Lexy Baker Cozy Mystery Series Boxed Set Vol 1 (Books 1-4)

Or buy the books separately:

Killer Cupcakes (Book 1)

Dying For Danish (Book 2)

Murder, Money and Marzipan (Book 3)

3 Bodies and a Biscotti (Book 4)

Brownies, Bodies & Bad Guys (Book 5)

Bake, Battle & Roll (Book 6)

Wedded Blintz (Book 7)

Scones, Skulls & Scams (Book 8)

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Kate Diamond

Adventure/Suspense Series

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Hidden Agemda

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Contemporary
Romance

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Sweet Escapes

Reluctant Romance

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Dobbs “Fancytales”
Regency Romance Fairytales Series

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Something In Red

Snow White and the Seven Rogues

Dancing On Glass

The Beast of Edenmaine

The Reluctant Princess

Sleeping Heiress

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Excerpt From Dead Wrong:

Morgan Blackmoore tapped her finger lightly on the counter, her mind barely registering the low buzz of voices behind her in the crowded coffee shop as she mentally prioritized the tasks that awaited her back at her own store.

“Here you go, one yerba mate tea and a vanilla latte.” Felicity rang up the purchase, as Morgan dug in the front pocket of her faded denim jeans for some cash which she traded for the two paper cups.

Inhaling the spicy aroma of the tea, she turned to leave, her long, silky black hair swinging behind her. Elbowing her way through the crowd, she headed toward the door. At this time of morning, the coffee shop was filled with locals and Morgan knew almost all of them well enough to exchange a quick greeting or nod.

Suddenly a short, stout figure appeared, blocking her path. Morgan let out a sharp breath, recognizing the figure as Prudence Littlefield.

Prudence had a long running feud with the Blackmoore’s which dated back to some sort of run-in she’d had with Morgan’s grandmother when they were young girls. As a result, Prudence loved to harass and berate the Blackmoore girls in public.  Morgan’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape route.

“Just who do you think you are?” Prudence demanded, her hands fisted on her hips, legs spaced shoulder width apart. Morgan noticed she was wearing her usual knee high rubber boots and an orange sunflower scarf.

Morgan’s brow furrowed over her ice blue eyes as she stared at the older woman’s prune like face.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t you play dumb with me Morgan Blackmoore. What kind of concoction did you give my Ed? He’s been acting plumb crazy.”

Morgan thought back over the previous week’s customers. Ed Littlefield had come into her herbal remedies shop, but she’d be damned if she’d announce to the whole town what he was after.

She narrowed her eyes at Prudence. “That’s between me and Ed.”

Prudence’s cheeks turned crimson. Her nostrils flared. “You know what I think,” she said narrowing her eyes and leaning in toward Morgan, “I think you’re a witch, just like your great-great-great-grandmother!”