Egg Drop Dead (Cackleberry Club Series #7)

Egg Drop Dead (Cackleberry Club Series #7)

by Laura Childs


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In Laura Childs’s New York Times bestselling mystery series, Suzanne, Petra, and Toni—co-owners of the Cackleberry Club café—are back to track down another bad egg…
Maintaining good personal relationships with their suppliers is one of the secrets of the Cackleberry Club café’s success, so Suzanne doesn’t mind going out to Mike Mullen’s dairy farm to pick up some wheels of cheese. She’s looking forward to a nice visit with the mild-mannered farmer before heading back to their hectic kitchen.
But when she arrives, Mike’s nowhere to be found. The moaning of his cows leads her to look in the barn, where she discovers a bloodcurdling sight—the farmer’s dead body. Apparently not everyone was as fond of Mike Mullen as the Cackleberry Club.
Churning with grief and outrage, Suzanne, Petra, and Toni vow to find the farmer’s murderer—but as they get closer to the truth, the desperate killer gets whipped into a frenzy and plans to put the squeeze on them...


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780594840589
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/06/2016
Series: Cackleberry Club Series , #7
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 207,047
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

Laura Childs is the New York Times bestselling author of the Tea Shop Mysteries, the Scrapbooking Mysteries, and the Cackleberry Club Mysteries. In her previous life she was CEO of her own marketing firm, authored several screenplays, and produced a reality TV show. She is married to Dr. Bob, a professor of Chinese art history, enjoys travel, and has two Shar-Peis.

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Chapter 1

It was an autumn of particular intensity. Of riotous colors and delft blue skies, cool nights and smoke curling out of chimneys. Halloween was barely a week away and Suzanne Dietz was feeling mighty pleased with herself as she glanced at the puddle of black silk lying on the car seat next to her. She'd just picked up the wicked witch costume that her neighbor Laurel Kennedy had sewn for her. The woman was a creative genius when it came to three yards of fabric, six yards of black scalloped lace, and a Singer sewing machine. Suzanne, on the other hand, managed to impale her finger every time she picked up a needle to sew on a button or whipstitch a hem. Which is why she was congratulating herself for outsourcing such an odious task and looking forward to her role as a well-stitched witch at the Cackleberry Club's upcoming Halloween celebration.

Changing lanes, Suzanne caught her own reflection in the rearview mirror and thought, Correction, make that a modern-day witch.

Just a hair past forty, Suzanne was lean, square shouldered, and still golden brown from puttering around her herb garden in the summer sun. Her hair was a shoulder-length silvered blond, her eyes a deep cornflower blue. Today she wore a white blouse, nipped tightly at her waist by a silver concho belt, and a pair of slim-fitting jeans. She had on her favorite cowboy boots, the well-worn brown ones with turquoise leather steer heads inset at the ankles.

Suzanne was the self-appointed purveyor of foods and the driving force behind the Cackleberry Club, a cozy little farm-to-table cafe she ran with her two BFFs, Toni and Petra. She was also recently engaged to Dr. Sam Hazelet, who had to be the most handsome and skilled doctor in the small Midwestern town of Kindred.

Suzanne smiled to herself as she drove along, the noon sun lasering down upon the windshield of her Taurus. Sam was quite a catch, she mused. Four years younger than she was, great sense of humor, and, most important, in love with her. (Okay, truth be told, he might even be a little besotted with her.)

If she hadn't hit the boyfriend jackpot, she probably would have (horrors!) been forced to venture onto one of those Internet dating sites. Then her character sketch might have read something like, Overworked café owner, dog mom, and curiosity seeker hopes to meet fun-loving guy for wine dinners, occasional trout fishing, and long-term mischief. And after a few sketchy responses, someone like Sam would have popped up. Or not.

Suzanne drank in the scenery as the blacktopped country road dipped down and the woods closed in on either side of her. Late October meant the oaks and maples had erupted in a riot of crimson and orange, and every time a puff of wind came along, leaves fluttered down in perfect golden swirls. It made her think of bonfires and pumpkin spice muffins, and, of course, Halloween.

Coming up out of a valley onto a slight ridge, the road suddenly hooked right and ran alongside a rustic fence of silvered, weathered wood. That fence marked the property line for Mike Mullen's dairy farm. Mike was Suzanne's go-to guy for the homemade wheels of tasty cheddar and Swiss cheese that she served and sold at the Cackleberry Club. Tapping her brakes lightly, Suzanne coasted along until she spotted Mike's familiar tilting mailbox up ahead. This behemoth of dented metal was surrounded by a tangle of bright red bittersweet and sat beside a hand-painted sign that read Cloverdale Farm-Farm Fresh Milk and Cheese.

Suzanne turned into the driveway and crunched her way down a narrow gravel road. A quarter of a mile later, her car rolled to a stop in Mike's farmyard. The place was picture-perfect, an old-fashioned farm built in the early nineteen hundreds by hardworking German immigrants. Off to the right was a classic American Gothic farmhouse complete with finials, balustrades, and a rambling old front porch. Straight ahead was a faded red hip-roofed dairy barn. Several smaller buildings that housed bales of hay and farm tools were scattered off to the left, and a large, woodsy pasture butted up close to the house and barn.

Suzanne slid out of her car and scuffed a toe of her boot into the gravel.

"Hey, Mike," she called out. "It's Suzanne." She let out a breath. "From the Cackleberry Club."

The big sliding barn door stood wide open and she expected to see Mike's broad, grinning face appear at any moment.

When, after a minute or two, Mike didn't duck out and greet her, Suzanne decided he must be all the way back in the barn, tending his cows. Or maybe he was in the adjacent cheese workshop, a place with a pleasant, yeasty smell and gleaming stainless steel pipes, tanks, and tables. The place where all the cheese magic happened.

"No problem," Suzanne said, striking out for the barn. She'd talked to Mike a couple of days ago and told him she needed to replenish her larder with a few wheels of his delicious cheese. He'd told her to stop by anytime. Well, now was anytime.

Suzanne ducked inside the barn, going from dazzling sunlight to a dim interior. She blinked hard a couple of times, trying to adjust her eyes, keenly aware of the mingled sharp scents of cows and hay.

"Mike?" she called again.

This time Suzanne received an answer. But it wasn't from Mike. Instead, she was greeted by a cacophony of loud bellows.

"What?" she murmured.

A few steps down the center aisle and Suzanne was confronted by the urgent, upturned faces of four dozen cows bawling unhappily at her. Cows that clearly hadn't been milked yet.

Haven't been milked yet? But it's twenty after twelve. These poor things have been waiting all morning?

Where was Mike? Suzanne wondered as she tiptoed through the barn. On either side, cows continued to blat anxiously as they stretched their necks out to greet her. To plead for help. And the farther in she ventured, the more the cows' mooing turned to pitiful moans.

Where the stanchions ended there were two box stalls. Animals moved about restlessly in there, too. Horses that tossed their heads and banged their hooves hard against the wooden walls.

What was going on?

"Mike?" Suzanne called out, trying to keep a slight quaver out of her voice. "Are you back here?" She hesitated and peered into the dimness ahead of her, where dust motes twirled lazily and worn leather halters and bridles hung on wooden pegs. Then she added, "Are you okay?"

Moving toward the wooden door that led into the cheese workshop, Suzanne felt a prickle of unease. The hairs on the back of her neck were starting to stand up straight. Really? Now, why was that? Then her heart did a little thump-bump inside her chest and her breathing became a little more rapid. Had something happened to Mike? Or was she simply overreacting to the agitation of the cows?

Suzanne tamped down her fears and rapped her knuckles sharply against the white wooden door of the cheese workshop.

"Mike? Are you in there?"

No answer.

Gathering up her nerve, Suzanne put a hand flat against the door and gave it a shove. Instead of swinging open on its hinges, the door creaked open a couple of inches and stopped. Frowning, she pushed again, this time with a little more force.

No way. Something seemed to be blocking it.

Suzanne leaned forward and touched her cheek to the door, the smooth wood feeling cool against her skin. Then she poked her nose in, trying to peer around the edge of the door.

The first thing she saw was a green rubber boot turned sideways on the damp cement floor. That boot was clearly attached to a leg.

Mike? Something's happened to Mike?

Worry exploded in Suzanne's brain. She drew a quick breath, took a step back, and then flung her full body weight against the door. The door creaked open another foot. Suzanne eased herself into the room, where Mike Mullen sprawled awkwardly on the floor. His white hair was matted with bright red blood as if he'd sustained a dozen deep scalp lacerations, and his gnarled hands were crisscrossed with bloody defensive wounds. The blue-and-white-striped overalls he wore were completely slashed and tattered, as if he'd been existing as a castaway on some remote South Seas jungle island. The fabric was also completely saturated with blood.

Dead? Mike's dead?

Suzanne's mind spun like a runaway centrifuge. Who? Why? A hundred questions churned inside her head. She lunged forward, somehow thinking she'd check his pulse or hopefully clear an airway. But her foot slipped in the slick pool of blood and she fell forward. If she hadn't thrust her hands out to break her fall, she would have landed right square on top of his body. As it was, her ungainly fall put her on her hands and knees, looking directly into wide-open milky white eyes that stared sightlessly into a void.

"Mike?" Suzanne said again, in a pleading, still-hopeful tone. Because she was still trying to make sense of how someone could cold-bloodedly murder this mild-mannered dairy farmer.

Chapter 2

Ignoring the anxious cries and bellows of the cows, Suzanne dashed back through the barn and out into the sunlight. Skidding wildly in the gravel, she pawed open her car door and flung herself inside. Bam. Her door locks clicked down hard. Then she fumbled her key into the ignition, gripped her steering wheel, and cranked the engine hard until it whined in protest.

In full panic mode, her teeth chattering so hard she was afraid she'd pop a filling, Suzanne hesitated for a second and looked around. And saw . . . absolutely nothing. There were no other people, no other cars. So what was the best thing, the smartest thing, for her to do in a situation like this?

Her heart still hammering inside her chest, she squirmed wildly in the driver's seat, trying to make sure a maniac wasn't about to leap at her with a shrieking, clattering chain saw. When none showed up, Suzanne pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed the Law Enforcement Center in Kindred.

Marilyn Grabowski, the 911 dispatcher, came on the line immediately. "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"Get me Sheriff Doogie!" Suzanne hollered. "I need Sheriff Doogie right away!"

But Marilyn needed a little more information than that.

Still babbling with fear, Suzanne tried to explain the situation. "This is Suzanne Dietz. I'm out here at Mike Mullen's place on Country Trail. And Mike's been . . . well, I'm pretty sure that he's been killed. Stabbed, I think. Murdered in cold blood!"

Marilyn, who'd honed her calming skills as a first-grade teacher years ago, knew exactly what to do.

"First things first," Marilyn said. "You get out of there, Suzanne. Do you hear me? Your life could be in danger, too."

Suzanne nodded wildly into the phone. "Yeah, yeah," she said. "Sure."

"I mean it, Suzanne. Drive back to the main road and wait there until someone shows up. I'm alerting Deputy Driscoll right now. Sending him directly out your way. It won't be long. Five minutes at the most."

"We need Sheriff Doogie, too," Suzanne stuttered. "You gotta send Doogie."

"I'm putting in a call to him," Marilyn said. "But I know he's just getting out of a county board meeting."


"Get out of there now, Suzanne, and don't take any chances. Help is on the way."

Suzanne was just about to throw her car in gear when she decided to make another call. She had that particular number on speed dial, so she hit it and waited. Hung on tight.

Sam was on the line in a matter of seconds.

"I have a problem," Suzanne said.

"Tell me." Sam was used to calls without long preambles. He was a doctor, after all.

Suzanne stammered out pretty much what she'd told the dispatcher, and then Sam told her pretty much what the dispatcher had told her. Get out of there fast. Don't take any chances. Wait for help to arrive.

Suzanne, being a self-confessed contrarian, hung up and thought about this for exactly thirty seconds. Then she did the complete opposite of what she'd been instructed. After a careful look around the farmyard (to be sure the fire-breathing maniac with the chainsaw still wasn't coming after her), she switched off her engine. Then she kicked open the driver's side door and stepped back out.

A bright golden sun still lasered down. A light breeze kicked up bits of dust and leaves and spun then toward a low pen where a trio of woolly sheep peeked out at her. Over near the farmhouse, a birdbath pattered. The scene looked normal enough. On the other hand . . .

Clenching her jaw, Suzanne studied the farmhouse and worried. Was Mike's wife, Claudia, at home? Did she need help? Was somebody inside with her right now, holding a butcher knife to her throat?

Slowly, cautiously, as if she were picking her way across a bed of hot coals, Suzanne walked to the house. She climbed the three creaking stairs that led to the small back porch and stared at the screen door.

Now what? Well . . . maybe just pound on the door and see if Claudia's in there.

Suzanne knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. She knocked again, a little harder this time, causing the door to rattle in its frame. It terrified her to think that Claudia might be lying on the kitchen floor, facedown in a pool of her own blood.

That single, horrifying thought compelled her to take action. She reached down, turned the doorknob, and gingerly pulled the door open a tentative couple of inches.

"Claudia," Suzanne called out. "Are you in here?" She waited, hearing nothing but the pounding of her own heart and the rush of blood churning in her ears. She called out again. "Claudia?" Then, feeling a little bolder, said, "Anybody home?"

Opening the door wider, Suzanne gazed into the Mullen's tidy little farm kitchen. She saw a silver coffeepot sitting on the Hotpoint range, a plate and coffee cup resting next to the sink. Nothing looked out of order. And yet . . .

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Egg Drop Dead 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great cast of characters, defined personalities, great fun. Set in a diner and book store/knitting store. Each story is fresh and you can't wait for the next book. Get them all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable mystery
CozyMarie More than 1 year ago
I inhaled this book. It went everywhere with me the last couple days and I’d sneak in a couple pages whenever I could. The story flows well and keeps you hooked until the very end. For a fast paced cozy mystery full of fun and small town charm, pick up a copy of Egg Drop Dead today. I have found a new series to follow for sure!
ValerieL More than 1 year ago
4.5 out of 5 I've always enjoyed the Cackleberry Club series. Suzanne, Toni, Petra, the Sheriff, and Suzanne's boyfriend, Sam, make it a fun series to read. As with many series, I've definitely felt like the later installments have been better written and more fun to read than the first few installments. Of course, Suzanne finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation once again, this time finding the body of one of their suppliers in his cheese-making room. While she has a vested interest in most of the cases she looks into, Suzanne's extra invested in this one after finding the body. This book kept me just riveted. In fact, I think I finished it in one evening on my day off! I just could not put it down. I had no idea who the villain was until Suzanne put it together at the end. In fact, this villain and the one in the book before Scorched Eggs were complete surprises to me. Those two culprits were not on my radar at all! The single thing that I really didn't like in this particular book was Petra's sanctimonious attitude toward Kit. I understand that Petra is very set in her beliefs that a woman should be married before living with a man or being pregnant, but she seemed a little more "over the top" this time than usual and it started annoying me. You're allowed to have your own beliefs. That's fine. That's what America is about, but she just seemed a bit too judgmental in this book. Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed this installment of the Cackleberry Club and highly recommend it!
Jani8 More than 1 year ago
This is another enjoyable visit to the Cackleberry Club. This time Suzanne finds her supplier of cheese dead in his cheese workshop in the first chapter. There are a lot of red herrings and a lot of smaller story lines which makes it fun to read. Chalk up another victory for Laura Childs!
JamesJohnCudneyIV More than 1 year ago
Three (3) stars to Laura Childs's Egg Drop Dead, her seventh in the "Crackleberry Club" mystery series. I don't usually read books in the middle of a series, but I won a copy of this book and decided to start midway. I will go back and read the others as it's a fun series. Story Suzanne and her friends, Petra and Toni, are from the Crackleberry Club, a local shoppe full with an eatery, knitting store and a book nook. When Suzanne stumbles upon a very dead Mike Mullens, who normally provides all her dairy products, she's shocked and feels compelled to help the local police investigate. As she investigates the widow, the sneaky horse salesman, the peculiar new dairy salesman, the autistic young man with a difficult mother and the lecherous but handsome real estate developer, she begins to put the picture together. It all culminates in a Halloween event full of fright, where even Suzanne realizes how many clues she missed along the way. Strengths Strong cast of characters. Good scenery. Obvious backstory we learn just enough about to entice us to read more. Fair balance of relationships and complexity among everyone. Easy read. It took me 2 days (over a 5-day period as I couldn't read several of them!) and the pages fly by quickly. Suggestions The culprit and/or motive (don't want to spoil anything) came a little out of left field. If it's tied together, I don't mind, which it was -- just a little too loosely this time. It was a little too predictable how it happened and I'm not sure readers would be able to figure it out on their own without pulling the proverbial rabbit from the holey hat. I wanted to know more about the dead guy to feel a little more interest in his character. He felt a bit like just any ole' guy that got himself killed... being a mystery buff, I'm fine with that; however, it would jump up a notch with more detail and background. Final Thoughts Cute series. I'll chance a few others. I'm curious how the name Crackleberry fits in, as well as the title. It had nothing to do with the mystery as far as I can tell!
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts “Welcome to Kindred and The Cackleberry Club. You hosts are Suzanne, Petra and Toni. Pull up a stool, check out today’s specials, feel free to visit the Book Nook and the Knitting Nest. We hope you enjoy your visit.” That’s the friendly greeting I would expect to receive from these three fantastic characters. Business partners, friends, family. These ladies are part of a tight knit community. It is almost Halloween when the town is shocked by another murder. Suzanne finds dairy farmer Mike Mullen killed in a very brutal way and she is not going to rest until she finds the killer. The sheriff tries to keep her from butting in but he knows she is going to do it anyway. Oh and I can’t forget to mention, she is supposed to be planning her wedding… I love this series. I love these characters. I love this town. Laura Childs has created such a treat for cozy readers. This is the 7th book in the series and each time I start one it feels like I am visiting a bunch of good friends. It really has the small town feeling that I am very familiar with. Everyone seems to genuinely care about their friends and neighbors, making it very difficult to pinpoint the suspects and the guilty party. With her signature twists, that I know now to expect, she scrambled my theories more than once. The main plot is clever and creative. All the subplots blend in nicely. There are moments of uncertainty and anticipation tempered by some humor and romance. Junior’s wild ideas always make me chuckle but I feel bad for Toni at the same time. She loves the guy but no matter how old he is, he is never going to be the strong, dependable man she is looking for. Petra continues to amaze me with her kitchen creations and how she keeps up with everything going on around her. Sam is ready for his big wedding day but Suzanne has way too much going on around her to concentrate on any plans. She always seems to be going a mile a minute in different directions. He loves her for the way she is and is happy for any time they get to spend together. This is a truly entertaining read. It’s not too late for anyone to “drop” in on this series. Start with this one, the first one or any in between. They are all egg-cellent cozies! And yes, there are recipes!
CozyUpWithKathy More than 1 year ago
a thought provoking mystery EGG DROP DEAD by Laura Childs The Seventh Cackleberry Club Mystery Suzanne Dietz simply planned on picking up some cheese for her farm to table cafe, the Cackleberry Club. What she found was unmilked cows in distress and the murdered body of the mild mannered dairy man. Urged on by her friends Toni and Petra, Suzanne simply can't leave the murder alone and decides to "poke around, quietly". Will investigating the murder, no matter how quietly, put a strain on her relationship with Sam and possibly impede their upcoming nuptials? Or worse, will it put her in the sights of a killer once again? Laura Childs deftly balances light and dark in her seventh Cackleberry Club mystery. The relationship between fun loving Toni and the overgrown juvenile delinquent, Junior, brings lots of humor, but this book shows a little more depth to Toni's feelings for her possibly not so soon to be ex-husband. Suzanne's relationship with Sam also shows some possible cracks as he seems much more interested in their upcoming nuptials than she. Childs doesn't shy away from including harsh realism such as the horse meat industry. Yet, the climactic chase to capture the murderer was unrealistic. I understand why Childs made the choices she did and it was an adrenalin rushing, page turning, exciting read. But law enforcement today would never allow that to happen. It does make for a fine story though. EGG DROP DEAD entertains by providing a thought provoking mystery with numerous shady suspects while bringing attention to certain societal issues. FTC Disclosure – The publisher sent me a copy of this book in the hopes I would review it.
Editing_Pen More than 1 year ago
I’m such a fan of the author’s Tea Shop series that I had to check out Egg Drop Dead, Number Seven in the Cackleberry Club series. Both have much to offer a cozy fan. The elements are all there for a night or two of escaping any dreadful election news or just a bad day at work. Her books are clean, snuggly, and easy to read. And Ms. Childs is so very sweet and loves to interact with her fans. I think it shows in her writing. In each series, you’re sure to have a favorite character to love. Head over to the Charleston Tea Shop and introduce yourself to the one and only Drayton. In this Cackleberry Club series, Toni has my vote. Her sense of humor is right up my alley. Toni’s lines smoothly glide across the scene and offer surprise chuckles to round out the lead character Suzanne’s logical personality. Tell me when you get to the part where Suzanne asks Toni, “How do you like your eggs?” Toni’s answer is my answer. Love Toni. I also enjoyed Suzanne’s interactions with Noah, which helped to reveal character depth and bring an extra thematic layer to the story. Oh, and I learned what cattywampus means. Ms. Childs is quite talented in keeping each series separate in style and tone. These books are such a delight to read. A double delight is finding out about Little Girl Gone, a “sharp–edged” thriller, written by Laura under her real name, Gerry Schmitt. Ooh I bet that one will be a great read. There are lots of pretty visuals in this cozy, especially in the yarn truck, and the Knitters’ Tea Party is filled with such tantalizing aromas and flavors that you’ll probably lean close to the pages to breathe in the warm scents. You’ll also notice the auditory descriptions are just right. During the Halloween party, the clack of café noises, barn sounds, and party chatter round out the scene to really pull you in. The mystery is well crafted. The clues are nicely planted, and the resolution will bring a satisfied sigh and a smile. Yummy recipes are included in the back pages just for you. If you are new to the work of Ms. Childs, pick up any book in any series. She does a cozy proud.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Egg Drop Dead by Laura Childs is the seventh book in Cackleberry Club Mystery series. Suzanne is stopping by Cloverdale Farm to get some wheels of cheese from Mike Mullens. She calls out and no one responds. The cows are bellowing and have obviously not been milked. Suzanne has a bad feeling, but she keeps looking. Suzanne finds Mike Mullens in the cheese house brutally murdered. Suzanne quickly calls 911 for assistance and requests that Sheriff Roy Doogie be contacted. Who would want to kill mild-mannered Mike? Suzanne knows she should be working on her wedding plans, but she cannot help but investigate Mike’s murder (she’s nosy). But Suzanne’s investigating has someone upset. Suzanne and Toni are chased through the Haunted Forest. Suzanne is just starting to relax at home when she hears someone in her backyard. Suzanne has the dogs attack, but the culprit gets away. The guilty party has an injured leg thanks to her dogs. Suzanne invites all her suspects to the Cackleberry Club’s Halloween Party (she wants to flush out the killer). Suzanne will need to keep her wits about her to catch this slippery suspect. I have not had the opportunity to read A Cackleberry Club Mystery prior to Egg Drop Dead. I am a fan of Laura Childs’ Tea Shop Mysteries and A Scrapbooking Mystery series. I found, though, Egg Drop Dead to be very different from her other works. Egg Drop Dead is well-written (as are all of Laura Childs books) and easy to read. The book has a good flow or pace (for the most part). Suzanne is the primary character while her partners, Petra and Toni are in the background (especially poor Petra). Toni is known as a “hoochie mamma” and married to Junior (though they live apart and are said to be getting a divorce). Junior is what many people would refer to as a red neck imbecile (or country bumpkin whose I.Q. is less than his income). I, personally, would prefer if Toni and Junior were not a part of the book (it would elevate the story immensely). Suzanne is extremely pushy and determined (it was off-putting). She scared a teenager with Asperger’s Syndrome (she eventually apologizes). I give Egg Drop Dead 3 out of 5 stars. The reader receives few clues regarding the murder. You must pay close attention if you want to figure out the identity of the guilty party (mystery buffs should be able to solve it before you are halfway through the book). One thing I did not understand is why Suzanne (and Toni) ran from the man in the Haunted Forest. It was supposed to be scary, so why run screaming for your car! I think many people will enjoy the humor in the novel, but it was not for me. There is an excerpt for Pekoe Most Poison at the end of the book (which I cannot wait to read).
MasonCanyon More than 1 year ago
Author Laura Childs creates places you’d love to visit and characters you’d like to get to know better. The small-town setting in EGG DROP DEAD adds a layer of interest to the story. With an eye for detail and vivid descriptions, the Cackleberry Club comes to life on the page making the story more inviting. The characters are well-developed and likable. The bond of friendship and loyalty among the core cast of characters enhances the story. For returning fans, the characters continue to evolve with each new installment. The story moves at a steady pace and holds your attention from the bombshell opening to the adrenaline-fueled ending. There are twists along the way to keep you guessing. EGG DROP DEAD can be read on its own without new readers being lost in the dark not having read previous installments. The ladies at the Cackleberry Club always have a lot going on, but they’re never too busy for a murder mystery. A delightful story to keep you entertained with recipes at the end as an added bonus. FTC Full Disclosure – A copy of this book was sent to me by the author. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review. The thoughts are completely my own and given honestly and freely.
LisaKsBooksReviews More than 1 year ago
Lucky number seven? Luck has nothing to do with the seventh installment of the Cackleberry Club Mysteries. Brilliant writing however, that has everything to do with it! Scramble feisty leads and eclectic townsfolk, with action, humor, and wonderful food, add in mystery that will keep you guessing with every turn of the page, and there you have EGG DROP DEAD. Author Laura Childs doesn’t keep readers waiting for the excitement in EGG DROP DEAD. The mystery in this tale starts off in the first chapter and keeps building from there. It was impossible not to get drawn into this story. I guessed whodunit after only a few chapters! But, um . . . of course I was wrong. This book went in a completely different way than I expected, which made for truly great reading. Laura Childs has a real talent for leading you where she wants you to go, and then switching directions so fast you won’t know what hit you. The Cackleberry Club series has really grown since book one, and has developed into a must read on my TBR as I’m sure it will become for you! Come on book eight! Make sure to check out the back of this book for a bunch of great recipes!
CozyMysteryLover1 More than 1 year ago
I love reading anything by Laura Child and Egg Drop Dead was terrific. As Halloween approaches, the ladies of the Cackleberry Club are planning their party. When Suzanne goes to pick up some cheese from local dairy farmer Mike Mullen, she is shocked and saddened to discover his body brutality beaten. Not one to sit still when a local meets an untimely death, Suzanne begins asking questions and soon finds herself rescuing horses and befriending a teenage boy. You will love to read about Suzanne, Petra, Toni, Junior, Sam and Officer Doogie in this epic adventure of the Cackleberry Club. I voluntarily read an ARC of this book from the publisher and NetGalley.