
The Wine Jelly Murder By Meg Benjamin
Genre: Mystery
Roxy Constantine and Nate Robicheaux are into weddings, both for work and family. But when the obnoxious father of the bride is murdered at the engagement party, they find out more about his business than they bargained for.
Now someone wants to stop Roxy from investigating even as she pulls out all the stops on a super New Year’s Eve wedding celebration for her uncle.
She’ll need more than wine jelly favors and wedding cake to stop the killer.
Excerpt:
“Let’s go to the park,” Nate said.
We walked down the middle of the empty street because the sidewalks hadn’t been cleared yet. The new snow crunched under our boots. Nate put his arm around my shoulders. “Pretty night.”
“Pretty, but freezing.” Freezing or not, it was still pleasant to be out walking with him, feeling the icy flick of snowflakes on my cheeks.
After a few minutes, I heard the noise of a car rolling along the snowy street behind us. It was coming faster than was wise, given how slippery the streets were. We moved to the side, but we couldn’t get all the way out of the street because of the drifts left by the plow.
And the car was speeding up.
“What the hell?” It wasn’t a car but a pickup with a snowplow attachment on the front. And it wasn’t pulling over to get around us. It was driving straight for us.
Nate grabbed my hand. “We need to run.”
I thought about jumping over the drifts at the side, but they were almost three feet high, and if either of us slipped, we might roll into the path of the truck.
The truck’s headlights were full on, blinding me when I looked backward. My feet kept sliding in the snowy tracks. Nate’s hold on my arm slipped, so that he was holding onto my cuff.
Then I saw a break in the snow drift ahead of us. “There,” I panted. “Go there.”
Nate grabbed hold of me, dragging me toward the space. Then he turned and jumped, pulling me with him. The break in the snow wasn’t much, but it was enough to get us out of the street. I fell to my knees as Nate landed on his back. The truck swerved toward us, and I thought it would keep coming up onto the sidewalk after us. But then it hit the snowbank and bounced away again.
We both lay panting on the snow-covered sidewalk, listening to the truck roar down the street away from us.
About Author
Meg Benjamin is an author of contemporary romance and cozy mysteries. Her books have won an EPIC Award for Contemporary Romance, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion, and the Award of Excellence among other honors. Meg lives in Colorado with her DH and two rather large Maine coon kitties (well, partly Maine Coon anyway).


Wine Jelly Murder By Meg Benjamin. This book had me sucked in from the beginning with the setting of the bakery with muffins in the morning and cookies in the evening. This place must smelled amazing. The detailed explanation of how the newest jelly Roxy created, wine jelly, tasted and smelled had you there enjoying this new flavor of jelly on the cracker as they were. Lol, yes, I know it’s a book, I know. Some of the main characters in the book were Roxy Constantine, the owner of the local bakery, who made jam on the side that she sold online. Nate Robicheaux was the owner of Robicheaux Catering. Roxy & Nate dated, and she was one of his top employees by default. Thalia, the local event planner, and good old ornery Mr. Polack. All these people worked together or had to interact, as Mr. Pollock’s daughter was getting married and they were part of the engagement party. During the engagement party, a whole lot of nonsense went on, from the drunken antics of the groom & his entourage to a body in the stairwell. Check it out to find out more about Roxy’s Wine Jelly. Click here to get your own copy.
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