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  PRAISE FOR THE COOKBOOK NOOK MYSTERIES

  Stirring the Plot

  “Readers will enjoy immersing themselves in a mystery that celebrates the quirkiness of the Halloween season as well as its magical allure.”

  —Kings River Life Magazine

  “Delightful . . . Gerber manages to incorporate Halloween, food, an excitement about books, and a touch of romance. It’s a fun, seasonal treat.”

  —Lesa’s Book Critiques

  “Gerber has written a very bewitching mystery . . . You really can’t go wrong with a cozy by this author whether she is writing as Daryl Wood Gerber or Avery Aames. All her stories are completely captivating and very entertaining.”

  —Escape with Dollycas into a Good Book

  “Each book is better than the last, and they have all been wonderful.”

  —Open Book Society

  Inherit the Word

  “A mystery featuring a cookbook bookstore is completely irresistible, especially when the author combines it with complex and very well-developed story lines.”

  —Kings River Life Magazine

  “Readers will relish the extensive cookbook suggestions, the cooking primer, and the whole foodie phenomenon.”

  —Library Journal

  “Kudos to the author for creating a welcoming store with such a strong cast of characters. There’s more than one reason to return to the Cookbook Nook Mysteries.”

  —Lesa’s Book Critiques

  “Murder, betrayal, and a grilled cheese contest are found between the pages of this wonderfully prepared drama, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for the residents of Crystal Cove in this delectably appetizing series.”

  —Dru’s Book Musings

  Final Sentence

  “Murder, revenge, secrets . . . and cookbooks! Final Sentence . . . is a delectable page-turner with a tasty mix of characters, crime, and cookbooks, blended beautifully in a witty, well-plotted whodunit that will leave you hungry for more.”

  —Kate Carlisle, New York Times bestselling author of the Bibliophile Mysteries

  “There’s a feisty new amateur sleuth in town and her name is Jenna Hart. With a bodacious cast of characters, a wrenching murder, and a collection of cookbooks to die for, Daryl Wood Gerber’s Final Sentence was a page-turning puzzler of a mystery that I could not put down.”

  —Jenn McKinlay, New York Times bestselling author of the Cupcake Bakery Mysteries, the Library Lover’s Mysteries, and the Hat Shop Mysteries

  “Daryl Wood Gerber has found the perfect recipe for all of us who love cozy mysteries and food.”

  —Lesa’s Book Critiques

  “This is a great new series by a very talented author. This was one book that I picked up and could not put down. I just had to know what would happen next.”

  —MyShelf.com

  “Daryl succeeded in writing a wonderfully crafted whodunit that quickly became a page-turner thanks to a great setting, a feel-good atmosphere, engaging dialogue, and an eclectically quirky cast of characters.”

  —Dru’s Book Musings

  Berkley Prime Crime titles by Daryl Wood Gerber

  FINAL SENTENCE

  INHERIT THE WORD

  STIRRING THE PLOT

  FUDGING THE BOOKS

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  FUDGING THE BOOKS

  A Berkley Prime Crime Book / published by arrangement with the author

  Copyright © 2015 by Daryl Wood Gerber.

  Excerpt from For Cheddar or Worse by Avery Aames copyright © 2015 by Penguin Random House LLC.

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  PUBLISHING HISTORY

  Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / August 2015

  Cover illustration by Teresa Fasolino.

  Cover design by Jason Gill.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: The recipes contained in this book are to be followed exactly as written. The publisher is not responsible for your specific health or allergy needs that may require medical supervision. The publisher is not responsible for any adverse reactions to the recipes contained in this book.

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  To my husband. I adore you. I am so blessed!

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to my family and friends for all your support.

  Thank you particularly to my husband, my first reader. I love your insight and enthusiasm. I am so blessed.

  Thank you to my talented author friends, Krista Davis, Janet Bolin, Kate Carlisle, and Hannah Dennison for your words of wisdom and calm. Thanks to my brainstormers at Plothatchers: Krista, Janet, Kaye, Marilyn, Peg, and yes, another Janet (we all have aliases, I think!). Thanks to my blog mates on Mystery Lovers Kitchen: Cleo, Krista, Leslie, Mary Jane/Victoria, Roberta/Lucy, and Sheila. Love you all!

  Thanks to the team who has helped make the Cookbook Nook Mysteries a success: my fabulous editor, Kate Seaver, as well as Katherine Pelz, Danielle Dill, and my terrific copyeditor Marianne Grace. Thank you Teresa Fasolino for your brilliant artwork! John Talbot, thank you for believing in every aspect of my work. Sheridan Stancliff, you are an Internet and creative marvel. Kimberley Greene, I appreciate everything you do for me. You have no idea, or maybe you do.

  Thank you librarians, teachers, and readers for sharing the delectable world of a culinary bookstore owner in a California seaside town with your friends.

  And last but not least, thanks to my cookbook consultant, Christine Myskowski. May your new direction in life bring you years of fulfillment.

  Contents

  Praise for the Cookbook Nook mysteries

  Berkley Prime Crime titles by Daryl Wood Gerber

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Epigraph

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29


  Recipes

  A preview of For Cheddar or Worse

  He who asks a question will be a fool for five minutes.

  He who does not ask a question will remain a fool forever.

  —Chinese proverb

  Chapter 1

  CHOCOLATE. IS THERE anything not to like—excuse me, love—about chocolate? And it’s February, so it’s National Chocolate Month, which means I can focus The Cookbook Nook’s theme on chocolate. Heaven. I plucked a homemade chocolate-cherry bonbon from a bowl sitting on the sales counter and popped it into my mouth, relishing the burst of flavor. Yum! Definitely not poison.

  “Back to work, Jenna,” I whispered.

  I was alone in The Cookbook Nook. My aunt had yet to arrive, and Bailey, my best friend in the world and the main sales clerk at the shop, had called saying she was running late, too. I enjoyed mornings in the shop by myself. I could take time to scan the wares and appreciate what I’d been able to build in the past few months.

  Back in August, I gave up my cushy job at a swank San Francisco advertising firm and returned home to help my aunt Vera open our culinary bookshop. I am so proud that, with my aunt’s financial backing and my marketing expertise, we have created this must-visit haven for foodies and lovers of cookbooks. The floors are filled with movable bookshelves upon which sit hundreds of cookbooks with tasty titles. On the shelves along the walls are colorful arrays of cooking utensils, salt shakers, pepper mills, aprons, and more. We fashioned the rear corner as a young cooks area, where kids and their parents could sit and read or even do crafts. My aunt, who loves to tell fortunes, set up a vintage kitchen table near the front entrance where she offers occasional readings. She isn’t a seer; she doesn’t have extrasensory powers, but she believes her readings help her friends and clients cope. I’m not a believer, but I would never tell her sharing her passion is out of the question. Sometimes, her predictions come true.

  “Work!” I reminded myself.

  I moved to the display table, where I had arranged delicious cozy mysteries with some of my favorites by Krista Davis and Jenn McKinlay. I added a new cozy to the grouping, Murder of a Chocolate-Covered Cherry by Denise Swanson. I also added a couple of new books to our permanent supply of food-related fiction: The Chocolate Lovers’ Club and The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in Paris.

  “Perfect.”

  Next, I gathered a stack of chocolate-themed cookbooks from the sales counter and skirted around the centermost movable bookshelf, while gazing lustfully at the top book—one I intended to take home with me, written by the renowned chocolatier Michael Recchiuti: Chocolate Obsession: Confections and Treats to Create and Savor. Granted, it was not a book for beginners, like me. In fact, one woman who had reviewed the book on Amazon said to do exactly what Recchiuti said or else. Um, okay, perhaps she hadn’t written that as a specific threat, but it was implied. Make sure to buy the higher butterfat butter was one of her suggestions. Also, use the expensive chocolate. Forget about baking with Hershey’s. Now, I adore Hershey’s Kisses and those adorable Hershey’s Miniatures, but even I can tell the difference between an everyday chocolate and Scharffen Berger.

  I placed the chocolate books on another display table, stood the Recchiuti book upright with its pages fanned open, and set a pile of books behind it. I laid out other titles, like Crazy About Chocolate: More Than 200 Delicious Recipes to Enjoy and Share—the cover alone with a dozen mouthwatering mini chocolate éclairs would sell that book in a heartbeat—and Absolutely Chocolate: Irresistible Excuses to Indulge—its sinfully all-chocolate cover was great, as well. I had space for a few more titles and hurried back to the stockroom.

  When I returned carrying a stack of books that reached my chin, a forty-something woman with sleek black hair, one of our regulars, rapped on the front door, which I’d propped open—I love crisp, fresh air. She wiggled her fingers. “Jenna, are you ready for a few customers?”

  It was almost nine. “Sure.”

  “Can you help us?” She and two friends made a beeline for the paleo diet section of books. I followed. “Paleo,” she said matter-of-factly. “Can you explain the regime to us?”

  Although it wasn’t my preferred way to eat—I savored carbs—I knew the basics. Paleo involved eating the way cavemen did, which meant consuming only things we could hunt, fish, or farm. Sugar-packed cereal and pasta made with white flour were out. P.S. I really like fettuccine Alfredo.

  “We’re confused, then,” she said when I finished speaking. “How can this be right?” She held up The Paleo Chocolate Lovers’ Cookbook: 80 Gluten-Free Treats for Breakfast and Dessert. The woman’s forehead and eyes were pinched with concern. “I thought you said sweets were out.”

  I smiled, having wondered the same thing. With a little research, I’d made sense of the notion. “None of the recipes include gluten, grain, or dairy. The author, a popular cooking blogger, has created many of the recipes using coconut or ground nuts. With the help of the herbal sweetener stevia, she shows you how to keep the honey and coconut sugar—her preferred sugars—to a minimum.”

  “Ooh, I get it.”

  “By the way,” I added, “I’ve heard the chocolate pie with raw graham cracker crust is to die for.”

  Bailey tore into the shop and skidded on her wedged heels, almost taking down our customers and me. “Sorry.”

  “Excuse me,” I said to the ladies. Juggling my pile of books, I scooted Bailey around a stand of bookshelves and whispered, “What’s gotten into you?”

  “I did it.”

  “Did what?”

  Bailey fluffed her fringed hair and batted her baby blues. “As head of the Chocolate Cookbook Club, I declared we are going to celebrate the entire month of February by purchasing a new chocolate-themed cookbook each week.” The book club meets on the first Thursday of every month. “I’ve contacted all thirty members, and everybody is on board. Do the math. Ka-ching!” She mimed opening a cash register then grabbed me by the shoulders, her hands barely able to reach me because of the books I held. I forced myself not to laugh. She was, after all, at a disadvantage being shorter than I was by almost a foot. At five foot eight, I stood taller than most women I knew.

  Bailey shimmied me. “C’mon, girlfriend, do a happy dance with me.”

  My hair bounced around my shoulders. My tower of books teetered. “Cut it out.”

  “Not until you dance.”

  I shuffled my feet. “Look, Ma. I’m dancing.”

  “You call that dancing?”

  “Let me go.”

  Bailey giggled but obeyed. “Get this, I talked them into buying Coco’s latest cookbook first. Sweet Sensations: All Things Chocolate, from the Delicious to the Fantabulous.”

  Coco Chastain was one of Bailey’s and my good friends. We had known her since high school, although at the time we didn’t hang out. Bailey was in the popular girl group; I floated between the studious and theater group; Coco was part of the art crowd. Now, she was a local chocolatier who owned Sweet Sensations, a delectable candy store. I couldn’t walk by the place without stopping to inhale. Coco, a lusty woman with a curvaceous figure, had been engaged once, but her fiancé left her for a younger, skinnier woman. Boring, as Coco would say. I glanced over my shoulder at my customers. They didn’t seem to mind that Bailey was distracting me.

  “Go on,” I said.

  “I asked Coco to speak to the group,” Bailey said. “She jumped at the chance. She even offered to invite Alison.”

  Alison Foodie, a successful independent publisher in San Francisco who specialized in cookbooks and related nonfiction, was Coco’s publisher. We carried a few of Foodie Publishing’s titles on our shelves. Foodie was Alison’s real surname, Scottish in origin, and not a fictitious name for her business. She originated from Crystal Cove, too. In fact, her family lineage, which was colorful to say the least, dated back to the first settlers. However, up u
ntil a couple of years ago, I had never met her. Neither had Coco. Alison was a few years older than we were. Bailey had brought us all together. Bailey and Alison met at a businesswomen’s retreat. When they realized they came from the same town, they became fast friends. Small world.

  I said, “Alison will deign to come down from San Francisco?”

  “Stop it.” Bailey swatted the air. “You know she’s not a snob.”

  Actually, Alison had a wicked sense of humor. She was incredibly smart.

  “She doesn’t come back to town often because she’s super busy,” Bailey went on. “She does visit occasionally to check in on her mother.”

  “That’s sweet,” I said, though I had to wonder. Alison’s younger brother lived with their mother. Didn’t Alison trust him to tend to her?

  “Coco said Alison will give the club the inside scoop on the publishing world. Isn’t that cool?” Bailey clapped her hands.

  “Super cool. Maybe she’ll give me an insight to the next best thing in the cookbook world.”

  A swish of fur swiped my ankles. I sidestepped and peered at Tigger, my silly kitten. At least I think he was still considered a kitten. He’d wandered into the shop—and into my life—a few months ago. At the time, I’d pegged him at two months old. I had him neutered in November. Ouch, but necessary. As a result, he hadn’t ever sprayed my cottage, and he had retained his kittenish playfulness.

  I set the books on a nearby table, scooped him into my arms, and scruffed him under the chin. “What’s up, Tig-Tig?” I’d dubbed him Tigger because, like the Disney character that pounced and trounced, Tigger had done twirls and other fun gyrations that first day to win my heart. “Did silly old Bailey and her loud voice wake you up from your nap?”

  Invariably, when we arrived at the shop, Tigger moseyed into his spot beneath the children’s table for a lengthy snooze.

  Tigger meowed.

  “I am not loud,” Bailey said.

  He yowled again, disagreeing with her.