Its the beginning of the work week, the second Monday in May and Summer is almost here. Almost.
This week my sneak peak is a food mystery by Jessica Beck and its coming from a new source Criminal Element.com. Don't let the title fool you. Its a website devoted to books that fall in the category of Murder/Mystery/Suspense. I know that there are a lot us who enjoy these genres and Criminal Element has loads of resources for us to enjoy. So, use the link and check out criminalelement.com.
As for Evil Eclairs, Its been published since April 26th and already, lots of readers have given their views on the book. On Amazon.com most people describe it as a "fun and light read", perfect to add to your summer reading list.
The website provided two chapters for the sneak peek but i abbreviated it a bit so that you you guys can enjoy it better. The link to the full excerpt is included at the end of the excerpt.
If you were lucky enough to have read Evil Eclairs, let me know your thoughts on this mystery.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Title: Evil Eclairs: A Donut Shop Mystery
Author: Jessica Beck
Genre: Mystery
Pages: 304
Publishers: Minotaur Books; First Edition edition (April 26, 2011)
Chapter 1Owning and running a donut shop is not for the faint of heart. If I’m going to get anywhere close to the minimum six hours of sleep I need before I get up at one a.m. every morning, I have to be in bed by seven every night.Tonight I’d pushed my bedtime back too far and I knew I’d pay for it in the morning. As I drifted off to sleep just after eight, I heard the name of my donut shop mentioned on the radio. That was odd, since I had never been able to afford even their low advertising rates to tout my specialty donut and coffee shop.Then I realized that Donut Hearts wasn’t being described with any affection. Lester Moorefi eld, the local news jockey on WAPS, was broadcasting another of his diatribes, and this time, I was evidently his target. His show ran in the morning, but his editorials were always done at night.“Donuts are a perfect example of how we are slowly killing ourselves. To give you just one instance, I sat in my car across the street from Donut Hearts this morning, and in one hour, I saw countless overweight or downright obese people stumbling out of the place with glazed looks on their faces and powdered sugar on their lips. Suzanne Hart feeds this sickness within her customers, catering to their base cravings like some kind of dealer. Her products are toxic, deadly dough, if you will, and we in the community need to take a stand. I propose that over the next seven days, the citizens of April Springs, and all within the sound of my voice in North Carolina, boycott this shop, and others of its ilk, and stand up to those who would enslave us with their tempting but fatal offerings.”Suddenly I was wide awake.Momma was sitting by the radio downstairs, and from the expression on her face, she hadn’t missed a word of Lester’s diatribe, either. I’d barely taken the time to throw on some sweatpants and an old T-shirt before I’d raced downstairs.“That man is a menace to society,” she said. “Someone should stop him.” Though my mother was physically slight, barely five feet tall, she more than made up for it with her fi erce spirit.“He’s gone too far this time,” I agreed as I threw on my running shoes. I wouldn’t win any Best Dressed awards for my ensemble, but I wasn’t about to take time to consider my wardrobe.“What are you doing?” Momma asked.“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked as I struggled with one shoelace that had somehow managed to knot itself into a mess. “I’m going to go see him at the station.”
Read the full excerpt here.
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