“This was the downside to cell phones. It was nowhere near as as satisfying to press end as it was to slam a phone into its holder.”
―
Jenn McKinlay,
Buttercream Bump Off
“You know, I found a gray hair the other day. I almost broke the sound barrier rushing to the pharmacy to get some dye. Beth snorted. Oh please! You're a blonde-no one can see gray hair up there. Now, you get one down under, and then you can panic.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Nancy pursed her lips. "Men are stupid." "Agreed!” ― Jenn McKinlay, Due or Die
“It was funny how none of her classes in library science has prepared her for this sort of thing, dead bodies, staff under suspicion, crazed reporters. Really, they needed to consider expanding the curriculum.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Road trips required a couple of things: a well-balanced diet of caffeine, salt and sugar and an excellent selection of tunes—oh, and directions.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Vivian was an eccentric who not only marched to her own drummer but was usually the drum major of the crazy parade” ― Jenn McKinlay, Cloche and Dagger
“Mel opened her jaw wide to stretch it out before she spoke again so that her words were very clear. “I am going to kill you. I’m going to drag your sorry carcass out into the desert, pour honey all over you, and let the fire ants eat you.”“You’re angry,” he said.“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Mel snapped.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Vanilla Beaned
“At that, Marty howled great big, messy sobs, and Elanor, the little lady in the yellow suit, who organized the weddings at the church, came running with a box of tissue.Oz appeared in the vestibule, looking alarmed. “Is everything all right? I thought someone was strangling a duck.”“Do you mind?” Marty snapped. “Me and the bride, here, we’re having a moment.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Vanilla Beaned
“And what was with Malibu Barbie?” Angie asked. “A girl could strain something looking that happy all the time.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Sprinkle with Murder
“It was a horrible thing to be age-stamped by the boyband of your heart.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Death of a Mad Hatter
“It was funny how none of her classes in library science had prepared her for this sort of thing, dead bodies, staff under suspicion, crazed reporters. Really, they need to consider expanding the curriculum.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Blodgett and Hobart are named for and oven and a mixer?” Justin asked. “Huh. And all this time I thought they were named for some unfortunate relatives.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Going, Going, Ganache
“Tate and Marty exchanged indignant looks. Tate pointed to the kitchen door behind Marty, then hooked a thumb at the back door and gave Marty a nod. Before Mel could figure out what they were up to, they were both lying on the floor of the kitchen, blocking the exits. “What is this? Occupy Fairy Tale Cupcakes?!” Angie asked. “What do you think you’re doing?” “We’re in protest mode.” Tate said. “We’re going to limp and we’re going to lie here until you agree to let us come along.” “Are you kidding me?” Mel asked. “What if I don’t give in? Are you going to hold your breath until you turn blue?” She watched Tate lift his head and look at Marty. He raised his eyebrows in silent question, and Marty gave him a small nod. “Thanks for the idea,” The kitchen door slammed into his side, and Marty grunted but still held his ground. The kitchen door didn’t budge. “Hey, the door is stuck,” Oz yelled from the other side.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Red Velvet Revenge
“Do you think she’ll shoot him?” Ian asked. “’Cause that would likely be bad for business.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Death in the Stacks
“There was no way she should find this domineering male thing he had going on attractive. And yet a tiny little feminine part of her swooned, which made the liberated woman inside of her vomit.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Dark Chocolate Demise
“To say the loaner was not pretty was an understatement. It was a 1907's olive-green Buick Century with a white top. Lindsay felt like she was driving her living-room couch, but despite the looks, the engine purred and it glided over potholes in the road like butteron toast.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“French Toast Cupcake A vanilla cupcake with maple buttercream frosting and chopped bacon sprinkled on top. Vanilla Cupcake 1¾ cups flour 1¼ teaspoons baking powder ½ teaspoon baking soda ¼ teaspoon salt 1½ sticks butter, unsalted 1 cup sugar 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 3 eggs 1½ tablespoons vegetable oil ⅔ cup milk Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Put paper liners in cupcake pan. In a large bowl, sift flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Set aside. With an electric mixer, cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla. Add eggs, one at a time. Add oil and milk. Slowly add the flour mixture and mix until just combined. Fill the cupcake liners about ⅔ full. Bake about 18–22 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Cool completely before frosting. Maple Buttercream ½ cup shortening ½ cup butter, softened 2 tablespoons real maple syrup 4 cups powdered sugar 2 tablespoons milk Chopped bacon for garnish Cream together ½ cup shortening and ½ cup butter using an electric mixer. Add maple syrup. Gradually add powdered sugar and milk; beat until light and airy. Sprinkle with chopped bacon before frosting sets.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Red Velvet Revenge
“Do not try to sidetrack me with sarcasm and a murder,” Joyce said. “Mom.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Going, Going, Ganache
“What time did you finally put the book down last night?” Lindsey glanced at the floor, where the book she’d been reading had landed when she’d fallen asleep. “One thirty, maybe two.” “In the morning?” Sully asked. He ran a hand through his reddish brown hair, making the curly waves stand on end. “I was suffering from OMC syndrome,” she said. “OMC, is that some sort of insomnia?” “Sort of. It stands for one more chapter.” “Book nerd,” Sully teased.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Hitting the Books
“You know, I found a gray hair the other day. I almost broke the sound barrier rushing to the pharmacy to get some dye. Beth snorted. Oh please! You're a blonde-no one can see gray hair up there. Now, you get one down under, and then you can panic.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Nancy pursed her lips. "Men are stupid." "Agreed!” ― Jenn McKinlay, Due or Die
“It was funny how none of her classes in library science has prepared her for this sort of thing, dead bodies, staff under suspicion, crazed reporters. Really, they needed to consider expanding the curriculum.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Road trips required a couple of things: a well-balanced diet of caffeine, salt and sugar and an excellent selection of tunes—oh, and directions.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Vivian was an eccentric who not only marched to her own drummer but was usually the drum major of the crazy parade” ― Jenn McKinlay, Cloche and Dagger
“Mel opened her jaw wide to stretch it out before she spoke again so that her words were very clear. “I am going to kill you. I’m going to drag your sorry carcass out into the desert, pour honey all over you, and let the fire ants eat you.”“You’re angry,” he said.“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Mel snapped.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Vanilla Beaned
“At that, Marty howled great big, messy sobs, and Elanor, the little lady in the yellow suit, who organized the weddings at the church, came running with a box of tissue.Oz appeared in the vestibule, looking alarmed. “Is everything all right? I thought someone was strangling a duck.”“Do you mind?” Marty snapped. “Me and the bride, here, we’re having a moment.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Vanilla Beaned
“And what was with Malibu Barbie?” Angie asked. “A girl could strain something looking that happy all the time.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Sprinkle with Murder
“It was a horrible thing to be age-stamped by the boyband of your heart.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Death of a Mad Hatter
“It was funny how none of her classes in library science had prepared her for this sort of thing, dead bodies, staff under suspicion, crazed reporters. Really, they need to consider expanding the curriculum.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“Blodgett and Hobart are named for and oven and a mixer?” Justin asked. “Huh. And all this time I thought they were named for some unfortunate relatives.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Going, Going, Ganache
“Tate and Marty exchanged indignant looks. Tate pointed to the kitchen door behind Marty, then hooked a thumb at the back door and gave Marty a nod. Before Mel could figure out what they were up to, they were both lying on the floor of the kitchen, blocking the exits. “What is this? Occupy Fairy Tale Cupcakes?!” Angie asked. “What do you think you’re doing?” “We’re in protest mode.” Tate said. “We’re going to limp and we’re going to lie here until you agree to let us come along.” “Are you kidding me?” Mel asked. “What if I don’t give in? Are you going to hold your breath until you turn blue?” She watched Tate lift his head and look at Marty. He raised his eyebrows in silent question, and Marty gave him a small nod. “Thanks for the idea,” The kitchen door slammed into his side, and Marty grunted but still held his ground. The kitchen door didn’t budge. “Hey, the door is stuck,” Oz yelled from the other side.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Red Velvet Revenge
“Do you think she’ll shoot him?” Ian asked. “’Cause that would likely be bad for business.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Death in the Stacks
“There was no way she should find this domineering male thing he had going on attractive. And yet a tiny little feminine part of her swooned, which made the liberated woman inside of her vomit.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Dark Chocolate Demise
“To say the loaner was not pretty was an understatement. It was a 1907's olive-green Buick Century with a white top. Lindsay felt like she was driving her living-room couch, but despite the looks, the engine purred and it glided over potholes in the road like butteron toast.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Books Can Be Deceiving
“French Toast Cupcake A vanilla cupcake with maple buttercream frosting and chopped bacon sprinkled on top. Vanilla Cupcake 1¾ cups flour 1¼ teaspoons baking powder ½ teaspoon baking soda ¼ teaspoon salt 1½ sticks butter, unsalted 1 cup sugar 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 3 eggs 1½ tablespoons vegetable oil ⅔ cup milk Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Put paper liners in cupcake pan. In a large bowl, sift flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Set aside. With an electric mixer, cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla. Add eggs, one at a time. Add oil and milk. Slowly add the flour mixture and mix until just combined. Fill the cupcake liners about ⅔ full. Bake about 18–22 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Cool completely before frosting. Maple Buttercream ½ cup shortening ½ cup butter, softened 2 tablespoons real maple syrup 4 cups powdered sugar 2 tablespoons milk Chopped bacon for garnish Cream together ½ cup shortening and ½ cup butter using an electric mixer. Add maple syrup. Gradually add powdered sugar and milk; beat until light and airy. Sprinkle with chopped bacon before frosting sets.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Red Velvet Revenge
“Do not try to sidetrack me with sarcasm and a murder,” Joyce said. “Mom.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Going, Going, Ganache
“What time did you finally put the book down last night?” Lindsey glanced at the floor, where the book she’d been reading had landed when she’d fallen asleep. “One thirty, maybe two.” “In the morning?” Sully asked. He ran a hand through his reddish brown hair, making the curly waves stand on end. “I was suffering from OMC syndrome,” she said. “OMC, is that some sort of insomnia?” “Sort of. It stands for one more chapter.” “Book nerd,” Sully teased.” ― Jenn McKinlay, Hitting the Books
