The Chocolate Cat Caper (Chocoholic Mystery Series #1)

The Chocolate Cat Caper (Chocoholic Mystery Series #1)

by JoAnna Carl

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After giving up her career as a Texas trophy wife, 28-year-old Lee McKinney finds herself in a Michigan resort town, keeping the books for her Aunt Nettie’s luxury chocolate business. But she soon finds that her new life isn’t all truffles and bonbons...

Clementine Ripley, the defense attorney everyone loves to hate, is throwing a party that calls for several thousand dollars worth of custom chocolates—some made in the image of her champion cat. Lee jumps at the job, but sweet success takes a bitter turn when someone adds and extra ingrediant—cyanide—to one of their delicious chocolates and it finds its way into Ms. Ripley’s mouth. Now it’s up to Lee to figure out who tampered with Aunt Nettie’s recipe before they find themselves behind not-so-chocolate bars.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780451205568
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/05/2002
Series: Chocoholic Mystery Series , #1
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 508,994
Product dimensions: 4.22(w) x 6.74(h) x 0.66(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

JoAnna Carl is the pseudonym for a multipublished mystery writer. She is the national bestselling author of the Chocoholic Mysteries. She spent more than twenty-five years in the newspaper business as a reporter, feature writer, editor, and columnist. She holds a degree in journalism from the University of Oklahoma and also studied in the OU Professional Writing Program. She lives in Oklahoma but summers in Michigan.

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The Chocolate Cat Caper

By JoAnna Carl

New American Library

Copyright © 2002 Eve K. Sandstrom.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 0451205561

Chapter One

"Every town has a crooked lawyer," I said. "But even crooks have the right to buy chocolate."

"Clementine Ripley isn't our town's crooked lawyer," Aunt Nettie said scornfully. "Clementine Ripley is just a crooked summer visitor. And I'd be a lot happier if she kept her crookedness elsewhere."

"We can't refuse her business."

"We can refuse if we're not going to get paid."

"Oh, I'll make sure we'll get our money before she gets her chocolate."

Aunt Nettie knotted her solid fists on her solid hips and stood solidly on her solid legs. Solid is definitely the word for Jeanette TenHuis. Even her thick hair, blond streaked with gray, with its natural curl firmly controlled by a food-service hairnet, looked substantial and dependablehair that wouldn't stand for any nonsense. She is five-foot-four and may weigh 175, but she doesn't look fat. She looks like a granite statue hewn by a sculptor who got tired of chiseling all the excess stone off a big block, so he just whacked a little around the edges, then polished the whole thing smooth and shiny.

But if I compared Aunt Nettie to one of the delectable chocolates she makes, I'd say she was a Frangelico truffle (described in her sales material as, "Hazelnut interior with milk chocolate coating, sprinkled with nougat."). In other words, she's firm outside, but soft at the heart and has a slightly nutty flavor. When I left the guy I sometimes refer to as Rich Gottrocks and gave up my career as a trophy wife, all my other relatives told me how stupid I was. Aunt Nettie offered me room, board, and a job running the business side of her chocolate shop and factory while I studied for the CPA exam.

Of course, after a couple of days of working on her books, I saw she wasn't being merely philanthropic. My uncle's death eighteen months earlier had thrown her into a financial hole I hoped was temporary, and she needed a cheap manager. But I needed a place where nobody knew my ex-husband, a place to lie low and gather energy for a new attack on life. So we made a good pair.

Soft center or no, Aunt Nettie was quite capable of refusing to sell chocolates to Clementine Ripley, even if it cost her money. It was my job to keep her from doing that, so I spoke firmly. "Listen, Aunt Nettie, when you brought me back to Warner Pier, you said the business side of TenHuis Chocolade was my responsibility. And the business side can't stand for you to snub a two-thousand-dollar order. That would buy a bunch of all-natural ingredients. So load those chocolates up."

She rolled her round blue eyes, and I knew I'd won. "All right, Lee," she said. "But you'll have to deliver them. I won't speak civilly to Clementine Ripley."


"And you'll have to use your minivan. Because of the air-conditioning."

"I'll be glad to," I said. "Maybe I'll get a look inside that house."

"And make sure we get our money!"

"Cross my heart."

I watched while Aunt Nettie loaded six giant silver trays with handmade truffles and bonbons and with fruits dipped in chocolate coating for Clementine Ripley. Candies in dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate; strawberries and dried apricots half covered with dark chocolate; fresh raspberries mounted on disks of white chocolate and drizzled with milk chocolateshe arranged them into swirling designs of yummy. Each type of truffle or bonbon was decorated in a different way or came in a different shape. A dark chocolate pyramid was coffee-flavored. The white-chocolate-covered truffle with milk chocolate stripes was almond-flavored, its milk chocolate interior flavored with Amaretto. The oval bonbon, made of dark chocolate and decorated with a flower, had a cherry-flavored filling. This went on through sixteen different kinds of truffles and bonbons.

When I'd worked behind the counter as a teenager, I'd known them all. Now I could identify only a few, but that didn't matter. All were genuine luxury chocolatesno jellies or chewy caramels or hard centersand every flavor could lift me into a state of ecstasy. Aunt Nettie's chocolates were guaranteed to wow the guests at the fund-raiser Clementine Ripley was sponsoring for the Great Lakes Animal Rescue League. It was a big event, or so the Warner Pier weekly had claimed. Guests were coming from Chicago and Detroitall carrying big checks for the Rescue League.

I snagged an Amaretto truffle Aunt Nettie hadn't placed on a tray yet and bit into it, savoring every sweet, almond-flavored morsel. Every TenHuis Chocolade employee is allowed two free chocolates each working daya perk I found more pleasant than a company car would have been.

When the first tray was completely filled, Aunt Nettie covered it with plastic wrap, and I picked it up and carried it toward the alley, where I had parked.

"Start the air-conditioning!" Aunt Nettie said.

"I will, I will! I'm not taking a chance on having a couple of thousand dollars' worth of chocolate melt all over my van."

Warner Pier's summer weather is usually balmy. People come here to get away from the heat elsewhere in the Midwest. Most Warner Pier folks don't bother to have air-conditioned cars, and many

including Aunt Nettiedon't even have air-conditioned houses, though she keeps the chocolate shop and workroom chilly. But the lakeshore does have a few really hot muggy days each summer, and this happened to be one of them.

In Texas, we've all given up trying to live without air-conditioning and it's installed everywherein houses, offices, industrial plants, cars, trucks, and tractors. My used van had a Texas tag and enough Texas air-conditioning to keep chocolate from melting in any temperature the Great Lakes region was likely to hand out.

I went back and forth out the back door, sliding the trays onto the floor of the van, making sure each tray was wedged firmly. Aunt Nettie didn't get a lot of orders for trays already arranged, but when she did, she wanted them to look artistic. She always arranged them herself, without the help of any of the "hairnet ladies," who were also bustling around the workroom.

These chocolates looked gorgeous. Aunt Nettie carried the last tray out, and I put it in the floor of the front seat. Then I looked at the array and sighed. "They're almost too beautiful to eat."

Aunt Nettie gave a satisfied snort. "They'll eat them," she said. "Now I'll get the cats, and you can go."

While Aunt Nettie went to the storage room, I popped into the rest room off the break room and freshened up. I had to duck to see the top of my head in the mirror; I got a tall gene from both the Texas side and the Michigan Dutch side of my family, so I'm just a shade under six feet. I tucked my chocolate-brown shirt with the TenHuis Chocolade logo into my khaki slacks. I rebrushed my hairwhitish-blond like the Michigan sideand clipped it into a barrette on the back of my neck. Then I added the merest touch of mascara, tinted faintly green like my Texas hazel eyes. I wiped my mouth and put on a new coat of medium pink lipstick. It was nice to look like myself again. Mr. Gottrocks, whose name was actually Richard Godfrey, always liked me to wear bright red lipstick and big hair, but I'd left the glamour behind with my wedding ring.

As I came out Aunt Nettie was arranging the last of Clementine Ripley's special order of cat-shaped candies onto a smaller silver tray. I admired these, too. Each about three inches high, they were made of solid white chocolate, formed in a mold specially ordered from the Netherlands. They had been hand-detailed with milk chocolate glaze and colored chocolate, so that the blue eyes and the light brown markings of the cats mimicked the photo Clementine Ripley had provided of her Birman male, Champion Myanmar Chocolate Yonkers. To a non-cat-fancier like me, Yonkers looked as if a Siamese cat had decided to let his hair grow. He had immensely fluffy Persian-like fur, but had the delicate light brown paws, ears, nose, and tail of a Siamese.

Even to a non-cat-fancier, Yonkers was a beautiful creature, and his chocolate replicas looked scrumptious on their silver dish. "Gorgeous!" I said.

Aunt Nettie wrapped the dish with a huge sheet of food-service Saran, then picked up a small white box tied with blue ribbon from the table behind her. "Here are the samples," she said.

"Samples? For me?"

"No! For Clementine Ripley. I don't want my display ruined. So I packed a few extra chocolates for her to sample. I wrote her name on top."

I laughed. "Maybe you'd better send an extra cat, so she won't get into those either."

"There's a cat in there. Amaretto truffles are her favorite, though. She buys those every time she comes in. So I sent a half dozen. But I'd better get my money!"

"No check, no chocolate. I talked to her assistantMs. McCoy?and she assured me she'd have the money ready."

"Good girl!"

I shook my finger at Aunt Nettie. "And unlike some other peopleI'm sticking to it. Not a chocolate comes out of the van until I have that check."

Aunt Nettie smiled sheepishly. She's much too understanding and patient. A year earlier she had let Clementine Ripley have chocolates for her big benefit party on credit. But in the offhand way of the really rich, Ms. Ripley neglected to pass on the invoice in a timely manner to the person who paid her bills. It was several months before Aunt Nettie got her money. This year we weren't going to let that happen.

I'd insisted that Clementine Ripley use a credit card, but that hadn't worked either. Now I'd arranged to get a check when the chocolates were delivered.

I checked to be sure I had the invoice, slung my purse over my shoulder, and took the tray of cats to the van. I was settled behind the wheel when Aunt Nettie ran out, waving. "Wait! Take these."

I rolled down the window, letting out valuable air-conditioned air, and took what she handed mea dispenser box containing a few pairs of plastic food-service gloves.

"In case any of the chocolates shift, use these to move them back in place."

"I'll drive slow and steady," I said. "And I'll try not to say anything stupid, either."

Aunt Nettie laughed. "You're not stupid, Lee," she said. Bless her heart. I hope she's right, but not everybody agrees with her. She waved as I drove off.

Nothing's very far away from anything else in Warner Pier. Clementine Ripley's overly dramatic showplace home on the cliff at Warner Point was only two miles from TenHuis Chocolade, located on Fifth Street between Peach and Pear Avenues.

I pulled out of the alley and very gently turned onto Peach Street, then followed that a block to Dock Street, the pride of Warner Pier. Dock Street has been turned into a real attractiona mile of marinas, all crammed with boats and yachts in the summer. And dividing the street from the marinas is a mile-long parka narrow series of green spaces, gazebos, and wooden walkways. Boaters can dock at a Warner Pier marina, then walk across the park to reach a business district filled with good restaurants, antique and gift shops, art galleries, trendy and expensive clothing storesand the occasional specialty shop like TenHuis Chocolade. It's pretty neat, or so we Warner Pier merchants think. I followed Dock Street, driving slowly because of the chocolates and because of the tourists who roamed the streets, until I was out of the business district.

The older residential neighborhoods of Warner Pier were designed by Norman Rockwell in 1946. At least, my mother always claims she grew up on the cover of an old Saturday Evening Post magazine. The town looks as if it's under a glass dome. Just shake us, and it snows on the white Victorians, Craftsman bungalows, and modified Queen Anne cottages and on their lush, old-fashioned gardens.

Warner Pier lies along the Warner River, not far upstream from the spot where the river enters Lake Michigan. In the 1830s, settlerssome from the Netherlands and some from New Englandsaw a chance to make money by cutting down all the native timber. With those trees gone, the next generation planted replacements, but they concentrated on fruit trees, and Warner Pier became a center for production of "Michigan Gold," which was the early-day promoters' nickname for peaches. By 1870 Warner Pier had become a town of prosperous fruit growers and ship ownerssolid citizens with enough money to build the substantial Victorian houses that today are being gentrified into summer homes or into bed-and-breakfast inns. Warner Pier is still a fruit-producing center, but today a lot of the area's "Michigan Gold" comes from tourists and summer residents.

I followed the curves of Dock Street to the showplace home of Clementine Ripley, one of Warner Pier's most famous summer visitors. Most summer people come for the beaches and Victorian ambiance, but Ms. Ripley seemed to have come seeking seclusion. Several years earlier she had acquired ten acres of prime property on top of a bluff overlooking the Warner River, right at the point where it entered Lake Michigan. She built a low stone house that appeared to be about two blocks long, with a tower slumped at one end. That tower was apparently based on an abstract idea of a lighthouseor maybe planned as a squatty version of the Washington Monument. It was known to boaters up and down the lake as "the sore thumb," because that's what it stuck out like.

The house might be highly visible from the lake, but it was not inviting. Signs warning boaters and swimmers to keep away were posted along the shore. Guards and a high brick wall kept Clementine Ripley private and protected from the land side.

Clementine might well need protection, and from more than prying eyes. Her office was in Chicago, but she had a national practice in criminal law. As one of the nation's toughest defense lawyers, she'd kept a series of high-profile clients out of prison on charges that ranged from fraud to murder. Not a few peoplewitnesses she'd shredded on the stand, prosecutors she'd made look like circus clowns, former clients and their victims, plus the tabloid presshad it in for Clementine Ripley. Even sainted Aunt Nettie, who loved everybody else in the world, didn't like her. She hadn't told me why, but her feelings seemed to be deeper than a payment problem.

So Clementine Ripley might need her guards, I told myself as I drove up to the metal security gate. The gate was probably eight feet high, and its grill seemed to snarl. I wouldn't have touched it on a bet; the thing looked as if it would carry thousands of volts of electricity. I stopped by the intercom mounted on a post and punched a button on its face, feeling as if I was about to order a hamburger and fries.

A disembodied voice answered, "Yes?"

"Lee McKinney, with a delivery from TenHuis Chocolade."

"Just follow the drive up to the house," the voice said.

The gate slid sideways, and I drove on in, almost frightened of what might happen once I was behind the brick wall and in the area controlled by Clementine Ripley.

There was nothing scary in there, of course, unless you find deep woods threatening. But the undergrowth in these particular woods was largely cleared out, and ahead I could see the long stone house, its tower leaning like a drunken troll. I drove on slowlystill remembering my fragile cargoand I coasted around the circular drive and came to a halt in front of the wide flagstone steps.

On the steps was a hulking manbroad and tall. Ripley.

Excerpted from The Chocolate Cat Caper by JoAnna Carl. Copyright © 2002 by Eve K. Sandstrom. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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“As delectable as a rich chocolate truffle…satisfies to the last prized morsel.” —Carolyn Hart

“A delicious new series! Feisty young heroine Lee McKinney is a delight in this chocolate treat.” —Tamar Myers

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The Chocolate Cat Caper (Chocoholic Series #1) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Overall i enjoyed this book but at times it was slow. The characters were different but interesting-but the problem with speeking got annoying to read. It was a nice, light read.
nmhale on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Since I love mysteries, and I love chocolate, I thought this series would be a quick fit. To my surprise, I was not that impressed. The story and characters did not grab me. The book is about Lee McKinney, a recent divorcee who has moved in with her aunt to help her run her chocolate shop. When one of their specialty chocolates kills someone with a little extra dose of arsenic mixed in, Lee decides to find the real killer so her aunt doesn't take the blame. The writing was average. Carl kept the plot moving forward and did an adequate job of building suspense, but the descriptions were too heavy-handed at times, and most of the secondary characters were not fleshed out. I also guessed who the killer was very, very early in the novel, which is always a let down to me when I read mysteries. The descriptions of the chocolate cooking, while they did make me want to eat candy, did not add much to the story. I know that there is a whole collection of what you could call food mysteries, and this was the first book I read that would fall into that category. Maybe this type of mystery just isn't for me, or maybe it's the particular series I don't like. I'm willing to try out some other authors that write in this vein, but I'm done with the Chocoholic series.
TheLibraryhag on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Following her divorce, Lee returns to Michigan and the love of her aunt Nettie while she tries to get her life back in order. Nettie owns a luxury chocolate shop in the small tourist town. When a customer dies after eating a chocolate laces with Cyanide, Lee feels that she must get involved in the investigation to protect her aunt, herself and and the reputation of the shop. This is a charming book. The first person narration is very chatty and readable. The characters are well developed and likeable. There is just a touch of romance. This is a very traditional cozy but unlike many cozies, the mystery is very good. The only problem I had was that the descriptions of the chocolates left me with a need for a late night candy fix.
koalamom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Cute book. Fast read. Didn't get the culprit till the end. Murder with chocolate - a great concept. Can't wait to get to read the next one. Thanks to Amytrosclair who suggested it to me. Loved the bits of chocolate facts. You get an education and a good read.
cyderry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Lee McKinney had spent summers with her Aunt Nettie growing up and learning the chocolate making/business-side so when she needed a place to get back on an even keel after a messy divorce, her sweet aunt took her in. After making a chocolate delivery to a prestigious lawyer, Lee returns to the lawyer's residence later to help out a friend by assisting in the catering for a charity event. Before the guests start to arrive, however, the lawyer suddenly keels over poisoned by a Chocolate truffle delivered earlier.Lee feels that she needs to do everything possible to protect her aunt who not only handmade the truffle and specifically sent the package to the lawyer but also blamed the lawyer for her husband's death. Motive, opportunity were there so Lee sets out to prove her aunt innocent before she is arrested. The main characters were very likeable and the story was cleverly crafted around the marvelous miniature Chocolate store and I will be looking forward to seeing how these characters change and grow in the future books of this series.
nsjlh on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I liked several things about this book. I liked the setting of this book which was in a small town where a lot of the residents had landed after being in larger cities, if not metropolitan areas. However, when the crime happened, they definitely had reporters show up and bombard the town and chocolate store. How did Lee and her Aunt handle them? With chocolate of course!! I liked the chocolate factory. When the author describes the workers that help her and her aunt with the chocolates, I felt like it was larger than I had first pictured. However, I think the aunt makes a lot of the specialty items and the workers do the easier chocolates as there is a talent to chocolate making. I know because it consumes my life the two full days after Thanksgiving making 80 to 90 lbs. of handmade chocolates.Verdict: Not a bad book. It kept pace real well and I very much enjoyed the ending. How annoying though that Lee keeps saying the wrong word. Don't know that I like that very well. It wasn't like she would just say it once in a while, or when she was nervous, it was just in weird situations. Maybe didn¿t add anything to the character. I don¿t know, I will definitely read another story in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
Lee has moved up to Michigan to help her aunt run the family gourmet chocolate business. But when a famous defense lawyer is killed while eating one of their chocolates, Lee has to find the killer. Very light, but a very fun read with great characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Light and clever!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I? was looking for something light to read and this fit the bill. Well written and entertaining, I? look forward to more by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series. I read the latest book in the series first and really got into it. The word jumble thing was a bit much and being a dyslexic myself seemed to be added for comic relief. I enjoyed the chocolate trivia and the
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If you enjoy reading mysteries with a touch of humor, then you'll enjoy JoAnna Carl's books.
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DaleneH More than 1 year ago
I liked several things about this book. I liked the setting of this book which was in a small town where a lot of the residents had landed after being in larger cities, if not metropolitan areas. However, when the crime happened, they definitely had reporters show up and bombard the town and chocolate store. How did Lee and her Aunt handle them? With chocolate of course!! I liked the chocolate factory. When the author describes the workers that help her and her aunt with the chocolates, I felt like it was larger than I had first pictured. However, I think the aunt makes a lot of the specialty items and the workers do the easier chocolates as there is a talent to chocolate making. I know because it consumes my life the two full days after Thanksgiving making 80 to 90 lbs. of handmade chocolates. Verdict: Not a bad book. It kept pace real well and I very much enjoyed the ending. How annoying though that Lee keeps saying the wrong word. Don't know that I like that very well. It wasn't like she would just say it once in a while, or when she was nervous, it was just in weird situations. Maybe didn’t add anything to the character. I don’t know, I will definitely read another story in the series.
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Guest More than 1 year ago read silly books unless you have a child on your lap! I decided that the main character and her speech impediment was too anoying to continue and I was only on page 18. This is supposed to be a mature young woman, divorced and preparing for her CPA license and she couldn't talk to customers without getting tongue tied and blushing. And by the way, there is absolutely no comparison between this author and Janet Evanovich.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a light mystery (along the lines of Evanovich, Braun, or Chiaverini)you will enjoy this book. It's light and entertaining reading . . . but there are authors that I would recommend before this one (see above). The writing seems stilted and I found the author's decision to have her lead character have a tongue tied problem is just irritating . . . almost like she needed something to make the book just a little longer so she threw in extra lines just to extend the book a little more. Having said all that, hailing from Michigan and having many childhood memories of vacations on Lake Michigan in the Holland area, I also wished for more descriptions of the area . . . I didn't feel like I was there.
Mirager More than 1 year ago
The speech problem was so annoying that I didn't get past the 2nd chapter.