St. Patrick’s Day is here—and so is a killer.

It’s March in Honey Hollow and all month we’ll be celebrating St. Patrick’s Day! There’s a parade to be had, books to read, a convention of redheads called the Redhead Roundup: An Auburn Affair, and have I mentioned Lyla Nell is turning two? Speaking of two, it’s time for the twins to make their debut into the world. The twins may not be able to wait to get here, but with a killer on the loose—my thirst for justice can’t wait either.
My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead...

St. Patrick’s Day is here—and so is a killer.

It’s March in Honey Hollow and all month we’ll be celebrating St. Patrick’s Day! There’s a parade to be had, books to read, a convention of redheads called the Redhead Roundup: An Auburn Affair, and have I mentioned Lyla Nell is turning two? Speaking of two, it’s time for the twins to make their debut into the world. The twins may not be able to wait to get here, but with a killer on the loose—my thirst for justice can’t wait either.
My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so I rarely see dead people, mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety, who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom.

The twins are about to make their grand entrance, and Honey Hollow is buzzing with excitement for the St. Patrick’s Day Parade and the Redhead Roundup: An Auburn Affair. It’s a convention of fiery hair, and Carlotta is terrified of the entire thing—and that’s before a killer makes an appearance.
As if that weren’t enough, Lyla Nell’s second birthday is on the horizon, and my bakery is buried in orders for every sweet treat imaginable. Between celebrating, baking, and dodging danger, it looks like March is about to test my limits in more ways than one.

With a killer lurking among the redheads, and my own family growing by the day, I’ll need more than a sprinkle of luck to keep everyone safe. In Honey Hollow, when it rains, it pours—and sometimes it’s raining trouble.
Here’s hoping I can keep the cakes from burning and the killer from striking again. Because in Honey Hollow, life is sweet, but murder never takes a holiday.