by Krista Davis
Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CUPCAKES AND PUPCAKES | Guest List
CUPCAKES AND PUPCAKES | Dinner Menu
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
RECIPES & COOKING TIPS
The Diva Frosts a Cupcake
KRISTA DAVIS
PRAISE FOR THE AGATHA AWARD–NOMINATED DOMESTIC DIVA MYSTERIES
The Diva Digs up the Dirt
“Perfectly enjoyable.”
—RT Book Reviews
“A satisfying, complex story . . . [An] enjoyable mystery . . . Poignant, but also funny at times.”
—Vibrant Nation
“The Diva Digs up the Dirt definitely hit the spot . . . [A] fun mystery and a great way to spend a few hours by the pool or at the beach.”
—Booking Mama
The Diva Haunts the House
“The quirky characters are well developed, the story line is as crisp as a fall apple, and the twists and turns are as tight as a corkscrew.”
—AnnArbor.com
“Davis finely blends mystery and comedy, keeping The Diva Haunts the House entertaining and alluring.”
—SeattlePI.com
The Diva Cooks a Goose
“For fans of Donna Andrews and Diane Mott Davidson . . . [A] real winner.”
—The Season
“Sophie keeps a cool head . . . ensuring a Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”
—The Mystery Reader
“A great whodunit.”
—Once Upon a Romance
“This is not your run-of-the-mill cozy; the characters are real to life, interesting, and keep you wondering what will happen next. Krista Davis writes one enjoyable read.”
—The Romance Readers Connection
The Diva Paints the Town
“[Davis] handles this tricky tale with aplomb and fills it with a cast of eccentrics . . . And the three animals are endlessly amusing. Davis includes several recipes, and although the novel takes place during a Virginia winter, the strawberry daiquiris will have you pretending it’s summer.”
—Richmond Times-Dispatch
“Davis plates up another delectable whodunit, complete with recipes. Indeed, her novels are every bit as good as Diane Mott Davidson’s Goldy Schulz mysteries.”
—Shine
“Davis’s latest is an enjoyable mystery that includes decorating tips, a few pets, an unusual bequest, and recipes . . . Once again, Krista Davis brings us interesting, fun characters.”
—Lesa’s Book Critiques
“Ms. Davis immerses the reader into the world of interior design.”
—TwoLips Reviews
The Diva Takes the Cake
“The Diva Takes the Cake does just that—takes the cake.”
—The Romance Readers Connection
“Mistaken identities, half truths, buried secrets, missing jewelry, wedding jitters, and family squabbles are whipped into a sweet froth in this second of the Domestic Diva Mysteries . . . [A] fun little bonbon of a book to enjoy on the beach or as a break from any wedding plans.”
—ReviewingTheEvidence.com
“Sure to thrill cozy fans.”
—Fresh Fiction
“Davis has devised a delightful romp, with engaging characters and a nicely crafted setting in which to place them. The author sets just the right tone to match her diva’s perfect centerpieces, tablescapes, and lighting effects.”
—Shine
The Diva Runs Out of Thyme
“[A] tricky whodunit laced with delectable food . . . [A] fine mystery that’s stuffed with suspects—and a reminder that nobody’s Thanksgiving is perfect.”
—Richmond Times-Dispatch
“A mouthwatering mix of murder, mirth, and mayhem, nicely spiced by new author Krista Davis.”
—Mary Jane Maffini, author of The Busy Woman’s Guide to Murder
“This cozy mystery delivers a plethora of useful household tips and mouthwatering recipes immersed within a keep-you-guessing plot filled with suspicious-acting characters, and twists and turns around every corner. Davis’s smart writing style and engaging characters are sure to garner fans.”
—AuthorsDen.com
“Filled with humor, delicious recipes, and holiday decorating tips, The Diva Runs Out of Thyme is a lighthearted mystery that is sure to get you in the Thanksgiving mood . . . [A] must-read to prepare for the holiday season!”
—The Romance Readers Connection
“[A] fun romp into the world of food, murder, and mayhem.”
—Armchair Interviews
“The Diva Runs Out of Thyme is as much comedy as mystery . . . [A] really good book . . . [A] series worth watching.”
—Mysterious Reviews
“An entertaining mystery novel with charming characters. The plot of the mystery is well drawn out . . . Davis is an excellent mystery author.”
—MyShelf.com
“The beginning of a good culinary cozy series with some interesting and different characters.”
—Gumshoe Review
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THE DIVA HAUNTS THE HOUSE
THE DIVA DIGS UP THE DIRT
THE DIVA FROSTS A CUPCAKE
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THE DIVA FROSTS A CUPCAKE
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Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / June 2013
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For the Plothatchers,
who always have an answer, a suggestion, or a great idea,
and are there no matter what.
They are my watercooler when I need a break,
a shoulder to lean on, and have become
my very dear friends:
Janet Bolin, Peg Cochran, Kaye George,
Daryl Wood Gerber, Janet Koch,
and Marilyn Levinson.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Very special thanks to Laura Owens, D.V.M., for explaining the treatment of chocolate ingestion by dogs. Many thanks yet again to Lucy Zahray for her amazing knowledge and helpfulness about poisonous plants. And to my mother, Marianne, and my friends Betsy Strickland, Susan Erba, Amy Wheeler, and David Erba for patiently testing cupcake after cupcake without ever complaining about sugar rushes. I must thank my brilliant editor, Sandra Harding, whose edits always result in a stronger book, even when they present challenges. My agent, Jessica Faust, has been supportive and helpful and is always very wise. What would I do without Sandy and Jessica to keep me on track? Teresa Fasolino has painted another fabulous cover for Sophie and her friends, this time depicting the heart of Old Town so beautifully. Special thanks to Andy Ball for his eagle eye in catching my errors. As always, any mistakes are my own. I am grateful to all of you.
CUPCAKES and PUPCAKES
Gala Eight-Course Dinner
Black Tie
By Ticket Only. Sold Out.
Guests
General Euclid German
Alex German
Nick Rigas
Clarissa Osbourne
Maurice Lester
Mars Winston
Myra Liebling
Humphrey Brown
Francine Vanderhoosen
Officer Wong
Bernie Frei
Martha (Chihuahua)
Daisy (mixed hound)
Guinevere (gray cat)
Buddy (black-and-tan rescue dog)
Bakers
Sugar Baby Cupcakes
Renee Gatewood
Joy Bickford
Muffin Pruitt
Cupcake Saloon
Natasha
Cake My Day
Spenser Osbourne
Sugar Mama Cupcakes
Joy Bickford
The Laughing Hound
CUPCAKES & PUPCAKES
Dinner Menu
Amuse Bouche
Asparagus Mini-cupcake
Appetizer
Avocado and Black Bean Cupcake
Fish Course
Salmon Cupcake
Les Légumes
Spinach Cupcake
Entrée
Rosemary Bacon Corn Cupcake
Bison Lasagna Cupcake
Cheese Course
Blueberry Cheesecake Cupcake
Fruit
Strawberry Cupcake
Dessert
Salted Caramel Cupcake
Coco Loco (Chocolate Coconut) Cupcake
CHAPTER ONE
Dear Sophie,
I am lactose intolerant, so I avoid cream cheese and buttercream frostings on cupcakes. The bakery near my office sells delicious mocha cupcakes that I eat all the time without problems. My grandfather’s new wife swears there’s no cream cheese or butter in the frosting of her mocha cupcakes, but I get sick every time I eat one. I’m worried about what she might be putting in them . . .
—Hold the Milk Please in Cream City, Ohio
Dear Hold the Milk Please,
Many cupcake recipes call for milk or cream in the cake portion and that could be the cause of your discomfort. If you’re truly concerned that she’s adding something more sinister, you might wish to have one of her cupcakes analyzed.
—Sophie
The creepy sensation of being watched overcame me. I was standing in line to buy coffee at a take-out window in Old Town, far too early in the morning for my taste. Shivering in the chilly spring weather, I gazed around and snuggled deeper into my rose-colored fleece pullover.
A few people ahead of me in line, a slender woman observed me. She didn’t avert her piercing eyes, even when I looked straight at her. Brunette with deep auburn overtones, her freckles shone through a thin dusting of makeup. A long ski-jump nose brought perkiness to her face, and laugh lines had begun to develop around her mouth. She seemed vaguely familiar to me, and I sought to place her. She wore understated Old Town chic—dark brown jeans with a green suede jacket. The chunky gold bracelet on her wrist might have been costume jewelry, but the casual leather bag that hung from a long strap over her shoulder said money in no uncertain terms.
She strode over to me. “I defended you for dating Wolf. Under the circumstances, it seemed reasonable.”
I braced myself. Her tone was level, but I detected a note of hostility. Why would she declare such a thing? My relationship with my boyfriend, Wolf, had recently come to an abrupt end because of a very complicated situation. I’d heard that some people felt I never should have dated him, and in hindsight I had thought that myself. Did she want me to thank her for standing up for me?
“I guess I was wrong. Apparently you lack the character I attributed to you. Have you no morals? No shame?”
As shocked as I was by her words, I was even more painfully aware of the interest of everyone around us. “I . . . I’m sorry. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s not add insult here by feigning ignorance. We both know what you have done.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, and her tone grew hard. “Just know that I will fight you. I might not look like much, but I can play dirty—and I will if I have to.”
She strode away with her head held high, completely unflustered, as though pleased with herself. I, on the other hand, could feel my face flushing hot.
All the eyes watching her turned back to me. A few eyebrows rose. I tried hard to smile and managed a shrug. I wanted to think she had mistaken me for someone else, but the part about Wolf led me to believe she had the right person. My relationship with Wolf had broken off about nine months earlier. What on earth could I have done to upset her so much? Better yet, who was she?
The thought of turning and running crossed my mind, but I really did want coffee, and I had promised my best friend and across-the-street neighbor, Nina Reid Norwood, that I would bring her some. Besides, whatever dreadful thing the woman thought I’d done—I had a completely clear conscience. Part of me hoped our paths wouldn’t cross again, yet I also hoped I might see her from afar when Nina was around. Maybe Nina could place her.
Gasps and whispers about Sugar Baby drew me out of my thoughts about the angry woman.
Frowning, I turned in the direction of the bakery. Just down the side street, I could see the familiar pink awning with chocolate polka dots and trim.
“Excuse me,” I said to the man in front of me. “What’s going on with Sugar Baby?”
“Look across the street. Renee and Joy split up, and Joy pulled a fast one. Cupcake war has begun
in Old Town.”
Sure enough, a new storefront had appeared directly across the street from Sugar Baby. A blue awning with brown polka dots and trim hung over a large window. Even from a distance, I could make out the name of the business—Sugar Mama. Except for the blue color and the one word name difference, it was identical to Sugar Baby.
I tried to hear what the people in line for coffee were saying.
“Apparently their business partnership broke up over a man.”
“It must have been more than that. They’re such nice women.”
“Joy has a temper. Were you ever in the shop when something went wrong? I saw her throw a cupcake once!”
“I wonder who their assistant, Muffin, went with? She’s the one with the real talent.”
“I’m sure it was a fight over money. It always is in partnerships.”
No one seemed to know. Not that it was any of my business. Still, it would be the talk of the town for a while.
I tried to shake my troubled mood, ordered three grande lattes, and carried them across the street to Market Square, where Nina waited with my mixed-breed hound, Daisy.
“Humphrey still hasn’t shown up.” Nina glared at me as though I were responsible. “He promised he would help us.”
It was odd. Humphrey might be a bit of a nerd, but he was always reliable and punctual. It worried me that he hadn’t arrived. I didn’t dare say that though, out of fear that it would send Nina into a tailspin.
At six in the morning, only a few early birds had started to set up their booths for Cupcakes and Pupcakes, Nina’s first major fundraising event. Tension ran from her tight lips to her clenched fists, all the way down to the sneaker-clad foot that twisted nervously on the red brick plaza.
On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, the general public could buy cupcakes at booths operated by bakers who had come from all over the metropolitan Washington, DC, area, and then cast a vote at Nina’s booth for the best cupcake.