Brewed Awakening
โ Scribed by Cleo Coyle
- Publisher
- Penguin Publishing Group;Berkley Prime Crime
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 220 KB
- Edition
- First edition
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 0451488881
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โฆ Synopsis
From Cleo Coyle, the New York Times bestselling author of Dead Cold Brew , comes a delicious new entry in the "fun and gripping" (The Huffington Post) Coffeehouse Mysteries.
When coffeehouse manager Clare Cosi awakens on a bench in Washington Square Park, she has no idea she's been missing for the past week, or that her friends and family have been frantic with worry. Now that she's back, everyone is overjoyed, including a handsome NYPD detective who claims to be her fiance. But to Mike Quinn's crushing distress, Clare doesn't remember him, or much of anything about the last decade of her life.
Clare's missing memory is tied to a crime she witnessed. An acquaintance of Clare's elegant employer--and fellow member of an exclusive Gotham circle known as "The Ladies Who Brunch"--invited Clare to her posh hotel to sample gourmet wedding cakes. The pair took a stroll after their indulgent tasting and, according to security camera footage, a...
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