Belle Palmer Mysteries 5-Book Bundle

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Lou Allin. Belle Palmer Mysteries 5-Book Bundle

PROLOGUE: A SUMMER NIGHT

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ELEVEN

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SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

HÉLÈNE’S HERKY JERKY

PROLOGUE

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TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

EPILOGUE

CHOCOLATE ZUCCHINI CAKE

Prologue

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Thirteen

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Seventeen

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Nineteen

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Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Thirty-One

Epilogue

PETS DE SOEURS SHAWINIGAN STYLE

PROLOGUE

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ELEVEN

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FIFTEEN

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TWENTY-ONE

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TWENTY-THREE

EPILOGUE

BUSHWOMAN BANNOCK

PROLOGUE

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TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

BARON’S BITES

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Neutral tones dissolved white into black. Clouds of tarnished pewter hid the moon. Not even a whisper of wind feathered the lake, its glassy surface catching the reflected light. Twinklings of cottages rimmed the crater lake like stubborn fallen stars. There was a brief splash as a merganser duck led her paddling brood to shelter, the smallest perched on her wide back, struggling for purchase.

On a shelf of shimmering granite beside the water, a girl knelt, spilling the liquid crystal over her hands. Dressed in a simple white chemise, a slip perhaps, she crooned to herself, oblivious to the hum of ravenous mosquitos unfettered by the still night. Her hands crumpled the lacy needles of a tiny cedar sprouting from a rock cleft, and she brushed the rich perfume into her long hair. A dark, irregular pattern spread across the lap of her dress, or was that a trick of light?

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A tutored glance showed that the wood was seasoned maple, a good sixteen inches, not short-cut like the townies with pretty stoves wanted. “Over here, please.” Belle pointed at a cleared space near some pallets. “Watch the telephone and hydro lines.” When the pneumatic lift pumped up, the driver opened the tailgate, the wood crashed down and the door clanged shut.

The boy walked over, presenting a paper. “Five cords of dry maple. Sixty a cord comes to three hundred and tax of forty-five.”

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