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Our Husband

Our Husband

3.8 25
by Stephanie Bond

Fate has just thrown a curveball at the women in Raymond Carmichael's life—all three of them. When they meet at his hospital bed, they discover they're all married to the same man. And when Raymond suddenly dies, the police suspect that one of these spunky ladies has committed murder...

The Socialite—Blonde, post-menopausal, and mad as hell, Beatrix


Fate has just thrown a curveball at the women in Raymond Carmichael's life—all three of them. When they meet at his hospital bed, they discover they're all married to the same man. And when Raymond suddenly dies, the police suspect that one of these spunky ladies has committed murder...

The Socialite—Blonde, post-menopausal, and mad as hell, Beatrix always suspected Raymond married her for her daddy's money...twenty-one years ago.

The Doctor—a smart, small-town family physician, thirty-five-year-old Natalie had ironically insisted on only one thing from her husband of seven years...absolute honesty.

The Stripper—Twenty-one and an exotic dancer, Ruby would have chalked up her brief marriage to a learning experience...if she hadn't been pregnant.

Now they're three women left with a man's betrayal—and worse, each other. But one thing they insist—they didn't kill Raymond. What can they do? Something outrageous and probably impossible: stick together to catch a murderer.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In her debut novel, Bond offers readers an enjoyable but predictable read. When traveling prosthetics salesman Raymond Carmichael has an automobile accident, three Mrs. Raymond Carmichaels meet for the first time at his hospital bedside. First wife Beatrix is an aging socialite who uses booze and home shopping to solace the loneliness of a moribund marriage. Second wife Natalie--the character Bond lets readers know best and who appears to be the most distraught about the turn of events--is a harried but good-hearted small-town doctor who has just discovered that Raymond has plundered their marital assets. Ruby, his third bride, is a 20-something stripper with a baby on the way. Raymond soon dies, apparently of a heart attack, leaving the women to cope with his betrayal even as they battle over everything from funeral arrangements to inheritance. The plot thickens further when it is discovered that Raymond was poisoned. Since all three wives have both plenty of motive and access to the poison, they're immediate suspects. Bond's fun and frothy story keeps the plot twists coming and offers up an appealing love interest in pawnbroker Brian Butler, a charmer who is genuinely interested in Natalie and eventually wins over her bruised heart. At the book's center, however, is the transformation of three very different women from enemies into allies. Husbands may come and go, but girlfriends--however unlikely--are forever. Booksellers should be aware of this talented new author, whose first work reads like an ultra-light twist on Terry MacMillan's Waiting to Exhale. Agent, Ruth Kagle, Jane Rotrosen Agency. (Nov.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Academic Planet - Amanda Killgore
"This is one of the best books I've read in months."
Beachlife - Chrystle Clae
"Only another woman could understand and write a novel that brings these three together in the worst of circumstances and make it a witty and sexy plot about women and friendship."
AOL Romance Fiction Forum - Susan Lantz
"The story is well-written and paced, with unforgettable characters, snappy dialogue, and plenty of plot twists and turns."
Publishers Weekly - Reviewers are anonymous
"Bond's fun and frothy story keeps the plot twists coming."
Booklist - Reviewers are anonymous
"Bond's memorable and heart-warming romance is funny, irreverent, and thoroughly enjoyable."

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Chapter One

"I'll bet that trinket cost Raymond an arm and a leg."

    Dr. Natalie Carmichael tore her gaze from the diamond solitaire pendant she fingered and glanced up as her nurse, sagging from end-of-the-day fatigue, shuffled into her cramped office carrying a stack of yellow patient folders.

    At the tired reference to her husband's prosthetic limb sales job, Natalie lifted one corner of her mouth. "Ha, ha. Wait, here's a spot." She moved the phone to make room for the files, her husband's voice still fresh in her mind. God, she missed him this week!

    After lightening her load, Sara leaned forward and cooed at the large stone. "If you ever get tired of that generous man of yours, I'll take him off your hands."

    Her friend's words fed the guilt gnawing at Natalie's stomach. Yes, the pendant was exquisite, but something about it ... something about her husband over these last few months ...

    Oh, bother, she was just feeling hormonal and lonely. She swiveled forward in her soft leather chair and smirked. "Eat your heart out, Sara. Raymond's a one-woman man."

    "Dirty shame, too. That man is like a pot of warm honey, just begging to be spread around. Anniversary?"


    "Five years?"

    "Six this weekend, but he always gives me gifts early."

    "The man's a gem, I tell you." Then Sara's mouth drooped. "Unlike my Joey."

    Glad for Sara's gabby distraction, Natalie dropped the long-chained pendant insideher thin sweater to keep it out of the way while she finished her paperwork. "I thought you were growing rather fond of Joey."

    "I was. I am. But ... he cleaned my gutters last night."

    "Is that some kind of lurid small-town Missouri analogy?"

    Sara laughed. "No. He really cleaned my gutters."


    "And he left his extension ladder in my garage."

    Natalie blinked rapidly. "And?"

    "And a guy like Joey doesn't leave his tools just anywhere. I think he's going to propose."

    She bit back a smile at the woman's rationale, especially since her nurse had demonstrated an uncanny knack for sizing up people in theft six-month liaison. Sara could practically diagnose a patient's problem—psychological and physiological—by looking at their teeth and fingernails. "Are you going to say yes?"

    Sara perched a generous hip on the corner of the rosewood desk. "I haven't decided. But Joey's handy at fixing things, and my house sure could use a new roof."

    Natalie lifted an eyebrow. "You can't marry him for a few shingles."

    "Of course not. I'll hold out for a gazebo, too."

    Natalie wagged a finger. "Admit it, you like the guy."

    Sara wrinkled her petite nose. "He's kind of crummy in bed."

    "I don't think I want to know this. Besides, sex does not a marriage make."

    "Hmm. Easy for you to say—you and Raymond are still on your honeymoon."

    Longing pooled in her stomach at the mere thought of her husband's grin ... He still moved her. "Being away from each other so much keeps things new, I suppose." She dragged the folders toward her. "How many patients today? I lost count."

    "Fifty-two. Did you get to eat lunch?"

    "I found a bag of sunflower seeds in a drawer."

    "No wonder you're so skinny. If you want a snack, Mrs. Raglan just dropped off a plate of oatmeal Scotties because her knee feels so much better."

    Natalie smiled fondly. "That wasn't necessary."

    "She swears you healed her."

    "Me and a syringe of cortisone. I'm afraid her relief is temporary."

    Sara shrugged. "You can do no wrong in the eyes of the folks around here." She pushed away from the desk and headed toward the door. "Joey and I are taking in both shows at the dollar theater tonight—want to tag along?"

    Natalie shook her head. "I've put off unpacking Raymond's book collection far too long. The moving boxes are driving me nuts. Thanks anyway." She rolled her wrist to check the time. "Why don't you take off? I'll lock up."

    "Thanks, I will. See you tomorrow." Sara turned at the door. "Oh ... your brother called again." Her eyes glowed with curiosity, but Natalie simply forged a smile and thanked her for taking the message.

    Alone, she massaged a sudden pain in her right temple. In the tidy room she wanted her life to be, her brother was an upturned area rug. Tony, the family thief, had been granted an early parole from the state penitentiary and needed a place to stay once he left the halfway house—just until he got back on his feet, he'd assured her. He'd thought of his beloved sister first, he'd declared in a charming voice when he called last weekend.

    Natalie suspected his thoughts ran more toward her beloved bank account, but as his closest living relative, she felt morally obligated to help him. Still, unease needled her. She resented the threat of his appearance in her well-ordered life—a private, quiet existence she'd come to guard jealously. The worshipful respect the locals lavished upon her made her feel special. What would her patients think when they discovered that not only was her brother an ex-con, but that she'd brought him to live in their midst?

    Torn, she'd stalled Tony until she could discuss his "visit" with Raymond, but she'd purposely neglected to mention Tony's name when her husband had called earlier to let her know what time he'd be home Friday. He barely tolerated her brother, leaving Natalie struggling between loyalties to the two men. She tossed two aspirin to the back of her throat and swallowed them dry.

    The door opened again and Sara stuck her head in. "Oops, we have a straggler—fellow with indigestion."

    Natalie sighed, She'd wanted the life of a small-town doctor, but by five-thirty on Wednesday of a spring stomach-virus outbreak week, the job's romantic appeal had dimmed. A split second later she chastised herself. "Sure, I'll see him."

    "I thought you might," Sara said, pulling a new yellow folder from behind her back and walking it over. "Mr. Butler is forty-three years old, no family history of heart disease, blood pressure is good. He's also deficient in vitamin A." She tapped her temple and mouthed "the eyes," in answer to Natalie's unasked question.

    "Thanks, Sara. You can go on home."

    Sara lowered her voice to a rolling whisper, as if the man were crouched outside the door. "He looks dangerous—maybe I'd better stick around."

    Accustomed to her nurse's melodrama, Natalie simply smiled. "That's not necessary. Which room?"

    "The Blue Room."

    "Got it. Have a nice evening."

    Natalie sat unmoving as the paneled door swung shut. In the distance, she heard the distinct clack of the heavy front door closing. Suddenly exhausted, she held the folder with both hands, and stared blindly at the man's name and address printed in caps.

    Her brother was encroaching, and Raymond was withdrawing, or so it seemed. After six years of a part-time marriage due to his travel schedule, she yearned for more emotional intimacy. But she was beginning to think her happy-go-lucky husband was afraid, if not incapable, of true closeness. At least with her.

    Why Raymond's indefinable retreat had converged in her mind today, she couldn't fathom. He'd sounded normal on the phone—even anxious to arrive home. To her knowledge, their basically happy marriage was no less intact today than yesterday. So why did she have this, this ... premonition that crisis lurked just around the corner?

    After a few minutes of numbing muse, she pushed herself to her aching feet. The man with indigestion didn't care if she was facing personal dilemmas—he probably wanted to go home and eat pork barbecue.

    In the hallway, she conjured up a smile, then opened the squeaky door to the Blue Room. Mr. Butler, a big man, sat near the door on a diminutive chair, surrounded by cloud-blue walls, his hands resting on wide knees. From his physique, one might think he was a professional athlete, but his clothing betrayed him. His tie hung loose at the collar, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jacket lay folded on the padded examination table. He was darkly handsome, decidedly unkempt, and she immediately understood why Sara had described him as dangerous. A white scar extended from his hairline, running to just above his left eyebrow, hinting of an old injury severe enough to have caused a concussion—at the very least.

    "Good afternoon, Mr. Butler, I'm Dr. Carmichael."

    His gaze darted to her legs, then he gave her a friendly nod. "Pleasure's mine, Doc."

    Ignoring his perusal, she retrieved a mechanical pencil from her pocket. Careful to keep her skirt from riding up, she lowered herself onto a stool with rollers and opened his file. A simple case, in and out. Her thoughts skipped ahead to dinner—a salad sounded good. A haft-cake of goat cheese lay languishing in the fridge. "What seems to be the trouble?"

    "The trouble," the man said, his voice polite but rueful, "is that your husband's luck ran out."

    Natalie glanced up from the file and blinked. "Excuse me?"

    He turned and with one long-armed reach, locked the door. Disbelief bolted through her, her mind reeling at the possible ramifications of her carelessness. Sara had been right. As usual. She propelled the stool and herself into the farthest corner, then scrambled to her feet. "Leave now, or I'll scream." As an afterthought, she held up her pencil like an ice pick.

    Instead, the man calmly pushed himself to his feet and wagged a large finger, his demeanor almost weary. "Lead poisoning is a serious matter, Doc. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Your husband owes me money, and I'm here simply to collect a late payment."

    Natalie found her voice cowering in the back of her throat. "I—I don't know what you're talking about."

    He smiled sadly, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your husband is a gambler, among other things. And worse, he's a bad gambler." He sighed. "I need your jewelry."

    Natalie shook her head slowly, her hand involuntarily moving to cover her wedding ring. "You're not serious."

    "'Fraid so," he said, leaning over to reach into a bulging jacket pocket.

    A gun. He had a gun. Or a blade. All thugs carried a blade. Natalie threw her head back and unleashed a shrill scream, knowing she was completely isolated in the top of the old building, but hoping he'd be spooked.

    Instead, he winced, then poked a finger in his ear. "Please don't do that. God knows I hear enough screeching at home." Instead of a weapon, he withdrew a sheath of rolled-up papers, then spread them on the examining table.

    Natalie stared at him, searching her mind for the location of the closest asylum. Perhaps he had wandered away during finger-painting class. "Who are you?"

   He pointed to the patient folder lying facedown on the floor. "It says right there—Brian Butler."

    "But ... but why would my husband owe you money?"

    "Because he borrowed it and didn't pay it back."

    Natalie relaxed a fraction of an inch—the guy was dim. "You obviously have my husband confused with someone else."

    "Raymond Carmichael, forty-two, drives a ninety-nine green Bonneville, and sells plastic legs for a living."

    "Prostheses," she corrected, determined to retain some measure of control.

    He shrugged. "Tomato, tomahto."

    Natalie swallowed hard. Could Raymond possibly be mixed up with such a shady character? "Why should I believe that my husband owes you money?"

    "Because I don't lie. And," he nodded toward the table, "I have his signature on the loan papers, If you don't believe me, check them out." He smiled wryly, then extended his hand, palm up. "But, first, surrender your weapon."

    When she didn't move, he wiggled his fingers. "Come on, lady. I have to pick up my kids from daycare in twenty minutes."

    He didn't seem intent on harming her, so Natalie relinquished her pencil and warily approached the table. The forms were numerous, but simple: the amount of the loan, the astronomical interest rate, the collateral, the signature. The numbers swam before her eyes, as did Raymond's telltale signature. A signature that pledged her appraised jewelry and—she swallowed—their property against default. Raymond couldn't have signed over the title of their home without her permission, her mind screamed. But then she remembered that he could because she'd assigned him her power of attorney when they closed on the condo in St. Louis two years ago.

    She looked back to the stranger, laughing with incredulity. "There must be over a hundred thousand dollars' worth of loans here."

    He made a sympathetic sound with his cheek. "Sorry, Doc. The wife is always the last to know."

    Natalie frowned, "What are you, some kind of a loan shark?"

    His mouth twitched down at the corners. "I own a pawn business, and I make loans to my customers. Ray's a good customer." He pulled a calculator from his back pocket, then bent over the table to scrutinize the appraisal forms. "Okay, let's get this over with. I'm looking for an emerald cocktail ring."

    Outraged, she jerked her hands behind her back. "I'm not giving you anything."

    He rubbed his eyes with thumb and forefinger, then said, "Work with me, here, Doc. This is so much better than me having to come to your house."

    He was bluffing. "You don't know where we live."

    "White brick, navy shutters, messy back yard."

    She shoved her chin in the air. "It's an English garden."

    "Yeah, whatever. I'm doing you a favor here. If I get the sheriff involved, the whole damn town will know your business."

    "Oh, well, as long as you're doing me a favor."

    He shook his head, tsk-tsking. "You're wasting time."

    The entire situation was starting to seem legitimate, frighteningly so. "I need to discuss this with Raymond."

    "Later," he said. "When I'm eating Happy Meals with my kids."

    "H-How about if I write you a check?" she offered, gathering courage. "How much do you need?"

    "About five thousand, and I don't take checks."

    Natalie swallowed. "Cash," she said, gesturing toward the door. "Follow me to an ATM and I'll give you cash."

    "Have you checked your balances lately, Dr. Carmichael?"

    She balked. "Two days ago."

    He looked sympathetic. "I've seen Raymond put down ten gees on a single dog race. In two days, he could bankrupt the national treasury." He withdrew his wallet and extracted a business card, then handed it to her.


    He gave her a pointed look. "Now, for the last time, Dr. Carmichael—one emerald cocktail ring."

    Feeling helpless, she removed the ring from her finger, then threw it at him, aiming for an eye.

    He caught it neatly. "Thank you." Donning a jeweler's monocle, he held the ring up to the light for a few seconds, then punched in a number on the calculator, his fingers too big for the buttons. He dropped the ring onto a snowy handkerchief spread on the table. "Next, one pair of diamond stud earrings, total weight, two point five carats."

    Her hands flew to her earlobes. "These were my aunt's—they're family heirlooms!"

    "Lucky for Raymond, your aunt had good taste in jewelry."

    Cut to the quick, Natalie bit deep into her lip to stem her tears, but failed miserably.

    He winced and covered his face with his hand. "Oh, no, no, no. Stop with the tears, okay? I'm just trying to feed my family here. You married the bum, not me."

    Furious, she sucked in her tears with a giant hiccup, then handed him the earrings with shaking hands. He inspected them and whistled. "Nice." Then he added them to the hanky. "And finally, one diamond solitaire pendant."

    Remembering she'd dropped the piece inside her sweater, she said, "I don't have it with me."

    His gaze fell to her chest, and the skin over her heart tingled. Slowly, very slowly, he moved to stand in front of her, zeroing in on the small lump of the pendant beneath her sweater—and not exactly ignoring the more sizable lumps on either side.

    Her face burned as she clutched her hand to her chest.

    "Come on, Doc, don't make me take it from you."

    "Raymond gave this pendant to me for our anniversary."

    "I know, I sold it to him. By the way, happy anniversary."

    Never before had she so thoroughly despised a person. "You ... are ... vile."

    A scowl darkened his face, illuminating the scar. "Tell you what, Doc, I'll give you a choice. The necklace—" He snatched up her left hand. She resisted, but his fingers were stronger than her entire arm. "Or your wedding ring." His voice was soft and teasing, offering a choice that was no choice at all.

    Quaking, she glanced down at the thick gold band, etched with gold leaves and studded with emeralds, designed by Raymond and custom-made for her. She would never part with it. "Let go of me," she hissed. "And I'll give you the necklace."

    He released her fingers so abruptly, her arm shot back. Trembling, she lifted the necklace over her head, then pitched it across the floor, sending it skidding to the door. Chest heaving, she met his gaze and injected as much bravado into her voice as she could muster. "Now get out."

    He stared at her for a few seconds, and when an emotion resembling pity shot through his eyes, she understood how one person could injure another in the red haze of rage. If she'd had a gun, she would've deposited a bullet in one of several areas that when compromised, according to Gray's Anatomy, posed a minimum threat to life while ensuring a maximum amount of pain.

    Emitting a soft laugh, the man turned and ripped off a pink carbon copy of the form he'd been filling out. "Your receipt," he said, then folded it neatly and pushed it to the edge of the table. He shoved the rest of the papers back into his jacket, which he draped over his corded arm.

    After gathering up the hanky, he crossed to scoop up the necklace and added it to the glittery pile. He shoved the small bundle into his pocket, then unlocked the door with a snap of his wrist. When a pained expression crossed his face, he touched a hand to his flat stomach. "Oh, by the way, Doc, I do have a touch of indigestion."

    Seething, Natalie glared. "Lay off the Happy Meals."

    Suddenly he smiled, revealing even, white teeth. Probably caps, considering his line of work. Then he gave her a mock salute, and walked out.

What People are Saying About This

Deborah Smith
A great, rollicking treat!
— (Deborah Smith, author of When Venus Fell)
Jane Heller
A first novel that's got everything—humor, romance, suspense, and not one but THREE memorable heroines! Great fun!
— (Jane Heller, author of Sis Boom Bah)
Susan Anderson
Treat yourself to an evening of memorable characters.
— (Susan Anderson, author of Baby Don't Go)

Meet the Author

Stephanie Bond left a career in computer programming to write romance comedy fiction for a living. Drawing upon this irony and others in her life, she entertains readers with fast-paced stories of romance and mayhem. According to Stephanie: "If I can make readers laugh out loud, then I've done my job."

Stephanie lives with her husband in Atlanta, Georgia, contemplating the southern sunshine through the grime on her windows. You can contact Stephanie in care of St. Martin's Paperbacks, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010, or via her website, www.stephaniebond.com.

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Our Husband 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
charisme2003 More than 1 year ago
Stepanie Bond is a great author. I first read all of her Body Movers Series and since then have started reading some of her others. This book was great. It holds your attention the whole time. Would advice anyone to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I have read it many times and it gets funnier each time! I recommend this book to everyone. Stephanie Bond is an excellent author and I eagerly await each of her books.
Guest More than 1 year ago

In the style of Jane Heller (Sis Boom Bah) and perhaps a bit of Olivia Goldsmith (First Wives Club), Ms. Bond has penned a great first single title story that has humor and angst, love and hate. All told in a way that will draw the reader into the lives of the 3 women(ages 50+, mid/late 30s, 20+) who were married simultaneously to the same man, and who find themselves all convicted of the crime of murdering him. Who did it? You'll have to read it to find out.

A interesting cast of secondary characters, intriguing story line, and three memorable ladies combine to make a novel you won't want to miss. From initial distrust and intense animosity, the three women must work together up until the very end to find out who did Raymond in. The author has created heroines for whom I felt compassion and sympathy and a bit of empathy, as I know women who *have* been taken in by con men like Raymond.

As the holiday season approaches, pick up a copy of Our Husband, curl up by the fire with a cup of your favorite beverage and treat yourself to an incredible story with a satisfying resolution.

I envy Ms. Bond's ability to put words on paper. I only wish I were one-tenth as good. Brava! And what are you doing for an encore?

harstan More than 1 year ago
Beatrix, Natalie, and Ruby Lynn possess the identical last name because all three women unknowingly share the same husband Ray Carmichael. The traveling salesman wedded Beatrix over two decades ago. He married Natalie about six years ago. Last year he made Ruby Lynn his third spouse. Ray has never divorced anyone. Legally, he has committed bigamy.

The trio of wives learns about Ray¿s marital status when he is hospitalized in Paducah, Kentucky due to a car accident. All three shows up, shocking one another, but not as much as they stun Ray. Not long afterward, someone kills the bigamist. The police suspect that one of his wives murdered him in a fit of rage. The three wives form a ¿club¿ to not only proves their innocence, but to uncover the identity of Ray¿s killer.

OUR HUSBAND is an entertaining contemporary tale centering on three females seeking their inner selves following spousal betrayal. The story line is amusing (especially Ruby¿s reactions) and often filled with suspense. Although well written, the three women never fully develop, as it seems as if there is one too many lead female charcaters. Ray remains an enigma, but that augments the amateur sleuthing by forcing the lead trio to reassess him by comparing notes. Stephanie Bond has provided readers with an enjoyable novel that successfully combines elements from romance, suspense, and mystery into a warm humorous cozy.

Harriet Klausner

SJMusk More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be an okay read.  Stephanie Bond’s style of writing keeps you interested.  Her characters are likable and you find yourself invested in what will happen to them.
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Really good book. I couldn't put it down.
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justwonderingJS More than 1 year ago
a good differant story
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No comments at this for I have yet to read this book.
lovecavaliers More than 1 year ago
Typical Stephanie Bond - funny, likable characters with some romance and a few twists thrown in to keep us guessing. A fun and easy read. I like all her books!
maxineodie More than 1 year ago
Very good and entertaining. and humerous. loved it
Ginger46 More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be very entertaining. Three women discover their husband had two other wives and they try to figure out which one of them killed the jerk . Very funny read with lots of twists and turns along the way.
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This was a funny read
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sharonka322 More than 1 year ago
I have never read anything by Stephanie Bond, and the title intrigued me enough to try this book. It starts off just as it sounds, three women discovered they are married to the same man. Seemingly, one of them must have killed him, since, oh hey, he is dead. The book follows all three of them as they try to discover who killed him and how, because even that isn't really clear. The book is well written, it is easy to follow the three different characters and a enjoyable. Perfect for a rainy weekend, a summer vacation, or a long car ride. The killer took me by surprise, which was a nice twist, usually I figure it out half way through the book, and I love a happy ending...and that had a happy twist in it as well. So all in all, this book was just a light fun read.
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BeachRead245 More than 1 year ago
I liked the book okay. I thought it was better than the prior book we read in the book club. The book is definitely an interesting read. She has an interesting writing style. I definitely couldn't put it down towards the end. I thought it was creative how these women figure out how their husband was murdered.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I purchased this book several years ago and it still sticks out in my mind. I loved it. It kept me laughing and it kept me guessing. You won't regret buying this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a fun book with good character development. It was enjoyable to see the characters develop especially as they interacted with each other.
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