Running the family literary business while preparing for her best friend’s wedding, chairing a park planning committee, and getting her rescue cat to bond with her boyfriend’s golden retriever doesn’t leave Allie Cobb much time for crime-solving. But when the guy who stood her up the night of her high school senior prom is killed and dumped in a pile of mulch, Allie’s suddenly the prime suspect.
It’s insulting enough that gambler, drunk, and all-around lowlife Georgie Alonso was found on the site of the memorial park honoring Allie’s deceased father. Now she’s fighting to clear her name and hold off a rush to judgment. But politics, decades-old secrets, and a slew of high-profile suspects make dangerous bedfellows as the eve of the park’s grand opening draws nearer. She’ll have to nab a killer soon, before her storybook life gets a bad ending …
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Actually, it was the best of times. Full stop. I turned on the coffee maker and wandered into the living room of my apartment. While the machine gurgled away, I looked out the window. The view from my perch on the second floor was incomparable. On this sunny September morning, I could see from the shops of Washington Boulevard below me all the way to the verdant green woodlands of nearby Green Hills State Park.
My tortoiseshell cat, Ursula, better known to one and all as Ursi, bumped her head against my shin and meowed as the aroma of fresh dark roast wafted in from the kitchen. Between an apartment I loved, a job I adored, and a group of family and friends who made me feel welcome and safe, life was good.
After spending almost a decade on my own in New York City, it had taken some time to get used to small-town living. But now, ten months after returning to my hometown to run my late father's literary agency, I'd settled into a routine that was as fulfilling as it was comfortable.
"Ready for breakfast, girl?" I carried Ursi to the kitchen, scratching her ear on the way. I barely had time to pour her food into her Hello Kitty bowl before she attacked her breakfast with the ferocity of a lion feasting on the day's catch. Between the energy she spent on our regular walks around town and her prowling around our spacious living quarters, Ursi had become an eating machine.
Even though I never seemed to fill her bowl enough to satisfy her, she was content in her new, window-filled surroundings as much as I was. On top of that, her status as the only cat in town who took her owner for walks had made Ursi something of a local celebrity.
Despite my best efforts to downplay it, I couldn't deny my status as a local celebrity of sorts, too. It came with the territory of solving the first murder in Rushing Creek, Indiana, population 3,216, in thirty years. I was proud of the work I'd done to solve the case, but all things considered, I would have preferred that Thornwell Winchester, the father of my best friend Sloane, hadn't been murdered.
The memories of those dark times, as I searched for a murderer in the days after my own father's death, still woke me up at night in a cold sweat and probably would for the rest of my life.
Several doors were opened to me during that rough time, though. They were openings I walked through without an ounce of regret, and they led me to where I now found myself — happy, healthy, and living the dream every day.
"What's on today's agenda?" I pushed down the lever on my toaster to warm a blueberry bagel.
Ursi responded by winding herself through my legs and then sauntering off to the living room and settling herself on her perch in front of a window. Evidently, napping, eating, and monitoring her surroundings were the items on Ursi's calendar.
"Another day of guard-kitty duty. What would I do without you?" When the bagel popped up, I spread a thick layer of Nutella on both pieces, filled my Cobb Literary Agency coffee cup, and took a seat at the kitchen table.
I had a jam-packed schedule on this fine Thursday. First up, I needed to finish editing a client's thriller manuscript. I'd been up until three the night before reading it and had sky-high hopes for landing a contract offer from a publisher in record time. After that, Ursi and I needed to go for a walk. Then I was scheduled to spend the rest of the day contacting editors to whom I'd sent proposals. I had five books currently under consideration by various editors and was confident I'd land contracts for all of them.
Ultra-productivity was critical today, because the next four days were filled with activities totally unrelated to my literary agency. Tomorrow, I was scheduled to check in at the under-construction Winchester-Cobb Memorial Park. As chair of the committee overseeing the park's construction, I visited the site every Friday to make sure work was progressing on schedule.
Saturday was set aside to help Sloane finish packing and then move her into my brother Luke's house. She and Luke deciding to cohabitate before exchanging wedding vows wasn't sitting well with my dear mother, but everyone else in town was happy they were getting married.
After Saturday, the only thing on my mind was spending Labor Day with my honey, Brent Richardson, and Sammy, his golden retriever. It was a ninety- minute drive from Rushing Creek to his current workplace in Terre Haute, Indiana. That meant weekends and holidays were pretty much the only time we got to see each other in real life.
"Okay, girl. Let's do this." I bit into the bagel and savored the combination of gooey and crunchy goodness. I wiped bagel crumbs from my mouth to keep them from ending up between the computer keys and opened the thriller manuscript.
Ninety heart-pounding minutes later, I let out a yelp and almost knocked my coffee off the table when there were three rapid, sharp knocks at my door. With a groan, I closed my computer. It wasn't fair that I had to walk away from an amazing story with only fifteen pages to go.
Ursi gave me a meh as she leapt from my lap. She landed on the hardwood floor without a sound and gave me a look over her shoulder as she padded to the door to let me know she expected me to open it.
"Hey, girlfriend," Sloane said when I opened the door. She scooped up Ursi and kissed her fuzzy head. "Oh. Hi, Allie."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes as my best friend and I shared a laugh.
When we were together, the laughs came easy and often. It was good. I closed the door, and we got comfortable in the living room. Ursi started purring as loud as a lawn mower the nanosecond she got settled on Sloane's lap.
"You sure you don't want a cat of your own?" Ursi loved me in her own mysterious feline way, but she had formed an undeniable bond with Sloane during the days after Thornwell's murder. I'd suggested more than once that Sloane adopt a kitty, all to no avail.
"You know I couldn't betray Ursi like that. Besides, Luke says he's allergic to cats." She scratched my pet under her orange-and-black chin. "So little Miss Ursula gets all my love. Don't you, girl?"
Signaling her agreement, Ursi purred even louder.
My heart warmed at the sight. Sloane was my best two-legged friend, and Ursi was my best four-legged friend. The fact that they were besties made my life, which was pretty great, even better.
"So, what brings you by?" My gaze drifted to my computer. I needed to get back to work. Sloane's reason for stopping by unannounced must have been important, though. She never visited without texting first.
"Brace yourself." With a devious grin, she waited until I was leaning so far forward in my chair that I was literally on the edge of my seat. "The diner begins serving their seasonal apple pie at eleven."
My stomach growled, and my mouth started watering as visions of the most glorious pastry on Earth danced in my head. The Brown County Diner served their fruit pies on a seasonal rotation. September was the pinnacle of apple picking season in Indiana, so the diner would be serving my favorite pie until mid-October, when it would switch to pumpkin.
I glanced at the antique clock hanging on the wall above the television. A wedding present from Thornwell, for decades it had hung in Dad's office. Mom gave it to me when I moved into the apartment. The hands, which kept perfect time, were currently pointing at the ten and the eight.
Twenty till eleven. That manuscript isn't going anywhere. "Let me get Ursi's leash."
A few minutes later, my four-legged friend led us out the door and down the stairs. On the first floor, the door on the left opened to Renee's Gently Used Books, and the door on the right opened to the Sock Shoppe. I'd spent more than I cared to admit at both places,
Sloane leapt ahead of us and opened the front door. "Keep moving, girl. We can't let your mom get distracted by the new books."
"You mean like that one?" As we passed in front of the bookstore, I pointed at a hardback copy of The Endless River on display. It was Thornwell's final book. Published nine months after his death, it had maintained its lofty perch at the top of the best-seller lists for almost two months now.
My bestie stopped and placed her fingertips against the glass of the bookstore's window. As she stared at her father's work, she wiped what might have been a tear from her eye.
"Are people really calling it his best book ever?"
We resumed our trek to the diner.
I nodded as pride swelled within me at the small role I'd played in the book's publication. "A few people in the industry have mentioned the Pulitzer Prize and the Man Booker Prize."
"Wow." She shook her head. "Dad had his act together at the end, didn't he?"
"That he did."
An elderly couple staring at us with open mouths kept me from saying more. People often gave Ursi and me strange looks when we went for walks. Ursi ignored the stares. I had to make an effort to keep from laughing at the often- comical looks.
We got moving. There was glorious pie to be eaten. A few minutes later, we turned a corner, and the diner came into view. My stomach growled again.
"I think they heard that in Bloomington." Sloane bumped her arm with my elbow. "I'll put our order in."
While she was inside, Ursi and I got settled at one of the handcrafted, wrought-iron tables in front of the diner. Despite my status as a local celebrity of sorts for solving Thornwell's murder, when I was with my feline companion, I still had to dine alfresco. On a glorious, sunny morning like today, with Ursi at my feet, grooming herself in preparation for a nap, I had no complaints.
A few minutes later, Angela Miller, the diner's owner, emerged with a platter laden with two massive pieces of pie and a saucer of milk. Sloane was right behind her with a carafe of coffee in one hand and two mugs in the other.
"How's the best literary agent in town today?" Angela placed the pieces of pie on the table and the saucer on the sidewalk next to Ursi.
"Given that I'm the only literary agent in town, I'm good. How's the campaign?"
"Overwhelming." Angela brushed a strand of black hair out of her face. "I didn't expect running for mayor would be so time-consuming. On the other hand, I'm loving every minute of it."
"I think you'll be a fantabulous mayor." Sloane wiped whipped cream from her lips. She was already a third of the way through her piece. "And it's not just because this is the most delicious pie you've made ever."
Angela put a hand on her hip. "If memory serves, you said the exact same thing about my blueberry pie a few weeks ago."
"Because it's true," Sloane said through a mouthful of the heavenly smelling pastry I hadn't even had a chance to taste yet. "You are an artist, and your pies belong in that art museum Allie always talked about when she lived in New York."
"The Met or the Museum of Modern Art?" Angela propped one arm on the other so her chin fit on her fist. Thanks to the compliments, her undivided attention was on Sloane.
"Both, actually." My bestie scooped up a massive forkful of the pastry and took a picture of it with her phone. "Totally going on Instagram."
"That's high praise." Angela gave her a knuckle bump. "I need to get back inside, but that may have scored you another piece."
"Let's go then."
I chuckled as they went inside. Sloane's youthful exuberance was the perfect yin to my reserved, introvert yang. She had an irrepressible spirit that hadn't been extinguished by having to cope with her father's murder. It made me proud, and thankful, to call her my friend.
When I finally took my first bite of the pie, my taste buds exploded in ecstasy. Sloane hadn't lied. This might have been Angela's best pie ever.
As the two of us dined with deliberate slowness, a police cruiser pulled into a parking space not far from us. While Sloane was my oldest friend, the officer who emerged, Jeanette Wilkerson, was one of my newest friends.
We exchanged greetings, and Sloane asked her to join us. Despite the invitation, I couldn't help wondering if it was my bestie's attempt to go for a third piece of pie.
"I'm afraid I can't. On my way to see Jax Michaels, so I'm stopping for a coffee to go."
"You going to arrest him?" Sloane's eyes narrowed.
"Sorry, guys. Not this time." Angela gave Sloane's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Jax had been Thornwell's property manager for years until Thornwell fired him for failing to do work he'd been paid for. Sloane still held a grudge against the man. "He's complaining someone keeps stealing his Cannon for Mayor yard sign. Says it's happened three times now."
"Serves him right," Sloane said with enough venom to paralyze a bison.
"Any idea who's doing it?" I put my fork down.
Rushing Creek's current mayor, Larry Cannon, had been in office for almost eight years. Our relationship over the last year had been a roller-coaster ride, but, in general, he'd done a good job. Despite that, I'd jumped on the Angela Miller for Mayor bandwagon early.
"Probably just kids causing trouble, but the chief wants to send a message that we won't put up with stuff like this." Jeanette tipped her cap to us. "See you around."
After Sloane and I finished, we took a circuitous route back to my apartment. I wanted to tease her that she needed the longer route to work off the calories she'd ingested, but I couldn't. It was too perfect a day to be snarky.
Besides, as a professional trail runner, Sloane was in top physical condition and burned through calories like an airplane burned through jet fuel. Some extra sugar and carbs from time to time never seemed to hurt her race performances.
Instead, we went over the game plan for Sloane's move. As we talked, she held out her left hand so the half-carat solitaire engagement ring could catch the sunlight.
"At times, I still can't believe we're getting married." Her goofy grin warmed my heart. She'd had a crush on my brother since we were kids, but it wasn't until the last year that their relationship had gotten serious.
"And I can't believe Luke had it in him to come up with such an amazing ring."
"I know, right? Your bro is full of surprises."
"And we'll stop right there before we get into TMI territory." We exchanged a high five. Thanks to years of practice, we made perfect contact without even looking at each other.
As we parted ways a little while later, I took some time to soak in my idyllic surroundings and incredible luck. I'd made a spur-of-the-moment decision to leave the literary agency I had been working for in New York to come home. The decision was working out better than I could have ever dreamed.
I had family and friends close by. I was my own boss, with a book on the best- seller lists. I even had a boyfriend, even if we only saw each other on weekends. As I unlocked the door to my apartment and got back to work, I had a feeling some exciting things were in my future. I couldn't wait to find out what they were.CHAPTER 2
By the time my head hit the pillow that night, I'd finished edits on the thriller manuscript and sent it to my client with my comments. The manuscript would sell quickly, in days rather than weeks or months, so I couldn't wait to get it back with her final edits. I'd also spent the afternoon on the phone with editors at various publishing houses who were reading manuscripts I'd submitted.
I actually woke up before my alarm went off Friday morning, so, after a breakfast of mixed fruit and an English muffin, I put on my walking shoes and grabbed Ursi's collar. "How about a trip to the park, missy?"
Ursi looked up from her food bowl, licked a paw, and trotted to the front door.
All righty, then.
Winchester-Cobb Memorial Park wasn't a park. Yet. It was a fifteen-acre parcel of land that had been part of Thornwell's one-hundred-twenty-acre estate. Sloane inherited the property and donated the fifteen acres to the City of Rushing Creek so it could be developed into a park. She made a single request when she donated the land and the funds to build and maintain it.
She asked for the park to be named after her father and my father.
The city graciously accepted the donation and assembled a steering committee to oversee design and construction of the park. Mayor Cannon asked me to serve as the committee chair. It was a kind offer I couldn't refuse and was the first step in rebuilding the fractured relationship between us.
As steering committee chair, it was my job to serve as the liaison between the city parks department, which was overseeing day-to-day construction, and the community at large. Given that the park was being named in part after my father, who'd been my hero and mentor, I took the role seriously and visited the park at least once and often twice a week.(Continues…)
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I found the book to be a very good read. I like the characters and plot. I am looking forward to future Allie Cobb books!
In this follow up book, Allie Cobb has moved for real from NYC to southern Indiana. She is hard at work getting her literary agency up and running. She is settling into life in her childhood town. She is even head of the planning committee for the new park in town named after her late father. While checking on the work at the park one morning, she finds a dead body. This turns out to be someone that she had a history with from high school. This of course creates a compromising situation for Allie that she then has to do some investigating in order to clear her name. Allie upsets some people around town with her questions, but eventually she does find the right answer and solve the crime. Overall I enjoyed the book, it flowed well, was well edited without errors. I generally prefer to read books written in first person. There is a large variety of characters in the book to give it a well rounded vibe. However, by the end of the book, I didn't exactly like the main character. It wasn't somethng definite that I can pinpoint, just how some opinions were expressed. I didn't quite connect with Allie.
I actually broke my record of coming in at the eighth book in a series and started with Book One this time. Intrigued by Allie Cobb returning home for her father's funeral and staying to take over his literary agency in small-town Indiana, the premise looked promising and I requested Book Two. Unlike Book One, which followed all the normal cozy doctrines and managed to make a sensible and interesting premise into a well-plotted and envisioned scenario, Book Two falls trips over the line and dissolves into disbelief. There are positive activities running in the background; Allie helping her friend prepare her wedding, becoming involved in local politics, chairing a park project whose land was donated by her friend, and growing her father's agency. She is settling into an apartment above a bookstore. She and her boyfriend are trying to get her kitty and his golden retriever to learn to tolerate each other and in the meantime, her relationship with him continues to grow, albeit slowly. I liked that coming from New York she doesn't own a car and rides her bicycle for transportation and she walks her cat on a leash, although that is not entirely new. But you must believe the police would suspect the woman could now kill over being stood up for a high school prom--fifteen years ago. Of course, it would be she who discovers the body under a pile of mulch on the park property and is immediately assumed the primary suspect by the police chief, who really doesn't bother looking much further. Allie will have to prove she is not a killer. She begins offering leads and ideas to the police chief and he begins to share what they have. (uh huh) It is not a barn burner, evolving at cozy pace, and throws in a couple red herrings. Overall, I was disappointed in this second offering and still shuddering over the "strength test." 2.5/5 rounded to 3.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Allie has found another body, with an assist by her cat Ursi . . . the guy who ditched her years ago on prom night . . . yup, dead under a pile of mulch in the park Allie is in charge of that will be a memorial to her dad and the author he championed. First on the scene, first on the suspect list. What Allie knows is that she wouldn’t give Georgie Alonso the time of day let alone kill him. She also knows he had a lot of skeletons in his closet and she is focused on shaking all of them to find the killer and throw the book at them. Ellie a.k.a the Kickboxing Crusader is a fun character. She is getting comfortable back home in Indiana and taking over her father’s business. I love the traditions she has started when sells a book and when the books are published. It shows so much about how invested she is in her authors. In this installment, she is also in charge of keeping the construction of Winchester-Cobb Memorial Park and be sure is it ready for the grand opening. It was during her weekly progress checks that the body is discovered. Mr. Kenney has written a complicated mystery. The police are having trouble solving it and so is Allie. She had a preliminary list of suspects but each clue she uncovers switches up that list and brings new suspects to light. With her ex-brother-in-law as the Chief of Police, he goes to great lengths to show she could have not committed the crime but that doesn’t stop her from poking and prodding to find the killer. As we moved toward the ending the pace of the story really ratchets up. The killer reveal was so entertaining and the takedown was something that I had never seen in a cozy mystery. I love the literary agent theme and Allie carrying on in the family business. I really enjoy that the series is set in Indiana and that all the residents feel genuine. There is a real community feel. Kenney sets a scene very well and gives readers a great bird’s eye view. He mixes the real-life and the mystery plotlines nicely. This story was a Perfect Escape for me and I highly recommend adding it to your summer reading lists. It can be read on its own but treat yourself and read both to learn the story of Allie coming back to Indiana.
Allie Cobb is at it again in this 2nd installment in this series. Allie has moved into her own apartment above a bookstore and is working as a literary agent as well as the chair of the committee overseeing the new park in honor of her Father and his best friend and author Thornwell (Sloane's Father). Thornwell was murdered in the first book and Allie is the one who found the killer and she has been nicknamed the kickbox crusader. She is not comfortable with the attention and nickname and on one of her walks to check on the new park her cat Ursi they find the dead body of Georgie Alonso. Allie becomes the prime suspect and of course that makes her search out the real killer. Georgie was a real low life and there are plenty of suspects. I liked how Allie ultimately put in all together but surprised who the killer was and and Allie once again puts her life on the line to catch the culprit. Like the small town and her family. Like how her brother Luke and sister Rachel get together to compare notes on how her Mother is doing after the death of their Father and Mom knows exactly what they are doing. Looking forward to the next installment.
A Genuine Fix by J.C. Kenney is the second An Allie Cobb Mystery. Allie Cobb along with her tortoiseshell cat, Ursula (Ursi for short) is out walking on Friday morning. It is the day she checks out the progress of the Winchester-Cobb Memorial Park of which she is the head of the steering committee. Allie notices a dump truck has unloaded mulch where the gazebo is to be erected and then Ursi uncovers a hand. Georgie Alonso, the boy who stood Allie up for the senior prom, is found dead under the mulch and Allie is Police Chief Matt Roberson’s prime suspect. Allie Cobb, the Kickboxing Crusader, sets out to clear her name by finding the killer. A Genuine Fix can be read as a standalone if you have not had the opportunity to finish A Literal Mess. The story progresses at a steady rate making for a quick, easy to read cozy mystery. J.C. Kenney’s vivid descriptions brought the town and characters to life for me. I especially enjoyed the details of Allie’s charming abode above the bookshop. A Genuine Fix is told from Allie’s perspective (first person narrative) which allowed me to understand how she was feeling and her perspective on matters. Allie Cobb is settling into her new apartment and busy obtaining new clients for the Cobb Literary Agency. Allie is a woman who will not let herself be set up for a crime she did not commit. She is strong and determined which I like in a main character. Allie also has a “dogged desire for the truth.” The mystery is straightforward with a couple of suspects and pointed clues. Allie’s method of investigation is direct. Everyone in town knows what she is doing which aids Allie as well as the killer. It also results in some humorous situations. The way the villain was captured was unique and entertaining. A Genuine Fix is a lighthearted cozy mystery with a cunning cat, a disagreeable victim, a mound of mulch, a tolerant police chief, and one determined bicycle riding literary agent.
A Genuine Fix is the second book in the Allie Cobb Mystery series. Allie Cobb, who has recently moved back to Rushing Creek and taken over her late father’s book editing business, is happy that the business is doing well. She already has had one bestseller and a second well on its way to becoming another bestseller. Allie best friend, Sloane, has provided the funds to have a park to built in honor of her late father and best selling author, Thornwell Winchester. Allie has been appointed the chair of the committee overseeing the park’s construction. Allie usually visits the site on Friday to make sure everything is on schedule and everything is being built according to plans. Friday has arrived and Allie and her cat Ursi have set off for the park for their weekly visit. The first thing she notices is that a dump truck had dropped a load of mulch right where the gazebo is to be constructed, she starts to look around for the driver, but none is found. She notices Ursi pawing around in the mulch and has uncovered a finger. That finger is still attached to the body of Georgie Alonso. Alonso had a reputation around Rushing Creek for being a trouble maker and had a few people who would like to see his demise. Allie is not one to hold a grudge, but in high school, Georgie asked Allie to the prom and ended up standing her up and had a few laughs over it. Because of her having been stood up, Allie falls under suspicion and Allie starts her own investigation to clear her name. On her list of a potential suspect is Lori Cannon, Georgie is the father of her daughter and with his work habits is often behind on support payments. With a million-dollar life insurance policy, Lori ends up high on Allie’s list. Also, she wants to check out Roger Parke, owner of Parke’s Landscaping. Georgie had worked for Parke and had an accident involving a truck, Georgie ended up filing a workmen’s compensation claim and Parke ended up having to pay Georgie $25,000. Also, Georgie had reportedly had a gambling problem and she needs to learn more about this problem. The book is well-written and plotted and with a very enjoyable cast of characters. The author has continued to develop the characters. There are plenty of twists and turns and red herrings that kept me guessing until the end. I’m looking forward to the next book in this interesting series, A Mysterious Mix Up, coming in December 2019.
Cozy Mystery in Indiana This is a fun cozy mystery that includes a cat, a dog, and the Kickboxing Crusader. The story moves quickly and keeps the reader involved in the solving of the murder. The story includes the best description on page 18; By the time I looked up, her back was a feline version of the St. Louis Arch, and her tail was a bushy, black-and-orange feather duster.' I enjoyed this book and will be looking for more cozies by this author. I received this ARC book for free from Net Galley and this is my honest review.
Allie Cobb had returned home from New York City to Rushing Creek, Indiana less than a year ago and a second murder has happened in the small town. This time it’s the boy who stood Allie up at senior prom and some folks in town believe Allie killed him as payback. To clear her name, before the police are forced by the mayor to make an arrest, Allie outs on her sleuthing hat and gets down to business. It’s been awhile since I read a cozy where I kind of cringed at times as I read it, but the clock starts again today. While the story has a few things I connected with, a shorter protagonist and life in a small town, there are things I just couldn’t ignore. Why would the chief of police allow the mayor try and force an arrest on circumstantial evidence or why would said chief of police actively pursue partnering with a civilian with no law enforcement background on a murder case? However I did enjoy the message of getting past the angst and challenges of high school and becoming a strong adult who does not need the approval and acceptance of others to know your own worth. This is one of those books where I will need to read another entry and decide whether or, not it’s a series I will continue on with.
Series: An Allie Cobb Mystery - Book 2 Author: J.C Kenney Genre: Cozy Mystery/Literary Publisher: Lyrical Press (Kensington) Page Count: 202 A Genuine Fix, a cozy mystery by J.C. Kenny from Lyrical Press (Kensington) comes out next week. This is book two in the “An Allie Cobb Mystery” series. This new book is an intensely entertaining read, filled with intrigue and suspense. Allie is once again involved with a murder investigation, but this time she is the prime suspect. When she finds the body of an ex-flame from high school, and a man she openly despised, everyone thinks that she killed him to get revenge. Characters in this series are still growing and developing, but Allie is well-rounded and likable. Sloane, her best friend is marrying her brother, and both characters bring a sense of happiness along with the promise of a future to the series. Allie’s mom and her cat also play a big part in making this cozy mystery fun and a page-turner with readers anxious for the nest twist. The victim, in this case, is not at all good. He is every girl’s nightmare in high school, the guy you crushed on and thought would never notice, the guy who stood you up and made you a laughingstock. But… as an adult, he is also the father of a young girl which is his only redeeming value. Finding his killer isn’t easy, especially as it appears that the killer is setting Allie up to take the fall. However, perseverance is one of Allie’s best characteristics. In the end, she unmasks the killer and exonerates herself; at the same time, she gets justice for a little girl who never knew she needed it. I enjoyed reading this book and am looking forward to the next installment. I am happy to recommend A Genuine Fix to cozy mystery book lovers everywhere.
It really doesn't make sense that Allie would kill Georgie, a guy who stood her up for the prom all those years ago but a cozy isn't a cozy if someone illogical isn't the first suspect. Turns out, of course that there are lots of people who didn't like him so when Allie decides to investigate on her own, she walks into a mess of troubled people. Allie's a literary agent and she's also busy with lots of other things, including a romance and a cat. I didn't read the first book but I don't think that was a problem as Kenney provides enough info to get you going right away. Thanks to Netgalley for the ARC. For cozy fans.
I'm in two minds about this book: on side I loved the small town atmosphere and enjoyed the mystery, on the other side I found that Ally somehow turned into a sort of superhero and sometimes grated on my nerves. I appreciated the description of the small town atmosphere with the fabulous shops and the gossips, I loved to meet again the characters even if I'd have preferred some more character development. The mystery was ok even if the solution seemed a bit rushed. I liked the description of Ally's work as it was a sort of behind the scene. I look forward to reading the next instalment hoping that there will a woman and less the Kickboxing Hero. As I liked it I recommend it. Many thanks to Kensington Books and Netgalley for this ARC, all opinions are mine.
2 stars (at best) I am so unhappy about this book. I loved the first book in this series so much. A Genuine Fix has been a sheer disappointment. I will start with the good. 1. The characters are well written, even though they are beyond trite and cringe-worthy 2.. The endorsement to support small local run business is nice. The bad. 1. I hate that small town cops are always shown as ignorant boffins who will arrest anyone just to make an arrest so the main character has to figure it out. Ridiculous 2. The sheer lunacy of thinking someone waited 15 years and moved back to a small town to murder someone who stood her up for prom is utter insanity. 3. The local police have Allie do a strength test to "prove" she wasn't strong enough to kill the murdered man with some piece of equipment. The first thing I thought of was OJ Simpson and the gloves. Ugh, just exceedingly more ridiculous on every turn of the page. I just cannot even finish this drivel. I really enjoyed the initial book in this series but A Genuine Fix is so bad it makes me doubt if I will ever try her books again. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher and NetGalley. The views given are my own. #AGenuineFix #NetGalley #JCKenney