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Summer has come to Busman's Harbor, Maine, and tourists are lining up for a taste of authentic New England seafood, courtesy of the Snowden Family Clambake Company. But there's something sinister on the boil this season. A killer has crashed a wedding party, adding mystery to the menu at the worst possible moment. . .

Julia Snowden returned to her hometown to rescue her family's struggling clambake business—not to solve crimes. But that was before a catered wedding on ...

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Overview

Summer has come to Busman's Harbor, Maine, and tourists are lining up for a taste of authentic New England seafood, courtesy of the Snowden Family Clambake Company. But there's something sinister on the boil this season. A killer has crashed a wedding party, adding mystery to the menu at the worst possible moment. . .

Julia Snowden returned to her hometown to rescue her family's struggling clambake business—not to solve crimes. But that was before a catered wedding on picturesque Morrow Island turned into a reception for murder. When the best man's corpse is found hanging from the grand staircase in the Snowden family mansion, Julia must put the chowder pot on the back burner and join the search for the killer. And with suspicion falling on her old crush, Chris Durand, the recipe for saving her business and salvaging her love life might be one and the same. . .

Includes Traditional Maine Clambake Recipes!

"A tasty whodunnit with a real Maine twist." —Sarah Graves, author of A Bat in the Belfry

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"If you like seafood and salty air, you'll love Clammed Up. A tasty tale that will have readers clamoring for second helpings." —Leslie Meier, author of Easter Bunny Murder

"Take lobster, clams, and an ear of corn. Add one murder. Fold in a complex heroine, an assortment of colorful suspects, and a plot with lots of twists and turns. Heat up on an island off the coast of Maine. The result? Clammed Up contains just the right amounts of all the best ingredients to provide mystery readers with a tasty treat." —Kaitlyn Dunnett, author of Vampires, Bones, and Treacle Scones

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Library Journal
09/01/2013
Julia Snowden is intent on saving the family clambake business, which is teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Every day counts in Maine's short tourist season, and destination-wedding events are good moneymakers. But having the best man murdered on-site? Not so good. That's just the first catastrophe for the small business; next is an arson fire that almost destroys the historic family homestead. Julia and the cops race from one calamity to the next, struggling to understand the motive behind the murder and arson. Almost everyone is lying, and Julia needs to get better at listening if she wants to solve the case. The clock is ticking. VERDICT This very satisfying series debut keeps a steady and confident pace from the beginning; readers can enjoy both figuring out the mystery and taking an armchair visit to coastal Maine. Recipes included.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758286857
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/3/2013
  • Series: Maine Clambake Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 124,460
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.10 (d)

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CLAMMED UP


By Barbara Ross

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2013 Barbara Ross
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-8686-4


CHAPTER 1

She hadn't seemed like a Bridezilla. Not in the least. Most brides who would celebrate their wedding with a clambake on an island in Maine were pretty relaxed. Just think about all that broth and butter, and the dress-staining properties of blueberry grunt. We were making the first run of the day out to Morrow Island with the wedding party, well almost all of the wedding party, and the bride had a grip on my upper arm like a blood pressure cuff that tightened with each swell our boat steamed over.

"Julia. Turn. The Boat. Around," the bride, a willowy brunette named Michaela, demanded.

I shook my head. "Not a good idea. We've discussed this. We'll get to the island and unload the food. Then the boat will head right back to the harbor."

My eyes swept the deck, searching for the maid of honor. Wasn't calming the bride her job? But she was off in a corner of the stern with the bridesmaids, gossiping vigorously. I knew exactly what they were talking about. The best man wasn't onboard. Neither was the groom.

Back at the dock, when the best man hadn't shown up at the appointed time, there'd been some nervous joking. The night before, after the rehearsal dinner, a group had gone out to Crowley's, the noisiest tourist bar in Busman's Harbor, and evidently, the best man had gotten pretty hammered. Nobody remembered walking him to his hotel. He must have been the last member of the wedding party left in the bar.

As time had ticked by, his continued absence wasn't so funny. His hotel door had been pounded on. His cell phone had been tried, though service was pretty spotty in the harbor. I called from my phone, which would at least get a signal, but his end went straight to voice mail.

"We have to get going," I'd finally told Michaela. "If we don't get the food over to the island soon, you'll have a lot of hungry guests." The hold of the Jacquie II was filled with live lobsters, clams, and sweet corn that still needed to be shucked so only one thin layer of husk remained.

Michaela had agreed. "Julia's right. Ray can take the later boat with the guests."

The groom, Tony, who up to then had been relaxed and smiling, shook his head. "You guys go along. Get to the island, get settled, fix your hair, or whatever it is you've gotta do. I'll find Ray and bring him on the later boat."

"But—" Michaela had started to protest, but then the reality of the situation hit her.

The other groomsmen were her teenage brothers. Tony's father was slightly disabled by a stroke and Michaela's dad had died years before. The ancient minister wasn't up to searching the harbor. Michaela's mother, Tony's mother, and the bridesmaids were already dressed and in high heels. The rest of the passengers included the DJ and my crew, the cooks, waitstaff, and general helpers who made the clambake run smoothly. As far as I knew, none of my folks had ever seen the best man. There was really no one but the groom who could look for him.

"Don't worry." Tony kissed Michaela on the forehead. "I'll be there. Ray and I will both be there." And then he'd walked down the gangway and off the dock.

At the time, I'd thought Michaela took it pretty well, but now she had a wild look in her eyes and seemed perilously close to a meltdown. To anyone watching, we must have looked like quite a pair. We were the same age, thirty, but Michaela was tall, exotic-looking, and already dressed in her beautiful gown. I was blond, small and wiry, and wore my new uniform of faded jeans, work boots, and a sweatshirt. I'd thought about dressing differently in honor of the occasion, but putting on a clambake was hard, physical work. Thank goodness I'd kept up my gym membership for the nine years I'd lived in Manhattan.

I'd known Michaela vaguely, years ago, as a friend of a friend in New York City, but we'd never been close and I didn't know what to say to her now.

From across the deck, my brother-in-law Sonny made a face at me that simultaneously said Now look what you've got us into and I told you so. I rolled my eyes at him.

Back in early spring when I'd explained my idea to "expand" the Snowden Family Clambake business—I'd deliberately avoided the inflammator y word save—by adding private parties, company picnics, weddings and the like, Sonny was dead set against it. And when I told him private catering would require an expanded menu, he'd lost it.

"The bake is the bake!" he'd yelled. "Twice a day we haul two hundred tourists out to the island, feed them steamers, lobsters, corn, potatoes, an onion, and a hard-boiled egg, all of which we cook in a hole in the ground, the same way the Indians taught our Puritan forefathers. The Maine clambake is sacred. Don't mess with the bake!"

"Sonny, Indians didn't start the bake. My father did. In 1979. And since the economic crisis, there aren't two hundred tourists on that boat twice a day. Sometimes there are fewer than two dozen. In Maine, we've got exactly four months to make our money. Four months. So if you think I'm going to stand by and lose my father's business because you can't be flexible, you're wrong!"

We'd retreated to our separate corners, knowing we'd be going a few more rounds. Sonny was more right about some of it than I was. My father had started the Snowden Family Clambake Company, but he certainly didn't invent the clambake. As to the Native Americans, we knew they ate a lot of shellfish, as shown by the giant, prehistoric piles of oyster shells called middens just up the road in the Damariscotta River. And we knew the Puritans ate lots of clams, or even more would have died during those early winters. But the rest was as much mystery as history. One thing I was sure of. The Indians didn't teach Sonny's Puritan forbearers how to do a clambake. If his ancestors were anything like him, no one could teach them a damn thing.

Just as Morrow Island came into view, the maid of honor, whose name was Lynn, finally woke up to her duty. She gently pried the bride off my arm and walked her to a seat. "Ray is just a jerk," I heard Lynn say, but Michaela shook her head no.

I rubbed my arm to restore the feeling to my tingling fingers, moved to the bow, picked up the cable, and got ready to land.

Morrow Island. I still couldn't believe Sonny had almost lost it. The island had been in my mother's family for a hundred and thirty years. It was a great piece of rock, really. Thirteen acres, with good deep-water dockage, and that rarity in Maine, a small sandy beach. On a high hill at the center of the island stood Windsholme, the summer "cottage" built by my great-great-grandfather at the height of the Gilded Age.

As our captain maneuvered the Jacquie II into dock, the island's caretakers, Etienne and Gabrielle, hurried to meet us. The mansion was abandoned during World War II, when no one had servants to run the place or fuel to get there. The family money was long gone by then, anyway. After the war, my grandfather built a modest house by the dock. That's where my mother had spent her summers, and where she'd fallen in love with the boy from town who delivered groceries in his skiff.

Now Etienne and Gabrielle lived in the little house all summer. Etienne was our bake master, managing the fire pit where the clambake was cooked. Gabrielle ran the kitchen and made the deep-dish blueberry grunt we served to guests at the end of the meal.

I jumped onto the dock. A steady breeze blew from the south and I wished the temperature were a couple degrees warmer for Michaela's big day. In spite of what the Busman's Harbor Tourism Board would have you believe, mid-June was still pretty early for coastal Maine. I closed my eyes for just a second and breathed in deep. Etienne had already started the towering hardwood fire that heated the stones to cook the meal. The smell of burning oak, sea air, and a slight tang from the scrub pines clinging to the rocks was Morrow Island to me. No matter where I went or what I did, it would always mean home.

Etienne and Sonny helped the rest of wedding party onto the dock and we started the long trudge up the great lawn toward Windsholme. Constructed in stone, in deference to the sea winds, the mansion had twenty-seven rooms, not counting bathrooms, storerooms, and pantries. Inside, it was gracious and unexpectedly airy. The double front doors opened into a three-story grand foyer with a staircase that rose, turning back on itself, all the way to the top floor.

We didn't use Windsholme for the clambakes, though we allowed guests to relax in the rockers lining its deep front porch. Sadly, the inside wasn't in great condition and we didn't want customers getting hurt or lost. But to host weddings I knew there had to be a place for people to dress or fix their hair and makeup. The mansion's 1920s-era knob and tube wiring had long been turned off. In a fit of optimism, I'd hired electricians to rewire a couple rooms on the main floor to handle modern hair dryers and makeup lights.

As we walked up the lawn, the discussion going on behind me was about the best man, Ray Wilson. He was selfish, irresponsible and immature, the maid of honor insisted. "He had one job to do for this wedding. Show up and bring the rings. And he couldn't get that right."

"Ray's changed," Michaela responded. "Really, he has. I'm worried about him. Something's wrong."

"I'm sure he'll be here." I tried to sound confident.

And he was. When I threw open Windsholme's great front double doors, Ray Wilson hung by a rope around his neck from the grand staircase. Dead.

CHAPTER 2

Of course, I didn't know who he was then. But I had a strong inkling when Michaela crumpled to her knees, shrieking, "Ray! Ray! Ray!" Instinctively, I herded the guests outside and slammed the door. I could tell there was nothing we could do for that poor man.

Once were were back on the porch, I couldn't catch my breath. My heart banged in my chest as adrenaline surged through my body. I was responsible for these people and for Morrow Island. I took a deep gulp of air to steady myself, then hollered for Sonny and Etienne.

They were down by the fire which makes its own noise, but by the third bellow they heard me and came running. After Sonny took a quick look inside, he and I had a whispered argument about who to call. The Busman's Harbor Police, the State Police, the harbormaster, the Coast Guard? We decided to call Busman's Harbor PD and let them sort it out.

Sonny ran back to the Jacquie II to raise the police department via the radio. He also radioed his wife, my sister Livvie, who worked in our ticket kiosk, so she could let the wedding guests know the boat wouldn't be coming back any time soon.

I ordered everyone back aboard the Jacquie II. They couldn't be in Windsholme or roaming around the island, so the boat seemed like the best place to keep the wedding party and our employees confined. Once aboard, they clustered as Maine people do in the summer—locals to one side of the top deck, people "from away" to the other—both groups talking like mad. Several got out their cell phones, wiggled and jiggled them, and held them to the sky in the direction of some imaginary satellite. The local people knew it was pointless, but they did it, too.

Michaela sobbed, her mother and the maid of honor on either side of her. I felt terrible. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life and now no wedding would take place. And she must have so wished Tony was with her during this awful experience. But he was stuck in the harbor, just as we were stuck on the island.

The first person to arrive was Jamie Dawes. I have never been so happy to see anyone in my life. Jamie and I were best buds as children. Until I went away to boarding school, we waited for the bus together every day, and we worked together at the clambake every summer through high school and college. In the few months since I'd been back in town, I'd been so buried in work I hadn't reconnected with him. According to my mother, over the winter, he'd been appointed fulltime to the Busman's Harbor Police Department.

An officer I didn't know steered their borrowed motorboat. Jamie jumped out before it stopped moving and I ran to meet him. He put a hand on my shoulder and looked directly into my eyes. "Are you okay?" He was tall and broad through the chest, but he still had the same blond hair, sky-blue eyes, dark lashes, and open, expressive face he'd had as a boy. I swallowed hard and nodded yes.

We walked up the hill to Windsholme and Jamie and his partner went to take a look at the body. They were only inside a few minutes. When they returned, Jamie signaled for me, Sonny, and Etienne to gather around him. "We have to call in the medical examiner and the state police major crimes unit," he said in a low voice.

"Major crimes! Surely the poor man killed himself." I said it because I wanted to believe it.

"You don't know that, Julia," Jamie responded. "It's an unattended death with a boatload of question marks around it. Officer Howland and I will stay on the island to secure the scene."

It didn't matter to me why Jamie was staying, I was just glad he was. He knew us and he knew Morrow Island and that's what counted.

Four more members of Busman's Harbor's police department arrived to help. The town only had nine sworn officers, and four of those were part-time. Two state police detectives arrived an hour or so later, hitching a ride out with the harbormaster. The medical examiner came on a commandeered lobster boat. Our island looked like it had been invaded by a tiny, mismatched flotilla.

The detectives and medical examiner went up to Windsholme. It felt like we waited for hours, though I was sure it wasn't that long. Sonny banged around the Jacquie II in a barely concealed rage. "Weddings," he muttered under his breath, as if holding wedding receptions at a clambake was the craziest idea anyone ever had. And then louder, "I hope you're happy."

Happy? I wasn't even supposed to be there. I was in Maine because of a panicked call from my sister Livvie.

In January, Livvie intercepted a call from the bank to her husband Sonny, who'd run the clambake for the five years since Dad died. The bank was calling our loan. Not only could we lose the clambake, but Sonny had persuaded Mom to put up her house in town and Morrow Island as collateral on the loan. We could lose it all.

"Livvie, how could you let this happen?" I'd yelled into my cell phone.

"I didn't let it happen. Mom is a mentally competent adult. It's her property. She can do what she wants!"

I let it go. There was no point in fighting about it by then. The money, borrowed during good economic times, was long gone, used to rebuild the dock, outfit our ticket booth for online sales, and replace the slate roof on Windsholme, which was desperately in need. Slate roofs were incredibly expensive and any work you had done on an island cost three times more.

Then the stock market crashed and the recession hit. The first summer wasn't so bad. Lots of people canceled flying vacations to take driving vacations and Busman's Harbor is a day's ride from the most densely populated part of the country. But the second summer was a disaster. Driving vacations turned into stay-cations and to top it off, the weather was awful. In the harbor, restaurants and inns were half empty. Most of the art on the walls in the galleries and the clothes on the racks in the shops were the same ones at the end of the summer as were there at the beginning. The next two summers weren't any better. No one was spending money and the Snowden Family Clambake Company was dying.

Livvie begged me to give up my venture capital job and my life in Manhattan to come home and run the business with Sonny. "You're trained for this. You went to business school. Helping entrepreneurs is what you do. Julia, please. I don't know what's going to happen to us."

I promised Livvie I would give it one summer, which was all the bank had agreed to anyway. In March, I'd moved back to Busman's Harbor.

Happy. What a concept. I didn't respond to Sonny. I'd had enough experience this spring to know it wouldn't be productive. I tried to keep the guests and employees calm ... and I waited. Finally the detectives emerged from Windsholme and made their way down to the dock.
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2013

    Mystery that keeps you guessing

    This is a well written, engaging story that I couldn't put down. The characters are well portrayed and easy to care about. Normally I can guess the solution to a mystery pretty early in the book, but this one had so many twists and turns that I kept changing my mind about who might be the killer. Definitely recommended!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 2, 2013

    "Clams, Commitment and Crime¿A Heady Mix" Julia Sno


    "Clams, Commitment and Crime—A Heady Mix"

    Julia Snowden had a good job with a venture capital firm in Manhattan, when her Sister Livvie called, begging her to return to her hometown of Busman’s Harbor, Maine. The Snowden Family Clambake, a business her late Father had started, was in serious financial trouble and Julia’s family felt she was the one who could straighten things out and save, not only the business, but her Mother’s home, but also, the beloved site of the clambakes, Morrow Island. After many nights of figuring and re-financing their bank loan, the Snowden Family Clambake business was about ready to open for the busy Summer season. Their new offering, in addition to the already popular clambake/tourist attraction, was to cater large parties and weddings out on the island (much to Brother-in-law, Sonny Ramsey’s dismay). When Julia booked the wedding and reception of “Manhattanites”, Michaela Carpenter and Tony Poitras, Sonny was none too pleased. All seemed to be going smoothly on the big day until it was learned that the Best Man/Tony’s business partner, Ray Wilson, was missing. Being a jokester, the Groom wasn’t too alarmed and set out looking for him, figuring they’d catch the late boat and be on time for the wedding ceremony. Meanwhile, Julia escorted the Bride and her attendants to the island’s mansion, “Windsholme”, where they could freshen up before the “I dos”. Julia opened the massive double doors—only to discover a horrific scene—Ray Wilson’s lifeless body hanging from the staircase! The upsetting discovery not only shattered what should have been a perfect love-filled day, but also compounded the complications in saving the family business. Who would want Ray Wilson dead? And why? Was it a crime of jealousy, passion or survival? Will the hugely in debt clambake be saved? I thoroughly enjoyed Ms. Ross’s first “Maine Clambake Mystery”. The characters seem to jump off the page—especially Gus, Entienne, Gabrielle and the mysterious Mr. Q. Tupper III. Believe me, when you think you have it all figured out—the Author hands you some surprising twists and turns that will throw you off the track. She has also included some super-yummy recipes for dishes offered at the clambake as well as from her Sister Livvie’s kitchen. Cozy lovers, don’t miss the start of this new series—I’m anxiously awaiting another trip to Busman’s Harbor.
    Nancy Narma

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 23, 2014

    Good Mystery

    I thoroughly enjoyed the read. I love a good mystery and this one held my interest. I am looking forward to reading more from this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 17, 2014

    enjoyed - nice comfortable change from all that sex and violence

    enjoyed - nice comfortable change from all that sex and violence. I needed an author change.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    A must read if you're a Down East fan.

    Definitely would recommend this well written, fast pace book. An easy read with a good plot. Enjoyed it so much, I will be reading more of Barbara Ross's books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2014

    Great Summer Read!

    I enjoyed this book so much I finished in a just a few days! Keeps you guessing until the very end.

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  • Posted May 23, 2014

    good read

    This was a good read with a different setting. Can't wait for more
    from this author!

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  • Posted May 9, 2014

    I loved this book. The mystery plot had enough twists that had


    I loved this book. The mystery plot had enough twists that had me guessing until the end, I was surprised when I was close to being done and I still had no idea. The characters are diverse and realistic. I love the main character Julia, she's strong, hardworking, intelligent and a little bit flawed to make her likeable. The family squabbles are believable, Sonny you want to hate but you can't quite get there. The description of Maine give you the feeling that you are there. I can't wait to get started on the next one. Warning you will get unbelievable cravings for seafood when reading this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2014

    This was a really good, inexpensive book

    Good story-

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  • Posted April 27, 2014

    This new Maine Clambake Series starts off with a hanging body at

    This new Maine Clambake Series starts off with a hanging body at a wedding.  Not a good thing for a wedding celebration or the Snowden Family Clambake Company.  Julia Snowden has left her high power job in New York to try and keep her family's floundering business from going under.  Everything has been invested to keep it going, including her Mom's house, their boat, and the island where they have their clambake.




    I really enjoyed this book as the mystery took a few twisting turns and the conclusion was different but very believable.  Also enjoyed the emphasis on family sticking together--those by blood and those by long time friendships.  The hints at future romantic entanglements between a few of the characters left me wanting to get right into the next book.  Recipes were included, and the food descriptions in the book made me feel like I was right there at the clambake.  Winning start to this new series!

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  • Posted April 7, 2014

    Julia Snowden has returned to her small Maine town to try to sav

    Julia Snowden has returned to her small Maine town to try to save the family clambake business.  Thanks to the down economy and a few bad business moves, they have until the end of the summer or they might lose the island they host on and the house her mother lives in.

    One idea Julia has is hosting special events, and the first of those is a wedding happening the day before the official opening of the season.  However, when Julia arrives on the island with most of the wedding party, they find the best man hanging inside the old house on the island.  Now that the police has shut them down, she needs to solve the crime quickly in order to save her family's business.

    This book started out strongly with the murder happening almost right away.  However, it took Julia a little while to decide to truly start investigating.  The book was really starting to drag for me, but about a quarter of the way through, the plot really took off and I had a hard time putting it down from there.

    The characters were good as well.  They really grew on me and the book progressed, and the growth Julia showed by the end was very good.

    Not being a fish person, I wasn't expecting to be interested in the recipes in the back of the book, but there are a couple of non-fish ones that sound good to me.

    This is a good I'm glad I tried.  My patience with the slow beginning was certainly rewarded in the end.

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  • Posted January 28, 2014

    Good Read

    Its a good book for a light read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2013

    It seemed to take a long time to find out who the killer was. I

    It seemed to take a long time to find out who the killer was. I was beginning to get annoyed. I would have given it a three, however, the story line was better than the average cozy. I was also disappointed in Julia for a choice between the cop who she knew since she was young and Chris the loser. Too bad the author didn't have Julia make a good choice for a boyfriend in the end. Why is it that these career women seem to make such terrible choices for men in a lot of cozies?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2013

    This is the first in what I hope will be a long lived mystery se

    This is the first in what I hope will be a long lived mystery series. Julia Snowden's task of saving the family clambake business from foreclosure (along with her mother's home and the island where the clambakes take place) is compelling from page 1. The stakes get even higher and her plans go awry when the best man at a wedding they're hosting turns up dead on the island and the clambake is forced to shut down. With the clock ticking until the bank calls the loan and a not so subtle push from the local curmudgeon, Julia's focus shifts to finding out whodunnit.

    Ross's story is well crafted. The small town Maine setting is welcoming and the characters are well developed "people" you will like and dislike as you might friends and family - and many of them will surprise you before you reach the last page. I enjoyed this book and almost wish I'd discovered the series a few books down the line so I could continue reading the Snowden Family Clambake mysteries. For now, I'll give some of the recipes at the back of the book a try. They sound as satisfying as the story.

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  • Posted September 12, 2013

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    aA delightful debut that has me hungry for more!!! The story

    aA delightful debut that has me hungry for more!!!




    The story is set in a beautiful part of this country and every bit of it was clear in my mind’s eye. From the island to the ferry trip to the town of Busman’s Harbor. Sounds like a great place to vacation.




    Julia’s homecoming being marred by murder is awful but this girl is up for the challenge. She uses skills she has learned while away to whittle down the suspects and it isn’t easy. She makes mistakes. She is scared and worried about losing her family business and is so real and credible. It is so easy to identify with her which makes her a great protagonist.




    The supporting cast is strong as well. I personally wanted to take on Sonny. He had just given up and if Julia would not have come back the business would have been history, but his support of Julia was truly lacking. Family drama! I love it! This is a group of characters that will surprise you. Ross has filled this Clambake Mystery with plenty of red herrings!




    It seems Julia and Livvie’s dad had put together a wonderful business. There will be some changes going forward but I know the family will come out on top and the clambakes will be even more popular. I am ready to buy my ticket today. Boiled Over (A Maine Clambake Mystery) will be served up May 6, 2014!

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  • Posted September 8, 2013

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    An excellent mystery! Can't wait for the next one in the series.

    An excellent mystery! Can't wait for the next one in the series. Just reading about the clambakes made me hungry! Add this one to your reading list.

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