title: Blueberry Muffin Murder
author:  Joanne Fluke 
description: Preparations are underway for Lake Eden, Minnesota's annual Winter Carnival - and Hannah Swensen is set to bake up a storm at her popular shop, The Cookie Jar. Too bad the honour of creating the official Winter Carnival cake went to famous lifestyle maven Connie Mac - a half-baked idea, in Hannah's opinion. She suspects Connie Mac is a lot like the confections she whips up on her cable TV cooking show - sweet, light, and scrumptious-looking, but likely to leave a bitter taste in your mouth.Hannah's suspicions are confirmed when Connie Mac's limo rolls into town. Turns out America's 'cooking sweetheart' is a bossy, bad-tempered, and downright domineering. Things finally boil over when Hannah arrives at The Cookie Jar to find the Winter Carnival cake burnt to a crisp - and Connie Mac lying dead in her pantry, struck down while eating one of Hannah's famous blueberry muffins.Next thing Hannah knows, the police have declared The Cookie Jar's kitchen crime scene off-limits. She's a baker without an oven - and the Carnival is right around the corner. Hannah's only alternative is to cook up a plan to save her business - by finding the killer herself.
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  BLUEBERRY MUFFIN MURDER
  
  
  JOANNE FLUKE
  
  
  -1- Hannah Swensen awoke to a curious sensation. Her body was warm, but her nose felt like an icicle. She sat up in bed, reached out to snap on the light, and stared at the little puffs of moisture her breath left in the air. No wonder her nose felt so cold! The furnace had gone out again and Lake Eden, Minnesota, was smack-dab in the middle of a February cold snap.
  
  
  "Moishe? Where are you?" Hannah glanced around the bedroom, but her feline
  roommate wasn't in any of his usual places. There was no orange-and-white cat
  nestled in the cushioned depths of her laundry basket, the top of her dresser
  held only its usual collection of books, and the windowsill with its view of
  the bird feeder was bare. There was, however, a good-sized lump in the middle
  of her bed.
  
  
  Hannah stared at the lump for a moment. It was too small to be one of her
  pillows and too large to belong to an errant sock. She lifted the covers to
  find her feline room