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Josi S. Kilpack
“Didn’t I tell you you’d never be free of me?”
When Sadie Hoffmiller receives a threatening, anonymous text message just days before her wedding, she’s determined not to let it interfere with the celebration she has carefully planned for months. But when the threat changes from a distant fear to a frightening reality, Sadie realizes just how much she’s underestimated the situation. Desperate to put an end to the game she’s been forced to play, Sadie, her fiancé Pete, and her children pull out all the stops—resolved to stop running and see justice done.
What they don’t know, however, is just how far Sadie’s nemesis is willing to go and just how many people may be hurt in the process. There’s no turning back for anyone in this riveting conclusion to the twelve-volume series, and the question becomes whether or not Sadie will have a future left when the game finally comes to an end.
Includes ten new mouthwatering recipes, tested and approved by the official bakers of Sadie’s Virtual Test Kitchen.
Josi’s culinary mysteries have become favorites on GoodReads and other book networking sites.
Reader’s guide available online.
Praise for the Sadie Hoffmiller Culinary Mysteries
- Fortune Cookie: “The mystery’s personal this time as Sadie confronts painful memories and makes a surprising discovery in her quest for answers. A story chock-full of humor and tenderness-and of course plenty of yummy food. Sadie Hoffmiller is the real San Francisco treat!”-Jennifer Moore, Author of Becoming Lady Lockwood
- Tres Leches Cupcakes: “Kilpack is a capable writer whose works have grown and taken on a life of their own. Tres Leches Cupcakes is an amusing and captivating addition to her creative compilations.”-Mike Whitmer, Deseret News
Excerpt:
Dead birds were the antithesis of a wedding day, which should be all about hope and goodness. That’s why Sadie was making tiny tulle bags of birdseed for her wedding guests to throw instead of rice. She’d heard that rice could distend a bird’s stomach, resulting in death if they ate too much, and though she’d never read scientific proof of such a thing, she didn’t want to take the chance.
Two days, she thought as she finished tying a gossamer bow on one of the favors. Two days and I will be Mrs. Peter Cunningham.
