Death Crashes the Party

Death Crashes the Party

by Vickie Fee

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ISBN-13: 9781496700636
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 12/29/2015
Series: A Liv And Di In Dixie Mystery , #1
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 14,616
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Vickie Fee is a past president of the Malice in Memphis chapter of Sisters in Crime and current member of the Wisconsin Sisters in Crime. She has a degree in journalism and spent many years as a newspaper reporter, covering small Southern towns populated with colorful characters, much like those in the fictional town of Dixie. She now lives in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with her husband, John. She grew up in the South on a steady diet of Nancy Drew and iced tea, and when she’s not writing, Vickie enjoys reading mysteries and watching B movies from the 1930s and ‘40s. Visit her online at www.vickiefee.com, or on Facebook @VickieFeeAuthor.

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CHAPTER 1

Monday was a scorching August day that had turned into hell for me when the Farrell brothers crashed a party that already had disaster written all over it.

I was repeating the dreadful details for the umpteenth time to Sheriff Eulyse "Dave" Davidson.

At 10:00 a.m. I met yet again with the Erdmans to continue negotiations for their fortieth-anniversary party. Making all Mrs. Erdman's peculiar dreams come true, while still pacifying her husband, was a complicated balancing act — like spinning plates on poles. This is a skill every good party planner must learn.

Mrs. Erdman, her red hair sticking out in barbed curls, sat on a chintz sofa in the couple's expansive living room. We discussed every tedious detail of a moonshine- and magnolias-themed party. Mr. Erdman sat in a recliner, paying scant attention to anything that didn't require personal effort on his part.

In a nutshell — the Erdmans being the nuts — she wanted an elegant party with frills, fancy foods, and elaborate decorations. Mr. Erdman wanted to wear comfortable clothes and drink lots of liquor. So he and his buddies would sample generous servings of different whiskeys, including moonshine from his cousin Vern's still. The ladies would dress as Southern belles, sip mint juleps, and listen to a Dixieland band on the veranda. The men, at the insistence of Mr. Erdman, would be dressed as bootleggers. Picture O Brother, Where Art Thou? We finally ironed out a major wrinkle when Mr. Erdman acquiesced to one dance with his wife. Hopefully, the other husbands would follow suit.

Mrs. Erdman's most recent vision for the party — and she'd had many — included ice sculptures. She wanted a giant forty perched atop a 1973 Plymouth Barracuda carved in ice, which would be displayed on the buffet table, with icy bare-butted cherubs to either side. The Barracuda was the car they took on their honeymoon. Not sure about the cherubs, but ours is not to reason why. After consulting with the ice sculptor, I now had to figure out how to store 250 pounds of ice — in August — so it wouldn't melt before the party. Although the Erdmans had two refrigerators with freezers in their kitchen, they were nowhere near large enough to accommodate the sculptures.

Mrs. Erdman offered that they had a deep freezer in the garage, which stored her husband's bounty of venison and catfish from his hunting and fishing exploits. She assured me that any game left in the freezer could be given away to friends and neighbors to make way for the sculptures. Mr. Erdman didn't dispute her assertion. I followed them into the garage, with tape measure in hand, to make sure the freezer could contain the ice sculptures.

"And ... well, you know what happened next."

"Humor me," Dave said, with absolutely no sympathy for the day I was having. So I went through it — again.

I opened the freezer to measure the interior. Unfortunately, what we beheld was the frosty remains of Darrell Farrell, staring up at us like a fresh-caught walleye.

Mrs. Erdman screamed and ran back into the house. Her rotund husband stood for a moment, stunned. I backed away from the freezer, looking at a still slack-jawed Walter Erdman, trying to think of something to say. Instead, I tripped, knocking over a big green garbage can, and found myself sprawled on top of Darrell's very dead brother, Duane, who had toppled out with the trash. He was wearing what for the life of me looked like a Confederate uniform.

Walter Erdman screamed like a young girl and ran across the three-car garage and back into the house. I'd never seen anyone haul that much ass in one load. The Erdmans, who had the nerve of a bad tooth, had left me to deal with the problem at hand, despite the fact that it was not my house and it was definitely not my party. I dialed 911.

After phoning the police, I went into the house to let my clients know the sheriff was on his way. I found Mr. Erdman in his study, stretched out on a leather sofa, staring at the ceiling and clutching a bottle of Scotch. Sobs from the hallway indicated Mrs. Erdman had locked herself in the powder room.

"I went to the entry hall and sat on the stairs, waiting to open the door when you arrived."

The only fortunate aspect of this tiresome inquisition was that Sheriff Dave was conducting it in the air-conditioned comfort of the Erdmans' roomy kitchen, appointed with gleaming commercial-grade appliances and marble countertops. I helped myself to a Diet Coke from the under-counter fridge stocked with bottled water and soft drinks.

"Dave, you want something to drink?"

No, ma'am. I'm good."

Presumably to emphasize that this was official business, Dave made a point of calling me "Mrs. McKay" and "ma'am," instead of "Liv," despite the fact that we'd long been on a first-name basis. Tall, lean, and not bad looking, our normally genial sheriff could, nonetheless, present an imposing demeanor when he had a mind to.

"I know you didn't ask me, Sheriff Davidson," I said, following his cue on formality, "but, despite the fact the bodies were found at their house, which would naturally make them prime suspects, I can honestly testify that the Erdmans were both completely shocked by the discovery."

"Can't rule anything or anyone out at this juncture, but I take your point," he said.

After he finally stopped probing my brain for details, I had to ask, "Dave, do you have any idea why Duane was wearing a Confederate uniform?"

"He and his brother were both involved with one of those Civil War reenactment units," he said. "As to why he was dressed out in uniform, I can't say. They've got some big reenactment event coming up in a few weeks." He went on. "Now, let me ask you a question, Ms. McKay. You seem to keep your ear to the ground. Do you have any idea who might have had a reason to kill the Farrell boys?"

"Seems obvious to me, Sheriff," I said. "It must have been some damn Yankee."

Dave did not seem at all amused.

CHAPTER 2

After Dave finally allowed me to leave the crime scene, I went to my office. Not that I felt like working and not that anybody would let me get any work done. My phone rang all afternoon, and I contended with questions from inquiring minds. Apparently, everyone in the miniscule town of Dixie, Tennessee, had heard about the murders. And most of the nubs on the grapevine knew as much about the case as I did.

Liv 4 Fun, the party-planning business of which I am the owner and only full-time employee, is operated from a second-floor office above Sweet Deal Realty on Town Square. Our motto is "We plan so you can party." I rent the space from Nathan Sweet, who owns the real estate business, as well as the building. Liv 4 Fun has a separate entrance. My street frontage is literally the width of the plate-glass door, which opens to a steep staircase leading to my modest office.

After fielding phone calls for as long as I could bear, I switched on the answering machine, locked the front door, and went into the real estate office, which is both downstairs and next door, depending on how you look at it. Since there isn't a restroom in the upstairs space, my rent includes access to the facilities in my landlord's business for me and my clients. Such is life in a small town.

Winette King, the only agent besides Nathan Sweet who works at Sweet Deal Realty, gave me a sympathetic look as I collapsed into a chair facing her desk.

"Girl, I hear you had quite the morning."

Mr. Sweet wandered out of his back office, which is crammed so full of files and signs and other miscellanies that it looks more like a storage room. He sat down at the desk next to Winette's and launched into a story of how he once discovered a body while giving a house tour to prospective buyers.

"Not murder, like you came across this morning. Turned out to be natural causes," he said, stroking the stubble on his chinless jaw and gazing up at the acoustical tile ceiling. "Still, the sight of Mrs. Woods in the bathtub, gray and bloated as a beached whale, nixed what had seemed like a sure sale. Mind you, the sight of Mrs. Woods naked would have frightened away the buyers even if she hadn't been dead."

Mr. Sweet got up from his chair. The bell rang as he opened the front door, and he ambled across the street, where he joined a group of old men chatting in front of the barbershop.

"Is that man for real?" Winette asked rhetorically after he had gone. "Sometimes I think I'm working in a nuthouse. And I don't know what you're even doing here, Liv. You know anybody who sees you is just going to pump you for information about those poor dead boys. Speaking of which, if your clients, the whatsits ...?"

"The Erdmans," I said.

"Yeah, the Erdmans. If they didn't kill those young men, it seems to me someone who really hated the Erdmans must have killed them. Why else would someone leave bodies in their garage, instead of dumping them in the river?"

"I had the same thought. But Dave said it was actually a pretty handy spot to stash a body. You know what that neighborhood's like — a big cul-de-sac of McMansions. I'd never thought about it, but it has a service road running behind the properties that's used by lawn maintenance, landscapers, pool cleaners, and such. Apparently, workers are coming and going all the time. Dave says anyone with a work truck who looked like they knew what they were doing could have plopped a dead body in a wheelbarrow, thrown a tarp and a bag of fertilizer on top of it, and rolled it right up to the garage without anyone taking notice."

"I'll keep that in mind if I ever have a body to get rid of." Winette took a mirrored compact from her desk drawer and carefully painted on a fresh layer of violet lipstick, a shade that nicely complemented her creamy caramel complexion. She tidied her desk, scooping papers into her briefcase and dropping her cell phone and reading glasses into her purse. "I'm going to get my nails done. I got a date tonight. And you should go home."

"You're probably right," I said, rising from the chair and following her out the front door. She flipped the sign on the door to CLOSED.

I watched as Winette walked away confidently in heels higher than I'd dare to wear, her ample hips accentuated by a snugly fitting skirt. Mr. Sweet and the other men evidently had retreated into the air-conditioned barbershop.

I got into my car and backed away from the curb. But I didn't go home.

CHAPTER 3

After arriving at Di's trailer, I sat in a pink and green lawn chair on the deck that serves as her front porch, a small green awning providing a patch of shade. I had a key Di had given me in case she ever locked herself out. Truth was, I hadn't even checked to see if the door was locked. I would have felt kinda funny about going in without at least calling first, even though Diane Souther and I had been best friends for years.

I watched as a steady stream of Di's neighbors in Sunrise Mobile Village arrived home from work. Weary office types and blue-collar workers emerged from cars, many with young children in tow, presumably just collected from day care. I could hear the squeals and laughter of youngsters playing by the duck pond, which was obscured from my sight by a towering privet hedge badly in need of a trim. A chubby-faced girl wearing a pink gingham sundress hurried toward the entrance to the pond, trailed by an elderly woman toting a Wonder Bread bag, no doubt containing scraps of stale white bread to feed the ducks. Another young girl, who looked to be four or five, skipped past Di's place, pausing just long enough to give me a shy little wave.

Di swung her big old Buick onto the gravel parking pad she shares with her neighbor, Jake Robbins. She juggled a couple of grocery bags, flinging her strawberry-blond hair over her shoulder, as she stepped out of the car. We're both blondes, of sorts. Hers is of the strawberry variety, while mine is more a dishwater shade — or what my mama refers to as cocker spaniel blond.

"If you're trying to evade the police, you'd be safer sitting inside. Although I think even the cops would be smart enough to look for you here."

She handed me one of the bags and twisted a key in the lock. I followed Di, who stands several inches taller and weighs at least several pounds less than I do, into the open kitchen/dining/living area.

"I hope there's liquor in one of those bags," I said, dropping the bag on the counter and plopping myself into a faux-suede recliner. "This day's been one long turd."

"There's some rum in the cabinet and a bag of strawberries in the freezer," Di said. "If you want, I'll whip up some daiquiris in the blender."

This was by far the best offer I'd had all day. Di stood on tiptoe to reach the cabinet over the refrigerator. I wondered why people keep their liquor on a high shelf. Maybe the logic is if it's a little harder to reach, they'll drink less, although personally the extra effort just makes me thirstier.

The blender noisily mangling ice was a soothing sound.

Di, still in her mail carrier uniform, handed me a frozen concoction, then stretched out on the couch, her taut and tanned legs extending from Bermuda shorts, and took a sip of her own beverage.

"I heard that the Erdmans' house was infested with dead people."

"Yeah. As if the Erdmans weren't already spooky enough. Di, you know I rarely complain about paying clients. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I love my job, but ...," I said, my voice trailing off.

"Some clients are just going to be a horse's patootie, no matter what you do," she said.

"Usually even picky clients don't bother me. I know I'm helping them plan an occasion that's really important to them and they just want it to be right. I guess the thing is, I can almost always exceed even the most difficult clients' expectations. I take pride in that. The chances of my exceeding Mrs. Erdman's expectations are basically diddly-squat."

Di related how it had taken forever to finish her mail route, what with every busybody along the way talking about the murders.

"Are they positive it was murder?" she asked.

"Seems unlikely Darrell Farrell would just crawl inside a deep freezer and die."

"It has been awful hot," Di posited.

I explained how his brother, Duane, had been stuffed inside a big trash can and filled her in on other unpleasant details, including the barrage of phone calls at the office, Mr. Sweet once finding a dead woman in a bathtub, and Sheriff Dave questioning me for what seemed like hours on end.

Di perked up at the mention of Dave's name, then tried to shrug it off. She and the local lawman had been doing an awkward mating dance for the past year or so. If they'd actually consummated their obvious attraction, both had done a good job of keeping it mum.

"Somebody told me one of those Farrell boys worked at McKay Trucking. I suppose the sheriff questioned Larry Joe and your father-in-law about their dead employee?"

"He's probably already talked to Daddy Wayne, but Larry Joe's at a sales conference in Little Rock until tomorrow. I called to let him know what had happened as soon as Dave let me go. I knew Darrell Farrell worked at McKay's as a mechanic, but Larry Joe told me the younger brother, Duane, had also worked there in maintenance for like a year."

"I sure feel sorry for their mama," Di said. "Can't imagine what it's like to lose both your kids like that."

"Do you know her?"

"Just to speak to. Her name's Tonya. She works as a waitress at that place up on the highway, Rascal's Bar and Grill, which is more bar than grill."

Di and I drained the remains of our daiquiris with a noisy and nearly simultaneous slurp. I picked up the empty glasses and walked to the blender for refills.

"Oh, Lord," Di said. "I just remembered. Donna at the Quick Stop was telling me that Tonya Farrell won big just a couple days ago down in Tunica. Won something like ten or fifteen thousand dollars at one of the casinos. What a turn of luck she's had, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess she'll probably have to use her winnings for funeral expenses now."

After we had finished off a couple of blenders' worth of daiquiris liberally laced with rum, I decided to accept Di's offer to sleep on her sofa instead of driving home. Larry Joe was out of town until tomorrow, anyway.

I dreamed that I opened a deep freezer and hundreds of rats came scrambling out of it. I tried to run, but there was a huge gray snake wrapped around my legs, making it impossible to move. And the snake was whistling "Dixie."

I woke up with a cotton mouth and a throbbing head. Di had left me half a pot of coffee and a note saying to help myself to toast or cereal. After sucking down enough coffee to clear the cobwebs, I drove home and took two aspirin and a long hot shower.

I made it to my office a few minutes after nine and returned a couple of phone calls on my answering machine. Some fool had left a message asking if I knew of a deep freezer he could buy cheap.

(Continues…)


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Death Crashes the Party 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a great story! The author brings you right into the story as the characters come alive with legitimate everyday lives. She has Southern lifestyle down to a T, and a story line that is totally believable. Interactions among the characters are down to earth and real I'd love to attend the parties she has Liv McKay planning, even the Eardman's! Her ability to keep you guessing who did the crime is uncanny and I never once suspected the outcome. It is a page turner for sure and you probably shouldn't start if you don't have time to finish the story in short measure. I will be adding Liv and her adventures to my must read series list.
weluvdopey More than 1 year ago
This is a great book; this is the first book in the A Liv and Di In Dixie Mystery series by Vickie Fee. Liv McKay is a party planner in Dixie, Tennessee and has a knack for throwing southern style soirees. While planning a Moonshine and Magnolias bash for a high maintenance cliet, Liv inconveniently discovers a corpse in the freezer in her client’s garage. Now Liv and her friend Di are determined to put their sleuthing skills to work in finding the killer before something else happens. If you are looking for a great book, then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book in this great series! A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Death Crashes the Party by Vickie Fee is the first book in A Liv and Di in Dixie Mystery series. Olivia “Liv” McKay owns and runs Liv 4 Fun, a party planning business in Dixie, Tennessee. Liv is married to Larry Joe McKay who runs McKay Trucking with his father. Her best friend (and partner in crime) is Diana “Di” Souther. Di is the postal carrier for the town. Liv is busy planning an anniversary party for the Erdman’s who want conflicting themes. Liv ends up coming up with Moonshine and Magnolias (the husband wants redneck and the wife wants classy). While checking the freezer in the Erdman’s garage to see if it will hold the ice sculpture (Mrs. Erdman’s request), Liv finds a dead body. She jumps back, trips over a green trash can, knocks it over and finds another body. They turn out to be Duane and Darrell Farrell. They worked at McKay Trucking. Determined to clear McKay Trucking and the McKay name (since her husband and father-in-law are the prime suspects), Liv (with the help of Di) sets out to find the killer. Their methods are not very ethical (actually they are against the law), but they feel the results are worth it. Can Liv solve the murders and plan a party at the same time? Will Di and Liv be able to stay out of jail? I found Death Crashes the Party to be easy to read. The mystery was good (there were some twists thrown in), but it was figuring out the killer that was a cinch. I found Death Crashes the Party to be a little superficial. It was lacking depth (and details). We did not get a lot of information on the characters. I also wish the murder had not happened right at the beginning. It needed a little more lead in before the crime (it makes for a long book). There is too much foul language in the book (especially for a cozy mystery). I do not think the foul language was needed. I give Death Crashes the Party 3 out of 5 stars. An interesting start to a new series. I will read the next book in the series to see if it improves. I received a complimentary copy of Death Crashes the Party from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous 8 months ago
I really enjoyed the story. Couldn't put it down! Can't wait for more?!!
CozyMarie More than 1 year ago
Vickie Fee is an author I found through Facebook. Her Facebook posts were so funny, I knew I just had to read the book and was sure it would be equally as entertaining. I wasn’t disappointed. Liv and Di provide a real-life Lucy and Ethel charm and you can’t help but get caught up in their antics.
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
This Debut Doesn’t Crash at All Who doesn’t love a good party? A chance to hang out with friends and have fun? I’m in. Of course, in a cozy mystery series that means there has to be a dead body or two involved, and that’s what happens in Death Crashes the Party, the first Liv and Di in Dixie mystery from Vickie Fee. As the book opens, party planner Liv McKay is having another disastrous meetings with some difficult clients. They are planning a 40th Anniversary party incorporating two very different themes, and Liv is struggling to make them both work. When the trio go to the garage to double check on freezer space, they find a dead man in the freezer. When the husband backs up in surprise, he bumps a garbage can and a second dead body spills out. The dead men are brothers, both of whom worked for Liv’s husband and father-in-law at McKay Trucking. With rumors and the police circling the company, Liv and her best friend Di Souther attempt to find the truth. But their investigation uncovers secrets that hit close to home. What is going on? Based on the cozies I’ve read in the past, I thought I knew what to expect from the setup of this book, but I was pleasantly surprised. While Liv and Di are best friends, they don’t actually work together. Also, they are in their mid-30’s, with Liv being happily married. These may be little twists on a cozy series set up, but I appreciated it. Having said that, I did feel the beginning of the book could have been a bit smoother. We didn’t always get explanations of people mentioned and their relationships as Liv was talking to various people. However, it didn’t take me too long to fully grasp the relationships between the characters. And what great characters they are. This may be a first book, but we’ve already got a strong set of characters that surround Liv and Di. I can easily see they will be entertaining me for a long time to come. Liv is our viewpoint character, so it’s not surprise that these characters are closest to her, but I can see that changing as the series continues. I especially enjoyed Liv’s relationship with her husband, Larry Joe. While the two do have some issues as the book goes along, they obviously deeply love each other. I was a bit concerned early on when it appeared that Liv was taking a bit of a hands off approach to the mystery, mainly learning about things second hand. But my fears were quickly put to rest. When Liv realizes just what might be at stake, she begins to be a much more active detective, unearthing some surprises along the way to the logical climax. I also appreciated some of the consequences of her actions. Once Liv fully jumped into the case, I didn’t want to put the book down. And there’s a bit of humor in this book, mostly from some of the characters we meet along the way. I got some great grins and laughs as the book went along. Liv actually hosts two parties in this book, and we get party planning tips based on both of them at the back of this book. I’m wishing I had traveled to Dixie, Tennessee, sooner. Now that I have via Death Crashes the Party, you can bet I will be planning a return trip.
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
This is a great new series. This is the first book in the series "A Liv and Di in Dixie Mystery". Liv and Di are best friends living in Dixie Tennessee and they are a force to be reckoned with. This was a fun, interesting mystery with just enough twists to keep me guessing. Liv McKay owns Liv 4 Fun, a party planning business in Dixie Tennessee. Di, her best friend is a postal worker. They are more like sisters as they share everything with one another and give each other as good as she gets back. They are always there for one another and both plunge in to trouble withour a thought. Liv is married to Larry Joe, who owns McKay trucking with his father, Daddy Wayne. Di is dating the sherrif, Dave. IN this story Liv is busy planning an anniversary party for the Erdmans. When she checks out the freezer in the garage to store an ice sculpture, she finds a dead body and while falling back, stumbles over a second body in the garbage can. Of course she can't just let this be. The rumour is that perhaps the fact that the brothers worked for her husband means he might be involved has her hopping. When Daddy Wayne is brought in for questioning after drugs are found in one of his trucks, she ramps up her nosing around. Di is right there with her, although she is a little more cautious and often advises Liv to talk to Dave. Suffice it to say, they end up putting themselves in danger, but only the next book will tell if this causes them to slow down in their crime investigating. All the characters in this book were well written. Their personalities were shown and they were all just a bit quirky, living in this small Southern town. The relationships were real and you could identify with the frustrations of Liv and Di as well as understand their enthusiasm for "helping" to solve the case. The end of the book includes tips for throwing a party based on the ones described in the story. I definitely want to read the next on in this wonderful series. I recommend this book to any cozy mystery lover who likes a little fun in their read. The publisher generously provided me with a copy of this book via Netgalley.
bwilhoite More than 1 year ago
I get excited finding books set in my home state of Michigan but in this case the author is from Michigan. I wanted to support this author. I really liked this cozy and it had some differences in it where some seem to be similar. In this case the main character is married. That's a first for me with a cozy. Vicki Fee did really good writing a novel set in the south. I would never guess she lives in MI!
Cynthia181 More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful cozy mystery. The is the first book I have read from Vickie Fee and I enjoyed it. Liv McKay runs a party planning business and is helping her clients set up the final requirements that they want for their 40th Anniversary party and they were going out to check on the size of their freezer for the ice sculpture and find a dead body and then find a 2nd one in the garbage can in the same garage. The intrigue just get better from there. From other dead bodies, hurt professors, overworked police dept. And way to many people who may have done it. I would recommend this book to anybody who loves a little mystery and intrique,
psoccermom More than 1 year ago
This book is a great start to a new series. It is set in a little town called Dixie in Tennessee. Love the down home small town feel. You start out getting to know Liv who is the owner of Liv 4 Fun a party planning business. She is getting ready for Mr and Mrs Erdman's 40th wedding anniversary party where she has Mrs Erdman wanting elegant southern charm and Mr Erdman wanting men dressed as bootleggers with moonshine. Yes, you guessed it Liv has her hands full with this party. One of the must have decorations for Mrs Erdman are ice sculptures. So she bought a freezer to put them in prior to the party. They went to check on the size when they found two dead bodies, one on ice and the other in a garbage bag. This is only the start of Liv's bad luck. The police find a connection to her father in laws trucking company, McKay's trucking. This puts everyone on edge and things go down hill from there. Liv and her friend Di are on a mission to find the real killer or killers and save McKay's trucking. Will they be able to save themselves from trouble should be the real question??? These characters in Dixie are a hoot. I loved the southern charm and close knit family ties. Loved the humor along the way too. At times I was laughing out loud. The story line was well written and kept a steady pace. I really liked the fact that Liv was married. Not many cozies have a main character who is married and I loved how they interacted. The author brought out the close knit southern family, can't beat it. The characters were all great. Can't wait to get to know them better as the series progresses. I received this book from NetGalley for an honest review.
ArizonaJo More than 1 year ago
Death Crashes the Party by Vickie Fee is the first in a new cozy mystery series set in a small southern town. All in all it was an enjoyable and easy read for me. The main characters are being well developed in this first book and the secondary characters are supportive of the story line. For a change of pace, one of the main characters, Liv McKay, is happily married and her best friend, Di, is secretly dating the local sheriff. The plot moved smoothly but slowly sometimes and the mystery had enough genuine clues and red herrings to keep me guessing. It was nice to see Liv and Di working with the local police some of the time as well as the usual snooping found in cozy mysteries. Don't get me wrong about the snooping, I do love it and it usually provides the best clues to ferret out the murderer; but it's nice to read about a police department that is open to receiving helpful information from a citizen. I was given an ARC via NetGalley from Kensington in exchange for an honest review.
LisaKsBooksReviews More than 1 year ago
Author Vickie Fee wasted no time in getting DEATH CRASHES THE PARTY off to an exciting start! While turning many colorful phrases, Ms. Fee introduces us to Liv McKay and her friend Di Souther, as well as a delightfully fun cast of supporting characters. As I mentioned above, this book beginning with an exciting start that throws the reader right into the story and takes us on a mysterious ride packed with intrigue, questions, and suspects! And all of this leads to an ending that I never would have guessed. Vickie Fee is a strong, talented writer who knows how to capture her readers quickly, entertain us thoroughly, and leave us wanting more. I know I sure do. I’m looking forward to watching this series grow. If you’re looking to start a new series, grab a copy of DEATH CRASHES THE PARTY, and join the party in the Liv and Di Mystery series. Check out the back of the book for tips on hosting a Moonshine and Magnolias party, and an excerpt from, IT’S YOUR PARTY, DIE IF YOU WANT TO, book two in this great new series!
CozyMysteryLover1 More than 1 year ago
As a first in a new series, I was blown away with the story line. I found this book to be charming, clever and witty. It deserves a 5 star rating! Liv McKay owns Liv 4 Fun, a part planning business in Dixie Tennessee. She is married to Larry Joe, who is in business with his father, they own McKay trucking. Liv's best friend Dixie is a postal carrier and she is a great character in this story. Liv is busy planning the 40th anniversary for Mr. & Mrs. Erdman and the party plans are finally getting ironed out. Mrs. Erdman has some firm ideas on how she wants her party to be and you will surely be laughing at the crazy ideas she has. Of course things cannot always run smoothly, so when Liv encounters a dead body all bets are off and she finds herself knee deep in trouble. In my opinion, all the characters were great and their personalities are well thought out and quirky. When I find myself so wrapped up in a book that I am laughing, snorting and yelling at the characters, then I know the book is first rate. I look forward to reading more in this fantastic series! I received an ARC from NetGalley.com in exchange for my fair and honest review.