Scone Cold Dead by Karen MacInerney is the ninth book of the Gray Whale Inn cozy mystery series set on (fictitious) Cranberry Island, Maine. Natalie Barnes is living her dream - owner/operator of a B&B on delightful Cranberry Island in Maine, married to a hunky husband she adores, free to create and experiment with delicious recipes to serve her guests and enter in contests, best friends with Charlene, Postmistress on the island, her source of all the latest news and gossip. But...when a guest at her B&B is murdered, and her niece's husband is a suspect, Natalie must go into sleuth mode with her best friend. They have personal relationships with everyone on the island, so they can ferret out secrets far better than law enforcement can. Even though Natalie's hunky husband IS law enforcement...
Entertaining cozy mystery with interesting side plots of secondary character's struggles and accomplishments. Recommend read the series in order to get the full benefit of the relationships of island residents as they have evolved.
Recipes: Apple Puff Pancake with Cinnamon Butter Maple Syrup, Cranberry Island Crabmeat Quiche, Chocolate Cherry Hazelnut Scones, Lemon Blueberry Sunburst Scones, Maple Walnut Scones.
"What kind of scones?" "I'm planning to make cherry, dark chocolate, and toasted hazelnut this afternoon." "Three kinds of scones, or all of that in one scone?" "All in one."
Scrubbing females meant that instead of marking egg-bearing females, who carry their eggs on their bellies, with a V-notch and returning them to the water, he was dipping them in bleach and removing their eggs. And "short" lobsters were ones that hadn't yet reached a size where they could be sold legally. Maine lobstermen took conservation of the species seriously; both of these infractions were a very big deal.
"Of all the lobster boats on all the islands..."
Charlene was restocking the chicken broth from a box, and was the most put-together stock clerk I'd ever seen. Today, she wore charcoal eyeliner that matched her sparkly gray V-neck and flared jeans that hugged her curvy form. I could see why my cousin - and most of the men on the island - were smitten.
"It was all pretty horrible. Talk about a snowplow parent."