Buried in Buttercream (Savannah Reid Series #17)by G. A. McKevett
Hailed as the wedding planner to the stars, Madeline Aberson has orchestrated some of the most exclusive soirees in Hollywood. But when Madeline becomes embroiled in a nasty divorce, her life falls apart, and rumors swirl that her parties have become total duds. Desperate for work, Madeline finds herself planning far less glamorous affairs, including none other
Hailed as the wedding planner to the stars, Madeline Aberson has orchestrated some of the most exclusive soirees in Hollywood. But when Madeline becomes embroiled in a nasty divorce, her life falls apart, and rumors swirl that her parties have become total duds. Desperate for work, Madeline finds herself planning far less glamorous affairs, including none other than plus-sized P.I. Savannah Reid's wedding to Dirk Coulter.
It doesn't take long for the opinionated Madeline to get on Savannah's last nerve, and when the big day finally arrives, Savannah can't wait to send Madeline packing. But when the bride finds Madeline's body face down in the pool, floating among an elegant array of rose petals, it's clear that someone has already hastened the diva's departure. For better or for worse Savannah and Dirk put their wedding on hold, vowing instead to find out who killed Madeline and why. . .
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Buried in ButtercreamA SAVANNAH REID MYSTERY
By G.A. McKevett
KENSINGTON BOOKSCopyright © 2012 G.A. McKevett and Kensington Publishing Corporation
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Chapter One"This ain't exactly the roarin' hot time we had planned for this evening, huh, babe?" Dirk Coulter said to the woman at his side.
Savannah Reid couldn't take her eyes off the red wall of flames that had jumped the fire line half an hour ago and was rapidly consuming the town's community center. The building where she and the guy next to her were to have exchanged wedding vows an hour ago.
"Not even close," she said, slipping her arm around Dirk's waist and leaning against him. "I had much more ambitious plans for you this evening, big boy."
He put his arm across her shoulders and pulled her closer. His voice cracked a bit when he kissed the top of her head and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't get your wedding gown out, Van."
She blinked back some tears that had nothing to do with the smoke in the air or the ash falling like dirty snow around them and the crowd assembled to watch the battle. It was all-out war between the San Carmelita Fire Department versus Mother Nature, and Big Momma was winning.
"Hey, you tried," she replied. "If you'd tried any harder, I'd be bailing out my groom-to-be on our so-called wedding night, and that'd just be the cherry on the crap sundae."
"I only hit him once."
"Yeah, and that was one time too many, you knucklehead."
Dirk flexed his hand. "A love tap ... that's all it was."
"And if you and Jim weren't poker buddies, he'd have pressed charges then and there."
"Eh, he knows I'm a man under duress. If there's anything harder on a guy's nerves than gettin' hitched, it's having the place he's supposed to do it in get torched on his wedding day."
"Well, you be sure and mention that 'duress' business to him," she said, " 'cause here he comes now. And he ain't lookin' none too friendly."
An enormous fireman was elbowing his way through the mob, composed of countless other firefighters, copious members of the media, town cops galore, and an overabundance of run-of-the-mill gawkers.
When Jim Barbera reached them, he stuck his finger in Dirk's face and said, "I don't care if you do have a gold detective's badge, Coulter. Don't you ever lay a hand on me again like that or I swear, I'll—"
Slipping deftly between the two men, Savannah flashed the firefighter her best Southern belle, eyelash-batting, deep-dimpled smile. "Please don't hold it against him, Jim," she said in a soft, down-homesy drawl. "Dirk was willing to risk life and limb to go into that burning building to rescue my wedding gown. And I know you'd have done the same for that pretty little wife of yours ... what's her name ... Lilly? She's expecting, isn't she? And this is, what, your third youngun?"
"Uh-huh." Jim was trying hard not to succumb to Dixie charm. "You shouldn't have let your man go into a burning building, Savannah," he grumbled. "Not for anything. That's the number-one rule."
Savannah could feel her dander rising. The dimples got a tad less deep, the smile a bit less wide. The drawl had a bite to it when she said, "In the first place, he ain't my man just yet, thanks to this blasted fire. And even if he was—knowing him like I do—I don't reckon I'll be doing a lot of 'letting' him do this or that. He's got a mind of his own and that's the way I like it ... most of the time."
Fortunately, Jim got a call on his cell phone. He answered it with a predictable degree of gruffness, considering the conversation he was having, the smoke he had inhaled, and the fact that the fire behind him had totally engulfed the structure he and his company had been fighting to save.
"Yeah," he said into the phone. "Oh? Okay." He glanced around at the bystanders, then at Dirk. "Coulter's standing right here. I'll tell him."
He stuck the phone back into his pocket. "That was the chief," he said. "They're at the point of origin. It's the same guy again ... a pentagram drawn in the dirt and a black candle in the center of it."
Immediately, Savannah turned toward the mob of spectators, and her eyes began to scan each face in the crowd, one by one. Nobody had to tell her what Jim and Dirk were thinking as they did the same. Odds were high that their arsonist with the creepy rituals was among them, watching with everyone else, enjoying the drama, the destructive fruits of his labor.
What was the point of unleashing hell on a community if you couldn't be there, firsthand, to watch the calamity?
This was his fourth fire in less than a month. They had to catch him before he burned the whole county down.
After a long, dry summer, Southern California had enough problems with wildfires without a pyromaniac getting his jollies by setting more.
"The wind shifted two hours ago," Jim said. "And they announced it on the local news."
"He had to know it was coming this way," Savannah added. "Plenty of time for him to get here."
Dirk switched from his Grumpy, Thwarted-Bridegroom Mode to his usual—Harried, Cynical Police Detective Mode.
His modes didn't vary much.
"Let's socialize," he said to Savannah, "mingle a bit."
"Yeah, you do that," Jim told them. "I'm gonna get back to work, if I've got your word, Coulter, that you won't be trying to rescue any more bridal apparel."
But Jim didn't need to finagle any promises out of Dirk. Ruined wedding plans pushed aside for the moment, Detective Sergeant Coulter and his still bride-to-be were on a mission. They had an arsonist to apprehend and a strong, personal investment in his capture.
"If I get my hands on him," Savannah said, as they headed for the crowd of onlookers, "I'm gonna mash him like a spider on a sidewalk, until he's nothing but a big, greasy spot."
"No, you've gotta save me some."
Dirk took her hand and led her over the uneven, rocky ground with a paternal tenderness that was sweet and touching.
Three months ago—when both of their lives had been changed forever—all that loving concern had meant the world to her. His constant attention and unfailing devotion had been exactly what she had needed to survive her ordeal and heal the damage that had been done to her body and spirit. She never would have made it without him.
Two months ago, his endless support and help had been comforting, even convenient, as he had scurried about, running errands for her, waiting on her hand and foot.
But now, she was getting tired of being treated like a victim. She was a survivor. And all this solicitous hovering was getting to be a bit much.
Gently, she withdrew her hand from his. "Let's split up," she said. "We'll cover more ground that way. You work this end of the crowd, and I'll take the other end. Meet you in the middle."
Instantly, disapproval registered on his face in the form of his standard-issue showdown-at-high-noon cowboy scowl. "You're gonna go by yourself?" he said.
"Yes. I am. Just like I go to the little girls' room all by myself." She gave him a smile that was sweeter than her words. After all, he wasn't deliberately being a pain in the rear end; he meant well.
So, she wouldn't smack him upside the head ... this time.
But he wasn't going to let it go. "I don't know how happy I am about you going off by yourself so soon after—"
"Then, darlin', you can just get happy in the same bloomers that you got unhappy in," she said as she started to walk away from him.
She smiled back at him over her shoulder, and lightly scratched the tip of her nose with her middle finger.
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Well, at least don't tackle anybody. You know what the doctor said."
As she left him behind and worked her way to the opposite end of the crowd, she tried not to think about what the doctor had said.
"Ms. Reid, you're a very lucky lady. Three of those five shots could have easily been lethal, had they been an inch or two to the right or the left."
No, some memories should remain on the shelf marked, "Best Left Alone."
"The worst is over, Savannah girl," she whispered to herself, as she had so many times during the past three months. "The worst is over and done with. Move on."
She passed a group of teenaged girls wearing far less than their mommas should have let them out of the house in. She checked them off her mental list.
Most arsonists were male. And the majority of them had practical reasons for setting their fires. Revenge, insurance fraud, or to destroy the evidence of other evil-doing ... those were the most usual reasons for blaze-setting.
But Savannah remembered, all too well, the class she had taken while still on the police force, the points the arson specialist had made when profiling what he had called the "pure arsonist." Though rare, there were individuals who derived their own strange brand of sexual gratification from setting fires, watching them burn, and reveling in the secret joy of knowing they had created the ensuing havoc.
She ran down the mental checklist: 90 percent male, usually white, ages seventeen to twenty-six, with possibly some form of mental illness, substance abuse, previous felony convictions.
And she decided to add one more qualifier: mud-wallowin', slop-suckin' pigs, who ruin other people's wedding days.
Of those assembled to watch the mayhem, only a few fit the description, and even fewer when she ruled out those young white men who were excitedly chattering with others about the drama before them.
Instinctively, she knew she was looking for a loner.
And at the edge of the crowd, she found one.
On the opposite side of the community center's parking lot, on a small hill dotted with sagebrush, stood a solitary figure—a young, Caucasian man, dressed in baggy, dark clothes, who looked like he had just emerged from his mother's basement for a rare outing. He was farther from the fire than the rest of the spectators, but from his elevated position, he had one of the best views in town.
Gradually, Savannah worked her way through the crowd to get closer to him and have a better look.
Leaving the rest of the spectators, she casually strolled across the asphalt parking lot toward his hill, trying her best to watch him without being too obvious. Instead of making a beeline for him, she turned left and meandered in the direction of a path that appeared to lead from the lot up to where he stood.
Concerned that he would spot her, she moved slowly, trying to stay behind any tall brush that would provide cover. Fortunately, he seemed so fixated on the scene below that he was oblivious to all else.
Drawing closer, she could see that he was young, probably early twenties. He was dressed all in black, and once, when he turned her way for a moment, she caught the glint of a large, silver medallion around his neck.
Her pulse rate quickened. She was pretty sure she'd seen a star on the pendant. Maybe a pentacle?
Ducking behind a tree, she reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out her cell phone, and gave Dirk a call.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Other side of the parking lot, on the hill," she whispered. "The guy in black, watching the fire. I think it's him."
"Where? Oh, yeah. I see him."
"Where are you?" she asked.
"On the far side of the crowd. Where are—? What the hell!"
She grinned. He'd spotted her. And even from sixty yards away, she could read his indignation in his body language. She gave him a little wave.
Instantly, he started to elbow his way through the spectators, heading in her direction.
"Don't even think about taking him yourself," he told her. "You wait for me."
Savannah's grin disappeared. "I know the drill," she said.
And she did. Having been a cop—his partner, in fact—she knew all too well about waiting for backup. But it was one thing to wait for assistance as part of the routine. It was another to have someone—especially a former partner—tell you to do so because he was afraid you couldn't handle a situation by yourself.
"Be very careful, Ms. Reid," she could hear the doctor saying. "I know your work involves physical altercations from time to time. You can't afford to—"
"Oh, shut up," she whispered to the voice in her head.
"No," Dirk barked back. "I won't shut up! You wait for me!"
Rather than admit she'd been talking to herself, she just said, "I'm waiting, okay?" and clicked the phone off.
He'll be here lickety split anyway, she thought to herself as she watched Dirk push through the crowd like a football player within a few yards of a Hail Mary touchdown. Even if he has to mow down women, children, and a couple of grandpas to get here.
Poking her head out from behind the tree, she sneaked another peek at her suspect.
And saw him staring right at her.
Nailed, she thought. Shoot f're. Now what?
She stuck her best ain't-it-just-a-fine-day look on her face and came out from behind the tree. "Boy, this here's a steep hill," she said, strolling up the path toward him, pretending to be out of breath. "But it looks like you got the best view from up here. Mind if I join ya?"
The look on his face told her, yes, he minded. Very much.
He also looked quite excited ... in a way that reminded her of when she'd walked into the bathroom and caught her younger brother, Macon, with a girlie magazine.
She took one quick glance down at the front of his pants.
Yep ... highly excited.
He also looked highly annoyed.
"Get outta here," he said. "I don't want company."
"Well, now ... that ain't very neighborly of you," she said, continuing to close the distance between them. "I just want a good look at the fire. That's all."
"Look at it somewhere else," he shouted, getting more agitated by the moment. "Leave me alone."
Then, under his breath, she heard him mutter, "You're ruining it."
As she drew within ten feet of him, she could see his medallion clearly. And, yes, it was a pentacle, a large, inverted one, hanging on a thick chain, in the center of his chest.
She wanted to glance back over her shoulder and see where Dirk was now. But she didn't want to give away the fact that she had reinforcements on the way.
Besides, Dirk had to have seen her continue on up the path. And knowing him as she did, she was certain he was now racing toward them, grubby sneakers barely touching the ground as he ran.
He was a darlin' ... if a pain.
She stopped about six feet away from the guy and studied him carefully. Approximately five feet, six inches tall, weighing at most a hundred and thirty ... he wasn't a very large man. She'd wrestled much bigger. And won.
Even from that distance she could smell alcohol on him. His eyes looked glassy. His speech was slightly slurred when he said, "I'm not kidding, lady. You go someplace else to watch it. I was here first."
Taking one step closer, she fixed him with eyes so cold they would have given pause to someone more astute, someone less fixated on his sexual obsession.
"Exactly what am I ruining for you?" she asked him in a deadly, even tone.
"I heard you say I was ruining it for you. What's that? The fire? Watching it?" She nodded her head in the direction of the blaze that had now completely engulfed the building below and was casting a lurid glow across the twilit landscape.
He said nothing, but his breathing became heavier, faster as he stared at her, rage in his eyes.
She felt a fury of her own welling up as she thought of the plans she'd had for this day ... this night.
"You go setting fires to get your rocks off," she told him. "You don't give a tinker's damn what it costs others."
He gasped, his eyes wide. "How ... how do you know? Who are you?"
"I'm somebody who knows what a crazy twitch you are," she replied. "You set these awful fires that destroy property, kill wildlife—and even people sometimes—and all because you've got crazy urges inside you that you can't, or won't, control."
He moved toward her. She braced herself ... and wished she'd strapped on her weapon before leaving the house earlier.
"What's it to you?" he shouted in her face. "Mind your own damned business."
He tried to move past her.
She blocked him.
"Oh, it's my business," she replied, her voice soft and deceptively calm. "It's very much my business."
"Get out of my way!" He reached out and shoved her, hard.
A moment later, he was lying on the ground at her feet, curled into a ball, holding his head and moaning ... a small trickle of blood running down his forehead.
She heard Dirk pounding up the hill toward her. She turned and saw him, panting, face red and sweating, his Smith and Wesson in his hand.
"You can put that away," she told him, nodding toward the drawn weapon. "He's down."
"Yeah," Dirk replied, gasping for breath. "I see that."
"She hit me!" the arsonist told Dirk as he knelt beside him and examined the damage to his forehead. "She's crazy! She hit me for no reason ... really hard ... with her purse!"
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Buried in Buttercream A Savannah Reid Mystery by G.A. McKevett Something about the title made me want to read this book. From the first page it's action packed and a mystery all in one. She won't just stand there and let things happen. She is a policewoman and on her wedding day, just an hour before it was to happen the community hall where it was to take place burns and with all her wedding apparel and that of the bridesmaids. She looks at the crowd and figures out who it is and goes after them. She then goes home to where her whole family and extended family are staying overnight in the tiny house with her and her grandmother. They've eaten most of the wedding meal and cake also. All I can think is: oh man, what next... 3 attempts and they are still not married but are trying to track down a killer. Leads them to investigate at the local strip club and travel to Las Vegas and the islands off the coast. Other catastrophes occur and other mysteries that I don't think they will ever get to get married in this book, maybe the next one.
“To Have and To Hold…In Custody??” Everything seemed in perfect order for the long-awaited wedding of Savannah Reid and Dirk Coulter until an arsonist torched their plans and their venue; the local community center, along with Savannah’s gown and the special touches that were worked on so lovingly for their reception.. All went up in a puff of smoke and left them with a sad reminder in ashes. Watching their dreams go up in flames was not what they had planned for their wedding night. Neither was catching the pyromaniac, but that is exactly what the Detective Sergeant and his bride-to-be/former police sergeant did! When the reality of what had happened to their wedding coupled with the nightmarish reminders of a close brush with death while on the San Carmelita Police Force, Savannah wrestled with how they would be able to proceed with another ceremony—especially since funds were low and expectations high from her McGill, Georgia-based family who had descended upon her for the nuptials—all 15 of them!! Friends of the Bride and Groom; John Gibson and Ryan Stone, came to the rescue and “gifted” the couple with the services of cranky, opinionated Wedding Planner, Madeline Aberson. Madeline and Savannah did not hit it off from almost the first hello, but gradually warmed as the ceremony neared. Finding a venue was to be the largest problem of all. Savannah had tried to book the Stardust Pavilion in McGivney Canyon, only to be turned away due to a damaging mudslide. She began to wonder if they shouldn’t be getting married at all. After some discussion with Dirk, and a suggestion from Madeline, the Country Club by the lake was chosen. Their wedding day came and all factions were running smoothly—the ceremony site decorated and ready, the attendants dressed all in blue with Savannah’s talented Sister; Atlanta providing her vocal and guitar talents and finally, Savannah; coiffed and looking like a picture in her gown. Savannah went over her list for the last time, when she discovered she didn’t have Grandpa Reid’s wedding band for Dirk. She asked her Sister; Marietta if she had it, but discovered it had been left in a garbage bag in the Bridal Suite along with other Bridal Day essentials. The bride scooted back to the Bridal Suite to collect the ring, only to find the room had been straightened and Madeline’s cell phone ringing. Savannah found the ring and called to Madeline, with no response. She stepped to the open French doors leading to the private patio with its own small pool adorned with blossoms and candles—AND a body floating face down in the once-pristine water. Madeline Aberson!! Needless to say, the ceremony was cancelled once again. Who would want to see the demise of Madeline Aberson? Her soon-to-be ex-husband; Ethan? Her irate, disgusted, soon-to-be penniless former business partner; Odelle Peters? Or maybe the “Woman Scorned”; Francie Di Napoli?? Will Savannah and Dirk ever tie the knot? This is the first Savannah Reid mystery I have read, but it will not be my last. I was tugged in several directions while trying to discover the guilty party and chuckled more than once over the antics of Savannah’s zany family and loved the inclusion of her beloved felines; Diamante and Cleopatra. I’m definitely looking forward to the author’s next title. Nancy Narma
Loved it! Even after 17 books, "McKevett" hasn't lost the charm, humor or mystery. Kudos! Her characters are believable and endearing. Is there anyone out there that hasn't fallen in love (lust) for Ryan and John? And her family is just slightly more disfunctional than mine. Great job again!
On the third attempt to marry her groom-to-be (the first two weddings failed by a fire & a mudslide), Savannah Reid is none too happy to find her wedding planner floating face down in the pool in her honeymoon suite right before she walks down the aisle and says “I do”. But, nothing can sway this Southern Charmer from finding the murderer, even if it means putting up with her many many family members and putting her wedding off …again. Trips to Las Vegas, the morgue, macabre shops, and brothels will not squelch Savannah’s need to find the killer. Luckily, she has her family and friends there to help! I have read all of the Savannah Reid mysteries (more than once), and I have never been let down by any of them. She’s like a best friend to me, and I am comforted by her values, her roughness (when needed), her tenderness, her love of her family, and her southern charm. I adore all of the characters in her books; they are well rounded, and lovable. I envy Tammy and her size 0 body, I am half in love with Ryan and John, and Dirk is like one of my brothers. This book is filled with love, hate, devotion, dedication, mystery, and above all FUN! You will NOT be disappointed in this book, I guarantee it!
Another great Savannah!
One of the best yet. It is hard to believe what Savannah and Dirk go through to get married. Hope there is another book soon. Highly entertaining and a great mystery.
Enjoyed this story and the characters. Lots of fun reading. Read beginning to end in one sitting.
This series is great and I am so happy that the characters have finally gotten together This was well worth the money
Fantastic! I loved this book as much as all the others in this series. Savannah Reid and her colorful family will make you laugh and feel at home. Enjoy!
This book deserves 3.5 stars, and for the purposes of Barnes & Noble, I’ll round down my overall rating to 3 stars, since it’s hard for me to say I really liked this book. Sure, it was an entertainingly light, quick read, that didn’t require extensive amounts of brain power. I enjoyed Savannah and Dirk, and the rest of the clan, and it certainly had comic appeal with two wedding misfires, a rambunctious bunch of extended family, and many of the cities in Georgia were represented via character names. I’m sure I missed a few, but Atlanta, Savannah, Marietta, and Macon come to mind. All we needed were Augusta and Athens to round out the clan. Having spent some time in Georgia, and having visited or passed through those four cities, I certainly found it amusing. What I didn’t find nearly amusing, though, were all of the exclamation points. I’ll defer to the great Elmore Leonard on this one who said, “Keep your exclamation points under control. You are allowed no more than two or three per 100,000 words of prose.” The author went a bit overboard in this case. I admit that I lost count, but I’d say there were probably forty or so in the entire novel, and the prose didn’t even reach 100,000 words. Now, these folks are from the south, and having lived in southeastern Virginia, I can honestly say folks enunciate their words a bit more clearly, and are a bit more animated in their speech patterns, but it’s probably a few too many when a reader starts counting exclamation points as he’s zooming through the prose. Overall, though, if you enjoy the series, and have read all the Savannah Reid mysteries up to this point, you’ll certainly want to add this one to your collection. If you’re brand new to the series like me, you may want to start with an earlier Savannah Reid mystery. While the following in no way influences my rating, I do feel it’s worth mentioning that it took nearly four months to receive my First Reads’ book, and I would like to share the following experience with you. To give you a bit of perspective, Goodreads suggests it may take as long as six to eight weeks to receive your First Reads wins, but in many cases I’ve received them in about half that time, and out of thirteen total first reads wins this one certainly takes the cake, as I’ve been buried in buttercream. I’d also like to mention that I sent the publisher’s representative two messages through Goodreads, after waiting what I considered to be an appropriate amount of time, and I never received a response to either one. If it wasn’t for the good folks at Goodreads, I’d probably still be without my book. Now, I do realize I received this book for free, but I was more than willing to do my part with an honest review. I suppose, in the end, I should be neither surprised, nor shocked, by what, in some cases, passes for customer service in the publishing industry. To be fair to Kensington, those folks might have decided my message didn’t warrant a response, but as I always appreciate good customer service, and don’t mind paying a bit more to receive it, I guess I expected more. I received this book for free through Goodreads First Reads. Robert Downs Author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator
A winning recipe every time! Buried in Buttercream by G.A. McKevett is exceptionally delicious! Wedding bells are ringing for Savannah and Dirk, but as usual murder is always lurking around the corner. This time the darling duo have more than their fair share of sleuthing to do, while trying to rearrange their interrupted nuptials, and entertaining the enormous Reid clan who are ensconced for the duration in Savannah’s tiny bungalow. What’s a bride to do? As if this is not enough, Savannah is also attempting to deal with body image and intimacy insecurities…brought on by gunshot wounds sustained during a fairly recent case…a very delicate issue which G.A. McKevett handles very deftly with much sensitivity, honesty, kindness, and love. With their friends--Ryan, John, Tammy--and Granny Reid and her siblings, Savannah and Dirk work out their mystery and solve their wedding woes with the best ending ever...but as usual we are left wanting...even MORE of our favorite characters…and soon, please!!
There are several other novels to this series; however, this is my first read by GA McKevett and what a read it was! I loved it from the first page to the last! Alas, I’m off to the library to start reading from the beginning! Savannah, a plus-sized P.I., and Dirk have attempted to get married twice, with flops before both weddings were to start (fire at one and mudslide at second). Alas, it’s her third attempt (however, “third times the charm” doesn’t bode well in this novel) for the happy couple to tie the knot, yet it still doesn’t happen! As Savannah is preparing in the bridal suite she finds the wedding planner face down in the garden pond . . . which leads Dirk and Savannah on a wild goose chase all over the county and her Georgia family keeping camp at her house. I loved the interaction between Savannah and Dirk, along with her Granny and the rest of the clan from her hometown. When I can place myself into the setting I know the author has done a terrific job! I was sad that they were not able to get hitched, and I honestly was hoping that they would just go to a 24 hour chapel in Vegas. . . Alas, maybe next time?
All Dirk and Savannah wanted to do was get married, but multiple interruptions interfered with their wedded bliss. Capturing an arsonist would prove to be easy but finding the person who murdered their wedding planner took us on an outing of pure delight. What a fun ride that I did not want to get off. The adventures, the laughter, the worries, the camaraderie and the search for a killer kept me guessing in this exciting and amusing whodunit. A great cast including the eccentric and quirky Reid family and witty and at times hilarious dialogue made this one of the best book in this wonderfully charming and entertaining series.
This series is so enjoyable I can hardly wait for the next book. I never want these characters to end.
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