to dinner with my friends.
I would always feel guilty about going out that night. If I hadn't traded shifts, maybe I could have gotten emergency responders to Alec in time to save him. Brent had told me that I couldn't have sped the response. Brent had radioed police headquarters even before a witness phoned 911, and the ambulance had arrived almost immediately.
But I still felt guilty.
During those first three years, my raw grief had excluded Brent. I hadn't wanted to think about Alec and the night I lost him. However, just over a year ago, Brent's investigation of the murder of a Deputy Donut customer had forced me to spend time with Brent. Finally, I'd understood that both of us missed Alec terribly. Alec and I had often gotten together with Brent and whatever woman he was dating at the time. Brent was a good man, and he and I had lots in common, including the shared pain that we almost never mentioned to each other. We were friends again, but the friendship was tenuous, and the time we spent together was always casual, like a pizza and beer at my place before he headed off to an evening shift. Sometimes I wondered if Brent was visiting me or the cat he'd gotten to know when Alec was alive.(Continues…)
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I received this book in trade for my honest review Goodbye Cruller World is a book that will have you reading until the very last page. I had many different people in mind for Roger’s death, and was eager to find out who truly did it. Bolton’s way of writing is cozy, so a “cozy mystery” really works to describe it. In the last 30 something pages my adrenaline was actually running so I was shaking. Most books do not do that to me because I can assume whether or not they’ll be injured. I couldn’t figure out whether or not Emily would turn out injured. I loved the idea of how she introduced the murder and can’t wait for the next book in the series. The reason why I have rated four stars is because four means the book was good for me, but personally a book has to be one of the best I’ve read for a five star. Just a personal thing, not insulting.
Goodbye Cruller World – honestly, who comes up with these crazy titles? – is a delightful read that, for me, really hit the spot for a relaxing cozy mystery. This is book #2 in the Deputy Donut series, set in the quaint small town of Fallingbrook, Wisconsin. The setting is great, and the only thing I could ask for is descriptive passages that create a more vivid sense of place. I also enjoyed the previous book, Survival of the Fritters, and hope that Emily’s neighbor, Lois, will be featured in future books. Emily is so very likeable as a lead character, realistic and someone I would enjoy having as a friend. There’s a complexity and sadness as she continues to deal with the death of her husband some years ago, and she is surrounded by a great network of family and friends. That network includes law enforcement officials, giving credibility to her reason for investigating. I especially enjoyed the growing friendship between Emily and police detective Brent, and am pulling for further development soon. The Deputy Donut shop, co-owned by Emily and her father-in law, is hired to make a donut wall for a friend’s wedding reception – such a fun and creative idea! The number of suspects is exactly right, enough to keep readers guessing, but not too numerous to keep straight. And I can’t leave without mentioning lead detective, DCI Detective Yvonne Passenmath (present in the previous book also). I just don’t like her, she has no redeeming qualities, but I guess she does add conflict to the storyline. However, with her penchant for assessing blame based on her negative personal feelings, I wonder how she achieved her rank. It would be great if she disappeared from the series altogether! The “icing on the cake” for me is that Goodbye Cruller World is a clean read, which I greatly appreciate. And I absolutely adore Emily’s cat, Dep, who adds so much richness to these stories. There’s plenty of room for further character development and I look forward to Emily’s next adventure. I received a copy of this book through The Review Crew. The opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own.
Goodbye Cruller World by Ginger Bolton is the second book in the Deputy Donut Mystery series. A thoroughly enjoyable read with all the components of a good cozy mystery. I am happy to report that not until very close to the end did I figure out ‘whodunit’ - just the way I like it. There were enough red herrings and suspects to keep me guessing. Now coming in to the series on book two, I had a bit of trepidation. Luckily, the author provided enough back story that I was easily able to proceed and not feel like I missed too much by not reading book one in the series. Having said that, now that I have completed book two - my interest is peaked sufficiently so that I want to go back and read book one! I found the story telling engaging. The characters were well rounded and I will never turn down a good cruller recipe. The cover art was SO cute! Given the cuteness of the cat - wondering why she did not play a more prominent role. Her role seemed simply to be a cat. Wonder if her role was more pronounced in book one? Though I did like Dep’s attitude at times :) “Dep was a little indignant about being left during what she thought of as our dinner hour, but after a few minutes of cuddling in the wing chair, she hopped off my lap and asked to be let out into the backyard. She didn’t stay long.” The main characters had some depth, which I would like to explore further. I enjoyed the friendship and comradery between Emily, Samantha and Misty. Additionally, I am interested in following some of the possible romantic pairings that have been developing throughout the story. So I shall be waiting for the next installment of the Deputy Donut Mystery series. *I would like to thank the author for supplying a free copy of this title in exchange for an honest review*
This is the second Deputy Donut mystery and I enjoyed this one as much as the first. Once again we take a trip to Fallingbrook, Wisconsin, where Emily and her father-in-law run Deputy Donuts. They have been hired to put together a donut wall at a wedding. When the groom at a wedding collapses and dies of poisoning, Emily is a suspect. DCI detective Yvonne Passenmath was focusing on her and the bride, Jenn. She seems blinded to all other clues and evidence as she tries to pin the murder on one of them. As Emily and Tom ask questions and snoop around, we come across many other suspects. Throw in some odd and quirky characters and I enjoy the visit. The plot moved along nicely with some great moments. I love how well Tom and Emily work together. With Tom being the retired police chief, he is smart and can usually pull out information form the investigating officers. I had a sneaking suspicion who the guilty party was and I was right, but was not positive until the end. The showdown was well done and had me on the edge of my seat. I enjoy the relationship developing (very slowly) between Emily and Brent, especially as she is a widow who very much loved her husband and Brent was his partner. She is taking things very slowly and right now they are just good friends. Missy and Samantha, Emily's best friends, round out the regular cast. They are great together and bounce things off one another. Overall, I enjoyed this story and am looking forward to the next Deputy Donut mystery. The publisher, Kensington Publishing, generously provided me with a copy of this book to read upon request. The rating, ideas and opinions shared are my own.
What a great return visit to Wisconsin and the Deputy Donut shop. Emily Westhill and her former father in law Tom are very inventive in how they are growing their business, Nearby business owner Jenn Zeeland desires a donut wall, filled with the two favorite donuts of her and her husband to be, they accept and build and bake quite a wall. As the wedding festivities draw to a close, Emily is present when a fine white powder, and unconscious groom are discovered. The small town atmosphere is very well drawn in this story and the characters are starting to have their own unique personalities.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Weddings and donuts, that is a new tradition I would love! Emily and her father-in-law, Tom, create a donut wall for the wedding of Jenn, the owner of Dressed to Kill. The bride’s favorite donuts on one side and the groom’s favorites on the other. It is a big hit with the guests and the groom makes a regular pig of himself eating one after another. That is until he ends up dead on the floor. Seems someone has added their own secret ingredient to some of the pastries. An item that was made to kill. Everyone at the reception becomes a suspect, especially the bride. Emily knows the connection to her confections is going to be bad for business. She knows Detective Passenmath would love to pin the crime on her and Tom. She has no choice but to try the puzzle out the killer herself. Tom and Emily own Deputy Donut, named after Emily’s tabby cat. Tom is the former police chief of Fallingbrook. His son was on the force too and Emily is a former 911 operator. The shop has a police theme complete with an old squad car for deliveries. These characters stole my heart in Survival of the Fritters. The nice thing about Deputy Donut is that police and fire personnel hang out there. Some key suspects also stop in a time or two, in addition to all the regulars. It is a unique place because Deputy Donut, the cat, has his own lair to watch over all the all the happenings. I really enjoy how the author has set this up as we get to know the characters better at this special gathering place. The mystery this time had so many suspects but I set my sights on someone very early in the story. Then I followed along with Emily and let me tell you the author built everything up to a very exciting ending. I was right about the who and most of the why, but boy I was on the edge of my seat at the climactic scene that brought everything together. The story is set in my wonderful state of Wisconsin and the author described everything wonderfully. The closest thing to Deputy Donut that we have nearby now is Dunkin’ Donuts, but growing up we had a wonderful bakery that reminds me in many ways of Emily and Tom’s shop. Great donuts and a great gathering place to find out all the latest news about town. Crullers are some of my favorites as are powdered sugared (I may be looking at those a little closer now). I can’t wait for my next visit!
Goodbye Cruller World by Ginger Bolton is the second tale in A Deputy Donut Mystery series. Emily Westhill and Tom Westhill co-own Deputy Donut in Fallingbrook, Wisconsin. Their shop has been commissioned by Jenn Zeeland, who owns Dressed to Kill, to provide a late night snack for her wedding guests at her wedding reception. They have constructed a donut wall (with dowels to hold the donuts) and Tom’s wife, Cindy added some decorative touches. At Little Lake Lodge, Emily puts out the fresh donuts and they are an instant hit (who doesn’t love freshly made donuts). Emily is being twirled about the dance floor when the groom is discovered curled up on the carpet by the donut wall. Scott Ritsorf, the fire chief, attends to the victim while Emily notices a saucer with a strange white substance hidden under her hat. It appears that someone used Deputy Donut’s crullers to poison the groom. Unfortunately, the groom does not survive and the police chief calls in DCI to work the murder. When Detective Yvonne Passenmath is assigned the case, Emily knows she needs to track down the poisoner to save Deputy Donut’s reputation. When Detective Passenmath narrows her investigation to Jenn, Emily needs to work quickly before Jenn must trade her wedding dress for a prison jumpsuit. Goodbye Cruller World can be read on its own. The author provides the necessary backstory on Emily and the secondary characters along with what occurred in Survival of the Fritters. I found the book to be easy to read and I liked the steady pace. However, we really do not need every activity described in detail (unlocking the shop doors, turning on the lights, making the coffee, wiping down the tables, etc.). The author needs to take the time to develop the characters in the series. They are not fleshed out and the secondary characters felt flat. I like Misty, Samantha, Scott, Brent, Tom and the others. I just wish we knew more about them. I could do with Emily spending less time trying to match up her various friends (as she avoids dating and the fact that two men would like to date her). Dep, the cat, is adorable and playful. I like that the author has Emily talk to Dep and he responds with his little “mmp” noise. I did not understand why other characters, like Brent, would answer with a “mmp” though. I would re-read the paragraph because I wondered if I had missed something (was it a person talking or the cat). The mystery could be solved before the bridegroom consumes his first cruller. The killer was as obvious as powdered sugar on a black shirt. Emily does ask questions, but she spends an inordinate amount of time speculating on the crime with Dep (I want more solid content). I like that Brent listens to Emily’s insights and the information that she digs up on the suspects. I intensely dislike Detective Yvonne Passenmath. She is another cliché nasty detective who focuses on finding evidence to convict innocent people instead of following the evidence to find the guilty party. I would like to know more about the town of Fallingbrook. We are given scant details on this little hamlet in Wisconsin. There are delectable donuts described in the story and recipes at the end of the book. Goodbye Cruller World is an easy breezy cozy mystery that will have you making a run to your local donut shop. I am giving Goodbye Cruller World 3 out of 5 stars.
Goodbye Cruller World is the next fun-filled, donut swooning installment of the Deputy Donut Mystery series. Weddings are never without stress which creates the perfect backdrop for murder and wedding tension creates an extensive list of suspects. Family devotion, love and betrayal create a plot that twists like the cruller with each chapter. The author intricately develops the existing characters while adding fresh faces and personalities to the series. Fun, twisty murder mystery that keeps the reader guessing until the end and craving donuts, too! I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for a fair and honest review.
In this second book of the series Emily is catering a wedding and doing a special donut wall for the bride and groom. With the help of her father-in-law they come up with a splendid wall for the wedding and Emily can't wait to see what everyone thinks. When the groom ends up dead during the reception Emily is mortified to see that one of her donuts might have did him in. Seeing a suspicious bowl of powder by the wall she immediately thinks of poison and hopes that no one else got into the bowl. Not wanting people to think that her donuts are killers she jumps into investigation mode. When things start to come to light about the groom it looks like he has more enemies than friends, but who wanted him dead so badly? Emily knows that she must dig up the truth before the investigating officer pins the murder on her. Follow along as Emily makes the donuts, asks questions of potential suspects, and tries to keep herself out of trouble. Will she be able to solve the case? Emily is such a great character and I'm enjoying getting to know her along with the other players in each new book. I can't wait to see what donuts she comes up with next and what mystery fall in her lap.
Goodbye Cruller World is such a fun book. I liked the idea of its main setting being Emily's Deputy Donut Donut Shop -- I mean, who doesn't love donuts? Add to that, a wedding reception with a donut wall, a belligerent groom, a bride with second thoughts, and you have the perfect formula for a murder mystery. I really enjoyed every part of this very readable and engaging book. Ginger Bolton did a wonderful job of creating the atmosphere of the whole donut enterprise, from the police hats with a stuffed donut logo to the shop's delivery donut-themed police cruiser, with its multi-colored flashing lights. The characters are well written and interacted well with each other, and when combined, made a perfect investigating team for this complex mystery. Deputy Donut also has a namesake, Emily's cat, nicknamed Dep, who is very cute and also a fixture in a special cat-friendly office in the donut shop. This book is the second book in the series, but can easily stand alone, but I know that I am going to be reading the first book, Survival of the Fritters (aren't the titles great?). I recommend this book without reservation as well, but you might want to have some donuts on hand because Goodbye Cruller World will make you hungry! I received a copy of this book from the author. All thoughts and opinions are solely my own.
As the story begins, Emily and Tom, co-owners Of Deputy Donut Cafe, are preparing a donut wall for the wedding reception of the business owner next door, Jenn. After the “I Do’s”, Roger, the groom, stuffs himself with crullers and keels over dead. Tox reports point to poison. Tough and gruff outsider, Detective Passenmath, would enjoy pinning the murder on Emily and Tom and be done with it; however, they have friends with the local police department, and that’s not going to happen. The story moves along at a steady clip with a great cast of characters. Plenty of suspects are provided for readers to sort out who had means, motive, and opportunity to snuff out the groom. This is a great cozy for an afternoon of reading. Delicious recipes follow the story. I reviewed a digital arc provided by NetGalley and Kensington Publishing. Thank you.