My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so I rarely see dead people, mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety, aka dead pets, who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom.
Love is in the air and all of Honey Hollow is staring down the barrel of Valentine’s Day. By some stroke of luck I’m taking part in Vermont’s Best Baker competition, and believe me when I say there’s more drama than there are ingredients in the room. But when one baker accuses another of ripping off her sugar cookies things take a turn for the deadly. Add a stalker, an ornery snake, a fluffy white kitten who has an eye for everything that moves—and you have the perfect recipe for murder.
