A big thanks to Susan, Lynette, Rhonda, and Darlene. I'd be lost without your honest critiques. And to my mom. Thanks for always being there for me.
Pricilla Crumb snatched a pile of envelopes from the mailbox and shivered in the chilly May breeze. A letter from Max Summers rested on top. She sighed in frustration. She'd come to the conclusion that a long-distance relations was no different than the Titanic on that fateful night it struck an iceberg. Both were poised for inevitable disaster. That in her mind, described her relationship with Max Summers. Seven months ago they decided to try to move beyond their thirty-year friendship and give love a chance. After being married to her first husband for over four decades before he died, Pricilla had come to believe that life didn't give second chances when it came to true love. Max had changed all that---for a while anyway.
Baker's Fatal Dozen once again finds sixty-something Pricilla Crumb in a sticky scandal when she steps into her favorite bakery to order a baker-s dozen of her favorite shortbread cookies and finds owner Reggie Pierce dead in the back room.