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Titles by Laura Childs Tea Shop Mysteries death by darjeeling gunpowder green shades of earl grey the english breakfast murder the jasmine moon murder chamomile mourning blood orange brewing dragonwell dead the silver needle murder oolong dead the teaberry strangler scones & bones agony of the l...
Titles by Laura Childs Tea Shop Mysteries death by darjeeling gunpowder green shades of earl grey the english breakfast murder the jasmine moon murder chamomile mourning blood orange brewing dragonwell dead the silver needle murder oolong dead the teaberry strangler scones & bones agony of the leaves sweet tea revenge steeped in evil ming tea murder devonshire scream pekoe most poison plum tea crazy broken bone china lavender blue murder haunted hibiscus twisted tea christmas a dark and stormy tea lemon curd killer Scrapbooking Mysteries keepsake crimes photo finished bound for murder motif for murder frill kill death swatch tragic magic fiber & brimstone skeleton letters postcards from the dead gilt trip gossamer ghost parchment and old lace crepe factor glitter bomb mumbo gumbo murder Cackleberry Club Mysteries eggs in purgatory eggs benedict arnold bedeviled eggs stake & eggs eggs in a casket scorched eggs egg drop dead eggs on ice egg shooters Anthologies death by design tea for three Afton Tangler Thrillers writing as Gerry Schmitt little girl gone shadow girl BERKLEY PRIME CRIME Published by Berkley An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC penguinrandomhouse.com Copyright © 2023 by Gerry Schmitt & Associates, Inc. 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Description: New York: Berkley Prime Crime, [2023] | Series: Tea shop mystery; 25 Identifiers: LCCN 2022041577 (print) | LCCN 2022041578 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593200926 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780593200933 (ebook) Subjects: LCGFT: Novels. Classification: LCC PS3603.H56 L46 2023 (print) | LCC PS3603.H56 (ebook)| DDC 813/.6—dc23/eng/20220831 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022041577 LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022041578 Cover illustration by Scott Zelazny Adapted for ebook by Kelly Brennan This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. PUBLISHER’S NOTE: The recipes contained in this book are to be followed exactly as written. The publisher is not responsible for your specific health or allergy needs that may require medical supervision. The publisher is not responsible for any adverse reactions to the recipes contained in this book. pid_prh_6.0_142789176_c0_r0 1 When life hands you lemons, you’re supposed to make lemonade. Theodosia Browning had adopted a slightly more creative approach. She was smack-dab in the middle of hosting a fanciful Limón Tea Party. Picture this if you will: Five dozen Southern ladies dressed in gauzy florals and wearing hats and gloves. All seated at elegant tea tables in the fairy-tale setting of an actual lemon grove strung with hundreds of white twinkle lights. Postcard perfect, yes? Now add in a delicate waft of lemon-scented tea, large glass bowls amply heaped with fresh-picked lemons, and lemon scones served as the first course. For the pièce de résistance, a fashion show was about to begin and a camera crew was on hand to capture all the highlights of the runway. Naturally, the usual gaggle of high-strung designers, stylists, and business partners paced about nervously in the background. A lot to contend with. Almost too much for Theodosia. It was one thing to serve morning and afternoon tea at her charming Indigo Tea Shop on Charleston’s famed Church Street, another to juggle a major event such as this Limón Tea Party. “Grab another pitcher of lemonade, will you?” Theodosia said to Haley, her young chef and baker. “And that silver ice bucket as well.” Theodosia blew a wisp of curly auburn hair off her face as she stood in the kitchen of the Orchard House Inn, home to South Carolina’s only lemon orchard. All the food and beverages were being staged here with the help of Drayton, her tea sommelier, Haley, her chef, and two additional waitstaff. And each course was (thankfully!) going out on time. Seemed to be, anyway. “That woman is driving me batty,” Drayton said as he measured out scoops of lemon verbena tea. A natural orator, each of his syllables was rounded and carefully cadenced. “You’re talking about Delaine?” Theodosia asked. She gazed at him with crystalline blue eyes that were complemented by a peaches and cream complexion and an abundant halo of auburn hair. With her slender, athletic build, Theodosia always gave the impression that she was infused with energy and about to come uncoiled. “Delaine always drives me crazy,” Drayton said. “That’s nothing new. No, I’m talking about her overbearing sister, Nadine. The woman is positively outrageous. Not only is she bullying the poor models, she’s been braying out orders to the film crew. And seriously ragging that dilettante of a film director whose name escapes me at the moment. My fear is that our lovely guests might pick up on the dissonance and frenzy wafting through the air.” Haley looked up from where she was stacking lobster salad tea sandwiches on three-tiered trays. “You mean bad vibes?” Haley was sylphlike and blond, cute as a button, and in her early twenties—still easily impressionable. “Precisely,” Drayton said. Theodosia glanced out the window over the sink and saw Nadine rushing around, waving her arms, looking as if she were jacked up on an entire bottle of