Book 1: True Confections:

Middle age was never so much fun - if you don't count the murders.

When her husband of thirty years runs off with a college student named Cherri, Jane Delight returns to Pennsylvania to work in her Amish sister's cupcake store. Having lost everything in the divorce, Jane now finds herself sharing an apartment with two feisty octogenarians and their quirky cat. Mr. Crumbles.

But there is no time to despair. A man is murdered in the cupcake store, and now Jane is the prime suspect. Enter brooding detective Damon McCloud, a Scot with a tragic past and a desire for justice.

Can Jane solve the murder, wrangle her new roommates, and stop herself from falling for the detective?

Or will she never get her new life on track?

Book 2: Previous Confections:

Jane’s ex-husband’s new young wife comes to town, and it’s all about murder . . .

The last thing Jane expected was to meet Cherri, her ex-husband’s new wife, but that’s exactly what happens.

It’s bad enough that Jane’s Amish sister has a broken arm, so Jane has to run the cupcake store with dubious help from feisty octogenarians Matilda and Eleanor, and naughty little cat, Mr. Crumbles . . . but Cherri wants Jane’s help in solving a murder.

Will Jane be able to solve the murder, avoid her ex, keep the cupcake store from crumbling apart, and keep a level head around Detective Damon McCloud?

Or will it all end not so sweetly?

Book 3: Confection is Good for the Soul:

"Judy Jenkins, part-time cupcake book author and full-time bully, is dead . . . but why do the police suspect Jane's sweet Amish sister, Rebecca?

When Rebecca is accused of murder - - all over Amish Sour Cream Spice cupcakes - - it’s the start of another thrilling mystery for Jane Delight. Jane is eager to clear Rebecca's name, but with brooding Detective Damon McCloud wanting to whisk her away from the suspects, she’s in for the adventure of a lifetime.

Can Jane, Mr. Crumbles the cat, and Jane's meddlesome octogenarian roommates, Matilda and Eleanor, cook up a plan save the day?

Or is this mystery going to end in heart-bake?

Dorothy Hollingsworth