To save her cozy Florida diner, Gia Morelli must choke down a heaping helping of murder . . .   New York native Gia Morelli is just getting used to life in Florida when she gets word that the town government wants to shut down her pride and joy: the charming little diner known as the All-Day Breakfast Café. A forgotten zoning regulation means that the café was opened illegally, and hardboiled council president Marcia Steers refuses to budge. Gia is considering hanging up her apron and going back to New York, but before she gives up on her dream, she discovers something shocking in the local swamp: Marcia Steers, dead in the water. There’s a secret buried in the books at town hall, and someone killed to keep it hidden. To save her café and bring a killer to justice, Gia and her friends will have to figure out a killer’s recipe for murder . . . "The depiction of characters facing their fears and the risk of being hurt, all in order to find true happiness, adds a deeper layer to this always entertaining and thoroughly enjoyable novel." ~ Kings River Life Magazine "This mystery surpasses the first in series in every way... I highly recommend Murder Made to Order to those who like well-written cozy mysteries, cozy cafes, pups, and Florida." ~ Open Book Society Lena Gregory  lives in a small town on the south shore of eastern Long Island with her husband and three children. When she was growing up, she spent many lazy afternoons on the beach, in the yard, anywhere she could find to curl up with a good book. She loves reading as much now as she did then, but she now enjoys the added pleasure of creating her own stories. She is also the author of the Bay Island Psychic Mystery series, published by Berkley. Please visit her website at www.lenagregory.com. Murder Made To Order An All-Day Breakfast Café Mystery By Lena Gregory KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. Copyright © 2018 Lena Gregory All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-5161-0466-6 CHAPTER 1 "Fools!" Savannah Mills swiveled back and forth on a stool at the All-Day Breakfast Café counter and tapped a steady rhythm against the butcher-block countertop with her long, powder blue nails. "Every last one of them." Gia Morelli scrubbed the already spotless counter one more time for good measure, then flung the dishcloth into a bin beneath the counter, the steady rat-a-tat-tat of Savannah's rhythmic drumming making it almost impossible to think straight. "What I don't get is how they think they can get away with this?" Earl snorted. The elderly man, who'd been the All-Day Breakfast Café's first customer, and had since become a friend, had made a habit of arriving at the café before they opened and lingering over coffee until Gia officially unlocked the door and started cooking. "The council members are so used to doing whatever they want with no opposition they're like a pack of spoiled brats." "Yeah, well, not this time." Gia checked the clock — just about time to open. She rounded the counter and headed for the door. "No way I'm giving up everything I've worked for because that bunch found some antiquated zoning mistake." "How are you going to get around it, though?" Earl asked. "I have no idea. Yet." Gia unlocked the door, then dragged the chalkboard with the day's specials out onto the sidewalk and set it up. She looked up and down Main Street. Winter in Boggy Creek was certainly milder than the harsh bite of winter in New York, and yet there was something inside her, a small niggle of homesickness, that missed the change of seasons. Still ... If she was going to give everything up and go back to New York, it would be on her terms, not because she was forced out. She strode back into the café more determined than ever to fight the council's rulings. "Did your brother get back to you yet, Savannah?" She shook her head. "He still hasn't heard back from his lawyer friend. Of course, you did only get the letter last night." Gia resisted the urge to argue. Savannah was right. She hadn't gotten the mail until after closing yesterday, and it was barely six o'clock in the morning now. Savannah's brother, Tommy, who also sat on the town council, would call as soon as he heard something. Until then ... Willow, the young woman who served as hostess, waitress, and cashier, breezed through the door, her usual smile firmly in place. "Good morning." "Morning." Earl nodded. Willow slowed, taking in the three of them. "Is something wrong?" Gia sighed. Not like she wasn't going to find out anyway. Heck, half of Boggy Creek had probably already heard, and the remainder of the residents would know everything within an hour of the shops on Main Street opening. "I received a letter from the town council. They're closing the café." Willow's mouth fell open. Savannah spun her stool toward Gia. "Oh, stop being dramatic, Gia. They're not closing the café, exactly, they're just ..." Gia lifted a brow and waited. "Oh, all right. So they're trying to close the café, but