When a New York power couple visits Willow’s coffee shop and orders low-fat milk lattes, 2 shots of espresso, no foam, extra hot, with three packets of Splenda stirred well she decides she’s not that desperate to lose weight! As far as she’s concerned, they can take their New York accent, their New York cawhfee, their superior attitude, and go back to the Big Apple. Until, that is, Mr. New York’s found dead bobbin’ for an apple in the middle of Molly’s café.
In-between chasing would be bad guys…or gals, Willow tries every trick in the book to lose weight. From wraps to jogging to no carbs, she ends up confused and ornery, snapping at everyone who crosses her path—nothing that a dish of Molly’s peach cobbler won’t cure. If only murders could be solved so easily!
About the Author
Lilly York? How about Lilly Belle; a mis-plant northerner, living in a southern world. Southern charm is lost among late nights with a two year old granddaughter, heat flashes competing with hell, copious re-runs of Murder She Wrote with Jessica Fletcher catching the bad guy, and a vivid imagination keeping insanity at bay. In both humor and mystery, Lilly draws inspiration from terrible twos, a 24 year old daughter who questions her sanity, a son who constantly spews bad puns, and a husband who has selective hearing. Though, that's perfectly alright with her, because what can you love more than a good laugh and a family so dysfunctional they almost seem functional?