An Eggnog to Die For by Amy Pershing (English) Paperback Book

Description: An Eggnog to Die For by Amy Pershing When she stumbles over the lifeless body of the towns Santa Claus, professional foodie Samantha Barnes finds her plans for Christmas Eve getting complicated as she contends with her guests while trying to nab a killer. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Christmas is coming to Cape Cod, but when Sam Barnes finds a very dead Santa in a very hip restaurant, its up to her to sift out suspects who have been naughty vs. nice....Christmas is coming to Cape Cod, but when Sam Barnes findsa very dead Santa in a very hip restaurant,its up to her to sift out suspects who have been naughty vs. nice....Professional foodie Samantha Barnes has a simple Christmas list-a quiet holiday at home with her dog and a certain handsome harbor master; no embarrassing viral videos; and no finding dead bodies. Unfortunately shes got family visiting, shes spending a lot of time in front of the camera,andshes just stumbled over the lifeless body of the towns Santa Claus.Plus, Sams plans for Christmas Eve are getting complicated.Theres the great eggnog debate among her very opinionated guests.Theres the "all edible" Christmas tree to decorate.And theres her Feast of the Five Fishes prepare. Nonetheless, Sam finds herself once again in the role of sleuth. She needs to find out who slayed this Santa-but can she pull off a perfect feastandnab a killer? Author Biography Amy Pershing, who spent every summer of her childhood on Cape Cod, was an editor, a restaurant reviewer and a journalist before sitting down to write the Cape Cod Foodie Mystery series, including A Side of Murder -- which Elizabeth Gilbert called "the freshest, funniest mystery I have ever read" -- and An Eggnog to Die For -- which Kirkus Reviews gave a starred review, saying, "A delightful sleuth, a complex mystery, and lovingly described cuisine- a winner for both foodies and mystery mavens." The third book in the series, Murder Is No Picnic, will be published in the summer of 2022. Review Praise for the Cape Cod Foodie Mysteries "This is one of the freshest, funniest murder mysteries Ive ever read. I fell absolutely in love with Samantha Barnes — the brave, sarcastic,crime-solving, relatable heroine weve all been waiting for. A SIDE OF MURDER is a rich, satisfying meal that delights from beginning to end, and Amy Pershing is wonderful and clever author."—Elizabeth Gilbert, New York Times bestselling author of City of Girls and Eat, Pray, Love "A delicious mystery lovingly set in Cape Cod featuring a cast of charming characters. Amy Pershing writes with a fresh fun voice that will delight cozy fans. Chef turned restaurant critic, Samantha Barnes, proves a clever sleuth whose helpful cooking tips will be a big hit with culinary readers."—Krista Davis, New York Times bestselling author of The Dog Who Knew Too Much "An exquisite Cape Cod setting, a shamed but resilient chef, murderous secrets, and a long-buried but still steaming romance...Amy Pershings debut mystery will leave you longing for a seaside vacation, complete with fried clams and the next book in her charming series."-- Lucy Burdette, national bestselling author of The Key Lime Crime"A delightful sleuth, a complex mystery, and lovingly described cuisine: a winner for both foodies and mystery mavens."--Kirkus Reviews (starred review) Review Quote Praise for A Side of Murder "This is one of the freshest, funniest murder mysteries Ive ever read. I fell absolutely in love with Samantha Barnes -- the brave, sarcastic,crime-solving, relatable heroine weve all been waiting for. A SIDE OF MURDER is a rich, satisfying meal that delights from beginning to end, and Amy Pershing is wonderful and clever author."--Elizabeth Gilbert, New York Times bestselling author of City of Girls and Eat, Pray, Love "A delicious mystery lovingly set in Cape Cod featuring a cast of charming characters. Amy Pershing writes with a fresh fun voice that will delight cozy fans. Chef turned restaurant critic, Samantha Barnes, proves a clever sleuth whose helpful cooking tips will be a big hit with culinary readers."--Krista Davis, New York Times bestselling author of The Dog Who Knew Too Much "An exquisite Cape Cod setting, a shamed but resilient chef, murderous secrets, and a long-buried but still steaming romance...Amy Pershings debut mystery will leave you longing for a seaside vacation, complete with fried clams and the next book in her charming series."-- Lucy Burdette, national bestselling author of The Key Lime Crime Excerpt from Book one "They want to call it Santas Seashore Selebration," Jenny said, spearing a succulent morsel of lamb tagine from my plate and plopping it into her mouth. "Mmmm, yummy," she said, reaching over again. I smacked her hand away. "Keep your mitts off my tagine," I said. "Youve already eaten your own entire"- I glanced at the menu again-"Marhaba Meat Extravaganza." This was true. Jenny had polished off a generous sampling of the barbequed kufta meatballs, a lamb and beef gyro, and three grilled baby lamb chops. Which hadnt surprised me. Jenny Snow Singleton, whom Id known since we were Minnows together in swimming lessons, is a confirmed meat eater. She was loving the Marhaba, a tiny Middle Eastern restaurant with a menu designed to please everyone from the dedicated omnivore to the most devoted vegetarian. "Thats not fair, Sam," Jenny protested loudly. "You had some of everything on my plate." "Im supposed to have some of everything on your plate," I said, lowering my voice to just above a whisper. "Im the restaurant reviewer." For the past six months or so, Id been critiquing restaurants for the Cape Cod Clarion. Not that I did much actual critiquing. If I tried a place and it was truly not very good, I simply didnt review it. I wanted no part of trashing someone elses dream. But if a place had promise, was doing its business honestly and with passion, I was happy to tell the world (or at least our little corner of Cape Cod) about it. Truth be told, I wasnt sure how much longer Id be able to get away with this gig. A large part of reviewing restaurants depends on the anonymity essential to an honest review. Anonymity, however, has never been my strong suit. First of all, I stand well over six feet tall, so Im kind of hard to miss. Second, I have an awkward history of going viral online. Through no fault of my own, I might add. Was it my fault that someone posted online a very unfortunate video theyd taken with their cell phone of me, Samantha Barnes, up-and-coming New York chef, mixing it up with my rather volatile chef husband in a kind of chefs fencing match? (Which I won, I might add. My knife skills were always better than his. Which is why he is now missing the tip of his pinky finger.) Once that video hit YouTube, I almost instantaneously became Samantha Barnes, ex-chef. So when I found Id inherited my Aunt Idas house on the Cape, I reluctantly retreated home to Fair Harbor, where my old friend and now publisher of the Clarion, Krista Baker, gave me a job writing restaurant reviews. And, much against my better judgment, I had allowed Krista to talk me into a series of video food features for the Clarions online edition, starring yours truly as "the Cape Cod Foodie." The good news is that theyve been something of a hit. The bad news is that theyve been something of a hit. So, though I still wasnt sure what I wanted to be when I grew up, I was making ends meet as the Cape Cod Foodie and the Clarions restaurant reviewer. And now Jenny was blowing whatever cover I had left by arguing with me. Loudly. I looked in mute appeal to my other fellow diners, Helene Greenberg and Miles Tanner, willing them to distract Jenny from my falling-off-the-bone, meltingly delicious lamb and to keep her voice down. Miles, an old high school buddy and dedicated organic farmer, was too busy spooning the sinfully rich yogurt labneh over his falafel to notice, but Helene, my sixtysomething next door neighbor and the town librarian, jumped in, bless her heart. "So tell me about this Santa seashore celebration," Helene said, as she dipped a piece of pita into her eggplant baba ghanoush with one beringed hand. Jenny grinned at her. "Celebration with an s," she said. Helene shuddered. Librarians as a rule dont like cute misspellings. "Im assuming that the celebrating"-she pronounced it "ssssselebrating"-"is mainly about buying stuff?" Helene has no illusions about peoples motivations. Thats what happens after twenty-five years as a legal psychologist with the Manhattan DAs office. "Well, sure," Jenny said. "I mean, according to the select board, the whole point this year is to bring in some extra tourist dollars during the off-season. You know how usually we just have Santa come through town on a fire truck and throw candy canes to the kids? Well, this year, theres going to be a Santa Trolley to take people around to all the stores, and everybody gets a wish list to fill out and give to their significant others. And the kids, of course, get to tell Santa what they want." Miles dabbed some rogue yogurt off his beard. "But theres other fun stuff, too," he said defensively. Miles is the optimist yin to Helenes pessimist yang. "Im personally looking forward to the pancake breakfast hosted by Mrs. Claus . . ." "Archaic and sexist," Helene muttered to herself. "And the 5K Santa Stroll, where all you have to do to qualify is wear a Santa hat. You dont even have to run, just walk. And the best Santa lookalike wins." Miles stroked his bushy beard and beamed at his considerable paunch. "Im gonna win," he said with all the complacent pride of the five-year-old he still was deep inside. "I have the whole outfit. Ive been playing Santa for my sisters kids like forever." This, I knew, was no exaggeration. Miless sister had been popping out kids at a rate of one every two years for the past ten years and showed no sign of slowing down. "So why arent you playing the towns Santa?" I asked. "Apparently the role had been filled," Miles responded with great dignity, "by Caleb Mayo, the latest member of the Fair Harbor select board." "Santa is always played by someone from the select board," Jenny explained. "They rotate. Last year it was Monique Holden. She was terrific. Very jolly. Thats going to be a tough act for Caleb Mayo to follow. On the other hand, hell be the first Santa to arrive at Town Cove by boat." "I like that," I said, imagining a red-suited Father Christmas chugging in at the helm of a fishing boat to the delighted cheers of the Fair Harbor citizenry. "Ah, Im not sure you will, actually," Jenny said, her blue eyes dancing with mischief. I groaned. Jenny in a mischievous mood is not someone I trust. "The boat is going to be the Harbor Patrols Grady-White," she continued. The Grady-White is the Harbor Patrols main powerboat. I know this because my gentleman friend, as my Aunt Ida would have called him, is Jason Captiva, the towns harbormaster. "Why wouldnt I like that?" "Well, the Grady-White is going to be piloted by Jason," Jenny said, and left a significant pause. I stepped right into her trap. "Thats fine. How is that a problem?" "It will be piloted by Jason wearing an elf costume," Jenny said gleefully. "An elf costume with red-striped stockings and curly-toed shoes!" Jason in an elf costume. That would not be fine. That would be something I could never unsee. Jason was hot to death, but even he could not pull off red-striped stockings and curly-toed shoes. I was so stunned, I didnt even notice Jenny snatching another huge forkful of tagine off my plate. "Sam, Sam, sweetheart, is that you?" What I sort of wanted to say was, Who did you think was going to answer my phone that you called? Because Im snarky that way. But I love my mother, most of the time anyway, so I didnt. Instead, I said, "Hi, Mom. Yeah, its me." "Hi, sweetheart. Hold on a minute while I put you on speaker. Your dad is here, too." Im not sure if my mother knows that she can actually put her phone on speaker before she calls, thus minimizing the chance that she will press the wrong button and cut the call off completely. This happens often. But not this time, miraculously. My fathers voice came booming in my ear. "Sam! How are you? Is everything okay?" This greeting is also par for the course. As is the shouting. "Im fine, Dad. Everythings okay. No need to shout, I can hear you fine." "Excellent," he shouted. Sigh. "So, whats new?" I asked. Actually, it had only been a few weeks since Id been down to Florida to visit them over Thanksgiving, so I doubted anything much was new. Theres almost never anything new going on in Cedar Grove, Florida. "Much the same," my father said glumly. "Same old, same old," my mother said gloomily. What was this I was hearing? Boredom, perhaps? Had they grown tired of endless sunshine, health food, yoga, and aerobics at the senior citizens center? I hoped so. I really did. My parents, Robert and Veronica Barnes, were not to my mind senior citizens. It had been only two years since my father had had a mild heart attack and theyd taken early retirement from the Clarion, where theyd been the editor in chief and senior journalist, respectively. These were people who were used to an environment that challenged them both physically and mentally. "Anyway," my father continued, "we were talking and we decided that we really didnt enjoy spending Christmas down here last year, so we thought maybe wed come up to the Cape over the holidays." This was more like it! The Florida honeymoon was wearing off. This was a good first step. "Thats a great idea!" I said. "You can make your standing rib roast for Christmas dinner! And you and I can go shopping, Mom." I knew the roast beef plan would seal the deal with my dad. After his heart attack, my mother had gone on a total health kick, tossing out his favorite meal of meat loaf and mashed potatoes in favor of a diet of mostly fruits and vegetables. So far, the menu still included chicken and fish but was beginning to veer perilously clo Details ISBN0593199162 Author Amy Pershing Series A Cape Cod Foodie Mystery Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0593199162 ISBN-13 9780593199169 Series Number 2 Format Paperback Country of Publication United States Place of Publication New York Publication Date 2021-11-09 US Release Date 2021-11-09 UK Release Date 2021-11-09 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. DEWEY 813.6 Audience General NZ Release Date 2021-11-29 AU Release Date 2021-11-29 Pages 320 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:133861439;

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