What’s a day in my life look like? Well, I’d like to say my life is full of excitement and adventures, but that would be a lie. My somewhat boring and predictable day begins earlier than it does for the majority of folks. The peak time for Americans to wake up is between 6 and 6:30 a.m. Twenty-three percent wake during this time and another twenty-six percent get up a half hour later. Not me. Nope. I’m awake more than an hour before sunrise six days a week. Seeing as the earliest sunrise in my city is 5:18 a.m., that’s saying a lot. Luckily, I live right above my work place. When my alarm blared at 3:30 this morning, I literally rolled out of bed and quickly brushed my teeth before stumbling downstairs to Callie’s Cakes, the bakery I own.
At four this morning, you would have found me sitting behind my desk at the bakery reading Herta Müller because, in addition to owning a cupcake bakery, I also teach German literature at the local university. Like over 46 percent of residents in this region, I too claim German ancestry. I fell in love with the German language at a young age. Many people think German sounds like yelling, but I love the strict and somewhat complicated grammatical rules. Okay, the grammar is really complicated. I love complicated stuff. Some may even say I’m a nerd who loves to sprout trivia at the most inopportune times. I say facts can never be trivial.
My best friend, Anna, is the baker extraordinaire of Callie’s Cakes. While Anna was slaving away baking cupcakes and other sugary goodness for the bakery guests this morning, I hid in in my office reading essays from students on why Herta Müller was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature. I swear some of my students don’t even know what the Nobel Prize in Literature is! This is just an ordinary day in the bakery as I normally leave most of the baking to Anna for which she is eternally grateful. She has taught me the basics just in case she needs to run off and chase clues in some murder investigation. Oops! Forget I said that, I’m getting ahead of myself.
After two hours of hiding in my office, part one of my two absolutely, totally, and completely favorite times of the day occurred. You see there’s this really hot detective, we even call him Detective Hottie, who’s been asking me out. He came into the bakery this morning and I nearly swooned when he winked at me and called me beautiful. It’s totally not true, but it’s not like I’m going to correct that absolutely scrumptious man. He normally returns in the afternoons as well to walk me home. Insert eye roll here. It’s a bit ridiculous that he wants to walk me home for my own safety considering I live above the bakery, but I don’t protest too much. If I did, he might actually stop coming by most afternoons. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?
I have to admit that my blissfully uncomplicated life has been undergoing changes recently. Waking up early to do bakery tasks and spending the rest of my time prepping for and teaching my classes is no longer my run of the mill day. By the way do you that ‘run of the mill’ originates . . . um. . . never mind. Sorry, I do tend to get carried away with ‘facts’.
Anyway, things have gotten a bit complicated lately. For reasons only Anna understand, she has turned up the heat on getting me to go out with Detective Hottie. She’s even forced me to take a pole dancing class. That’s when things started to get out of control. You see, our pole dancing instructor and I didn’t get along. We may have had semi-shouting matches a few times. That’s all well and good, although not very professional. The problem is. She ended up dead. Not just dead – murdered. Apparently by one of the cupcakes from Callie’s Cakes. And now the police think I did it. Uh oh.
The university is using my legal troubles as an excuse to try and fire me. Now I’ve got just a few weeks to try and prove my innocence or lose the job for which I spent half of my life studying. And it looks like the only way I can prove I’m not a murderer is to find the real killer. Anna and I have absolutely no idea what we’re doing. We aren’t investigators. Not. Even. Close. We’re not letting that stop us, though. Actually, Anna’s not letting anything stop her. And okay, I may be getting a bit excited by the puzzle that is a murder investigation.
So now instead of spending my days reading German literature, I’m learning to chase clues. I just hope I don’t have to get near another dancing pole. Interviewing for a job as a stripper may be my hard limit. Then again, I do only have two weeks to catch a killer.
Never Trust a Skinny Cupcake Baker is the first book in the NEW “Death by Cupcake” mystery series, published in April 2016
A mystery with a heap of laughs, a generous portion of romance, and just a smidgeon of suspense.
Callie’s life is rather awesome. She owns a successful bakery and teaches German literature at the local university. There’s just one tiny problem. She has no self-confidence when it comes to her body. And then there’s the little matter of her being accused of murdering her pole dancing instructor. There’s no way Callie’s going to risk losing her teaching position and thus she embarks, with her best baker bud Anna, on a journey to discover the real killer. Between stripper auditions and a detective who insists Callie is the woman of his dreams, it’s a roller coaster adventure. Cupcakes not included.
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About the author
I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage every once in a while to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear.
A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. Another job change, this time from lawyer to B&B owner and I was again fed up and ready to scream I quit, which is incredibly difficult when you own the business. Thus, I shut the B&B during the week and in the off-season and started writing. Several books later I find myself in Istanbul writing full-time.
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