Wedding Cake (Culinary Murder Mysteries Series #12)

by Josi S. Kilpack

Overview

"Didn't I tell you you'd never be free of me?"

When Sadie Hoffmiller receives a threatening, anonymous text message just days before her wedding, she's determined not to let it interfere with the celebration she has carefully planned for months. But when the threat changes from a distant fear to a frightening reality, Sadie realizes just how much she's underestimated the situation. Desperate to put an end to the game she's been forced to play, Sadie, her fiancé, Pete, and her children pull out all the stops—resolved to stop running and see justice done. What they don't know, however, is just how far Sadie's nemesis is willing to go and just how many people may be hurt in the process. There's no turning back for anyone in this riveting conclusion to the twelve-volume series, and the question becomes whether or not Sadie will have a future left when the game finally comes to an end.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781629732701
Publisher:	Deseret Book Company
Publication date:	12/30/2014
Series:	Culinary Murder Mysteries Series , #12
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	798,715
File size:	901 KB

About the Author

Josi S. Kilpack began her first novel in 1998. Her seventh novel, Sheep’s Clothing, won the 2007 Whitney Award for Mystery/ Suspense. Rocky Road is Josi’s nineteenth novel and the tenth book in the Sadie Hoffmiller Culinary Mystery Series.

Josi currently lives in Willard, Utah, with her husband and children.

For more information about Josi, you can visit her website at www.josiskilpack.com, read her blog at www.josikilpack.blogspot .com, or contact her via e-mail at [e-mail].

Read an Excerpt

Dead birds were the antithesis of a wedding day, which should be all about hope and goodness. That's why Sadie was making tiny tulle bags of birdseed for her wedding guests to throw instead of rice. She'd heard that rice could distend a bird's stomach, resulting in death if they ate too much, and though she'd never read scientific proof of such a thing, she didn't want to take the chance.

Two days, she thought as she finished tying a gossamer bow on one of the favors. Two days and I will be Mrs. Peter Cunningham.