"Coyle's latest Coffeehouse mystery is a honey of a tale....A primer on bees, coffee, and some of New York's most unusual and exciting areas make for a fascinating and mysterious read."— Kirkus Reviews    Clare Cosi is as busy as a bee planning her honeymoon when murder buzzes into the Village Blend in this all-new mystery in the beloved New York Times bestselling Coffeehouse series by Cleo Coyle. While struggling to find a romantic (and affordable) destination for her upcoming honeymoon, coffeehouse manager Clare Cosi whips up a delicious nectar made from honey-processed coffee. Clare plans to serve the brand-new Honey-Cinnamon Latte at her spring wedding to her longtime honey, NYPD detective Mike Quinn. The culinary world is also abuzz about the amazing honey that Clare was lucky enough to source for her shop's new latte. Produced by Madame's old friend "Queen" Bea Hastings, the rare, prize-winning nectar from Bea's rooftop hives commands a premium price, and top chefs compete for a chance to use it in their signature seasonal dishes. One night, a swarm of escaped bees blanket the Village Blend's chimney, and Clare discovers Bea's unconscious body after she seemingly fell from her high-rise rooftop-hive setup. The police want to rule it a tragic accident or possible attempted suicide, but Clare does not believe either theory. Like Madame, she knows this Queen would never abandon her hive. To solve the mystery, Clare investigates a world of cutthroat chefs, culinary start-ups, and competitive urban beekeepers. But can she uncover the truth without getting stung? ~ Includes recipes fit for a queen bee. Praise for the Coffeehouse Mysteries "Terrific series"    — Criminal Element  "A wonderful series with plenty of local color, great characters, and a setting so real that readers will be scouring the streets of Greenwich Village looking for the real Village Blend."  — The Mystery Reader    "Clare and company are some of the most vibrant characters I've ever read."  — Mystery Scene  Praise for Honey Roasted "Coyle’s latest Coffeehouse mystery is a honey of a tale.…A primer on bees, coffee, and some of New York’s most unusual and exciting areas make for a fascinating and mysterious read."— Kirkus Reviews “Red herrings pop up at every turn and relationships aren’t what they seem. Witty banter and a twisty plot...Coyle knows how to please cozy fans.”— Publishers Weekly "An engaging premise combines with a clever mystery.”—Booklist   "Fantastic whodunit…well-written and fast-paced…This is one of the best books in the series and I can’t wait to see what adventures await Clare and her friends."—Dru Ann Love, award-winning reviewer, Dru's Book Musings "The powerhouse writing duo that makes up Cleo Coyle has done it again with this 19th installment of the Coffeehouse Mysteries. What do I love about these books? EVERYTHING… Honey Roasted needs to be on every mystery lover’s to be read list."— Fresh Fiction Praise for the Coffeehouse Mysteries  “A gripping and entertaining mystery”— Library Journal (Starred Review) “Sure to delight”— Publishers Weekly    “Clare and company are some of the most vibrant characters I’ve ever read.”— Mystery Scene  “Fun and gripping.”— The Huffington Post   “A delicious mystery!”— Woman’s World “Cleo Coyle is by far one of the best…” – Fresh Fiction “Mix[es] clever and intricate plots with a regular cast of characters who become more enjoyable with every episode.”— Booklist Cleo Coyle is a pseudonym for Alice Alfonsi, writing in collaboration with her husband, Marc Cerasini. Both are New York Times bestselling authors of the Coffeehouse Mysteries. Alice and Marc are also bestselling media tie-in writers who have penned properties for Lucasfilm, NBC, Fox, Disney, Imagine, and MGM. One "Well, what do we have here?"  Matt Allegro spied the colorful brochures I'd been frowning over. Before I could stop my ex-husband, he snatched the bundle off the café table. "Honeymoon destinations?" He flipped through the glossy pile. "So, you and the flatfoot have finally agreed on a getaway? It looks like more than the birds and bees will be busy next spring." "Very funny, Allegro. Now give them back." Instead, Matt shook his shaggy dark head and grinned, white teeth gleaming behind his bush of a beard, crow's-feet crinkling in his deeply tanned skin-a rugged shade acquired not in a Manhattan tanning booth but under the tropical sun of a Costa Rican finca, where he'd also obtained an outstanding microlot of honey-processed arabica beans. For that alone, I should have forgiven him, but I wasn't in the mood. With a quick swipe, I tried to reclaim my happy-honeymoon dream, but Matt pulled the pamphlets out of reach and skidded away, ducking behind one of the overstuffed easy chairs in our second-floor lounge. Straightening my Village Blend apron, I strode across the room, and stuck my hand out. Matt viewed my open palm with amusement. "What will you trade for