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Zusatztext Praise for Mousse and Murder “Elizabeth Logan brings together an irresistible menu of good food, a small-town setting in the wilds of Alaska, and—of course—murder. Charlie’s efforts to revamp her parents’ diner put her in a precarious position, much to the delight of readers. Grab a bear claw, pour yourself a cup of coffee, and settle down for a fun read!”—Marty Wingate, USA Today bestselling author of The Bodies in the Library and the Potting Shed Mystery series “Elizabeth Logan has penned a charming cozy mystery with Mousse and Murder . Readers will want to visit the Bear Claw Diner in Alaska and feast on the delicious fare while puzzling over the mystery to be solved. It was a real treat!” —Dorothy St. James, Author of The Broken Spine and the Southern Chocolate Shop Mystery series “Pack your parka and belly up to the lunch counter at the Bear Claw Diner where the coffee is hot, the corpse is cold, and intrepid and lovable sleuth Charlotte Cooke and a cast of colorful characters track down a killer with a heart as cold as the Alaskan spring. Come for the bear claws, stay for the mystery!”—Kylie Logan, National bestselling author "A new charming cozy series...an adorable cat and a close-knit town help round out the book, but what really stands out is the uniqueness of the Alaskan setting."--Fresh Fiction Informationen zum Autor Elizabeth Logan Klappentext Charlie Cook must investigate the disappearance of a local farmer, known for growing giant cabbages, in this charming and enthralling new entry in the Alaskan Diner Mysteries. The newest installment in the Alaskan Diner Mysteries series from Elizabeth Logan. Leseprobe One My BFF, Annie Jensen, and I seized the moment, relaxing on the patio of her inn with fruity summer drinks. One of those long, hot August days in Elkview, Alaska, was before us. We were reveling in the six a.m. sunlight that would persist for nearly twenty hours-and even better, sharing stories about our cats. Benny, an orange tabby, was the hero of my stories. I imagined him curled up on the top level of his plush cat condo in my home, a short drive away. Yulie was Annie's main character, a flame-point Siamese, now perched in front of a window, apparently eyeing us from inside the air-conditioned comfort of the inn's lobby. More likely, though, he was eyeing the red squirrel just out of reach on a tree branch close to the grand main building of the inn Annie's family had left her. Annie and I had just waved goodbye to the tail end of two blue and gold "See Alaska" tour buses. Theirs was an ambitious tour, starting in Anchorage and making its way through Elkview and north to Fairbanks to see the northern lights. If the rest of the trip went well, the timing would be just right for the tourists to enjoy a view of the amazing green sweep of the aurora borealis. Our waves and smiles had been accompanied by big sighs of relief as the two twenty-four-passenger buses pulled out of the inn's driveway. The lively and generous passengers had added significantly to the coffers of Annie's Inn and my Bear Claw Diner, but the work had taken its toll on us and our respective staffs. I was lucky that many of my staff had been hired by the diner's previous owner, my mom, Evelyn Cooke, who'd passed both the diner and her precious cat on to me. "It's great that our little town of Elkview is a stop on so many tours," Annie said. "My cabins have been pretty much at capacity all summer. Thanks for making the Bear Claw the perfect dining spot." I nodded, indicating how pleased I was that my diner was the go-to place for meals for Annie's tourists. "I agree. It's been a boon to be on the tour schedule. But it's also great that we have a break before the next buses," I added. ...
