As the year draws to a close, Deb Baker is back writing under the Hannah Reed moniker for Berkley Prime Crime with Beeline to Trouble. Everybody naughty and nice, let us sing, shout, and Santa shimmy. Aaahhh, no, not you. Yeah, you. No, not him, you. Please, don’t make me call out your name. Listen, I am trying to keep your lack of coordination under wraps. Hello there. Yes, you. Not him. You. Okay, Mrs. Claus off the dance floor. Now! Don’t pout. You are supposed to tear it up on the dance floor, Mrs. Kringle, not tear up cartilage. Scoot. Just you. Oh, don’t even try it, Mrs. Claus, remember you are shackled. Errr, I mean, you are married to Saint Nick and the one who looks like Nathan Fillion – yes, Richard Castle, stays with me…um, I mean here. I don’t give a flying hoof if you need him to tend to something in the barn. Ask one of the elves.
Seriously, now, tell your hubby to bring ya an ear wax remover and some batteries. What? For her hearing aid. Geez, I’m tryin’ to go legit and behave this season and everyone thinks I am an American Bad Ass like Kid Rock. Damn, that bad boy makes me all excited… to be a woman. Good gravy, I am behavin’! I’m just a straight up prankster. Word! Now, let me continue before Granny Claus heads back on the dance floor in her mini. My eyes, my eyes, bright light, bright light. Who the heck copped my Ray-Bans? Frosty! Enough of this nonsense. I don’t “borrow” his carrot in the middle of the night... for a snack. (wink)
When Moraine, Wisconsin, beekeeper Story Fischer gets a visit from her sister, Holly, everything is all a buzz. Holly is a tad anxious and enlists Story to pitch in and help her brother-in-law accommodate a contentious trio of expert food flavorists. Story’s grocery store, the Wild Clover, provides the provisions for breakfast.
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