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Informationen zum Autor Joyce Tremel Klappentext An all-new mystery series set in a Pittsburgh craft brew pub! featuring a brewmaster with a head for sleuthing. Recipes included! The Allegheny Brew House is a dream come true for Maxine "Max" O'Hara! who went all the way to Germany for her brewmaster certification! and is now preparing to open her own craft brew pub in a newly revitalized section of Pittsburgh. But before she can start pouring stouts and lagers to thirsty throngs! there's trouble on tap. Suspicious acts of sabotage culminate in Max finding her assistant brewmaster and chef Kurt Schmidt strangled in one of the vats. Between rescuing a stray gray tabby she names Hops and considering a handsome ex-hockey player as her new chef! Max doesn't have a lot of time to solve a murder. But with a homicide detective for a dad! she comes to criminal investigation naturally. And if someone is desperate enough to kill to stop her from opening! Max needs to act fast-before her brand-new brew biz totally tanks... Leseprobe ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Praise for To Brew or Not to Brew Title Page Copyright Dedication Acknowledgments Note to the Reader CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Recipes Special Excerpt from Tangled Up in Brew NOTE TO THE READER CHAPTER ONE If looks could kill, the plumbing inspector giving me the bad news would have been in big trouble. “What do you mean there’s a crack in the water line?” I said. “That’s just not possible.” “Right here.” He pointed. “You’re going to have to replace this whole piece.” Sure enough, there was a one-inch gash in the line running to the brand-new stainless steel brew kettle, which we’d just installed a few days ago. I was hoping to brew a batch of pale ale tomorrow, but that was now out of the question. The inspector brought me back down to earth. “You’ll have to schedule another inspection after you get this taken care of.” This should have been the final plumbing inspection. The brew kettle we’d been using had been a hand-me-down from a local brewery that had upgraded their equipment. I hadn’t planned on a new brewing tank for another year, but this one had come up at a price I couldn’t pass up. Everything else, from the kitchen to the restrooms to the tanks we’d installed previously, had all passed weeks ago. I couldn’t afford a delay right now. The opening of my brewpub—the Allegheny Brew House—was only a month away. “When I call to schedule it, how long will I have to wait until you come out?” He shrugged. “I’ll try to get out the same day, but it really depends on how busy I am.” That eased my mind a little bit—provided I could get the plumber in tomorrow to fix it. The inspector passed a clipboard to me. “I need your signature that you acknowledge that you didn’t pass.” I signed where he indicated. He studied my John Hancock. “You don’t look like a Max.” I’d heard that so many times, I’d lost count. I couldn’t help it that I was born the only girl in my family. I had five older brothers and my parents assumed they’d have another boy when I surprised them twenty-nine years ago. My brothers all had normal first names—Sean, Patrick, Joseph, James, and Michael. I had no idea why they decided Maximilian would be a good nam...
