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When mystery novelist Willa Lattner inherits her great-aunt Mina’s charming bakery in the coastal town of Humboldt Cove, she expects to find solace in new friends, fresh air, and all the pastries she can eat. Instead, she’s met with a trio of heartbroken dachshunds and an unsettling mystery surrounding Mina’s sudden death. As Willa digs into her aunt’s legacy, she uncovers a web of old grudges and hidden agendas lurking beneath the bakery’s warm facade. With each clue, the stakes rise, and she realizes that someone is desperate to keep the past buried—at any cost.

What do you get when you add up three doxies, a dozen donuts, and a dead body? Just another day at The Three Hounds Bakery. After a whirlwind book tour, mystery author Willa Lattner comes home ready to relax, snuggle her sausage dogs, and settle back into the simple life. But once again there’s trouble afoot in Humboldt Cove. Events take a strange turn when a secret recipe is revealed, Willa’s latest manuscript is leaked, and—worst of all—a body turns up in the bakery. The victim? A man from her past who may have brought a warning... if only he’d lived long enough to deliver it.

Jane McLaren is happy living and working in the sleepy resort village of Desert Pines, Oregon—or so she tells herself. She has a home with her feisty grandfather for as long as she wants it, a steady job as a barista, and no questions asked. Boredom may be a small price to pay for privacy, but Jane quickly discovers that when nothing has meaning, you might start to care about anything. Even the HOA.

An empty raft, with no oars. A missing girl, with no past. And an unwilling amateur sleuth...with absolutely no clue. After a year marked by murder and mayhem, Dr. Jane McLaren is ready for a little normality. Life may not be perfect, but between two careers, good friends, and more than enough family, she finally has everything she needs to stay out of trouble. Things aren't always as they appear, though. Not even in the sleepy resort town of Desert Pines, Oregon, where the bodies are stacking up again like so much cordwood.