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A Pie to Vie For: Olivia Faulkner Mysteries, #0.5
A Pie to Vie For: Olivia Faulkner Mysteries, #0.5
A Pie to Vie For: Olivia Faulkner Mysteries, #0.5
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A Pie to Vie For: Olivia Faulkner Mysteries, #0.5

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This is a short story that can be read as a stand-alone or as a prologue to the Olivia Faulkner Mysteries series. It is shorter than the rest of the books in the series which are all novellas.

Olivia planned on a summer roadtrip across the country, but she ends up stuck in her childhood home in Grand Arbor Township when her camper van breaks down. Good thing there's a $1000 grand prize in this year's Grand Arbor Cherry Festival Pie Baking Contest... The problem is--somebody is determined to make sure nobody wins.

Can Olivia find out who's sabotaging the contest or will this year be the last cherry festival in Grand Arbor?

Books in the Olivia Faulkner Mysteries series:
A Pie To Vie For (Book 0.5)
Maple Syrup And Murder (Book 1)
Dead As A Donut (Book 2)
Raspberry Tart Revenge (Book 3)
Tea Time Treachery (Book 4)
more titles to be announced soon!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 5, 2017
ISBN9781386225881
A Pie to Vie For: Olivia Faulkner Mysteries, #0.5

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    A Pie to Vie For - Kathryn Lin

    A Pie to Vie For

    A Pie to Vie For

    Kathryn Lin

    Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    EXCERPT: Maple Syrup and Murder

    EXCERPT: Witching for a Windfall

    About the Author

    Books by Kathryn Lin

    1

    Oh my gosh, Mom. These cherries are amazing! Vi said as she plucked another ruby red fruit from the bowl on the kitchen table.

    My daughter and I were back in my childhood home in Grand Arbor Township, Michigan, visiting my parents for the summer. This was something we did every year as soon as Vi’s school let out for summer vacation.

    This year we flew out west to Nevada and took a little detour before coming home to the mitten state. There we found a vintage lemon yellow VW camper van for sale. It needed a bit of love and elbow grease to restore it to its former glory, but otherwise, it was cute as a button. Vi and I had already planned our summer road trips and glamping stops for the next two years.

    The old car also needed an engine rebuild which we found out not long after we arrived in Michigan. The car jerked and bucked like a wild horse right before plumes of black smoke came out of the hood. I turned off the ignition immediately, fearing that the van was about to go up in flames. Thankfully we were already on Starmore Drive, where my parents lived. They called AAA and ten minutes later, our car was towed away to the nearest and only mechanic in town.

    She’s right, Olivia, these cherries are especially sweet this year. Why won’t you try some? My mother, Barb, walked into the kitchen and set down the basket of flowers she had just clipped from the garden. Her strawberry blonde locks were streaked with silver and tied back with a blue bandana. Even though she had been working in the garden all afternoon, there was not a single smudge of dirt on her pastel yellow polo shirt and light blue jeans. She picked a red and yellow cherry instead of one of the dark red ones.

    No thanks, I’m sure you two can finish them up by yourselves. I knew it was almost blasphemous as a Michigan native to hate one of our state’s biggest crops, but I just couldn’t stand the cloyingly sweet fruit.

    Fox, our white and ginger tabby cat agreed with my feelings. She jumped up onto the table and gave the glistening red spheres an experimental sniff before scrunching up her face and presenting her butt to the bowl of fruit.

    Fox! Get off the table! Vi plucked Fox from the table and held her in her lap.

    Too bad…you don’t know what you’re missing. My mother shrugged and popped another cherry in her mouth.

    The cherry festival is coming up next week. Will you enter the pie baking contest?

    I don’t know. I’m not sure I can stand touching and pitting all those cherries.

    I wasn’t concerned about making a delicious cherry pie.

    I already knew my pie would be scrumptious, even if I hated the filling inside. My parents owned and ran the Faulkner Cafe which specialized in handmade desserts, pastries, and breads. I spent so many afternoons after school as a child in the cafe kitchen. There, I watched them create magic from simple ingredients. Their talent for baking flowed through my veins, no doubt about it.

    Mom pulled out a flier from a kitchen drawer and handed it to me. You should think about it. Especially with the prize money up for grabs this year.

    I looked closely at the flier.

    A thousand dollars! I exclaimed.

    Vi snatched the flier from my hands to confirm it for herself.

    Grand Arbor hosted a baking competition each year during the cherry festival, but the winner usually got a lame ribbon or a year's supply of ‘all you can eat’ coupons at the Golden Wok Buffet.

    Wow, Mom. We could use this money to fix up the van, said Vi.

    My daughter was right. We could use that prize money.

    The competition was only open to amateurs, so neither of my

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