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.

    Chocolate to Die For: Cozy Blue Pond Mystery, #2
    Chocolate to Die For: Cozy Blue Pond Mystery, #2
    Chocolate to Die For: Cozy Blue Pond Mystery, #2
    Ebook77 pages1 hour

    Chocolate to Die For: Cozy Blue Pond Mystery, #2

    By Joanne Reid

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    This is the SECOND book in the Blue Pond Cozy Mystery series.

    Millie MacDonald's new neighbor in the small fishing village of Blue Pond is a despicable creature and Millie agonizes over how to handle the situation. When the neighbor is murdered, and Millie finds her body, guilt, a natural nosiness, and a career crisis force Millie to don the role of amateur sleuth.

    Millie knows the place because she grew up in Blue Pond, but she has been away for nearly twenty years. After life in the big city, she is surprised that murder happens in a tiny Prince Edward Island village, where everyone knows everyone and most of their secrets. 

    Chocolate to Die For is a clean and wholesome short cozy mystery. 

    Chocolate to Die For is a complete mystery that you can read in an hour or two. There is no strong language or graphic violence. But there are some nasty people who smile and murder when you least expect it. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJoanne Reid
    Release dateJul 3, 2018
    ISBN9781386649205
    Chocolate to Die For: Cozy Blue Pond Mystery, #2
    Author

    Joanne Reid

    I live on Prince Edward Island and I love to write about people living in small towns and villages. People are so lovely and entertaining and amazing. And so complicated. My Scots ancestors came to the Island in 1803 and my British ancestors on my mother’s side came here in 1817. The British ancestors on my father’s side arrived sometime around 1765 but that is one of those long rambling stories. About the naming of people by appending their father’s or husband’s name, I was surprised when that happened to me. I sent a rare text to a friend and identified myself simply as Joanne. “Joanne here.” Her reply? “Joanne Gerald?”

    Related to Chocolate to Die For

    Titles in the series (1)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Cozy Mysteries For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Larger Than Life

      Nov 16, 2020

      Larger Than Life
      4 min read

    • Article

      The Man With No Name

      Oct 1, 2021

      The Man With No Name
      4 min read

    • Article

      A Room in August Town

      Sep 12, 2023

      A Room in August Town
      25 min read

    • Article

      Dude’s Last Hunt

      Jul 17, 2023

      Dude’s Last Hunt
      6 min read

    • Article

      Averted Vision

      Sep 1, 2022

      Averted Vision
      25 min read

    • Article

      Begin Again

      Jun 14, 2022

      My grandfather came to live with me. There was nowhere else for him to go. What had happened to all his children? Death, decay, exile—I hardly know. My own parents died of pain. But I must not be too gloomy, at the beginning, or you will leave me, an

      6 min read

    • Article

      The July War

      Sep 8, 2020

      In summer, our neighborhood quiets in phases. The quieting begins in May. Schools give their older kids, the seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds, a month off to prepare for the baccalaureate exams. Following a ritual as old as our parents, the students

      21 min read

    • Article

      Summer Beach Reads

      Jan 10, 2021

      Summer Beach Reads
      7 min read

    • Article

      It Happened to Me…

      Jun 16, 2022

      A genuine miracle occurred at the art opening of the Blinky 40th Anniversary Exhibition at California State University Northridge Gallery in Southern California on 2 February 2019. An artwork by Erika Ostrander of the “Shroud of Blinky” was found wee

      6 min read

    • Article

      The Last Friend on Earth

      May 4, 2023

      It was as if Doreen Saunders had been waiting for me, passing the time until my arrival. She might as well have been sitting in a rocking chair, knitting needles clicking, jam tarts cooling on the side, the door wide open, waiting for the next visito

      6 min read

    • Article

      ‘Sing to It’: Featured Fiction from Amy Hempel

      Mar 25, 2019

      If she was home at night in her husband’s bed, did he care what she did with her days? The post ‘Sing to It’: Featured Fiction from Amy Hempel appeared first on The Millions.

      7 min read

    • Article

      Heavy Heart

      Feb 5, 2022

      Heavy Heart
      6 min read

    • Article

      Writer’s Rock

      Mar 16, 2020

      Writer’s Rock
      5 min read

    • Article

      Let’s Say

      Oct 7, 2022

      I magine a sticky, early August morning, around three o’clock. It is dark, the moon blocked by clouds, no streetlights, a siren in the distance, medics running to a heart attack. Imagine a man out on a bike or walking a sick dog, or maybe a woman who

      10 min read

    • Article

      It Happened To Me…

      Jan 5, 2023

      It Happened To Me…
      8 min read

    • Article

      Cowboy Love Song

      Sep 25, 2018

      Cowboy Love Song
      6 min read

    • Article

      Valley Oaks Drive

      Mar 1, 2021

      Valley Oaks Drive
      10 min read

    • Article

      Robyn Hitchcock

      Oct 13, 2022

      Robyn Hitchcock
      7 min read

    • Article

      Boree Creek Hotel

      Feb 16, 2022

      Boree Creek Hotel
      4 min read

    • Article

      A Shot At Happiness

      Oct 17, 2021

      A Shot At Happiness
      6 min read

    • Article

      Guest Appearances

      Aug 11, 2019

      Guest Appearances
      2 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Chocolate to Die For

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Chocolate to Die For - Joanne Reid

      Chocolate to Die For

      Cozy Blue Pond Mystery, Volume 2

      Joanne Reid

      Published by Joanne Reid, 2018.

      This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

      CHOCOLATE TO DIE FOR

      First edition. July 3, 2018.

      Copyright © 2018 Joanne Reid.

      ISBN: 978-1386649205

      Written by Joanne Reid.

      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Copyright Page

      Book Two: Chocolate to Die For

      Sign up for Joanne Reid's Mailing List

      About the Author

      Book Two: Chocolate to Die For

      Cover Design by

      http://www.StunningBookCovers.com

      FOOL ME WITH A GOOD time.

      I shuddered and wondered, and not for the first time, if it were the words or the voice that annoyed me so much. Maybe it was the combination. The voice was a cigarette-roughed rasp, but the intonation was a giggly teenager’s.

      How much longer? Really, how much longer could I stand it? I had been back on Prince Edward Island for more than a full season. Sure, it had been the winter season, so it seemed long in the overall scheme of things. In reality, winter was just a few months. It had been a pleasant few months, for the most part.

      There had been a few very large blizzards, but I had grown up in the village of Blue Pond, so I knew what to expect. I also knew from the beginning that the other apartments in my building would be rented out the first of May. I just hadn't counted on Belinda.

      For three weeks, my life had been in tatters. Three weeks of being tormented by a shrieking, brainless fool of a woman. Belinda lived on the other side of the wall on the first floor of the converted Victorian house where I rented a one-bedroom apartment in Blue Pond.

      The weather had finally warmed up and I was involved in the Victoria Day celebrations down by the wharf. I shut my eyes and reminded myself. This was spring. It was May and the threat of snow was over and done with. I breathed in the scent of lilac from the bouquet on my kitchen table.

      This should have been the happiest month back home. But no. That was not going to be happening. My first neighbors moved in at the end of April. With them came complete disruption to my life. I had had bad moments in my forty-eight years of life, but right now, this felt like the worst spring ever. Not only was my life a disastrous mess, I was helpless to do anything about it. I had lived in apartments many times over the years and never felt under such assault.

      I had survived bad relationships. Well, one bad relationship. I had survived a bad work situation. There was always action to take and I took it. I avoided thinking about what action I could take in this situation because for one thing, I was being unreasonable. So, I had a neighbor who sang off key in the afternoon and screamed at her boyfriend all evening and made up with him all night. I was being judgmental, and I knew it.

      Where was my love and compassion for humankind?

      The other issue was that I was in a state of flux. I was transitioning, and, in this month-by-month rental, I had very little commitment. I had a cell phone with a local number, but I didn’t have a cable or satellite connection for television. I didn’t have an internet connection, at least not of my own. I lived close enough to the Blue Pond Hall to access their free Wi-Fi and that was good enough for me.

      My car was a relatively new Jetta and in good shape. Oh, and the apartment was furnished. I could pack up, hop in the Jetta and drive away anytime and anywhere. The thing is, I am not ready yet to do that. I am in my home village to assess my next phase of life, and so far, I have been allowing myself to vegetate and heal.

      Enough of that meandering line of thought. Since I am aching for a rant about my new neighbor, I might as well keep on going. It is good for my soul to let my anger, irritation, and irrationality out. At least that is what I tell myself.

      I’m Millie MacDonald, as mentioned, closer to fifty than I am ready for. MacDonald is a common last name on Prince Edward Island. Some people know me as Millie George because Dad’s name is George. Well, he’s George Jack Hughie, but Millie George is enough to identify me here in Blue Pond even though I identify as Millie George Jack Hughie.

      Also, as mentioned, I’ve been back in Blue Pond since last fall, living in the larger main floor apartment in a big old farmhouse, ex-farmhouse, on Blue Pond’s Albany Street. The house had been divided into five apartments. The other four were quite small. When I rented the apartment, the landlord told me, They’re really just bachelor apartments. That’s all they need. A place to sleep and eat.

      He was referring to the people who work at the fish plant down by the harbor or on the boats in the spring and summer when he talked about the other tenants. There was a small apartment nestled in on the east side of the house, two on the second floor, and one in the garret.

      The entrance to the upstairs apartment was reached by a sturdy external set of steps. I never explored the other apartments, although the landlord said I could take a look if I wanted to. They didn’t matter to me. I had the whole place to myself. Until the end of April. My May days were suddenly no longer quiet and soulful. They were being ruined by off-key accompaniments to the country songs on CFCY.

      Being fooled with a good time (her oft-repeated phase irritated me because it was so inane), Belinda was exiting her apartment. In case you think this was good news for me, let me

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1