My name is Eufrasia Canelli, but everybody calls meEffie. I come from a big Italian family with big hearts, big appetites, and an even bigger bankroll that's cleverly hidden from the IRS.

I'm not married to the mob, I was born into it.Just last year, I was laid off from my career at a tech company, and in an effort to keep from moving back home, I went crawling to the biggest crime lord I know—my Uncle Jimmy.

He gave me two options: dance at his strip club or hunt down his enemies.

Seeing that I'm no fan of public nudity, I opted for murder.

Let's just say my mortality rate so far is nil.

Okay, so I'm not a straight shot, but my Uncle Jimmy doesn't seem to mind and I'm still raking in enough money to keep a roof over my head.

I also took a part-time job at a local bakery. Not only do I get to satisfy my sweet tooth for free, but I get a decent cover when I'm asked about my employment.

Thanksgiving is just around the corner and Honey Hollow is rolling out the feathered carpet as all of Main Street hosts theGobble and Grab Turkey Trot where shops are handing out samples and having sales right up until the big day. In fact, the bakery is hosting a pumpkin pie-eating contest to kick off the festivities. And let's not forget the huge book signing taking place on night one, featuring Harmony Honeycutt's new book on how to manifest your dreams.

So when my next hit ends up face down in a pie I served up, I'm not only shocked—I'm also a little curious as to who beat me to the killer punch. And wouldn't you know it? That dead guy just so happens to be Harmony Honeycutt's ex. It makes me wonder if she's just manifested herself a murder.

Harmony might be at the top of my suspect list, but I'm at the top of Cooper's.

Now I've got to find the killer before I end up behind bars for committing a homicide I had nothing to do with.

I guess it's true what they say—living in Honey Hollow can be murder.