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'Tis the season for trimming the tree, caroling, baking cookies, and curling up by the Yuletide waiting for Santa to drop down the chimney. But in this festive collection of holiday whodunits, murder is also paying a visit. 

"Candy Cane Murder" by Joanne Fluke

When a trail of candy canes leads to a corpse outfitted in a Santa suit on a snowy bank, Hannah Swensen sets out to discover who killed Kris Kringle. 

"The Dangers of Candy Canes" by Laura Levine

A wealthy suburbanite takes a lethal tumble off his roof while installing a giant candy cane. Now it's up to Jaine Austen to sift through a long list of scheming neighbors with dirty secrets in their stockings to expose a murderer.

"Candy Canes of Christmas Past" by Leslie Meier

Lucy Stone must learn the mystery of a glass candy cane that was found smashed to bits by a corpse's body to unlock the doors of Christmas past—and find a killer who got away with murder.

Whether a gift for yourself or that special someone on your list, there's no better way to spend the holidays than with these tantalizing mysteries of murder. 

Includes more than 10 luscious holiday recipes!

"Like a box of holiday chocolates, this recipe-studded assortment gives all readers a crack at their favorites." —Kirkus Reviews

"Entertaining . . . a sweet holiday treat for mystery lovers." —Publishers Weekly

"Delicious . . . will have your mouth watering." —Romantic Times

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780758276896
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 10/01/2013
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 53,662
Product dimensions: 6.72(w) x 4.20(h) x 1.17(d)

About the Author

Laura Levine is a comedy writer whose television credits include The Bob Newhart Show, Laverne & Shirley, The Love Boat, The Jeffersons, Three's Company, and Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. Her work has been published in The Washington Post and The Los Angeles Times. She lives in Los Angeles, and is currently working on the next Jaine Austen mystery. Readers can reach her at, or her website:

Joanne Fluke is the New York Times bestselling author of the Hannah Swensen mysteries, which include Double Fudge Brownie Murder, Blackberry Pie Murder, Cinnamon Roll Murder, and the book that started it all, Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder. That first installment in the series premiered as Murder, She Baked: A Chocolate Chip Cookie Mystery on the Hallmark Movies’ Mysteries Channel. Like Hannah Swensen, Joanne Fluke was born and raised in a small town in rural Minnesota, but now lives in Southern California. Please visit her online at

Leslie Meier is the New York Times bestselling author of over twenty Lucy Stone mysteries and has also written for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine. She is currently at work on the next Lucy Stone mystery. Readers can visit her website at

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Candy Cane Murder



Copyright © 2007 Joanne Fluke
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-3688-3


It was a dream, one of those bizarre fantasies she'd laugh about when she woke up. But not even in her worst nightmare had Hannah Swensen ever imagined she'd be transformed into an elf.

"Are you ready, Aunt Hannah?"

It wasn't a dream. That was Tracey's voice. Hannah mouthed a word she hoped wasn't in her six-year-old niece's vocabulary and then she answered the question. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes, honey."

The holiday season calls for a generosity of spirit, Hannah reminded herself as she pulled on bright green tights and struggled into the matching tunic top. The bottom hem of the tunic had long points of cloth attached like screaming red pennants hanging down around her waist. Each one was tipped with a jingle bell, so if by some miracle someone failed to notice her, the bells would announce her presence.

Her footwear was next. Hannah pulled on slippers with rollup toes in a shade of red so bright it hurt her eyes. She topped it all off with a pointed cap with more jingle bells in the same brilliant red, and avoided the mirror with the same dedication Transylvanian villagers had used to ward off vampires.

"Aunt Hannah?"

"I'm almost ready, Tracey."

"What's the matter? You sound funny."

"Elves are supposed to sound funny, aren't they?" Hannah tugged down the bright red points on her tunic. Perhaps it would stretch out and fit a little better.

"I guess. Better hurry, Aunt Hannah. It's six-five-six and Santa's supposed to be here at seven-oh-oh."

"Right." Hannah gave a fleeting thought to how much she missed the big hands and little hands on analog watches and risked a glance in the mirror. Her image hadn't changed for the better. The red of her hair was engaged in a full-scale war with the red of her cap, women who were more than two pounds overweight should avoid form-fitting tunics with bells that called attention to their figure faults, and with the possible exception of those who had fitness club memberships and actually used them, women over thirty should be wary about skipping in public. It was Santa who was supposed to jiggle like a bowlful of jelly, not her!

"Aunt Hannah?"

"Coming." Hannah tore her eyes away from the wreckage of her self-esteem. If a dozen determined designers had gotten together for the sole purpose of creating an outfit that would be most unflattering for her, they couldn't have done a better job. She took a deep breath, grabbed the basket of miniature candy canes she would strew like rose petals in Santa's wake, and opened the dressing room door.

All thoughts of how dreadful she looked were erased as she caught sight of Tracey's beaming face. Playing Santa's elf for an hour wouldn't kill her. And since the large silver basket she was carrying had to contain at least a thousand miniature candy canes, there was an upside to the evening. She'd have plenty of candy left over to make Chocolate Candy Cane Cookies at The Cookie Jar, her bakery and coffee shop, tomorrow.

"You're perfect, Aunt Hannah!" Tracey said, taking her aunt's hand. "All the kids are going to love you."

And with that vote of supreme confidence, Hannah and her niece headed for the temporary stage that had been erected in the dining room of the Lake Eden Inn to wait for Santa to arrive.

"I see Mom!" Tracey said, peeking through the crack in the curtain. "And Aunt Michelle's there, too. They're getting the kids lined up."

Hannah walked over to take a look. She spotted her two younger sisters waiting in line with the children from the Winnetka County Children's Home. They had been bussed out for an early dinner and a gift from Wayne Bergstrom, who was playing Santa tonight. The children would go back to the Home right after their visit with Santa and then the adult Christmas party would begin.

Tracey glanced at her watch. "It's seven-one-three and Santa Wayne isn't here yet. I wonder why he's late."

"I don't know," Hannah answered, "but make sure you don't call him Santa Wayne in front of the kids. You know that Wayne is one of Santa's temporary helpers at Christmas time, but the other kids don't."

"Don't worry, Aunt Hannah. I won't tell."

Hannah took another peek through the slit in the curtains. The children in line were beginning to fidget. If Wayne didn't get here soon, Michelle and Andrea would have an insurrection on their hands.

And then it happened. Both Hannah and Tracey began to smile as they heard sleigh bells in the distance. From previous Christmas parties at the Lake Eden Inn, Hannah knew that Wayne carried a half-dozen sleigh bells attached to a red leather strap. They usually resided in one of the big patch pockets of his Santa costume, but he took them out when he came in the kitchen door and jingled them to build anticipation for his arrival, and as a signal for his elf to join him in the kitchen.

Hannah took one last look at the line of children. All talking, coughing, and wiggling had ceased. Instead there was silence, perfect stillness of voice and body, large and small. And every face wore an expectant smile. Santa was coming and even the teenagers who had seemed so jaded and blasé only moments before were now caught in the grips of heady expectancy.

"Better take your place, Tracey," Hannah whispered, giving her niece a little push toward the thronelike chair where Wayne would sit. Since some of the little ones had been afraid of the big, red-suited man with the white fur and the booming voice in years past, Sally had asked Tracey to stand next to Santa and reassure them.

When Tracey had taken up her position, looking like an angel with her shining blond hair and white velvet dress, Hannah gave a little wave and headed off to the kitchen. Her least favorite part of the evening was about to begin, the part where she skipped behind Santa and scattered cellophane-wrapped candy canes as he wound his way through the crowded dining room and up the steps to the stage. When Santa reached the top step, the curtains would open to reveal Tracey, Santa's throne, and the huge decorated Christmas tree. And once Wayne was seated and his elf had navigated the steps and taken her place by the Christmas tree, Michelle and Andrea would bring the children up, one by one, to greet Santa and receive their presents.

When she pushed open the swinging kitchen door, Hannah spotted Santa Wayne at the counter, perched on a tall stool and drinking something in a cup. Sally stood next to him, frowning.

"Something's wrong?" Hannah asked her, and it came out more statement than question. Of course something was wrong. Sally wouldn't be frowning if everything were perfectly all right.

"Wayne's got laryngitis and my hot peppermint tea isn't working. We're afraid he'll scare the kids when he talks to them."

Hannah realized that was possible, especially if Santa sounded gruff. "I could make an announcement."

"What kind of announcement?" Santa Wayne asked in a rasping voice that left no question about his ability to speak in normal tones.

"I could tell the kids that you ran into some thick fog over Greenland and you had to sing 'Jingle Bells' really loud so your voice would bounce off the ice caps and Donner and Blitzen wouldn't fly into them."

"That's the dumbest thing I ever heard!" Santa Wayne rasped.

Hannah shrugged. "I know, but I think it'll work. Do you want me to do it?" Santa Wayne and Sally exchanged glances. "I guess it's better than nothing," he said, settling the question.

Smile. Scatter left, scatter right, Hannah told herself, trying not to pant as she skipped. She'd only covered about half the distance and she was already out of breath, puffing faster than the caterpillar smoking a hookah in Tracey's volume of Alice in Wonderland.

Uh-oh! There was Mike, her sometime boyfriend! Hannah put on the best smile she could muster and tried to pretend she was having the time of her life. The fact that those portions of her anatomy she often wished were smaller and firmer were bouncing up and down and sideways like a loose bar of soap in a shower stall didn't help. No one who saw her could possibly call her graceful. The best she could hope for was that they might consider her a good sport.

Only a few more yards to go. Hannah concentrated on skipping forward and peppering her audience with candy canes. At least she'd finally figured out why the green leggings she wore were called tights. It was because they were tight. Extremely tight. So very tight that she felt like a sausage about to split open on a blazing hot barbecue grill.

The ordeal was almost over and Hannah stopped to toss another few candy canes as Wayne climbed the steps to the stage. Then the curtains opened and the audience applauded as he gave Tracey a smile and sat down in his chair. He patted his knee, and Tracey climbed on to whisper in his ear. It was a sweet and heartwarming scene, and Hannah was grateful that everyone in the audience was watching Santa with Tracey as she climbed the steps to the stage and took her place to do what her Grandma Ingrid had always called speak her piece.

"Santa almost didn't make it tonight," Hannah spoke the words she'd been rehearsing in her head, "so let's give him a big round of applause to show how glad we are he made it here to the Lake Eden Inn."

The audience broke into loud applause and once it had diminished in volume, Hannah continued with her story. "Did you know that there was an awful storm at the North Pole when Santa started his Christmas journey?"

"No!" several children shouted, and Hannah gave them a smile. "There was, believe me. Santa didn't think he was going to make it, but do you know what he did?"

"No!" This time the response was louder and Hannah went into her story about the polar ice caps and the fog as heavy as green pea soup. "So Santa had to sing all the way to the coast of Newfoundland to keep his reindeer from crashing into the ice caps. And he sang so loudly and so long, he strained his voice."

The younger children in line were nodding gravely. They'd believed her, just as she'd known they would. "Would you like to hear how funny Santa sounds?" she asked.

There was a clamor of yeses and not all of them came from the children. Some of the adults were getting into the spirit of the evening, too.

"Would you please say Ho Ho Ho for us, Santa?" she requested, turning toward him.

"Ho, Ho, Ho!" Santa Wayne exclaimed hoarsely, and some of the children giggled. That drew a good-natured laugh from the adults and Hannah figured she'd done her part. There was only one more thing to mention. "So you won't be afraid of Santa's scratchy voice, will you?" "No!" several children shouted and almost all of them shook their heads. Her mission was accomplished and Hannah skipped over to take her place next to the mound of color-coded presents. The Santa, Tracey, and Elf Show was about to begin.

Hannah and Tracey knew the drill. They'd even rehearsed it with Sally. Hannah would hand Tracey the appropriate present, Tracey would carry it to Santa, and Santa would give it to the child on his lap. Norman Rhodes, Hannah's other boyfriend, would snap a picture for posterity. Then Michelle would escort the child to the rear of the line as Andrea brought the next child forward.

The smallest children were at the front of the line and Hannah studied the mound of presents. They were arranged by age group. All she had to do was work from left to right and everyone would get an age-appropriate present. The packages were also color coded. If they were wrapped with gold and green paper, they were for the girls. The boys got presents wrapped with silver and red paper.

The next few minutes were busy. Hannah chose the gifts, Tracey gave them to Santa, and Santa presented them. The children were delighted and Hannah was really getting into the spirit of the season by the time she picked up the last present. It was over. And she hadn't died of mortification. Perhaps the mirror in Sally's dressing room had waved the wrong way and caused her to look larger than she actually was. And perhaps all that skipping had jumbled her brain and affected her ability to separate reality from wishful thinking.

There was standing applause as the children, all of them clutching their presents, were led out the door to their waiting bus. And then the curtains closed and Hannah fanned herself with her tasseled cap. Except for a few dropped candy canes and one toddler who would absolutely not sit on Santa's lap and screamed bloody murder despite Tracey's, Hannah's, Andrea's, Michelle's, and Santa's best efforts, all had gone smoothly.

Sally was waiting for them in the wings and she handed Santa Wayne another cup of hot tea. "That was even better than last year! Sip some tea, Wayne. Your throat must hurt from talking to the kids."

"Thanks. Hurts." His voice was as scratchy as sandpaper and he gave a rattling cough.

"I don't like the sound of that," Sally told him. And then she turned to Hannah and Tracey. "You were wonderful, Tracey. And Hannah ... your speech about Santa's sore throat was just the thing."

"Whatever," Hannah said, waving off the compliment even though she thought it had been pretty good herself.

"Here's your receipt for the presents, Wayne." Sally passed him a folded sheet of paper. "Mayor Bascomb did it through the Lake Eden Boosters this year."

"My receipt?"

"You know, the one you need for your corporate taxes. Mayor Bascomb said to tell your accounting department that the Boosters got their nonprofit status in June last year. He'll fax you a copy of the paperwork for your files."

"Right." He shoved the receipt in his pocket and turned to Hannah. "I'll need the rest of that candy. I'm playing Santa at the store tomorrow."

What a cheapskate! Hannah thought. And being a cheapskate was probably how rich people got rich in the first place. Wayne Bergstrom owned Bergstrom's Department Store, the busiest and most profitable retailer at the Tri-County Mall. He had displays of miniature candy canes at every checkout counter, the tubs stacked one on top of the other like red and white striped pyramids. There was no reason he needed to take what Hannah had come to think of as her leftovers.

"Here," Hannah said, handing over the basket.

"It's her basket," he said, gesturing to Sally. "Dump the candy in my pocket." Then he held open one of the massive pockets on the jacket of his Santa suit, and waited for Hannah to dump them in.

"I'll drop off the elf costume at the store tomorrow unless you want it now," Hannah told him. "It'll only take me a couple of minutes to change."

"Keep it. We couldn't sell it anyway now that you stretched it out. You can use it again next year."

"No flying pigs around here," Hannah muttered just under her breath, and she was rewarded by a startled chortle from Sally. When Sally had asked her if she would be Wayne's regular elf for future Christmas parties at the Lake Eden Inn, Hannah had responded with, Sure, when pigs fly!

With Sally struggling to maintain her composure, Hannah was just searching around for a topic of polite conversation when Sally's husband, Dick, walked up.

"Good job, Wayne." Dick clapped him on the back. "The kids loved you. Go change out of your suit and I'll mix you a Peppermint Martini."

"Tempting, but not tonight," he answered in his husky voice. "Got to rest my throat."

"Hot water, honey, and lemon," Hannah advised him. "It's like making hot lemonade. Then pour in a little brandy and top it off with grated nutmeg."

"Does the brandy help?" he asked her, clearing his throat with obvious difficulty.

"Not really. Your throat still hurts just as much, but after three or four cups, you don't care anymore."


Hannah's 1st Note: These recipes are from Richella and Priscilla, Dick Laughlin's bartenders at the Lake Eden Inn. Dick says if you don't have martini glasses, you should run right out and buy them. Both Dick and Sally swear that these martinis taste a hundred percent better in martini glasses.

5 ounces good grade vodka
2 ounces white crème d'menthe
½ ounce peppermint schnapps

Combine in a shaker and shake with ice. Strain into two martini glasses and garnish with miniature candy canes hooked over the rims of the glasses.


Hannah's 2nd Note: Here's the second recipe. You may notice that "pepper" and "mint" are separated in the title. The reason will become obvious when you read the recipe.

6 ounces pepper vodka
2 ounces white crème d'menthe
one fresh sprig of mint

Crush the mint with the back of a spoon. Combine with the other ingredients in a shaker and shake with ice. Strain into two martini glasses and garnish with miniature candy canes hooked over the rims of the glasses.


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Table of Contents


Candy Cane Murder Joanne Fluke,
The Dangers of Candy Canes Laura Levine,
Candy Canes of Christmas Past Leslie Meier,

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kalex253 More than 1 year ago
I liked this favorite was Joanne Fluke, as always. Laura looks promising too. I might like to try a book or two...
bookescapest on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Quick, easy reading that fits nicely between taking out trays of Christmas cookies. A holiday mystery with an amusing cast of characters who you sympathize with immediately. Perfect for the snow evenings, or even on the beach if christmas falls in your summer.
pacey1927 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a collection of three short stories from some of today's most popular "cozy" mystery writers. Headlining "Candy Cane Murder" is Joanne Fluke, known for her Hannah Swenson murder mystery series. Hannah is the owner of a bakery called "The Cookie Jar" and here in the story "Candy Cane Murder" Hannah finds yet another dead body...this time he is a local businessman who is dressed up in a Santa costume. The trail of candy canes leads Hannah to his body. Hannah's story is exactly what Fluke fans should expect by now. Hannah and her friends and neighbors are fun to visit with again, but the murders are too easily resolved to be more than passing entertainment. Honestly, I am starting to get a little annoyed with the Hannah novels. The mysteries aren't very imaginitve anymore and I'm tired of the back and forth between whether Hannah is interested in stable Norman or super hunk Mike. Her sleuthing methods are beyond unbelievable and I'm quite good at suspending disbelief. People just spill their guts out to Hannah, and this just doesn't seem realistic. Not to mention doctors, lawyers, mortician's, etc apparently have never heard of privacy acts...I'd give "Candy Cane Murder" a 2 star review. I was delightfully suprised by Laura Levine's short story "The Danger of Candy Canes". I have never read this author before and I found her heroine Jaine Austin refreshingly spunky, snarky, and sarcastic. She was a hoot. I enjoyed her 'conversations' with her cat, and her diet that was anything but. This is certainly the most 'fleshed' out mystery of the bunch and had the best resolution of the three. Jaine seems to live on the same planet with Hannah in the fact that people just seem to welcome Jaine into their homes and then spill out their guts to her. However this character and the comical situations Jaine finds herself in are original and witty and I can't wait to read more by her. In fact, I've added her first Jaine Austin mystery to my wish list already. This was a strong 4 star story. Yeah! I was looking forward to reading Leslie Meier's entry "Candy Canes of Christmas Past" the most because I haven't read anything she has written previously, but I see her mysteries everywhere. I have been intrigued, but never bought one. This story is a prequel to the "Lucy Stone" mysteries. It takes place in 1983 as their very young family is just starting out in Tinker's Cove, Maine. This is the most heartwarming tale of the three and I feel that the characterizations in this story are its strongest asset. The story is mostly about the young family's house being a disaster, and they are down to their last few dollars in a new town. They have just started meeting people and feel a little out of place. Both Lucy and her husband are just overwhelmed by the new situations they have found themselves in. This story best represents what Christmas is all about as the new neighbors rally together to try to brighten the Stone's holiday. The mysery is almost an afterthought and it truly doesn't ring relevant. Its a fifty year old 'maybe' murder and the way the killer is revealed is super flimsy. Their is no reveal or big peak to the story arc. If all her "Lucy Stone" mysteries are like this, I don't think they will hold much appeal for me. However, I do like the characters and they are certainly not one dimensional as Hannah Swenson and crew have turned out to be. Maybe I need to pick up one or two of them and take a chance. I'd give this 3 stars, it would have been at least 4, if not for the horribly mystery reveal.
cbl_tn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book contains three short mystery novels by different authors -- a Hannah Swensen mystery by Joanne Fluke, a Jaine Austen mystery by Laura Levine, and a Lucy Stone mystery by Leslie Meier. I had read one or two other Hannah Swensen mysteries before, but this was my first introduction to Laura Levine and Leslie Meier. As the title of the collection suggests, candy canes play a role in all three mysteries.The other books I've read in the Hannah Swensen series aren't particularly memorable. I enjoyed them, but not enough to make an effort to seek out more books in the series. I'm really surprised that Hannah's friends and relations all seem to think so highly of her. As soon as she found out about the murder, not only did Hannah jump into full investigative mode, but she also enlisted the help of both of her sisters, her mother, and one or two friends. I would have thought that her policeman brother-in-law would be offended by Hannah's assumption that she and her relations would do a better job at investigating a crime than professionals would do, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I'd give this mystery 3 stars.I didn't care for the Jaine Austen mystery at all. I didn't like Jaine's character, and I doubt I'll pick up another book in this series. I'd give this one 2 stars.I loved the Lucy Stone selection in this book. As her children gather at her Maine home for Christmas, Lucy reminisces about her young family's first Christmas in their home. Lucy's husband, Bill, had given up a prosperous New York career to renovate a run-down house in small town Maine. As Lucy adjusted to small town life and dealt with the homesickness that comes with being away from loved ones during the holidays, she made new friends among the town's residents. One of her new friends, town librarian Miss Tilley, shared some sad memories of the long-ago Christmas Eve when her mother died. Even though the death was ruled accidental, Miss Tilley had always had doubts about it. Lucy became interested in the story and helped her new friend figure out what really led to her mother's death. I liked Lucy's character and I enjoyed the small town setting. I will definitely look for more mysteries in this series. I'd give this one 4 stars.
Romonko on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This would be a great book for a Christmas present for those who love cozy mysteries. It's a collection of three short novellas by three well-known cozy writers and the stories are all about Christmas. I read this mostly because I absolutely love Joanne Fluke and her Hannah Swenson mysteries, and this story called Candy Cane Murder is a good one. We have all our favourites here - Hannah and her sisters, Norman and Mike and of course, Hannah's mother. Like all her stories this one is a page-turner. The story is all about when a local guy dressed as Santa is found dead outside the inn with candy canes everywhere. Of course, Hannah needs to find the killer. The second story is called The Dangers of Candy Canes and is written by Laura Levine. I have not read Laura Levine before, and I don't think I'll make the attempt after reading this book. I found it silly and Jaine Austin (her heroine) is too ditzy for my liking. I did enjoy Ms. Leslie Meier's Candy Canes of Christmas Past though, and I think I will read more about her heroine Lucy Stone. In this book, set at Christmas in 1983, Lucy is trying to solve a decades old murder for a friend of hers in her new home of Tinker's Cove, Maine. I really liked this, and I will definitely add Ms. Meier's name to my to-be read-list.
bearette24 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book comprised 3 mysteries by 3 different authors - Joanne Fluke, Laura Levine and Leslie Meier. While I enjoyed the Fluke and Levine mysteries, the Meier mystery didn't really fit in with the others. Meier doesn't have the humorous, intimate, warm voice that Fluke and Levine have in common. I felt like Meier's mystery was discordant with the others and dragged down the book overall.
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
This novella collection contains three Christmas themed mysteries starring the author's regular series characters. As a fan of the first two, I loved their stories. Leslie's left me a little cold, but I do intend to give her series a try soon.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The stories by Flake and Meier were excellent. They mept my attention and sort of picked up my holiday mood. The one by Laura Levine, however, was terrible. The author seems to have some weird food fetish to the point of just being strange. She also seems to be trying (way too hard) to be the new Janet Evanovich, but she falls short. Instead of clever and funny, she just gets goofy (but not funny at all). I already read Meier and now I will start reading Fluke's Hannah Swenson series, too. Definitely will stay away from Levine though. Stephanie Clanahan
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JamesJohnCudneyIV More than 1 year ago
3 stars to Joanne Fluke's Candy Cane Murder, a short novella edition for the holidays between books 9 and 10 of the "Hannah Swensen" mystery series. Given this is only 100 pages, and just a teaser in between full-length books, I adjusted my expectations, but it still fell a little short for me. I'll keep reading the series, but nothing really changes in the overall series with this book, so if you skip it, not a huge deal. Story Hannah's preparing for Christmas in Lake Eden by volunteering as an elf to help the local department store owner who is playing Santa Claus this season. Unfortunately, he's a bit of a tightwad who rubs some of his employees and the villagers the wrong way. After the mall's Christmas party, Hannah finds him face down on the corner of the street in his Santa suit. It's the tenth body she's found in about two years (yikes, stay away from her!), but still gives her the frights. Is it his new younger wife? Her friendly brother? An angry employee? Or someone else with a grudge? Hannah dives into the investigation behind Mike's back and finds herself right in the middle of mayhem. Of course she survives, but the fun along the way keeps readers in suspense in between her normal shenanigans. Strengths By keeping the count of characters smaller, we are treated to more in-depth relationships among Hannah's sisters and boyfriends (yes, she has a few). The plot has subtle humor and it gives readers readers something to noodle over among the villagers we've come to know and love. And there are good recipes! Suggestions It was rushed and Hannah didn't even pretend to let the police track the killer. It felt too much like writing a long short story to keep fans entertained rather than release a full-length complex story that would make them wait a few extra months. It took me less than 90 minutes and while I was entertained, it was too basic. Final Thoughts If you're just looking to read more about Hannah and don't need a lot of substance in your mystery, then jump on in... but if you want intrigue and complexity and a big ole' candy cane to chew on, don't expect much. Worth the read because Hannah is just a fun character, but go in with your eyes open.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really good book, awesome details
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As usual, Hannah has an interesting way of living and dealing. One should read the entire series in the order of wriing.
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Native66 More than 1 year ago
Excellent !
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I fail to understand WHY some reviewers feel the need to retell the entire story in their "review," thus riuning the book for the rest of us. I guess it makes some people feel more intelligent than they really are by typing a lot of words. Please people...keep your reviews limited to did you or did you not like the book and why. There is absolutely NO reason to type out the whole story. That is the author's job, not yours. Thank you.
PattyannTX More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed the entire series. The characters are interesting and become like friends to the reader. The extra bonus is of course the great recipes in each story. I have made several and they are wonderful.This series is great for those who like a mystery as a relaxing get away.
SusieQTPies More than 1 year ago
This book contains 3 authors; 3 candy cane mysteries. The Joanne Fluke book was the only story that was worth reading. I'm a fan of Hannah, owner of The Cookie Jar, coffee shop and bakery. She is known as Lake Eden, MN's cooking lady who has murder on her menu. In this book she finds Santa dead by a trail of candy canes. The candy canes were in his pocket and it was thought that he had a hole in pocket which is how he was discovered. With more investigating it was soon discovered that the killer actually left a trail of candy canes so the body could be discovered. New tasty recipes for me to try like Candy Cane Bar cookies and Devil's Food Cookies.
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