Resultados para "Butter" en Misterios moderados

DEMON CLAWS: The battle against the demons has been won. The town of Tibbet’s Brook is enjoying a peaceful winter until the body of local businessman Rusco Hog is discovered on the old Tanner farm, his fatal injuries pointing towards a demon attack. BUTTER COOKIES: For Selia Barren, the Town Speaker, the evidence doesn’t add up. She suspects foul play. Rusco didn’t become the richest man in town by making friends, and it seems everyone in Tibbet’s Brook has a motive.

The International Butter Festival has come to town! When Harlow Torrent, part-time journalist and full-time Slip witch stumbles upon a dead body, frozen and drained of blood, she's pulled into a murder mystery. Someone has murdered one of the Butter Festival competitors. Was it Zero Bend, punk sculptor extraordinaire with a history of violence? Perhaps Fusion Swan, a sleazy agent playing the publicity game when his clients meet their untimely end?

Ingrid Beaumont's 30th high school class reunion turns up a few surprises. Her friend, world-renowned artist Wylie Jamestone, turns up dead; her ex-husband turns up alive; and her high school sweetheart turns up at her door. Wylie's love of riddles forces Ingrid to turn sleuth if she wants to keep the killer from turning her life completely upside down.

Thanksgiving is Bailey King's busiest holiday weekend. This year promises to be even more hectic, since Bailey's candy shop is providing desserts for Harvest, Ohio's first village-wide Thanksgiving celebration. Yet the event's organizer, Margot Rawlings, is unfazed . . . until she discovers her mother, former judge Zara Bevan, will be in attendance. Zara's reputation as a harsh critic is matched only by her infamy as a judge. No one is prepared when she arrives with much younger boyfriend Blaze Smith. Then Blaze suffers an allergic reaction to something he's eaten and dies on the spot.

Wait. What’s that? The ten-time champion of the fried peanut butter and banana sandwich eating contest just went facedown into a plate piled high with Elvis’s favorite fried treat and can’t be resuscitated? It looks like there’s another case for me and Elvis Purrsley after all.