Big Hair & Buttermilk Pie
by Lori Stacy
Big Hair & Buttermilk Pie:
A Rose Cottage Cafe Mystery
Superlative Media (April 18, 2016)
Print Length: 116 pages
Mandy Hemphill is living her dream, running the successful Rose Cottage Cafe in Orchardville, Texas, from the ground floor of a converted, old—and possibly haunted—downtown home. She even had plans to grow her business with a new outdoor patio…if only the mayor wouldn’t have turned her down.
So when the beloved mayor is found murdered, Mandy finds herself among the suspects. And now business at the cafe is dropping faster than a fallen soufflé. How can she prove her innocence and save the Rose Cottage Cafe?
Thankfully Ben, the new owner of The Orchardville Gazette, doesn’t believe she’s guilty. As the two of them set out to find the real killer, they uncover one small-town lie after the next. But the closer they get to learning the truth about who killed the mayor, the more in danger they find themselves.
Character Guest Post
by Lori Stacy, author of Big Hair & Buttermilk Pie
Hi, I’m Mandy Hemphill, owner of the Rose Cottage Cafe in Orchardville, Texas. As some of you may have heard, the quaint, old Victorian building in which our cafe is located is rumored to be haunted by a ghost named Wilcox. And I’m here to tell you… it’s true! I’ve experienced what can only be explained as a ghostly encounter with the former inhabitant of this home.
First, a little backstory. A man named Jim Wilcox did once live in the house that is now our cafe. He was a Civil War veteran, married to a woman named Ikie who came from a large Louisiana family. They moved here in 1880, and Jim worked for the railroad. He was also a talented woodworker. They never thought they would have children, but in 1882 his wife became pregnant. They were thrilled. Jim even build a crib, hand carving a W into the headboard. (I know this because we found the crib in the attic once when the owner let us store some old chairs up there.) Sadly, Ikie and the baby died during childbirth. Jim never recovered. He became a bit of a workaholic, going from work to home each and every day until his death, in this house, in 1904
Fast forward to a few years ago when my assistant manager, Zoe, and I were here late one night working on a big catering order for a client’s baby shower that we were hosting in the restaurant the next day. At eleven, I finally told Zoe to go home; the food was done and I just needed to finish the table settings.
A few minutes after I thought she left, I heard sounds in the kitchen. I figured Zoe hadn’t left yet and yelled “Go home, Zoe, it’s late!.” When she didn’t respond, I went into the kitchen, but there was no one in there. I turned to walk out. But something caught me eye: We had decorated the cake to look like a crib, with the cake as the bed, and a frosted cookies around the “bed” to look like the woodwork of a cradle. I noticed at that moment that there was a “W” on the frosted-cookie headboard. The client’s last name was Rogers. I felt a chill and got out of the kitchen as fast as I could. But as I exited, I saw him—Wilcox—or an apparition of him. He looked right at me then with the saddest of eyes, then walked toward the stairway. I grabbed my handbag and sprinted out of the building, without stopping to lock the doors or turn out the lights.
It took me forever to calm down, and I figured I would make sense of things in the morning… or not. But when I got there the next day, Zoe was already there. The “W” on the cake was gone, and Zoe said she hadn’t noticed anything or made any changes.
I told Zoe about what had happened the night before, and I think she believed me, although she did wonder if it was my sheer exhaustion that made me see things. But I believe in what I saw.
About The Author –
After her twenty-year career in magazine publishing came to a screeching halt faster than you can say “print is dead,” Lori Stacy decided it was time to finally turn the many stories she had been crafting in her head over the years into books.
Lori has authored a number of fiction and nonfiction books for young adults, has written articles for both print and online publications, and has written about hotels for one of the world’s leading search engines.
She lives in Texas with her husband and three children. When she is not writing, you can usually find her in the kitchen baking treats (which she says are for her children) or trying to train their hundred-pound golden retriever, an obedience school dropout.
You can find out more about Lori and her latest books at www.loristacy.com, provided she didn’t forget to pay her web hosting bill.