Welcome to my tour stop for Bread of the Dead, the first book in the Santa Fe Cafe series by Ann Myers. This is a cozy mystery and the tour runs September 28-October 23 with reviews, interviews, guest posts and excerpts. Check out the tour page for the full schedule.
Bread of the Dead (Santa Fe Cafe Mystery #1)
Release Date: September 29, 2015 by William Morrow
368 pages
About the Book:
The Day of the Dead is approaching in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and cook Rita Lafitte is busy decorating sugar skulls, taste-testing pan de muerto (bread of the dead), and refashioning her post-divorce life. She loves her job at Tres Amigas Cafe and feels like she’s found a good home for herself and her teenage daughter…until her kindly landlord is found dead next door, seemingly from suicide.Although Rita discovers evidence of murder, the police aren’t convinced, especially one of the lead detectives who’s also Rita’s ex-husband. To uncover the truth behind her friend’s death, Rita teams up with her octogenarian boss Flori, the town’s most celebrated snoop. Soon, their investigation encompasses other crimes, including break-ins and the murder of their number-one suspect. Rita won’t feel safe until the killer is caught. But when she unearths a long-buried secret, will she become the next victim?
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Excerpt:
I feared what Flori was cooking up. My elderly friend is famous around Santa Fe. She’s renowned for her tasty tamales, her fabulous frijoles, and her amazing carne adovada. She’s also a well-known snoop, with a sixth sense to boot. When I started working at Tres Amigas, just after moving to Santa Fe some three years ago, I had no chance of hiding my own sleuthing tendencies from her. But I was always a reluctant sleuth, and now I was giving it up for good. If only Flori would listen…
“We’ll get out my new zoom lens,” she was saying. “Then we wait until dark and hoist you over Gloria’s garden wall. You find yourself a view of the kitchen and wait until you can catch Armida in the baking act. Photographic evidence. That’s what we need. We’ll get them both disqualified. Ha!”
I struggled to find a nice, polite way to say, No way!
Flori kept going. “I’ve already checked out her perimeter. No sharp pointy bits on the wall that I can see, and all those home security signs are probably fakes.”
“But Flori—”
“Don’t worry, Rita. I’ll fix you some snacks in case you have to stay out there a while. What would you like? Frito pie? That worked well last time, except for the chili con carne going cold and getting in your hair when you tangled with that cactus.” She chuckled at the memory of my Frito fiasco.
I didn’t care what she said. I wasn’t about to be hoisted anywhere. The last time I heaved myself over a wall on one of Flori’s snooping quests, spilled chili wasn’t the worst of our problems. Drug dealers were, and we hadn’t gone looking for them in the first place. That was the old me, though. New me wouldn’t chase after criminals or stick her nose into investigations or sit out in coyote country with snack food. New me would embrace low-stress hobbies like landscape painting or herb gardening or perhaps yoga.
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Excerpt:
I feared what Flori was cooking up. My elderly friend is famous around Santa Fe. She’s renowned for her tasty tamales, her fabulous frijoles, and her amazing carne adovada. She’s also a well-known snoop, with a sixth sense to boot. When I started working at Tres Amigas, just after moving to Santa Fe some three years ago, I had no chance of hiding my own sleuthing tendencies from her. But I was always a reluctant sleuth, and now I was giving it up for good. If only Flori would listen…
“We’ll get out my new zoom lens,” she was saying. “Then we wait until dark and hoist you over Gloria’s garden wall. You find yourself a view of the kitchen and wait until you can catch Armida in the baking act. Photographic evidence. That’s what we need. We’ll get them both disqualified. Ha!”
I struggled to find a nice, polite way to say, No way!
Flori kept going. “I’ve already checked out her perimeter. No sharp pointy bits on the wall that I can see, and all those home security signs are probably fakes.”
“But Flori—”
“Don’t worry, Rita. I’ll fix you some snacks in case you have to stay out there a while. What would you like? Frito pie? That worked well last time, except for the chili con carne going cold and getting in your hair when you tangled with that cactus.” She chuckled at the memory of my Frito fiasco.
I didn’t care what she said. I wasn’t about to be hoisted anywhere. The last time I heaved myself over a wall on one of Flori’s snooping quests, spilled chili wasn’t the worst of our problems. Drug dealers were, and we hadn’t gone looking for them in the first place. That was the old me, though. New me wouldn’t chase after criminals or stick her nose into investigations or sit out in coyote country with snack food. New me would embrace low-stress hobbies like landscape painting or herb gardening or perhaps yoga.
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About the Author:
Ann Myers, her husband, and extra-large housecat live in Colorado but, like Rita, feel most at home in
Santa Fe.
GIVEAWAY:
Three (3) copies of Bread of the Dead by Ann Myers (US)
Ends Oct. 28
Prizing is provided by the publisher, hosts are not responsible.
Prizing is provided by the publisher, hosts are not responsible.
This event was organized by CBB Book Promotions.
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