Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    A Frozen Scoop of Murder: Caesar's Creek Cozy Mystery Series, #1
    A Frozen Scoop of Murder: Caesar's Creek Cozy Mystery Series, #1
    A Frozen Scoop of Murder: Caesar's Creek Cozy Mystery Series, #1
    Ebook122 pages2 hours

    A Frozen Scoop of Murder: Caesar's Creek Cozy Mystery Series, #1

    By Constance Barker

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Tara got more than she bargained for when she opened up The Frozen Scoop ice cream Shoppe in the small town of Caesar’s Creek, Georgia. Newly divorced and disgusted with corporate life, she feels a small town atmosphere is a welcoming change to her prior chaotic life. That is until the town is rocked by murder and mayhem.

    Now it’s time for Tara to put her amateur sleuth skills to work along with her friends and co-workers Stormi and Paige. But what happens when a new man in Tara’s life might become a suspect in the murder case?

    This is a short cozy mystery filled with humor, suspects and scrumptious visions of ice cream delicacies.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherConstance Barker
    Release dateAug 1, 2016
    ISBN9781536510942
    A Frozen Scoop of Murder: Caesar's Creek Cozy Mystery Series, #1
    Author

    Constance Barker

    Constance Barker lives in the Midwest with her husband and two Akitas where she can look out from her screened porch onto a wooded area brimming with activity. Since she was a young girl she read mysteries, often given to her by her grandmother. She loved figuring out who the culprit was and sometimes she was right and other times startled at who the author picked as the assailant. Now she enjoys writing mysteries herself. When she isn't writing stories, she can be found in her favorite vacation spot, Las Vegas or shopping for bargains.

    Read more from Constance Barker

    Related to A Frozen Scoop of Murder

    Titles in the series (11)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Cozy Mysteries For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Fa La La La Llama!

      Nov 3, 2020

      Fa La La La Llama!
      1 min read

    • Article

      Carrot Cake

      Jan 25, 2022

      Carrot Cake
      6 min read

    • Article

      Teapot Cottage

      Apr 4, 2023

      Teapot Cottage
      1 min read

    • Article

      Waiting for Aunt Gee-Gee

      Feb 1, 2022

      Nothing brightened my spirits more than hearing Mama say, “Aunt Gee-Gee is coming for a visit!” This was especially good news the spring of 1958. Fourth grade was rough for me, with frequent bouts of tonsilitis. My teacher expected assignments in my

      3 min read

    • Article

      The Right Daughter

      Apr 18, 2024

      The Right Daughter
      6 min read

    • Article

      Decisions, Decisions

      Aug 27, 2020

      Decisions, Decisions
      5 min read

    • Article

      The Little BALLERINA

      Aug 5, 2020

      The Little BALLERINA
      6 min read

    • Article

      Story Time

      Nov 24, 2021

      Story Time
      29 min read

    • Article

      Cleaning the Step

      Jan 4, 2024

      Ada waits until they’ve all gone – to school, to work if they’re lucky, to fritter away their pensions in the betting shop or sit in the sad little café on the main road, nursing cups of tea and remembering. Better to wait out of sight. Not everyone

      6 min read

    • Article

      Falling In Love Again – In M&S

      Mar 6, 2024

      Jem Clarke is in his very, very early fifties, is five foot zero inches tall and has never left the family home in Cleethorpes, which he shares with his parents… Mother has revealed she was once engaged to the East Coast's most prolific housebreaker.

      3 min read

    • Article

      ’Tis the SEASON

      Nov 11, 2020

      ’Tis the SEASON
      6 min read

    • Article

      The Bad Housekeeper

      Jul 17, 2020

      The Bad Housekeeper
      5 min read

    • Article

      Competing FOR LOVE

      Feb 5, 2020

      Competing FOR LOVE
      6 min read

    • Article

      A Meeting With Marguerite

      Aug 4, 2022

      A Meeting With Marguerite
      9 min read

    • Article

      An Unexpected Gift

      May 24, 2022

      An Unexpected Gift
      6 min read

    • Article

      Ribs, Muscle, Bone

      Jan 7, 2020

      Ribs, Muscle, Bone
      10 min read

    • Article

      Growing Close

      Aug 25, 2020

      Growing Close
      6 min read

    • Article

      Frost FAIR

      Jan 18, 2023

      Frost FAIR
      11 min read

    • Article

      A garden PEST

      Feb 1, 2023

      There are times when I feel I am letting you down. I feel that a certain sense of drama and pizzazz might be missing from these accounts of life at Dear Towers. Just occasionally, I’d like to bring you a 90mph car chase down the high street, weaving

      3 min read

    • Article

      A taste of LA DOLCE VITA

      Mar 5, 2020

      I was surprised when my mum agreed to go on a wine-tasting tour, given that the last time she saw me order a double G&T, she was compelled to remind me of the perils of binge drinking. ‘When in Rome,’ she says, sloshing back a Bardolino. We are actua

      4 min read

    • Article

      Tea With The Dragon Lady

      Sep 15, 2020

      Tea With The Dragon Lady
      6 min read

    • Article

      The winds OF CHANGE

      Jan 19, 2022

      The winds OF CHANGE
      11 min read

    • Article

      My Glitterbug

      Dec 31, 2023

      My Glitterbug
      3 min read

    • Article

      Broken Wings

      Aug 24, 2020

      Whenever Gemma Faber came to London for work, she stayed at Searle’s. It was a luxurious club-type hotel and every time she visited, she felt she’d really made it. The taxi pulled up and her heart lifted at the sight of the lilac-and-gold striped awn

      5 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for A Frozen Scoop of Murder

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      A Frozen Scoop of Murder - Constance Barker

      I heard the tinkle of the bell as a customer entered my ice cream Shoppe. I’d only been open three months, but business was booming. Of course, it was spring and who doesn’t want a scoop of almond fudge or chocolate mint to cool their senses. I hoped winter in the heart of Georgia wouldn’t dull my customer’s palate for cold concoctions.

      Previously I worked a dead end job as a secretary for a technology firm. Not only was it dull but it felt like it was sucking my soul right out of my body with each type written report. I wanted to be my own boss, but being a divorcee with no other support system...well, it seemed like a pipe dream. Until the day I decided to open my own ice cream Shoppe, The Frozen Scoop. Not only could you get ice cream, but frozen drinks and ice cream cakes as well. What I hadn’t counted on was the social aspect of the Shoppe. It was a meeting place where customers gathered to talk about the goings on in the town. Okay, it was a gossip hive, and oh, how I loved to listen and join into the conversations.

      My friend Stormi worked as an employee. She decorated the ice cream cakes and helped with the nightly cleanup. My other friend, Paige, was married with a 16-year-old daughter. She didn’t work since her husband made enough to support three families, so she’d come into the shop to help during the busy periods.

      I walked from the back of the store to the front to greet my customers and there she stood. Miss Greta Haglemier. She was the town snoot, snob, witch...well, you get the picture. Many people used more crass terms to describe her, including Stormi. She never married, although she was seeing a man of some importance, at least that’s what the gossip hounds reported.

      Miss Greta was the best at everything, according to her. Every year she won the grand champion ribbons for her peach and apple pies, except for last year, which would live on in history as the day Miss G came undone. Oh and she would win for her prized red roses as well. However, if you believed the whispers, Greta paid off the judges. Not sure if that’s true or not, as her roses were the most beautiful I’d seen. Never tasted her pies however. She treated her pies like precious gems. The tasty treats could only pass the lips of someone worthy, like the judges or her dearest friend Trixie, a widowed lady who accompanied her today.

      Hello ladies, I happily greeted the two women. Miss Greta wore her customary scowl accompanied by an oversized multicolored blouse and a red skirt. She was rather rotund, but that never slowed her down. Honestly, I wouldn’t win a foot race with her if the finish line were rimmed with bakery goodies. She wore her brown hair in a bun and her beady brown eyes bore into my flesh.

      Miss Trixie was the opposite of Miss Haglemier. Trim with short grey hair, she wore a fashionable taupe pantsuit with a brandy colored blouse. Trixie was steak to Greta’s ham loaf. How the heck these two were friends was beyond my comprehension.

      Trixie was a widow twice now and both times her husbands left her with hefty life insurance policies, the last one rumored to be in the one million dollar range. Yet, you’d never know it. While she lived in a nice home, every hair in place, and weekly manicures, she never put on airs. She was a treat to be around, unlike her best buddy Greta.

      Greta never married and she worked as a tax preparer in the spring. She lived in a cottage where she grew up. Her mother left it to her along with one car and a sizeable bank account that allowed her to remain largely unemployed until the social security checks would start rolling in next year. She dyed her grey hair an auburn color, but the cheap store bought color appeared odd against her stark white skin. She should have gone the same route as Trixie and left her hair au natural but not Greta. In fact she didn’t like Trixie’s hair or clothes and wasn’t afraid to let her and everyone know it. But Trixie laughed it off. In my book, Trixie was a saint.

      I want to order an ice cream cake for my book social on Thursday evening, Greta growled.

      I grabbed my order tablet from the counter and said, Would you like a custom cake Greta or one that we already have in the freezer?

      Oh I want a custom cake and I want it made fresh that day. No day old cake mind you, Greta said as she slammed her purse on the counter next to the register.

      Well, an ice cream cake should sit in the freezer for at least a day to ensure the ice cream is set properly, I replied holding my pen aloft and hoping this wasn’t a reflection of how my day would go.

      Oh Greta, how would anyone know if an ice cream cake is made fresh or two weeks old? Trixie chided. Besides, these ice cream cakes are so delicious they’ll be consumed within seconds and no one will ever wonder how old they are.

      Yep, I loved Trixie.

      Fine then, Greta harrumphed. Make it one day prior. But that cake better be moist!

      It will be Miss Greta, I said cheerily while inside I cussed. Is there anything else I can get for you ladies today?

      No that’s it, Greta replied.

      Speak for yourself woman, Trixie exclaimed. I’ll take one dip of the chocolate fudge in a sugar cone Tara.

      You’re paying for that, Greta said.

      Of course, don’t get your panties in a bunch. But you’re paying for your fresh ice cream cake sister.

      Greta grumped and pulled out her billfold. I took down the order, chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream, and delivered Trixie her cone.

      Now remember, I’m allergic to peanuts. Don’t get peanuts anywhere near my cake, do you hear me? Greta said as she placed her billfold back into her purse. I’m deathly allergic. Even if you use the same scoop to dish out ice cream with peanuts in it and then my ice cream you could kill me!

      I remember Miss Greta, I answered. How could anyone forget. She’d told the entire town 102 times she’s allergic to nuts. I’m surprised no one hasn’t slipped her a slivered almond or even a peanut skin. The way she acted either one would be a death knell.

      Your ice cream cake will be ready by 2pm on Thursday, I stated.

      With that, Greta turned on her heel and walked towards the front door. Trixie smiled and waved at me as she gave her chocolate fudge a nice long lick. As they walked out the door, my friend Stormi walked in.

      *****

      Oh Lawdy, I’m glad I missed the calamity that is Miss Greta! Stormi exclaimed as she tossed her purse in the back cabinet.

      Yeah, she was her usual pleasant self, I replied as I added her order to the others that needed filled that week. I’m use to her though, if that’s possible. And of course Trixie is a treat.

      Trixie must have nerves of steel. I would’ve booted Greta to the curb a long time ago, Stormi claimed as she slid on her pink The Frozen Scoop apron.

      Maybe Trixie’s use to her as well. They’ve been friends since high school...at least that’s what I heard, I said as I removed the empty barrel of vanilla from the ice cream case. As boring as vanilla was, it still outsold the rest of my flavors.

      What I don’t understand is, how does Miss Greta have a man and Trixie doesn’t? Stormi asked. That guy Greta is dating, Mr. Florez, he’d be much better suited with Trixie. I mean he’s tall, works out, sophisticated, nicely coiffed grey hair. What in the Sam hill is he doing with Miss Grumpy? Just irritates me to no end.

      Stormi, you get worked up about the funniest things, I laughed.

      I know, she giggled. "I just like everything to be in its proper

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1