Asking for Truffle is the first in the Southern Chocolate Shop Mystery for Dorothy St. James and a splendid one it is! An easy reading cozy mystery that keeps you hooked from page one with delicious characters and a delightful story. Oh, and let's not forget all the chocolate you can desire. The novel includes a few of the recipes in the back that with such tempting mentions of chocolate dishes through out your reading you can treat yourself as well with a few.
It all started when Charity Penn who goes by the name Penn receives a letter stating that she won an all expenses paid trip to Camellia Beach, South Carolina. To top it off she even won free cooking lessons from the Chocolate Shop in town! Sounds great and all but she never entered any contest and there must be a catch correct? Her friend, Skinny promises to go check it out for her. He is however found later in that town drowned in a vat of chocolate. The only thing left for a girl to do is to go to Camellia Beach to find out what happened to her friend. But answers do not come easy in a close knitted town and Penn finds herself in some tough situations with many surprises unfolding.
I enjoy a story with such lovable characters, as you will find in ASKING FOR TRUFFLE. Even down to Stella, Penn's pup who is not the friendliest, you will fall in love with her. It is great beginnings to I hope many more adventures for Charity Penn. So sit back with a cup of Mabel's Hot Chocolate, or a bowl of Bertie's Sweet and Spicy Chili and enjoy a copy of ASKING FOR TRUFFLE by Dorothy St. James!
When Charity Penn receives a letter saying she won a trip
to
Camellia Beach, South Carolina complete with free cooking
lessons at the townโs seaside chocolate shop, The
Chocolate
Box, sheโs immediately skeptical. She never entered any
contest. Her former prep school friend offers to look
into
the phony prizeโonly to end up drowned in a vat of
chocolate.
Struck with guilt, Penn heads to the southern beach town
to
investigate why he was killed. But as wary as she is of
the
locals, she finds herself lured into their eccentric
vibe,
letting her defenses melt away and even learning the art
of
crafting delicious chocolates. That is, until delight
turns
bittersweet as she steps straight into the midst of a
deadly
plot to destroy the seaside town. Now, only Pennโs quick
thinking and a mysterious cask of rare chocolate can save
the town sheโs learning to love.
Rich and decadent, Asking for Truffle, the first
in a
new cozy series by Dorothy St. James, is sure to be a
delectable read for fans of JoAnna Carl and Joanne Fluke.
EXCERPT
On the screen was a newspaper headline:
Man Murdered in Vat of Chocolate.
โWhat in the world is this?โ I asked.
A consummate researcher, Granny Mae searching out
articles about chocolate and chocolate shops didnโt
surprise me. Digging through information had been her way
of helping out after Iโd received that phony prize to an
obscure chocolate shop on the beach.
I scrunched my brows and read the headline again. Murder
by chocolate? The articles that usually caught her fancy
were scientific discoveries, political opinion pieces,
and human rights violations. Not sensational murders.
โWhat is this? I donโt have time to read an article about
some bizarre murder,โ I said and then checked my phone
for the call that still hadnโt come.
Granny Mae had three PhDsโone in biochemistry, one in
astrophysics, and the third in journalism. Strange or
sensational news simply wasnโt her thing.
โItโs Skinny,โ she whispered.
โWhat?โ I dropped like a heavy weight into the nearest
kitchen chair. A frigid cold that had nothing to do with
the outside air settled deep into my bones. I read the
entire article. Skinny?
โNo. It canโt be. It canโt be him,โ I said.
Granny Mae bent down and enveloped me in her warm
embrace. Together we cried loud, sloppy, hiccupy sobs,
the kind I loathed. But with her holding onto me, making
me feel safe and loved, I couldnโt seem to hold back my
messy emotions.
After Iโd wrung myself dry, she handed me a tissue for my
nose and then blew hers as well. โAfter we met with your
friend, I subscribed to the digital edition of Camellia
Beachโs local newspaper, The Camellia Current. I was
hoping the newspaper might help us learn more about the
town and the chocolate shop that sent the prize letter,โ
she explained. โItโs a small-town paper. Most issues are
filled with things like arguments about new land
developments at the monthly town council meeting, surf
contest results, and this scone recipe. But this
morningโs headlineโฆโ She tapped the iPad with the heavy
scone she still had in her hand.
โI canโt believe it,โ I whispered. It couldnโt be true.
But each time I read the article, the facts refused to
change. Last night Skinny McGee, my Skinny McGee, whoโd
promised to call this morning to tell me his exciting
news, had been dipped headfirst into a huge vat of
semisweet chocolate in the back room of Camellia Beachโs
local chocolate shop, the Chocolate Box.
The Chocolate Box: the same chocolate shop where Iโd won
cooking lessonsโcooking lessons Skinny had suggested I
take.
I need to think.
I need to think.
But my mind, along with the rest of my body, had frozen
up.
โCould you let Stella in? She must be a pupsicle by now,โ
I murmured.
Granny Mae sniffed back tears. She grumbled about the
little dog as she padded toward the back door and swung
it open, letting in a blast of frigid air.
I looked at the article again.
โStart packing your bags,โ Skinny had told me. โYou
really need to come down here and see this for yourself.โ
Why? I silently asked him. What did you find?
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