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  • Mass Market Paperback: 240 pages
  • Publisher: Signet (Nov. 5 2002)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0451207475
  • ISBN-13: 978-0451207470
  • Product Dimensions: 12.1 x 1.7 x 18.4 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 181 g
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars 9 customer reviews
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #1,122,555 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the Author

JoAnna Carl is the pseudonym of a multipublished mystery writer. She spent more than twenty-five years in the newspaper business, working as a reporter, feature writer, editor and columnist. She holds a degree in journalism from the University of Oklahoma and also studied in the OU Professional Writing Program. She lives in Oklahoma but spends much of her summer at a cottage on Lake Michigan near several communities similar to the fictional town of Warner Pier.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

The bear wasn’t cuddly or cute. His eyes were squinty and mean, and his face was grimy. A harness – or was it a muzzle? – was around his snout, and he looked as if he resented it. In fact, he looked like he might take a bite out of anybody who tried to take a bite out of him.

“I don’t care how much milk chocolate you load into that mold,” I said. “That bear’s never going to be a teddy.”

The other bear molds looked dirty, too. The metal clamps that held the backs and fronts together were all askew, and their silver-colored metal seemed to be all tarnished. All of them looked as if they needed to be soaked in soapy water and scrubbed with a brush. I wasn’t impressed with the cleanliness of the dozen antique chocolate molds Aunt Nettie was arranging on the shelves of TenHuis Chocolade.

“I’d be glad to wash all of these,” I said.

“Wash them!” Aunt Nettie teetered on the top step of her kitchen step stool. “You don’t wash them!”

“But they’re dirty looking!”

“Those are chocolate stains.”

“Naturally, since they’re chocolate molds. But you don’t let the modern-day molds sit around dirty. Wouldn’t the antiques look better if they were cleaned up?”

Aunt Nettie clasped the mean-looking bear to the bib of the apron that covered her solid bosom and looked so horrified that I could tell my suggestion was making her wavy white hair stand on end, right through the holes in the white food-service hairnet she wore.

But she spoke patiently. “Lee, the plastic molds we use today won’t rust. These antique ones are tin plated, and they can rust. So the normal way to maintain them – back when they were in general use – was to put them away without washing them. The coating of chocolate was like oiling them. It kept them from rusting. When the old-time chocolatiers started on their next batch of chocolates – maybe a year later – then they’d wash them.”

“But since we don’t plan to use these, but just display them…”

“No, Lee. The chocolate traces show that the molds are authentic.” She held out the mold of the mean looking bear. “This one has been washed, and it wasn’t dried properly. It’s rusted already. I pointed that out to Gail Hess when she brought the molds by so she’d know we didn’t do it. Washing them would be like putting a coat of acrylic on a genuine Chippendale table.”

I didn’t argue.

My aunt, Jeanette TenHuis, is an expert on chocolate and is the boss of TenHuis Chocolade. I’d had to be told that lots of chocolate people use the European spelling – “mould” with a “u” – for the forms they use for making chocolates, and reserve the American “mold” to refer to that stuff along the hem of the shower curtain. No, I’m not just the bookkeeper – business manager, if you want to sound fancy. I pay the bills for the butter, cream, chocolate, and flavorings Aunt Nettie uses to make the most delicious bonbons, truffles, and molded chocolates ever placed into a human mouth, but I don’t take any part in how she assembles those ingredients.

“Anyway, I think the molds will get us into the teddy bear spirit,” Aunt Nettie said.

“The chamber of commerce committee ought to approve,” I said. “They’re going to look nice, even if they are a bit dingy.”

The little retail area of TenHuis Chocolade was looking quite festive. Warner Pier, already tourism central for western Michigan in the summer, was making a special push to draw winter visitors, and the chamber of commerce had decided on “A Teddy Bear Getaway” as the theme for a late-winter production of Teddy and His Bear, a comic look at the hunting exploits of Teddy Roosevelt. The Warner Pier Sewing Society had costumed the high school choir as toys, and the kids were going to present a concert with “The Teddy Bears’ Picnic” as a theme. The twelve blocks of the Warner Pier business district and dozens of the town’s authentic Victorian houses were festooned with bear banners, and cuddly bears shinned up the pseudo-gaslights on each corner. The Warner Pier restaurants – the ones that are open on the off season – were serving honey cakes and Turkey a la Teddy. There’s a bed and breakfast on nearly every corner in Warner Pier, and the ones that were taking part in the promotion were so full of teddy bears there was hardly room for the guests. Their special Getaway rates had been advertised as far away as St. Louis and New York. The weather seemed to be cooperating, providing picturesque snow that made us look as if were decorated with stiffly starched antimacassars, but didn’t block the roads. The snowmobile rental places were gearing up, and volunteers were checking the cross-country ski trails. Even the Warner Pier bars were offering specials – bear beer and teddy tonics. The official Warner Pier greeting was a bear hug.

We were cuddly as all get out.

TenHuis Chocolade, one of the specialty shops catering to the town’s wealthy visitors and part-time residents, was getting into the spirit by displaying antique chocolate molds, loaned to us by Gail Hess, who ran the antique shop across the street and who was chairman of the promotion.

“I want to have these up by the time Gail comes back,” Aunt Nettie said.

I left Aunt Nettie to arrange the molds and got down on my knees to festoon swags of red velvet ribbon along the edge of the glass showcase. Since I’m close to six feet tall, I would have had to bend way over to do it standing up, but kneeling put the counter almost at eye level for me. Of course, it also meant that the glass front of the showcase reflected my face in a frightening close-up. I’m not used to seeing every strand of my Michigan Dutch blond hair – pulled back George Washington style – and every speckle in my Texas hazel eyes jump at me in such detail.

The showcase was already filled with an artfully arranged selection of TenHuis teddy bear specialties. We had a milk chocolate teddy who was much more jovial than the cranky-looking antique one, tiny teddy bears in milk or white chocolate, a twelve-inch-high teddy with a white chocolate grin and dark chocolate eyes. Interspersed among the large molded items were miniature gift boxes of gold and silver, each stuffed with yummy TenHuis truffles and bonbons and molded bears. Est of all, I thought, were the gift certificates – beautiful parchment scrolls peeking out of backpacks worn by eight-inch teddy bears or held in the paws of cunning six-inch cubs.

There were no peppermints or hard candies here. TenHuis makes only fine, European-style chocolates – bonbons, truffles, and molded treats.

I had just put the final red velvet swag on the counter when the door opened and Gail blew in.

It wasn’t really a pun. Gail Hess walked and talked so fast that a conversation with her was like standing out in a high wind. She was fiftyish, maybe twenty years older than I was, and she wore her frankly fake red hair cut short and tousled – as if it had been styled by a hurricane. She always left me feeling as if I were back in my hometown on the Texas plains, facing into one of our thirty-mile-an-hour breezes.

Gail began talking as rapidly as usual. “IsOliviahereyet?”

My Texas ears didn’t understand a word she said. Aunt Nettie seemed to, though she looked surprised. “Olivia VanHorn?” she asked.

“Yes. I invited her to come by.”

“I didn’t even know she was back in town.”

“She’s clearing out her mother’s house. I was afraid she would be here before me. Nettie, the molds look lovely!”

Aunt Nettie gave an antique teddy a final tweak, then climbed down from her step stool. She seemed puzzled. I wondered what was bothering her. It couldn’t be the arrangement of the chocolate molds. Gail had just admired them, anyway. It must be the mention of this Olivia person.

“Who is Olivia VanHorn,” I said, “and why does she want to see the display of molds?”

Gail looked at me. “Oh, Lee, I keep forgetting you’re almost a stranger to Warner Pier. Being Nettie’s niece and all. Though I will say you two don’t look as if you’re related.”

“We’re not blood relations,” Aunt Nettie said. “Phil was Lee’s mother’s brother. Lee has the TenHuis head for business. I bless the day she agreed to help me out. “

“And I bless the day she agreed to help me get out of Dallas,” I said.

We both laughed. The secret, of course, is that Aunt Nettie and I just love each other. And we respect our differences. So we’re able to work together all day and share a house at night without getting on each other’s nerves too often.

“Phil always handled the business side, so I was lost after he died,” Aunt Nettie said. “Lee’s got me back on my feet.”

I gritted my teeth at that one. Aunt Nettie’s business was still teetering, and we had an obnoxious banker leaning over our shoulders to prove it. But I didn’t want to tell the other Warner Pier merchants that, so I changed the subject. “Now, back to my question. Who is Olivia VanHorn?”

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Lee McKinney is handling her first winter in Michigan rather well for a Texas gal. She insists that the cold won't slow her down. What does stop her in her tracks is the sudden appearance of her ex-stepson, Jeff. Sullen and refusing to discuss why he's there, Aunt Nettie offers him a temporary job at TenHuis Chocolade.
Meanwhile, the town is getting ready for a teddy bear promotion to try to attract winter visitors. Lee and Nettie have borrowed some antique chocolate molds to decorate the shop. But then the shop is broken into late at night and a murder takes place. Are the two related? Why did Jeff sneak out of the house both nights? And, most importantly, can Lee clear him of murder?
The second in this cozy series will delight fans of the first. The author does a great job of reminding us of the characters and building on their personalities. It helps to read them in order, but with the backgrounds offered, not completely necessary. The mystery had several facets that kept me confused, but overall it could have been a little more complex.
Anyone who enjoys light mysteries will enjoy this series as well. But a word of warning. The descriptions of the chocolate might send you to your local candy store for a quick fix.
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JoAnna Carl's second book, "The Chocolate Bear Burglary" in her chocolate mysteries immerses the reader completely into small town life in the chocolate business.
JoAnna Carl does such a great job that I now have over $200 worth of chocolate coming from Morgen Chocolate in Dallas - the shop that she actually based her stories on. Unfortunately, they have an online website! LOL Actually, it was kind of neat because you can actually see some of the various types of candies that the author describes in her series.
I thought that it was so neat that she also based this mystery in part on the antique chocolate molds. Oh...went on eBay and they just got a shipment in from Belgium of antique molds. Actually, resisted them =but again, how neat to look at them.
This second book was even better than the first and was belivable in plot and dialogue. Lee's tongue twisting impediment still gets on my nerves and it is just a little too cute in the words that DO come out - but it was a little more "bearable." The one criticism is that I thought the Teddybear Event in Warner Pier could have been expounded upon at the end. It was described in the beginning and we really don't hear too much more about it.
The mystery aspect was very good as I didn't realize until the end who was involved in the murders. This is a light, but truly enjoyable series.
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After divorcing her husband and leaving her Texas hometown, Lee McKinney moves to Warner Pier, Michigan where she begins to make a new life for herself. She moves into her Aunt Nettie's home because the prices for real estate in Michigan are sky high and serves as the business manager for her aunt's TenHuis Chocolade store. The merchants in the business district are doing a teddy bear winter promotion to attract tourists and TenHuis Chocolade exhibits very valuable antique molds.
In the middle of all the festivity and commotion, Lee's former stepson Jeff arrives in town, refusing to tell her why he's there. She puts the troubled youth to work at her aunt's store and he becomes a hero when he foils a robbery that insures the molds are returned to Gail, the antique dealer who lent them to the store in the first place. The next thing anyone knows is Gail is dead and her stepson is in jail on suspicion of murder. Lee is determined to prove his innocence and sets herself up as a target for a killer without mercy.
Do not read THE CHOCOLATE BEAR BURGLARY on an empty stomach because the luscious, mouth-watering erotic descriptions of exotic chocolate will have you running out to buy gourmet sweets. JoAnna Carl's amateur sleuth tale is a delectable treat starring a heroine impossible to dislike. This woman gets the job done, whether its selling chocolate or solving the case as she follows up every clue and lead.
Harriet Klausner
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JoAnna Carl is another of the great cozy mystery writers writing in the food genre that has become so popular. If you like Tamar Myers or Joanne Pence, you will enjoy JoAnna Carl.
We start our tale, in the winter, with Lee, a heroine displaced from Texas, to Western Michigan. Lee has taken on the daunting task of looking after the business side of her aunt's chocolate factory and store, TenHuis. While she can work magic with a ledger, Lee has the troublesome problem of saying the wrong thing all of the time.
We follow Lee as one problem after another falls into her unsuspecting hands. With her everpresent verbal bumblings, her inteligence is easily called into question, but as it all plays out, she does find a way to extract herself, and her loved ones from all of the messes. (I won't give details, as I DESPISE spoilers!)
She also includes little tidbits of trivia about the appearance of chocolate in older works of mystery. Those segements are fascinating.
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In this second book of the Chocoholic Mystery Series, Lee McKinney and Aunt Nettie are preparing for "A Teddy Bear Getaway", promoting winter tourism in their western Michigan town of Warner Pier. As part of the promotion, they are displaying a group of old chocolate molds which were brought to them by Gail Hess, a local antique dealer. Someone breaks into their chocolate shop in an attempt to steal one of the valuable molds and soon Lee's ex-stepson, Jeff, discovers a dead body, implicating him in the murder. Soon Lee is caught up in a little private sleuthing in an attempt to exonerate Jeff. She also is dealing with her ex-husband, and trying to figure out her relationship with Joe, a local man who expresses interest in her,yet is reluctant to take her out in public. This book is more interesting than the first one of the series and has a more satisfying conclusion. I will look forward to more Lee McKinney books in the future.
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