Wicked Whoopie PiesMURDER IN THE MIX 33
Addison Moore
Contents
Book Description
1. Lottie
2. Lottie
3. Lottie
4. Lottie
5. Everett
6. Noah
7. Lottie
8. Noah
9. Everett
10. Lottie
11. Lottie
12. Lottie
13. Noah
14. Everett
15. Lottie
16. Lottie
17. Noah
18. Everett
19. Lottie
20. Lottie
21. Noah
22. Everett
23. Lottie
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright © 2021 by Addison Moore
Edited by Paige Maroney Smith
Cover by Lou Harper, Cover Affairs
This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to peoples either living or deceased is purely coincidental. Names, places, and characters are figments of the author’s imagination. The author holds all rights to this work. It is illegal to reproduce this novel without written expressed consent from the author herself.
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Book Description
My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so I rarely see dead people. Mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety, aka dead pets, who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom.
A dispute at the local church leaves someone in need of their last rites, and Lottie is caught in the middle.
The mystery woman stalking Honey Hollow has been revealed, and Lottie suspects something wicked lies beneath the surface of that familiar face of hers.
Lottie Lemon has a brand new bakery to tend to, a budding romance with perhaps one too many suitors, and she has the supernatural ability to see the dead—which are always harbingers for ominous things to come. Throw in the occasional ghost of the human variety, a string of murders, and her insatiable thirst for justice, and you’ll have more chaos than you know what to do with.
Living in the small town of Honey Hollow can be murder.
Lottie
My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so rarely do I see dead people. Mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom. But right now the only thing I’m seeing is the entire congregation of Honey Hollow Covenant Church.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and Everett, Noah, and I are standing up front just a few feet from the pulpit as I hold our two-month-old baby girl in my arms. It’s the beginning of May, the warm air from outside has seeped into the sanctuary, and the scent of new carpet from the latest renovation mingles with the copious amount of perfume in the room and lights up our senses.
“Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” Pastor Dave gives Lyla Nell’s hand a little wiggle. “Let’s welcome Lottie Lemon and her family with a warm applause as we close the service today with a special baby dedication.”
The room ignites with an enthusiastic applause, but from what I can see as I squint into the murky-looking crowd, is that the most enthusiastic among us are women under the age of thirty. It doesn’t surprise me. They’re the same women who have been ogling the hot, single pastor for the better part of an hour. And as positive as I am that some of that enthusiasm has to do with the heart-stoppingly handsome men standing on either side of me like bookends, I’ve watched as the female masses have openly drooled for Pastor Dave since the moment he arrived at our cozy little congregation.
Pastor Dave is relatively new in town, seeing that he’s only been here for about nine months, but his newness is usurped by a fact the women of this town find much more interesting—he’s single. And believe me, that little ringless detail hasn’t gone unnoticed by the unattached women of Honey Hollow—maybe all of Vermont.
Pastor Dave had been preaching many wonderful sermons right up until three months ago when he stopped rather abruptly, and it’s been Pastor Cleary from there on out. So it was a bit of a treat to see Pastor Dave standing at the pulpit today.
About a year ago, our head pastor stepped down and our congregation has been trying to winnow out a new one ever since. But with Junior Pastor Cleary at the helm, along with Junior Pastor Dave, the church has never seemed more content—that is, until it became clear we needed to make a decision between the two. Evidently, they can’t both be senior pastor.
Lyla Nell coos up at Pastor Dave as if she were fascinated by his sharp features, his thick dark hair that sits over his head like a cap, and his dark eyes. She laughs and points up at him and the crowd melts just watching her.
I glance out at the congregation, and despite the heavy floodlights pointed at us, I can see that just about everyone I know is here. I spot my mother, along with my bio mother, Carlotta, and all of my sisters, both the two I grew up with and the two I only discovered a few years back. I see Evie sitting with her friends.
Evie is Everett’s sixteen-year-old daughter whom I’ve adopted as my own. Everett’s mother and sister are present and accounted for. Noah’s brother is here, too, and not too far from him are Noah’s absolutely insane parents—Suze and Wiley. They’ve been divorced for eons, and my own mother, Miranda Lemon, is now dating Wiley. A misfortune all on its own. The man is trouble. He was once actually married to Everett’s poor mother for five hot minutes before he bilked her for all she was worth then faked his own
