Krista Davis - Diva 01 _ Diva Runs Out of Thyme, The

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**Gracious living can be murder. First in an all-new mystery series - includes delicious recipes and great tips on entertaining!** Few can compete with Natasha Smith when it comes to entertaining, but her childhood rival, Sophie Winston, certainly tries. Natasha may have stolen the spotlight - and Sophie's husband - but Sophie is determined to rob her of the prize for the Stupendous Stuffing Shakedown. She just needs the right ingredient. But Sophie's search for the perfect turkey takes a basting when she stumbles across a corpse. And when the police find her name and photo inside the victim's car, Sophie will have to set her trussing aside to solve the murder - or she'll be serving up prison grub.

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Oh, no! “Mom,” I interrupted, “could you help me in the kitchen?”

She nodded at June and followed me.

Whispering, I said, “Don’t you dare invite Mars and Natasha to dinner.”

“Honey, you saw how sad June was. Is it really so much to ask?”

“Do you honestly expect me to entertain my ex-husband and his new girlfriend—who, incidentally, accused me of murder—at Thanksgiving dinner?”

“Honey, this is your chance to steal Mars back.”

“Natasha did not steal Mars.”

Mom patted me as though she didn’t believe it. “There will be so many people you’ll hardly notice.” She sniffed. “And it will help me forget that Jen can’t be here.”

“No.”

“Well, I must say that I’m very disappointed in you, Sophie. Where is your compassion? Their house burned and you can’t even bring yourself to offer them one meal? I brought you up better than that. Besides, I have to see Natasha’s mother every week at the hospital auxiliary. It’s only good manners. If your kitchen burned down, I would expect Natasha to invite you.” She paused. “And what’s more, Natasha would do it because she has exquisite manners.”

I would not let myself be manipulated. “No.”

June poked her head into the kitchen. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but Bernie lent me his cute little phone to call Mars. They’ve accepted your generous invitation. Now I’m going to call Andrew and Vicki.”

June must have read the astonishment on my face because she added quickly, “They have nowhere else to go. Vicki’s only living relative is a brother in Hong Kong. We’ve never met him. He didn’t even come to their wedding.”

Mars’s brother and his wife, too? My eyes met Mom’s in desperation. All of my former in-laws would be coming for dinner.

Mom shrugged like it was out of our hands. But she looked far too happy about it.

NINE

From “A Natasha Thanksgiving”:

For a dramatic centerpiece, hollow out eight small pumpkins. Randomly make holes in all of them with an electric drill. Be sure you drill matching holes on the sides so they can be joined in a circle. Use screws and bolts to fasten the pumpkins into a circle. Place a votive candle in each pumpkin and you’ll have a sparkling showpiece for the center of your table or your buffet.

Hannah bounced into the kitchen, typically oblivious to the chaos in my life. “I’m taking a bath and doing my hair while Craig is out. Don’t want him to see me in hot curlers.”

I could have used some help, but if she was going to hog the only full bathroom for a while, she probably ought to do it now.

Dad grumbled a bit about Bernie having taken over the den. I gathered he’d planned to hide there with the newspaper. Instead, he and Daisy hit the brick sidewalks for a stroll.

Unlike Mars, who’d rather have died than spend the morning with three women in the kitchen, Bernie puttered about in his bathrobe, completely comfortable. He put on the kettle for tea, sampled cranberry sauce that had gelled, stirred roux for the gravy until it turned golden and smelled delicately nutty, and asked June about her sister.

I wondered if his unorthodox upbringing in so many different households had something to do with his ease and obvious desire to cozy up in the kitchen with us.

While she talked, June’s knitting needles flew like they were on autopilot. “In the forties, an elegant socialite named Perle Mesta hosted intimate dinner parties for select guests in Washington. Legend has it that more than one international deal was sealed at her dinner table. She knew who to put together, you see, in a gracious setting, so that political deals could be worked out.”

She paused to untangle Mochie’s paw from her yarn. “Given that group of pompous political wannabes Natasha had at the house last night, I’d say she aspires to Perle Mesta fame.” She tsked. “Explains why she had to sink her claws into Mars. Anyway, Faye never quite reached Perle’s stature but she entertained Washington glitterati here. Things were different then. Women wanted jobs and entered the workforce, and being a domestic diva lost its glamour for a good many years. But that never deterred Faye. She put on her orange miniskirt and tie-dyed tops and hosted everything from séances to elegant midnight dinners. That’s why the dining room is so large. She put the addition on the back of the house so she could accommodate big parties.”

A mug of tea in his hand, Bernie walked over to examine Faye’s picture. “We should hold a séance to see if we can contact her.”

I bit my lip and waited to see if June would mention talking to Faye.

June simply smiled and said, “She never was the prettiest girl at the party but she sure was the most fun.”

Time sped by with Mom and me arguing over whether basting a turkey actually makes a difference in moistness. I claimed it didn’t and that opening the oven to baste only dropped the temperature. Mom insisted that drizzling the top with juices made for moister meat.

With the side dishes well under way, I faced the challenge of Thanksgiving hors d’oeuvres. Some guests don’t want anything before the heavy meal but others choose to nibble. I mixed a batch of my light-as-air one-bite cheese puffs to bake in the oven as guests arrived. For those willing to eat a little bit more, I stuffed mushroom caps with a zesty crabmeat mixture.

All the dishes under control, I pulled on my sweater and popped out to the backyard with a basket and pruning shears. Though I hated to steal them from the birds, the orange pyracantha berries growing along the back fence would make a perfect centerpiece. Low enough for guests to see over, yet vibrant and cheery. I cut enough to fill several small vases. Natasha would have done something far more elaborate but I liked the simplicity of the berries. While I was out there, I righted the pots the Peeping Tom had knocked over.

Back inside, I pulled out one of Faye’s ultra-long tablecloths of woven green, amber, and pumpkin plaid. When we inherited her sizable collections of china patterns and silver, I wondered what we would do with it all. Now I was thrilled to have a dozen matching place settings to use.

I felt certain Natasha had planned to use fancy-schmancy china and was almost sure that was the reason I chose sage-green earthenware plates and soup bowls. I added inexpensive wine and water glasses that I had bought because I loved the iridescent amber glass of the goblets. I bunched berries in three-inch vases and arranged them in clusters down the center of the table, mixing in colorful ceramic candlesticks.

Stepping back, I appraised the table. Festive and not at all stuffy. Perfect.

Mom peeked in the doorway. “It looks lovely, dear, but you need to add one more place setting.”

I did the math again in my head. “No, it’s an even dozen.”

Mom gave me that look I knew from my childhood when she had a secret.

“Mom!” She didn’t know anyone up here besides my brother, and he and his family were out of town. “Who did you invite?”

The doorbell rang. Perfect timing for Mom to avoid my question.

My stomach flip-flopped. I’d been dreading the moment Natasha and Mars would arrive.

Mom flicked a piece of fuzz off my shoulder. “Couldn’t you have worn something that showed a little cleavage?”

What could she possibly be thinking? I didn’t have time to contemplate it. I sucked in a deep breath of air, pasted a smile on my face, and answered the door.

Complete chaos ensued. Dad returned with Daisy, who shot into the house. Mars arrived with Natasha at the same time that the colonel and MacArthur strode up the walk followed by Craig.

They paired off quickly. MacArthur, the bulldog, romped with his old buddy, Daisy. Dad and the colonel commandeered the den.

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