_It's peak tourist season in Oriole Point, Michigan --the blueberry buckle of the fruit belt. Nothing draws the crowds quite like their annual carnival. And nothing turns it sour faster than murder . . ._ The Blueberry Blow Out festival has begun and it's time for Marlee Jacob, owner of The Ber
Killed on Blueberry Hill
β Scribed by Farrow, Sharon
- Book ID
- 110450300
- Publisher
- Kensington
- Year
- 2018
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 159 KB
- Series
- Berry Basket 3
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781496704900
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
It's peak tourist season in Oriole Point, Michiganβthe blueberry buckle of the fruit belt. Nothing draws the crowds quite like their annual carnival. And nothing turns it sour faster than murder . . .
The Blueberry Blow Out festival has begun and it's time for Marlee Jacob, owner of The Berry Basket, to shine. Unfortunately it's also bringing out the worst in her fiancΓ© Ryan Zeller. Ryan's rivalry with Porter Gale, owner of Blueberry Hill Farm, spills over into a very public and very ugly fight. And after they compete in the pie-eating contest and a raucous tug of war, their orchard blood feud takes a deadly turn . . .
The death of the king of Blueberry Hill is a shock but not too surprisingβhe was a diabetic whose last pig out meal was deliciously fatal. But when authorities discover that someone tampered with Porter's insulin, a tragic accident is looking like murderβand Ryan is the key ingredient. Now Marlee's investigation to...
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