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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 Mystery series.A smartphone dating game turns the Village Blend into a hookup hotspotuntil a gunshot turns the landmark coffeehouse into a crime scene.
Alice and Marc are also bestselling media tie-in writers who have penned properties for Lucasfilm, NBC, Fox, Disney, Imagine, and MGM. ."My ex-husband dropped his hard body onto the soft stool at our crowded coffee bar, the thorny end of a long-stemmed rose still pricking his hand."Three strikes in one night," I said. ""I think you should give up pitching woo and pitch in behind this counter . ."We were short-staffed this evening with every café table occupied, the coffee bar packed, and a line of customers spilling into the chilly West Village night. "Here you go, made with love."Matt took a long hit and sighed. "Just one more check of my Pumpkin Pot.""Your what? "He's talking about that stupid Cinder app."With a deep breath for patience, I went back to work behind the espresso machine. If she swipes my profile right by midnight tomorrow, I'll get a Tinkerbell notification.""A what? As Village Blend manager Clare Cosi fixes a date for her wedding, her ex-husband is making dates through smartphone swipes.Clare has mixed feelings about these match-ups happening in her coffeehouse. "Look, it's no different than meeting a prospective partner in a bar or at a party. " I jumped up to show him and, on the next bounce, screamed a gentle suggestion to-"Call the police!Clare not only finds reason to believe it, she fears the real killer will strike again. That's Cinder-speak for going to-""I get that, too. Then he challenged me to prove this "devolution" theory with a concrete example. When it happens enough times, anyone's candy-store excitement could turn sour, even bitter. When our eyes met, I pointed to the ceiling, my meaning clear-I'm going up! Whatever was going down, I was determined to have a look, and (if possible) try to help. Her white silk blouse looked virginal over her pink flowered skirt. Clare Cosi, the Village Blend’s manager, later goes to meet her former mother-in-law for a late dinner at a waterfront restaurant, where Clare discovers the body of a regular Village Blend customer floating in the river. Coyle (the husband-and-wife team of Alice Alfonsi and Marc Cerasini) serves up some tantalizing descriptions of the scents and flavors of coffee and assorted edibles, as well as musings on the dating scene in the digital age.Now Clare is "swiping" through suspects in her own shopwith the help of her globetrotting ex-husband, a man who's spent his life hunting for coffee and women. " he said with renewed vigor-and thumb typing."What just happened? Binary code could connect continents, but it couldn't reprogram people, delete our fears and frailties. Matt's eyes bugged and he fervently shook his head. This was my coffeehouse, my staff, my responsibility."You take the service stairs! As I crested the top, I slowed my movements, entering the lounge in a crouched position. Honey blond hair fell to her twenty-something shoulders. She seemed a shy type, always sat alone-though she sometimes conversed with Tucker Burton, my assistant manager. "About then, I noticed something that alarmed me (even more than this mini Italian opera). This entry is sure to delight old fans and garner new ones.