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Marshmallow Mummies

Chocolate Cake with a Marshmallow Filling, with Vanilla Icing Piped to Look like Mummy Bandages with Two Candy Eyes Peeking Out

Chocolate Cupcake

2 ¾ cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

2 cups sugar

1 cup unsalted butter, room temperature

6 ounces semisweet chocolate, melted and cooled to room temperature

4 extra-large eggs, room temperature

2 tablespoons vanilla extract

1 cup sour cream

1 cup water

Preheat oven to 325º. Line 24 muffin tins with cupcake liners and set aside. In medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt, and set aside. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together sugar and butter until light and fluffy. Add chocolate and beat on medium speed until well combined. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Add sour cream and vanilla and mix until well combined. With mixer on low speed, add the flour mixture and water, alternating between the two. Beat until just combined. Fill prepared muffin cups ¾ full with batter. Transfer to oven and bake 20 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a cupcake comes out clean. Rotate the cupcake pans halfway through for even baking. Let cool completely before filling. Makes 24.

Marshmallow Filling

2 teaspoons hot water

¼ teaspoon salt

1 jar (7 ounces) marshmallow cream

½ cup shortening

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

⅓ cup confectioners' sugar

In small bowl, combine hot water and salt; stir until dissolved. Set aside to cool. In large bowl, beat marshmallow cream, shortening, and vanilla until fluffy. Gradually add sugar and saltwater mixture. Beat again until fluffy. Using a melon baller, scoop out the center of the cooled cupcakes and put the scoops of cake aside. Fill a pastry bag with marshmallow filling and insert into the hole in the cupcake. Gently squeeze the bag to fill each cupcake and replace the scoop of cake in the hole to seal the marshmallow filling inside.

Vanilla Buttercream Frosting

½ cup (1 stick) salted butter, softened

½ cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened

1 teaspoon clear vanilla extract

4 cups sifted confectioners' sugar

2 tablespoons milk

In large bowl, cream butter. Add vanilla. Gradually add sugar, one cup at a time, beating well on medium speed. Scrape sides of bowl often. Add milk and beat at medium speed until light and fluffy. Makes 3 cups of icing.

Using a smooth basket-weave pastry tip, pipe the icing across the cupcake, making it look like mummy bandages. Use candy eyes or any small round candy to give it an especially ghoulish look.

Tiramisu Cupcakes

A Delicate Sponge Cake Flavored with Coffee and Rum, Topped with a Creamy Mascarpone and Whipped Topping

Ladyfinger Cupcakes

5 eggs, separated

⅔ cup sugar, plus 2 tablespoons

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 cup flour

½ teaspoon baking powder

Preheat oven to 400º. Line a muffin tin with cupcake papers and set aside. Using a small bowl, beat egg whites on high until stiff peaks form. Add sugar and continue beating until glossy. In another bowl, mix the remaining ⅔ cup of sugar and egg yolks. Fold half of the egg whites into the yolk mixture, then add in the flour, baking powder, and remaining egg whites. Evenly distribute the batter into the cupcake liners to about ¼ full. They will not rise to the top to leave room for the mascarpone topping. Bake 8 minutes. Makes 12.

Tiramisu Frosting

6 egg yolks

¾ cup sugar

⅔ cup milk

1 ½ cups heavy cream

½ teaspoon vanilla extract

1 pound mascarpone cheese

1 cup strong black coffee, room temperature

2 tablespoons rum

1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder

Using a medium saucepan, whisk together egg yolks and sugar. Add in milk and whisk over medium heat until mixture boils. Boil for one minute and then remove from heat. Once the mixture has cooled, cover it and put it in the refrigerator. After one hour, mix the mascarpone cheese into the egg and milk mixture until smooth. In another bowl, whip together cream and vanilla until stiff peaks form. In small bowl, mix together the coffee and rum. Pour 1 ½ tablespoons of the coffee and rum mixture over the cooled cupcakes and allow it to absorb into the cake. Distribute the mascarpone mixture over the cupcakes, spreading it evenly. Place a large dollop of the whipped cream over the mascarpone mixture and sprinkle with cocoa powder. Refrigerate 3–5 hours until set.

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A Likely Story

Coming November 2015 in hardcover from Berkley Prime Crime!

“I need a plunger and a mop stat!” Lindsey Norris cried from the family restroom in the children's area of the Briar Creek Public Library. There was an inch of water on the floor, and the water spilling over the toilet bowl showed no signs of slowing.

The harried mother and daughter who had just been in the restroom stood by the door, with the young girl giving Lindsey big worried looks while the mother gushed apologies almost as fast as the toilet spilled water.

“I'm so sorry, so sorry, so very, very sorry,” Kimberly Curtis said.

“It's fine,” Lindsey lied. “Happens all the time.”

She glanced down at the young girl, Madison Curtis, who was pulling her winter hat over her face as if to hide. She peeked at Lindsey from under the edge and said, “I sorry. Duck wanted to swim.”

Lindsey felt her lips turn up in spite of the situation. She glanced at Kimberly and said, “It does make sense on one level.”

Kimberly hugged her daughter and gave Lindsey an appreciative glance. “You're very kind, but there is nothing logical about flushing a stuffed duck down the toilet.”

“Here's the mop!”

Lindsey glanced past Kimberly and Madison at her second in command. Her longtime friend, Beth Stanley, was coming at her with a mop in one hand and a plunger in the other, or more accurately, a mop under one wing and a plunger under the other.

“Wild guess, here,” Lindsey said as she took in Beth's bright yellow hooded sweatshirt with wings on the sleeves and an orange beak and two large eyes sewn onto the hood, “
Make Way for Ducklings
?”

“McCloskey is the man!” Beth said. “Yes, story time was all the faves:
Ping
,
Come Along, Daisy!
, and
The
Ugly Duckling
, natch.”

“Well, you inspired little Madison here to set one free,” Lindsey said.

“Uh-oh,” Beth said. She looked past Lindsey at the bathroom floor.

“It's fine, I changed into my boots,” Lindsey said. She pointed to her L.L.Bean snow boots. “I'll just waddle on in there and shut the water off.”

“I'll help. I'm in boots, too. They look like duck feet, don't you think?” Beth asked.

“They do,” Lindsey agreed. She looked at Kimberly and Madison. “We're going to start cleaning, and then I'm going to call our maintenance people from the town and see if they can get your duck out of the pipes.”

Madison's face crumpled, and she looked like she was going to have a complete meltdown. Beth, ever in touch with her story timers, saw the brewing storm and started having a conversation with Madison's duck.

“You're going where? Oh, sorry,” she called into the toilet. She glanced at them with a chagrined look. “I forgot to speak in duck.” She turned back to the toilet and said, “Quack, quack quackety quackers.”

Madison's face went from distraught to hopeful. Beth kept on the conversation, making Madison laugh while Kimberly leaned close to Lindsey and said, “We won't need Fluffy back. When Madison made it her go-to stuffie, Beth advised me to buy more of the same. I bought three of them and I rotate them in and out so they have the same amount of wear.”

“Brilliant,” Lindsey whispered back. Then she hurried into the bathroom to shut the water off.

“When will Fluffy come back?” Madison asked Beth. Her four-year-old voice was so pitiful that Lindsey wanted to hug her.

“Fluffy says she's going to visit her sister and she'll be back.” Beth paused to look at Kimberly, who nodded. “After dinner.”

Madison beamed and clapped her hands as Beth and Lindsey sloshed back towards them.

“What do you say, Madison?” Kimberly asked her daughter.

“Thank you.” Madison hugged Beth around the knees and then did the same to Lindsey.

“You're welcome,” they said together. They waved as the mother and daughter bundled up to go out into the February cold.

“Maintenance is never going to get that duck out of there, are they?” Lindsey asked.

“Not a chance,” Beth said. “But it's okay. Kim is smart and has backups.”

“So she said,” Lindsey said. “Great advice you gave her there.”

“Sometimes I pull a good one out of my beak,” Beth joked. “Quack.”

“Clark from Maintenance just called. They are fixing an electrical issue with the town garage and can't get back here until late this afternoon,” Ms. Cole said as she joined them. She looked at the bathroom with disapproval and said, “When Mr. Tupper was director we never had plumbing issues.”

“That's ridicu—” Beth protested but Lindsey interrupted her.

“Thank you for calling them, Ms. Cole,” Lindsey said.

When she had taken the job as director of the small town public library a couple of years ago, she'd had no idea that her skill set would evolve to include basic plumbing, but then there were a lot of things she hadn't expected when she took this job. She supposed the unexpected was what kept it interesting.

She glanced at her watch; speaking of interesting, she had a meeting to attend. Her weekly crafternoon meeting was scheduled for one hour from now, and she knew what she had to do. Mop.

“Hurry!” Beth said as she and Lindsey hustled down the hallway.

It had been a couple of years now, and Lindsey was surprised at how much of an important part of her life their weekly crafternoon meetings had become for her.

Briar Creek was a small town nestled on the coast of Connecticut. Its claim to fame was that Captain Kidd had once buried treasure out in the Thumb Islands, which numbered into the hundreds if you counted big rocks, out in the bay. As yet, no one had found the treasure although plenty had tried.

When Lindsey had become the director of the library, she knew that in order to survive, she had to make the library a place that people really enjoyed spending time. One of her very first ideas had been to form a crafternoon club, a group of women who met every Thursday for lunch, book talk, and crafting. Men were welcome, too, but so far they'd had no takers.

Instead of just a program for the library, what Lindsey had gotten was a close-knit group of friends who shared her love of food and books and tolerated her inability to craft. She adored each and every one of them.

She and Beth skidded into the room to find Nancy Peyton, Lindsey's landlord; Violet La Rue, a retired Broadway actress; Charlene La Rue, Violet's daughter who was also a local newscaster; and Mary Murphy, owner of the local café and sister to Lindsey's ex-boyfriend Mike Sullivan, known to everyone as Sully, already engaged in conversation.

“Inspector Grant,” Nancy Peyton said. “What do we think of him, ladies?”

“I like him,” Violet La Rue said. “He has spunk.”

Lindsey smiled as she and Beth hit the buffet spread and loaded up their plates. Nancy and Violet were two of the spunkiest ladies she'd ever met, so it was no surprise to her that they approved of Inspector Grant, the hero of this week's book under discussion,
The Daughter of Time
by Josephine Tey.

Charlene had brought the food today and it was an assortment of mini quiches, arugula salad, sweet tea, and chocolate cream pie for dessert. The quiches were still hot, and Lindsey felt her mouth begin to water. She'd had no idea that swabbing a bathroom floor could cause such an appetite.

Nancy's blue eyes twinkled as she looked at Lindsey. “Can you imagine trying to solve the mystery of whether King Richard III murdered the princess in the tower just because you were hospitalized for a broken leg and were bored? Who does that sort of thing, solve mysteries just because?”

Lindsey shoved a mini quiche into her mouth and then pointed to her lips to indicate she couldn't talk right now because she was chewing.

Charlene La Rue laughed. She was Violet's daughter and they shared the same dark complexion, striking features, and fierce intelligence. Charlene moved over on the couch so that Lindsey could sit next to her. Then she looked at Lindsey and said, “I think she's teasing you.”

Lindsey swallowed. “You think?”

Charlene laughed and Mary joined in, saying, “We could always talk about who you're dating if that would be more comfortable for you than your penchant for amateur sleuthing.”

Lindsey gave her a horrified look. She swallowed and said, “But I'm not even dating anyone right now.”

“Really?” Mary asked. She sounded so disappointed.

Mary had been lobbying hard for Lindsey to get back together with her brother Sully for a while now.

“Sorry, it's complicated,” Lindsey said.

“So, you're not dating anyone at all?” Violet clarified.

“Nobody,” Lindsey said. Violet had a horse in the race for Lindsey's affections, an actor friend of hers named Robbie Vine, who was ridiculously charming and also married. Lindsey went for a subject change. “So, what did you think of Inspector Grant's uncanny ability to read a person's character from their face? Do you think it's possible?”

“I wish,” Beth said, taking a seat next to Violet. “Every time I think I've nailed it, the guy turns out to be a toad. I've dated more than my share of toads.”

“I thought you had a nice time with that young banker you went out to dinner with,” Nancy said.

“Ugh,” Beth grunted. “He's all about conspicuous consumption, you know, the big house, expensive car, designer label life. So shallow.”

“That's too bad,” Violet said. She patted Beth's shoulder. “Don't you worry, the right one will come along.”

“Speaking of the right
one
,” Charlene said. She turned her reporter's gaze on Lindsey. “Have you had any luck in narrowing down your choices?”

“Do we have enough paper for the paper flowers we're making?” Lindsey asked. “Maybe I should go check on that.”

She hopped out of her seat and crossed the room to their crafting table. Today they were making bouquets of paper roses out of recycled office paper. Lindsey planned to use the bouquets to decorate the library and help fight off the winter doldrums.

Using paper with words printed on it, they used a template to cut the petals out, then they colored just the edges of the paper to give the flowers some pop. Next they would use a glue gun to layer the petals from biggest to smallest. Once the flowers were done, they would attach green florist wire for the stem.

She heard the women resume talking about the novel, and she heaved a sigh of relief. She loved them all dearly but she didn't want to talk about her love life, since it was rather complicated. Actually, it wasn't complicated so much as it was none of their business, but that seemed rude to say.

“Lindsey, can I talk to you for a sec?”

Lindsey glanced up at the door to see their library clerk Ann Marie standing there. The ladies all greeted Ann Marie warmly, and Nancy promised to bring her a batch of cookies for her two precocious boys.

“Sure, what is it?” Lindsey asked.

“We finally got that book in for Stewart Rosen,” Ann Marie said. She held up the book in question. It was a medical text that they'd special ordered from a university for him. “They're giving us a very short turnaround on borrowing it. Just two weeks.”

Lindsey glanced at the title and nodded. “Stewart will want this right away then.”

“That's what I was thinking,” Ann Marie said. “Do you want me to put a call in to Sully to see if the water taxi is available?”

“That'd be great,” Lindsey said. She felt her heart kick up a notch at the thought of spending the afternoon with Sully.

“I think Stewart and Pete have some other books put aside for them on the hold shelf as well. Could you check this one out to them and put it with the others?”

“You got it, boss,” Ann Marie said. “Make sure you dress warm. The wind out on the water today is brutal.”

“Will do,” Lindsey said.

In her previous occupation as an academic librarian, Lindsey had never mopped up after overflowing toilets, but she'd never gotten to go on boat rides, either. Even though it was a chilly day in February, she couldn't help but be pleased that she was going out to the islands to deliver books to two of their homebound patrons. It was one of the parts of her job that made her feel as if she really was making a difference in her patrons' lives.