Also in the Amish Candy Shop Mystery series

  by Amanda Flower

  Assaulted Caramel

  Lethal Licorice

  Premeditated Peppermint

  Criminally Cocoa (ebook novella)

  Toxic Toffee

  Botched Butterscotch (ebook novella)

  Marshmallow Malice

  Candy Cane Crime (ebook novella)

  And in the Amish Matchmaker Mystery series

  Matchmaking Can Be Murder

  Courting Can Be Killer

  LEMON DROP DEAD

  Amanda Flower

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  Table of Contents

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  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  EPILOGUE

  Maami’s Easy At-Home Lemon Drops

  Teaser chapter

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  ISBN: 978-1-4967-2204-1

  ISBN-13: 978-1-4967-2207-2 (ebook)

  ISBN-10: 1-4967-2207-8 (ebook)

  For Kimra Bell

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I am always grateful to return to Harvest. And even more grateful for you, Dear Readers, who want to travel there with me. Whether you read the Amish Candy Shop series, the Amish Matchmaker series, or both, thank you. Readers are the ones who keep series alive.

  Thanks as always to my super agent Nicole Resciniti and my awesome editor Alicia Condon. I’m so grateful to be working with the two of you for so long.

  Thanks, too, to Kimra Bell for her help with my manuscripts and to my guy, David Seymour, who hears every version of the plot from the ridiculous to the fully formed. And to my amazing friends who cheer me on.

  Love to my family, and always, gratitude to my Lord in heaven for allowing me to make a living off what I love to do most.

  CHAPTER ONE

  The front door of Swissmen Sweets swung inward, causing the large shop window to rattle in its frame and the shelves holding jars of jelly beans, caramels, and gumdrops to shake. The noise made me jump. It was late afternoon, and I stood alone, sweeping under the three café tables at the front of the shop where customers could rest while waiting for their candy orders or visit with friends and neighbors while enjoying one of our sweet treats.

  The shop would close soon. I looked forward to locking up for the night. My boyfriend, Aiden Brody, had promised me a date night that evening. They were hard to come by for us. We both had crazy work schedules. He was a deputy at the Sheriff’s Department, and I was constantly juggling my duties at Swissmen Sweets, the Amish candy shop I ran with my grandmother in Harvest, Ohio, with the responsibilities of my cable television show, Bailey’s Amish Sweets, which filmed in New York City. It was rare that neither of us had an obligation. Sadly, I had a feeling my night off was about to disappear when Aiden’s mother walked through the door.

  I stepped behind the domed-glass counter. “Good afternoon, Juliet. What can I do for you?”

  Juliet Brook stood on the other side of the counter beaming from ear to ear. From past experience, I took the giant smile as a bad sign.

  On this mild May evening, she wore a green and blue polka-dotted blouse over black trousers and black-and-white high heels. Her blond hair was smoothed back into a French twist. Polka dots were her style statement, from her clothes to the black-and-white, polka-dotted potbellied pig she held under her arm. Jethro stared at me in bewilderment as if to ask how he had gotten there and what on earth was happening. Granted, the little bacon bundle had that expression on his pudgy face ninety percent of the time. Until recently, Juliet had toted Jethro, who was roughly the size of a toaster, just about everywhere she went.

  But in the last several months since she had married Reverend Brook, the pastor of the large white church on the other side of the village square, she had been carrying Jethro around a lot less often. At least when it came to church functions where she was working in her capacity as pastor’s wife. Those times when she needed to concentrate on her church duties and could not focus on making sure Jethro wasn’t knocking over the church altar, she dropped Jethro off with her favorite pig sitter . . . me.

  Now, I didn’t ask for or want the title of go-to pig sitter for Jethro or any other pig, but Juliet had got it in her head that I was the person for the job ever since I had saved the little pig from an untimely death a couple of years back. Because of that, she believed that Jethro and I had a special bond. I wasn’t nearly as convinced. So, when she waltzed into Swissmen Sweets late that afternoon, I had every reason to believe that Jethro was being pawned off on me again.

  “Bailey! Bailey! Is it true? Is it true?” Juliet cried in a breathless voice.

  I placed the stack of receipts I was checking against my accounts on the counter. “Is what true, Juliet?”

  “Emily!” she cried.

  “What about Emily?”

  “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Bailey, you know what I mean. Emily is having a baby! A baby! Can you believe it! It’s a miracle. I love babies so much.” She gave me a quick glance. “You know I have great dreams of being a grandmother. Can you imagine me as a grandma? I would be the very best.” She held Jethro up above the counter so that I had a better view of his face. “Think of how well I treat Jethro.”

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about Juliet comparing a future grandchild to her comfort pig.

  When Jethro grunted, she lowered the pig. “Jethro is a good support to me as I wait for that happy day, if it ever comes.” She stared at me from under her lashes.

  It took all my willpower not to grunt back in frustration. Over the last several years, Juliet had made it no secret that she would love to see her only child, Aiden, settled down with a wife and family. Because I was Aiden’s girlfriend, I was certain that she saw me as part of the holdup.

  Juliet seemed to ignore the fact that Aiden and I weren’t married, and we had only been officially dating for a year and a half. I thought our relationship was moving along nicely. Juliet begged to differ and, despite the lack of proposal or ring, considered us engaged. She had great and outspoken hopes for a summer wedding this year, but seeing how it was May and we weren’t yet engaged, those hopes would go unfulfilled.

  Both Aiden and I wanted to get married, and we’d been talking about it privately with more and more frequency, but our schedules made it difficult to even fathom a wedding. I just didn’t know how I would plan a wedding with all of my other responsibilities for Swissmen Sweets’ expanding business and Bailey’s Amish Sweets. The show had me flying to New York to do promotion or filming every three months. And my calendar wasn’t the only problem. Aiden worked long hours as a sheriff’s deputy. As the second in command to a grumpy and disengaged sheriff, he had to shoulder much of the workload and administrative duties required to keep the department running smoothly.

  A little part of me—okay, a giant part—wanted to elope, but I knew Juliet would never forgive us if we did that. Aiden was her only son and her golden boy. She wanted to be there for the wedding. I was pretty sure she wanted Jethro to walk me down the aisle, too.

  “Yes, I know Emily’s expecting,” I said. “The baby is due next month. It’s not been a secret.
Everyone at Swissmen Sweets is so happy for her.”

  Emily Keim was one of my shop assistants. She was a young Amish wife who’d married Christmas tree farmer Daniel Keim a year ago. The young couple was expecting their first child in July. Actually, it would be Daniel’s first child, but not Emily’s. I was certain Juliet knew nothing about Emily’s history as a mother, and I planned to keep it that way.

  “I can’t believe I’m just hearing about the baby. I know I’ve been very caught up in the church. You would not believe all the responsibilities I have as the pastor’s wife, but I’m determined to be the very best and make Reverend Brook proud.”

  I smiled. There was something endearing and old-fashioned about the fact that Juliet still called her husband Reverend Brook even though they were married. “No one would doubt for a second that you are the perfect pastor’s wife.”

  She blushed, and then asked, “What are you going to do about Emily’s baby?”

  “What am I going to do about it?” I asked. As far as I knew, there was nothing I could or should do about Emily’s baby.

  “Aren’t you going to have a baby shower? She needs a baby shower! You have to host a baby shower.”

  I held up my hand to stop her. I thought if she said “baby shower” one more time, my head might explode.

  Juliet didn’t take the hint. “You’re the perfect person to put it on. You’re so organized and do such a good job planning events. Why, we can’t think of a better person.”

  I thought Juliet was laying the compliments on a little thick. And for her, that was saying something. “We?”

  “Well, the village of course. But mostly Margot and me. We were discussing it this afternoon when we were tending the church garden. Springtime does mean flowers, don’t you know.”

  I did know.

  “The shower will be a great way to build relations between the church, the English community, and the Amish in Harvest. As the pastor’s wife, I see community relations as an essential part of my work.” She smiled.

  She set Jethro on the floor. As soon as she did, the shop’s orange cat, Nutmeg, crawled out from under the candy shelves next to the café tables in the front of the shop. It was his favorite place to hide when he needed a little alone time. The pig and cat touched noses and then started to walk around the front room like the old friends they were.

  “So are you going to do it?” Juliet asked. “You have to recognize that this is an opportunity for the whole village to come together and celebrate Emily’s baby, as well as the community we all share.”

  “Juliet, I’m pretty sure the Amish don’t have baby showers. At least not the kind you’re imagining. I’d have to ask my grandmother for sure. Emily and the Keim family wouldn’t want to do anything that was against Amish customs. That would hurt English-Amish relations, not help them.”

  “How could a baby shower be against Amish customs?”

  It was a fair question, but since moving to Ohio’s Amish Country I had learned that not all the Plain People’s rules made sense. At least they didn’t make sense to a New Yorker’s mind.

  “This is the twenty-first century.” Juliet waved her arms. “Even the Amish have changed with the times. Goodness, do you know how many Amish have cell phones nowadays or know how to use a computer? Surely Bishop Yoder would be open to Emily’s having a baby shower. I mean, it only seems right to me. There’s no harm in it.”

  “The Amish who have access to those pieces of technology are allowed to use them because it’s necessary for their work. It’d be very difficult for them to run their businesses without access to a cell phone or a computer. That’s just what it takes to run a business in the English world. We can’t make the claim that a baby shower is work-related.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “We have to do something for Emily. Goodness knows, her sister won’t do anything.”

  I winced at this comment, mostly because it was all too true. Emily and her older sister, Esther, hadn’t spoken to each other since Emily got married and stopped working at the family’s pretzel shop last year. Yet they saw each other almost every day, which made it especially awkward. Emily worked part-time for me at the candy shop, which just happened to be next door to her family’s shop, Esh Family Pretzels, where Esther worked as the sole employee and spent every waking moment of her day.

  Jethro put his snout to the floor and followed a scent until he found my large white rabbit, Puff, curled up asleep in the corner of the front room. He snuffled the rabbit, and Nutmeg swatted him away. Puff yawned and scooted over, making room for the small pig, which wasn’t that much bigger than the rabbit. It seemed to me that I would have to put Puff on a diet. Who knew a bunny could grow so plump just eating vegetables.

  “Honestly, Juliet, I do like your idea. I had even toyed with the possibility of throwing Emily a small shower myself. We want to celebrate her baby at Swissmen Sweets, but I stopped myself because I wasn’t sure it was what Emily would want. She is a very shy person. I’m not sure she would like all the attention. It’s really up to Emily to decide if she’d like a party. I don’t want to do anything that might embarrass her in front of her Amish district.”

  “It could be a surprise.” Juliet’s eyes were bright.

  I wrinkled my nose. I knew from experience Emily wasn’t one for surprises. “Let me ask her, and then we can take it from there.”

  “Ask her now!” She clasped her hands in front of her chest. There was nothing Juliet loved more than a party. She had hoped to celebrate a wedding this year, and maybe this baby shower would fill the void. I also knew that she was sincere in wanting to improve Amish and English relations in her capacity as pastor’s wife. If anyone could do it, it was Juliet with her positive outlook and enthusiasm.

  “Emily’s already gone home for the day, but I’ll ask her at the first opportunity tomorrow,” I promised.

  “We can go to the Christmas tree farm and ask.” Juliet’s eyes were bright.

  “Let’s not be too hasty. If you and I roll up to the farm, she’ll think something’s wrong. Give me one day to ask her.”

  She pressed her lips together as if she wasn’t so keen on this idea. Then she sighed. “I suppose I can wait,” she said. Her Carolina drawl was more pronounced when she was disappointed. “You need to ask her quickly, though, because Margot has already reserved the square for the shower this Saturday. We thought two in the afternoon would be the perfect time.”

  Ah, so that was the crux of it, but just to be clear, I asked, “Margot already reserved the square?”

  “She had to. You know how busy the square can be this time of year.” She clapped her hands. “Jethro, it’s time to go.”

  The pig lifted his head but didn’t move from the spot where he was cuddled up with the cat and rabbit. They made an odd trio. My best friend, Cass Calbera, who was the head chocolatier at JP Chocolates in New York, insisted the three animals needed their own social media platform. I hoped that she never mentioned the idea to Juliet because she’d be all over that. Juliet already thought Jethro was a star. He’d appeared on several episodes of Bailey’s Amish Sweets, and ever since his cameos, Juliet thought he needed his own talent agent. If you asked Juliet, he was right up there with Babe and Porky Pig when it came to notable swine.

  Juliet marched over to the pig and scooped him up. At the door, she paused. “Don’t delay on asking Emily, Bailey King. She needs a shower. The poor girl has been through so much. She deserves all the happiness we can give her.”

  She would have no argument from me on that point.

  After Juliet and Jethro went through the front door, I closed and locked it behind them. I looked down at the cat and rabbit still snuggled together in the corner of the room. “Dollars to donuts we’re hosting another party.”