~When a cherry pie smells strongly of almond, one must taste cautiously...~
Emaline has been taking care of her elderly, cranky grandfather for so long, she wonders if she'll ever have a life again. When he demands a sumptuous meal, she obliges, even baking him his favorite pie--cherry. It's Johnny Banister's last meal, but the medical examiner finds nothing suspicious. So why does Emaline seek a way to dispose of the flavoring bottle? And why does she worry that Detective Harry Jordan wants more than the pleasure of her company when he asks her to dinner?
~Office parties can be deadly dull. Or just deadly...~
Emaline Banister couldn't hear who was blackmailing whom in the women's room at work. The holidays were approaching and she was distracted by the need to make a dish that everyone could eat, including the people with odd dietary restrictions. Besides, Detective Harry Jordan was still hanging around, and she wasn't sure if he was attracted to her or still wondering if she was a murderer. When Mary O'Neill died at the party, after eating Emaline's salad, she was once again under suspicion. But this time she knew she hadn't done it.
~When dogs all over town start having heart attacks, maybe it's time to wonder why.~
Emaline Banister fancies herself a sleuth because she helped her favorite cop, Harry Jordan, solve a bizarre murder case. But Harry's out of town on special assignment, one so dangerous he can't tell her where, or when he'll be back. When two of her friends lose their beloved dogs to what seems to be an epidemic of canine heart attacks, she starts wondering if more than coincidence is at work. After all, chasing a serial killer, even if the victims are dogs, is better than sitting home and worrying about a man she might or might not be in love with.