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    Food Festival and a Funeral: A Pink Cupcake Mystery, #3
    Food Festival and a Funeral: A Pink Cupcake Mystery, #3
    Food Festival and a Funeral: A Pink Cupcake Mystery, #3
    Ebook140 pages2 hoursA Pink Cupcake Mystery

    Food Festival and a Funeral: A Pink Cupcake Mystery, #3

    By Harper Lin

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    A new divorcée starts selling her delicious cupcakes from a pink food truck, to the chagrin of her ex-husband. Can she be a single mom, run a thriving business, and solve strange murders in the quirky town of Gary, Oregon? Each book includes cupcake recipes! From 3x USA TODAY Bestselling Author Harper Lin.

     

    When Amelia gets her pink cupcake truck a spot at the town's popular food festival, she puts herself in the middle of another murder investigation.

    The mayor is poisoned after trying some of the food for the cameras, and the creepy hotdog vendor next to Amelia's truck is Detective Dan's main suspect.

    However, a lot of people want the mayor dead—his jilted ex-wife, his staff, the corrupt businessmen, townspeople he's screwed over... How is Amelia supposed to get to figure out the real killer AND keep her cupcake business afloat? Find out in the 3rd book in the Pink Cupcake Mysteries!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarper Lin Books
    Release dateDec 4, 2016
    ISBN9781540118813
    Food Festival and a Funeral: A Pink Cupcake Mystery, #3
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      Jan 28, 2025

      Loved it! I'm so glad she got together with the detective. Thank you for an enjoyable read.

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    Food Festival and a Funeral - Harper Lin

    CHAPTER ONE

    How does this look? Amelia asked, turning her computer screen toward her seventeen-year-old son, Adam.

    "Baker’s Dozen. One makes all the difference, Adam read aloud. That actually sounds kind of good, Mom."

    Amelia twisted her lips exaggeratingly.

    Kind of good? I wouldn’t say it’s Hemingway, but it’s certainly better than that Brown guy and all his drivel.

    Who? Adam asked, looking up from his math book.

    No, please don’t tell me you don’t know who Hemingway is. I’ll go in the garage right this minute, start the engine, and sit in the car with the door shut if you tell me you don’t…

    "I know who Hemingway is. Farewell to Arms. For Whom the Bell Tolls. Who is the other guy?"

    Amelia pretended to wipe sweat from her forehead.

    Brown? He’s nobody. Best you don’t waste your time just to find out I was right, as I usually am.

    She reached over her laptop and grabbed her coffee mug that proclaimed she was the World’s Greatest Mom. Loudly, she sipped her hot tea.

    Whatever you say, Mom.

    But it looks good, right? She tapped the computer screen.

    Yeah. Adam grinned as he nodded. I’ll read it when I’m done with my homework.

    You know, I wouldn’t have ever dreamed in a million years that in addition to The Pink Cupcake I’d be updating my own social media outlets. See? Social media outlets? Don’t I sound like I know what I’m doing?

    "You sound like you do," Adam said teasingly.

    Well, what I really mean to say is I couldn’t have done it without you. Amelia set her mug down, reached over, and stroked her son’s thick black hair. I’m really proud of you, Adam. You’ve helped to make The Cupcake a success just as much as the cupcakes themselves have.

    It’s no big deal, Mom. Adam shrugged, his cheeks getting red.

    What’s no big deal? Just then, Amelia’s daughter, Meg, came bopping down the stairs from her room and into the kitchen.

    That Mom finally admitted you are adopted and I’m her favorite, Adam said to pester his sister. Meg rolled her eyes as she made her way to the refrigerator and yanked the door open.

    Hey, Mom. Did you know that there is a female cage fighter named Penelope ‘Cupcake’ Tate?

    And why are you telling me about female cage fighters? Amelia looked at her daughter as if she were suddenly growing a second nose on her forehead. Please don’t tell me it’s a possible career choice.

    No, Meg said as she pulled out two bottles of water and shut the fridge door. Katherine was telling me about her. She watches cage fighting with her brothers. We thought it might be a good idea to get her to endorse your cupcakes. Get it? ‘Cupcake’ Tate loves The Pink Cupcake. Cute, right?

    Adorable. Except sports endorsements cost a lot of money. I think we’ll have to wait a little while longer before we are big enough for that. Amelia smiled.

    Meg shrugged again and went back upstairs, where she and her best friend, Katherine, were creating the marketing strategy for The Pink Cupcake in between diagraming sentences for English and finding out the value of X in algebra.

    Should I be worried Katherine is watching cage fighting and telling Meg about it? Amelia looked at Adam.

    Naw. Adam shook his head, pulling his lips down in the corners.

    Amelia finished typing a few more lines then, following the steps Adam had carefully written out for her, saved her new blog entry and with a couple clicks updated her website, Twitter, Facebook, and a few other outlets with her latest commentary on the beauty of baking.

    She watched as her son quickly scribbled down equation after equation until finally he sat back, folded up his homework, stuck it in between the pages of his book, and slammed it shut.

    Done. He sighed, stretching his arms over his head. I’ll have your Gary-Fest feature up on the website by tomorrow.

    Right. Amelia exhaled, looking up at the ceiling. I almost forgot about that. She let out a long, tired sigh.

    Aren’t you looking forward to it? Adam asked in surprise.

    I think the event itself will be good. But the city is making us pay double for the weekend just to be in the space we are in three hundred sixty-five days out of the year. Amelia huffed. And if we wanted to settle in one of those prime pieces of real estate by the pond just for that weekend, my gosh, it’s like handing over a down payment on a house. There’s no way we could afford it.

    That’s not fair, Adam replied.

    No, it isn’t. It’s politics.

    So what are we going to do?

    I took the money from your college funds so I could keep The Pink Cupcake in her regular spot.

    I have a college fund?

    Not anymore, Amelia teased as she stood from the table, took her cup to the sink, and rinsed it out.

    It was aggravating as Amelia thought about the small fortune she’d had to hand over to the city just to participate in an event they thought up. They didn’t operate the food trucks. They hadn’t sunk their savings into a micro-business, losing sleep six out of seven nights a week figuring out how to stretch a dollar. But they sure did see a chance to make a few bucks off the people who did.

    Choking down her disgust at her city’s ground-level politics, she turned back to Adam.

    You plan on working? I think your sister and Katherine plan on helping out for a couple hours, passing out flyers and samples. It’s all very glamorous.

    Sure. I’ll take some pictures for you. Update your web pages. All that stuff. Adam cleared his throat. Amy might come with, if that’s okay.

    Amy Leonard was the only girl Adam ever talked about. She was a neighbor, and even though the two teens tried to act casual and cool, it was obvious to anyone with eyes they liked each other.

    They were cut from the same cloth. Amy skateboarded and wore weird T-shirts with words like SPOON or CLUNK on them that made sense to other people who were in the geek-realm but were incomprehensible to the rest of the world. Amelia had learned from Adam that Amy’s parents had been together since high school.

    Some people were lucky in love, was all Amelia could think. Every once in a while she might hear a loud discussion coming from their house. Other times she’d hear loud laughter. The Leonards seemed normal. Amelia was glad for that. The last thing she wanted was Adam’s life taking a left turn in order to fill a hole left by divorce.

    Of course she can come. Tell her parents to come too. They can have cupcakes on the house.

    Great, Adam mumbled, trying to hide his smile. Letting out a deep breath, he scooped up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder while pushing himself up from the kitchen table.

    Leaving so soon? Amelia pretended to look disappointed. She knew Adam was heading to his bedroom in the basement to text Amy about the upcoming Gary-Fest event. It was all so exciting.

    Is it really true that you had to dip into your savings to pay for your regular spot at the food fest? Adam asked while hanging in the doorframe.

    Amelia felt a twinge of guilt for telling him. The kids were good about money. They never asked for anything out of the ordinary when they easily could have. The life they’d all enjoyed while Amelia and her ex-husband, John, were still together had offered a lot more material stability. Designer shoes, the latest gadgets, dinners out almost every other night. Of course, John was having dinner with Jennifer now, his twenty-something girlfriend that he’d left Amelia for. Come to think about it, the meals weren’t that great.

    But now it was different. In her house, coupons were cut, pennies were pinched, and the threat of the car breaking down or the refrigerator crapping out would mean noodles with butter for dinner for a week.

    It isn’t all that bad, Amelia lied. We had it in savings. I just hate to part with it. She winked at Adam, who nodded.

    Well, he said, if you ever need it, I’ve got money I’ve been saving. It’s just a couple hundred dollars. I was saving for a car, maybe, or a trip to Las Vegas or something.

    Amelia felt the sting of tears in her eyes, but after the divorce, she had made a promise to herself that she’d cried enough. Biting her tongue, she smiled at her son, who became more and more of a man every day.

    And a trip to Las Vegas is such a wise decision for a seventeen-year-old boy. Thank you, Adam. But no thanks. We’re good. She tilted her head to the left as Adam gave her a nod and went down the stairs, pulling the door closed behind him.

    Amelia quickly turned to the faucet, filled her mug with water, and took a big gulp. It helped push the tears back and just in time. She heard Meg and Katherine giggling and chatting as they made their way down the stairs toward the kitchen.

    Hi, Mrs. Harley. Katherine waved as the two girls took a seat at the kitchen table. Did you hear about that killing in Florida?

    CHAPTER TWO

    Amelia gave Katherine a puzzled look while slowly shaking her head back and forth.

    Someone kidnapped some guy, and they found him stuffed in a suitcase, but the weird part…

    "There’s a weird part?" Amelia interrupted her, looking at her daughter then back to Katherine.

    Yeah. Katherine nodded enthusiastically. His feet were nowhere to be found. Why would anyone keep someone’s feet? Hands I could see because, well, fingerprints and maybe even the head, but…

    "Katherine, honey,

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