Chocolate Quake

“The perfect blend of mystery and mouthwatering foods . . . A delectable series.”—The Mystery ReaderForty-something homemaker Carolyn Blue is through with cooking and cleaning. She has finally decided to throw in the dishtowel—and take on a dream job as a food writer. Now her plate is filled with exotic locales, delectable foods, and even a dash of crime—to taste. She could very well get used to this...   Soon after arriving in San Francisco, Carolyn takes a deep breath and does what she has to…calls her mother-in-law to tell her they’re in town. The answering machine picks up: “You have reached Professor Vera Blue. I am not home because I have been arrested for first degree murder.”   Now Carolyn has to go directly to jail—to find out why the famous feminist was at the scene of the crime with the victim’s blood all over her. Between police and prisoners, lawyers and liars—and even a few earthquake tremors—Carolyn is truly shaken. And she still has yet to sample Frisco fare. She could always taste-test prison food. Now that would make an interesting column...

“The perfect blend of mystery and mouthwatering foods . . . A delectable series.”—The Mystery ReaderForty-something homemaker Carolyn Blue is through with cooking and cleaning. She has finally decided to throw in the dishtowel—and take on a dream job as a food writer. Now her plate is filled with exotic locales, delectable foods, and even a dash of crime—to taste. She could very well get used to this...   Soon after arriving in San Francisco, Carolyn takes a deep breath and does what she has to…calls her mother-in-law to tell her they’re in town. The answering machine picks up: “You have reached Professor Vera Blue. I am not home because I have been arrested for first degree murder.”   Now Carolyn has to go directly to jail—to find out why the famous feminist was at the scene of the crime with the victim’s blood all over her. Between police and prisoners, lawyers and liars—and even a few earthquake tremors—Carolyn is truly shaken. And she still has yet to sample Frisco fare. She could always taste-test prison food. Now that would make an interesting column...