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Warner was too stunned to think clearly. He stumbled out of the bathroom in a frantic effort to reach his cell phone. His heart was pounding and his hands shook as he tried to dial 911.
"Come on, come on," he coaxed.
The call wouldn't go through. Why the hell was it so hard to get service in East Hampton?
He hurled his phone on the bed in frustration and ran out of the room. Warner knew he was in a race against time. He was about to make a left to try the landline in the maid's room when he heard the back door slam in the kitchen right below him. He paused and cocked his ear, his heart thumping wildly. Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the back stairs.
Shit. He's coming.
Warner changed tack and raced quickly down the hall towards the master suites. He made a left into Eleanor's room and his eyes searched frantically for a phone extension, before zeroing in on a portable phone on the desk. He grabbed the receiver and moved into bathroom, crouching down next to the toilet. His entire body was shivering with terror. He couldn't believe this was happening; couldn't believe what he had just witnessed.
The cold tiles felt like ice against his feet and his wet hands shook so violently that it was an effort to even punch the numbers. Warner only managed to press 9 before he sensed a presence at the door.
He glanced up in fear, raising his hands in an ineffective gesture of protection, calling out "No!" just before a massive blow landed on his head.
Then it all faded away.
East Hampton has come back to life; there is no doubt about it, thought Antonia Bingham with excitement, as she maneuvered her blue Saab out of the Main Beach parking lot. The morning sky was a palette of milky pastels. Soft shades of baby blue, faded pink and a blush of pale yellow smeared into each other like a child's water color painting that has been held up before it could dry. It made Antonia recall one of the first things someone had told her about East Hampton: the American impressionists had chosen it as their place of work and residence because the light so closely resembled that of Giverny, its European counterpart. Here, nature's sparkling hues came to life, shimmering and essential. The winter had been frigid — replete with temperatures hovering near freezing, gusty winds, and icy sleet. But now it was a distant memory, replaced by spring's burgeoning foliage blossoming on the trees. When she made the left onto Lily Pond Lane, Antonia was thrilled to see the bright yellow forsythia bushes blooming, speckling the landscape with much needed color. In a few more weeks the hedges would thicken, gradually making it more and more difficult to peek into the multimillion dollar properties that lined this notable road.
On this early morning, the still-bare branches of the sycamore trees waggled in the breeze and few people were out. That was to be expected on a Tuesday in mid-May. Most of the residents in this part of town ("South of the Highway") used their houses primarily in the summer or on weekends. Their six-to-eight-to-ten bedroom "cottages" were in fact second homes that were occupied less than half the year. Antonia didn't live in this neighborhood. She owned the historic Windmill Inn on Main Street across from the cemetery, and inhabited the cozy ground-floor apartment in the back. She actually preferred her location; there was something thrilling about being in the center of what was arguably the most picturesque village in the United States. Her street was dappled with historic windmills, lovingly restored century-old houses, small — mostly one-story — meticulously maintained storefronts, and two equally distinguished yet stylistically divergent churches — the regal stone Episcopalian with its traditional English gothic architecture and the white clapboard Presbyterian church whose spire loomed high above the treetops. In the center of the village green was a sparkling pond that permanently hosted a family of swans. Antonia loved the small town familiarity of her neighborhood and had grown accustomed to the everyday busy hum of people driving by on their way to and from work. This leafy enclave was the destination of power players in the summer, but in the off-season it was merely a quaint historic town where people led normal working lives with the occasional celebrity spotting.
This morning Antonia had just completed her morning walk along the beach. When she had moved to East Hampton roughly a year and a half ago, she promised herself to make it a daily ritual to do so every morning, and it was a definite challenge for her to force herself outside on colder days. At least it had been until she met him — but Antonia quickly erased that thought from her head. She couldn't think about her friend from the beach. It was a waste of time. A stupid fantasy.
She drove by a distinguished-looking older man walking a red-leashed Wheaten Terrier and waved. He gave her a nod and a look as if he were trying to place her before she sped by. Antonia passed him each morning but didn't know his name. At this time of year, she'd wave to everyone she saw, as the population dwindled in the absence of the summer people. But when the season commenced and the second homeowners and tourists poured in, waving at strangers on the road was no longer the norm. Everybody was rushing about, determined to get in their share of beach time, tennis, golf, biking or whatever was their fancy, and waving to strangers was not part of the plan. That didn't matter to Antonia; she still did it anyway. She refused to be "pocket friendly" as her mother would say, which was her funny way of describing the act of putting kindness deep in your back pocket rather than on your face.
In addition to owning the inn and serving as chef for its well-reviewed restaurant, Antonia also moonlighted as a 'caretaker' of sorts for two sprawling houses in East Hampton. Business could be slow at the inn during the off-season and she had enthusiastically embraced the opportunity to supplement her income. She also didn't mind looking after houses; the work was fairly easy. Her role was to visit each house once or twice a week and confirm that nothing was amiss. And it was always a pleasure to have a reason to visit this part of town, with the beautiful houses that mostly stood empty.
Despite the absence of cars on the road, Antonia clicked on her right blinker to turn into the Mastersons' gravel driveway. She was surprised to see that Warner Caruthers's BMW SUV was still parked in the driveway. Warner, a friend of the Mastersons' son Luke, was staying at their house while he filmed a documentary about the Hamptons. He was supposed to have left by now. He had even called her the previous evening to ask her what he should do with the keys, and she told him to leave them on the counter next to the telephone.
Hmmm, Antonia wondered. Why is he still here?
Antonia turned off the ignition and glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror as she applied some lipgloss. Big blue eyes reflected back at her. Her cheeks were flushed from the beach wind; red and rosy. If she were to analyze her looks, Antonia had always believed that a first, quick glance of her produced the best impression. She had glossy black hair (inherited from her Italian-American mother), creamy white skin (from her English father) and plump red lips. There was something youthful about her appearance, despite her thirty-five years. It was only when one took a further look that the cracks appeared. Lines were marching across her face, particularly on her forehead. Her nose did not produce the best profile. And she was a good fifteen pounds overweight, (okay, twenty) which she carried primarily in her mid-section, the part of her body that she ironically referred to as 'the bread belt'.
It is what it is, Antonia always told herself. She snapped her lip-gloss shut and exited the car. Time to find out why Warner hadn't left.
The Mastersons' house never failed to take her breath away. The mega-cottage had been built a hundred years ago, and was fitted with the standard design elements that were fashionable at that time — shingled façade, gambrel roof, wraparound terrace, multiple chimneys and functional shutters — features that have been heavily imitated along the Hamptons coastline in recent years. Situated one leafy road from the beach and enclosed by a weathered split-rail fence, the house glowed in the vibrant reflection of the well-manicured landscape that surrounded it. It was so lovely, and exactly the sort of architecture that appealed to Antonia. She was originally from Southern California, the land of schizophrenic structures and oversized eyesores. But it had never felt like home to her. So, at a particularly low point in Antonia's life when her friend Genevieve announced she was quitting acting and leaving L.A. to return East to the place where she had spent her childhood summers, Antonia decided to make a radical change and follow suit. It had paid off; she adored the place. Sure, it had been a little bumpy in the beginning, well, a lot bumpy with a homicidal bookkeeper who wanted kill her in order to take over the Windmill Inn, but that was in the past, thankfully.
When Antonia closed her car door there was movement in the side yard that caught her attention. Turning to her right, she scanned the grounds. She didn't see anything out of the norm. Perhaps it had been a deer. The town was now overrun by these brazen beasts who seemed determined to chew up everyone's landscaping.
After unlocking the back door to the house, Antonia stepped into the immaculate kitchen that was equipped with every possible appliance.
"Warner?" asked Antonia into the empty room.
The hum of the refrigerator was the only response.
Antonia flicked the lights on and looked around appraisingly. The room was spotless, as usual. Per Antonia's recommendation, the Mastersons employed two of the same cleaners that Antonia used at the inn: Angela and Rosita Diaz. Not only were they excellent housekeepers, they were also excellent people. Antonia's bond was greater with Rosita because they both shared an unfortunate marital history: they had kicked violent ex-husbands to the curb and survived. But that was part of the past that Antonia tried not to dwell on.
There was no sign of Warner in the kitchen or the mudroom.
"Warner? Are you here?" asked Antonia into the emptiness, knowing that she was talking to herself. "Are you sleeping?" Antonia had met him only on two brief occasions when he stopped by the Windmill Inn, and found him to be charismatic and charming. A tall, slight young man with a mop of strawberry blonde hair, an aquiline nose and thin lips, he possessed the same optimistic exuberance and naïve arrogance that she had found in most twenty-somethings fresh out of college.
With a sigh, Antonia hastily walked through the pantry towards the dining room. She stopped and abruptly retraced her steps. A white paper bag perched on the edge of the counter near the bar had caught her eye. She carefully opened it and found a cold untouched slice of sausage pizza.
"Interesting breakfast," murmured Antonia.
Unless it was a discarded dinner? In any event, it meant that Warner was still around. She was a little dismayed that he had breached his agreement with the Mastersons and overstayed his welcome.
She did a hasty sweep of the living room and dining room, which revealed nothing out of the norm. There was a tacit understanding between the Mastersons and Warner that he would not use the formal rooms on the ground floor or the family's bedrooms upstairs. As far as she knew, he had adhered to this agreement. She wondered why he hadn't adhered to the plan to be gone by yesterday.
Antonia stopped short at the foot of the grand front hall staircase. Her palm gripped the edge of the mahogany banister and instantly felt clammy. She wasn't sure why, but something gave her pause. She glanced around. The grandfather clock ticked softly. Its pendulum was the only movement in the room. Her eyes moved to the front door but she could see it was still locked. The outside lights were off. Shaking her head, Antonia continued up the carpeted front staircase to the second floor.
A clicking noise sounded. Startled, Antonia whipped around.
"Hello?" she asked.
She was met by silence. Then just as suddenly, a burst of hot air rushed forth from the vent above her. Antonia smiled. It was only the heating. The temperature was always set to maintain 60 degrees.
At the top of the stairs, Antonia took a left towards the guest quarters. If Warner were asleep, she would rouse him and send him on his merry way.
There was a hall door between the guest quarters and the family's bedrooms. It was closed, which was unusual. Joan Masterson liked to keep the doors open for air circulation. The door was somewhat warped from the sea air, so Antonia had to bang it on top to loosen it before turning the door handle. If he hadn't been awake before, he would be now, Antonia mused.
"Warner, it's Antonia."
She didn't want to surprise him. She glanced right into a maid's room and bathroom and confirmed that they were untouched. She made a left to enter the room Warner was staying in.
"Yoo hoo?" Antonia asked.
The bed was made, and with such precision that Antonia guessed Warner hadn't slept on it since the cleaners were here yesterday. She'd be very surprised if he could make a bed as well as Rosita. Antonia glanced left and noticed a black monogrammed duffel bag propped against the wall on the floor. It was unzipped, revealing a jumble of wrinkled and discarded shirts and pants.
Resting on the desk was an open folder. Antonia cocked her head to glimpse at it (a little peek never hurt anyone.) One side of the folder was stuffed with loose notes, pages ripped out of a white spiral notebook and scrawled mostly in a black ballpoint pen. On the other side was a typed cover sheet that stated in over-sized font: Too Rich To Behave: a documentary by Warner Caruthers (with Hayes Rutherford). Tantalizing title, thought Antonia. She wondered what it was about.
She left the guest quarters and made the long walk down the narrow hallway, past the framed family portraits, to check on the bedrooms.
"Warner?" Antonia asked.
But there was no response.
Antonia glanced into the bedroom that belonged to Eleanor, the youngest Masterson child, and at once felt something didn't seem right. Her eyes flitted past the king-sized bed to the lacquer desk that held a computer and a telephone. When she found nothing amiss, she glanced at the skirted vanity. Poised atop were the usual knickknacks: various makeup bottles; monogrammed jewelry boxes in varying sizes; an old watch in a ceramic dish alongside a Tiffany china piggy bank. Antonia wasn't quite sure what was giving her pause.
She ventured a step into the room and turned to face the back wall. She glanced around again; the bookshelves gave no indication of tampering. Everything in the room was the same as it always was. That is, until Antonia looked down at the pink carpet. Bingo. In the thick fluffy surface, there were impressions — footprints.
Warner's? Antonia wondered. What was he doing in here, when he was specifically told not to use the master suites? But then who else? Rosita, who was responsible for cleaning upstairs, was very particular about marks in the carpet. She would leave no trace of her existence after she vacuumed, in essence, vacuuming herself out of the room. Antonia's eyes followed the footprints to the door of Eleanor's bathroom, which was closed.
That was odd.
Antonia walked to the door and hesitated.
"Warner?" she demanded.
She was met by silence.
Antonia hesitated before turning the handle. She watched the brass knob twist, as if in slow motion. She pressed open the door cautiously, tentative of what she might find behind. Her eyes first met the rack of yellow towels hanging on the wall. Eleanor's initials were embroidered into them in a swirling white font. Antonia pushed the door open further and caught her own reflection in the mirror. She stared at herself before pressing on the door until the toilet was revealed, then the shower, and finally the bathtub.
It was there that she saw him.
Excerpted from "Death On Lily Pond Lane"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
As this is the second book in the series, I like that I didn't have to have read the first book to get an understanding of most of the characters. Carrie Doyle does a good job of providing character backgrounds and painting a picture of the Hamptons, in particular Antonia's Windmill Inn. She gives enough information so that I was able to figure out the killer's identity. Since Antonia is a chef it would have been a nice bonus to have at least one of her recipes at the end. All in all, Death on Lily Pond Lane is a light pleasant read and I will probably go back and read the first book when I get a chance. I was given a copy of this book by the author and I am voluntarily offering my own honest opinion about the book.
Death on Lily Pond Lane by Carrie Doyle was one of my favorite books to read and review. I have seen her books at the library and never picked them up, for whatever reason. Had I known that they would have been this entertaining, I would have grabbed one long ago. Antonia is my favorite character in the book, and I am hoping that she has a presence in Doyle’s other books as well. Her almost prudish outlook on dating and relationships is what keeps her from jumping in with both feet. But when she does take a chance, she automatically jumps to the wrong conclusions and potentially risks losing a good thing in her life. Also, Antonia’s secret crush on a celebrity who lives in town makes her swoon and, I think, keeps her from seeing anyone else as potential dating material. The book is a quick read, for those of you who like small town mysteries. It flows from one scenario to the next, and keeps you wanting to read more with each turn of the page. I will definitely be going to hunt down her previous book, and anxiously awaiting the next installment in the Hampton’s Murder Mystery series. I received this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. I hope this has helped.
Another great adventure with Toni and her friend-made family. I'm liking the characters more and more each book. Still a little over done on what seems like unnecessary descriptions but at this point it adds to the charm of the story. I love how different this mystery and reveal was from the first so it's clear to see Carrie Doyle has a great imagination and knows how to keep you reading and guessing until the end. I'm looking forward to reading more in this series.
In the very entertaining Death on Lily Pond Lane, Antonia discovers the body of a young man who was in East Hampton to make a documentary film (really an expose) of the rich and famous on the island. Since she found the body in a house where she was serving as a caretaker, Antonia is determined to find out just what happened to Warner, and who he made angry with his documentary. There are plenty of suspects (this is East Hampton, you know), and Antonia comes up with several candidates and ruffles a few feathers. Death on Lily Pond Lane is a real page-turner: it's fast moving, full of twists, mysterious characters and threats to Antonia, while delving more deeply into the relationships between Antonia and her friend Joseph Fowler, as well as her exuberant friend Genevieve, who both help her with her investigation. Joseph is especially endearing and supportive, and also serves as a father-figure for Antonia. This book is just as enjoyable as Carrie Doyle's first book, Death on Windmill Way, and I liked seeing Antonia come into her own as she finds herself more able to leave her troubled past behind, while making a big success of her Windmill Inn and Restaurant. There are several nail-biting moments in this story, especially toward the end, which came as a compete surprise to me. Death on Lily Pond Lane also has wonderful descriptions of East Hampton; the off-season versus the Summer season, the homes, the shops, and even has the potential of Antonia finding a little romance. I would love to be a guest at the Windmill Inn, and I wish the book had recipes, because the dishes that Antonia comes up with in the book are original and mouthwatering. I highly recommend this book, which can either be read as a standalone, as background is provided from the first book, but you really would be missing out by not reading Murder on Windmill Way. I voluntarily received a copy of this book, and all thoughts and opinions on it are my own.
Fun mystery set in the Hamptons. Antonia runs an inn in the Hamptons and the season is just ramping up. So of course she encounters a dead body while doing her second job, checking people's Summer homes to make certain they are in good shape. Antonia is a bit of a busybody (as most prime characters in cozy mysteries are otherwise there would not be much of a story :) ) but she is a sweet and fun character to see through the eyes of. She is flawed and a bit broken which just makes her more lovable. She is also in love with a married man. Into her life comes another man, a chef like herself. He is charming and handsome and they hit it off. Antonia's love of carbs is near and dear to my heart and her desire to solve the puzzle that is this murder is understandable. She doesn't necessarily trust the police to do their job for personal reasons of her own. I will be looking for the first book in the series.
This is the second visit to the Hamptons murder series and I must say a much improved visit! The first visit left me wondering if I liked the characters, but felt the series had potential. I'm so glad I stuck with it. This installment left me feeling that the series was much improved as the characters seemed to have more depth. The main character, Antonia, an Inn owner and self-proclaimed Chef, stayed a bit more true to the premise of intelligent, curious, truth seeking and competent. We also see her branch out in her personal life and that was a welcome addition. I'm still a feeling a bit off as the star struck friendship and blossoming feelings she has for a married celebrity don't excite me, but it is a realistic storyline that keeps the character based in reality. I also like that the main character is not cast as a regal beauty, but as a pretty and normal sized woman battling the normal issues such as weight that all normal women battle. The narcissistic, self-centered, needy, desperate best friend is improved as she actually shows an interest in the main character's life and happiness. This is a major improvement over the first book and the character develops to the point of taking an active role in actually helping Antonia investigate. I'm actually looking forward to the best friend's character taking even further steps in the next book in the series and seeing how she further fleshes out. The mystery in this book was quite interesting and had a long list of potential suspects. I enjoyed the twists and turns the were layered into the storyline. All in all, if you are looking for an interesting story set in the Hampton's, then I would definitely give this book a try. While it could be read as a stand alone story, I did like how the book built upon the foundation the first book laid so I would recommend reading the entire series. The only disclaimer I want to toss out there is if you start with the first book, make sure you follow up with the second as it is much better! I'm looking forward to the next book in the series very much so I have to give this author props as she has hooked me. If nothing else, I'm invested to see how the characters flesh out, but she also writes a decent mystery that keeps you entertained!
I really enjoyed this book! It got me hooked right away and I had to find out how it was going to end. I have not read the first book in the series, but I liked this one so much that I will have to look for it. I wasn't lost at all by not reading the first book. And the end of the book definitely has a teaser so I will have to be on the lookout for the next in the series. Antonia and Joseph have a very nice relationship. And Antonia is lucky to have a friend like Genevieve. They were fun to read about. The only thing that would have made the book better would have been recipes for some of the muffins Antonia and Sam made. Roasted Pepper and Feta? Bacon and Fig? They sound very interesting. Thanks for the entertainment!
Death on Lily Pond Lane by Carrie Doyle catches you right from the start. This is the second book in A Hamptons Murder Mystery series, but is a stand-alone book and it doesn’t disappoint. Carrie Doyle does an excellent job of creating vivid, descriptive scenes that place you in the middle of the action and storyline. The characters are well developed and interesting as well as believable. The premise of the story is intriguing and has you second-guessing yourself, each character, and everyone’s motives. Plus there are other storylines occurring in the book, which keep you wondering what will happen next. The story is mixed in with some humor and descriptions of some yummy sounding food. Carrie Doyle also gives you a little peak into "the Hamptons" and what it's like during on and off seasons. This is my first time reading Carrie Doyle and A Hamptons Murder Mystery book and I am looking forward to reading more of her work. I willingly provided an honest review after receiving a copy of this book.
I really enjoyed this book! Death on Lily Pond Lane is the second book in the Hamptons Murder Mystery series by author Carrie Doyle, the first being Death on Windmill Way, but it definitely can be read as a standalone book. The characters and mystery were well-written and well-developed, and I had a hard time putting it down, especially towards the end. Antonia Bright is the proprietor and chef at an inn in The Hamptons, and is described as a modern day Miss Marple. As an Agatha Christie fan myself, I can see the reason for the comparison - she's very clever, patient, and is able to work through the mystery until she finally solves whodunnit. The story wrapped up well, yet there were hints at series continuation with (hopefully!) the next book. All in all, a wonderful cozy mystery which I highly recommend. A+ @carrieanndoylek
Having grown up on the East Coast and being a Cozy mystery lover, this series was a home run for me! Antonia Bingham is the Inn Keeper and Chef of the Windmill Inn in the Hamptons. To help in the off season she keeps an eye on several Summer homes for the locals and manages to stumble upon the body of a houseguest in one of those homes. As if taking care of her guests at the Inn and running the restaurant aren't enough to keep her busy now Antonia finds herself trying to figure out whether the dead houseguest met his fate through a terrible accident or was murdered. Toss in a two hot men that capture Antonia's interest in two very different ways and you've got yourself a page turner that makes it hard to put down. The story keeps a good pace and I particularly like Antonia's back story and the woman she has become as a result of the hand life dealt her before arrive in the Hamptons. She's a strong and fiercely independent woman that is easy to relate to. Can't to read the book in this series and will preorder the second when it is available.
DEATH ON LILY POND LANE is an enjoyable book. With quirky characters and an interesting mystery, the story kept me guessing until the end. I found Doyle's storytelling to be more engaging in this book than the first one and, although this installment stands alone just fine, there are spoilers present for those who intend to read the whole series. Disclosure: I won a free copy of this book in a giveaway.
Title: Death on Lily Pond Lane - Hampton Murder Mysteries Book 2 Author: Carrie Doyle Published: 9-16-2016 Publisher: Dunemere Books Pages: 308 Genre: Mysteries, Thrillers & Suspense Sub Genre: Women Sleuths; Cozy Mysteries; Amateur Sleuths ISBN: 13: 9780997270150 ASIN: B01J28570I Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Rating: 4.25 Stars I received a copy of "Death on Lily Pond" Lane from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for my honest review. Tourist Season has ended and Antonia Bingham has taken on a secondary job in addition to her own as owner and chef of Windmill Inn and Restaurant, that is of caretaker for some of the mansions set around the exclusive East Hampton area. It is in the that our modern day Miss Marple finds the body of house guest, Warner Caruthers, in the daughter's bath. Fearing a scandal for the family and believing Warner's death an accident removes a little piece of evidence only to find out it was murder. With her history with the police Antonia (her abusive ex-husband was a cop who was responsible for her father's death) is not trusting of any police official. She begins her own investigation into the death. This is the second book, but it can be easily read as a stand alone. It covers events from the first book so that readers are not left hanging or confused. There are some delightful characters in the series. Antonia is starting to evolve into a romantic social life as she begins to heal her emotional pain and beaten down self confidence. I found the plot interesting and flows smoothly scene to scene. A delightful series that I hope to read more of in the future. I gave Death on Lily Pond Lane a 4.25 out of 5 stars. I hope you found this review helpful and enjoy this cozy as much as I did.
a mystery filled with twists and turns DEATH ON LILY POND LANE by Carrie Doyle The Second Hamptons Murder Mystery It's the off season in the Hamptons and Antonia Bingham has taken on extra work looking after a few estates while the owners are away. At one of her stops Antonia is surprised to discover the car of a house guest who was supposed to have already left town. She is even more surprised to find his dead body in the bathtub! In an attempt to protect the homeowners and thinking the death is a tragic accident, Antonia removes what may be a vital piece of evidence. However, the victim had been making high powered enemies by filming a documentary expose. Could his death actually be murder? I thought for sure I knew a vital clue and was giving Antonia withering glances from my side of the book for not realizing it. I eventually discovered that I was hasty in my deductions. The object was a clue, but it wasn't what I thought it was. In fact, there were several other times that Carrie Doyle led me down paths and I willingly followed, fully believing I was correct, changing my mind a few times as I then followed new paths laid out for me. Carrie Doyle challenged me in this book, not only by the false trails left for me, but Antonia's attitude on certain subjects, and Genevieve's whole persona. DEATH ON LILY POND LANE is a mystery filled with twists and turns, relationship conundrums, and an intriguing look at those who reside in the exclusive enclave known as the Hamptons. FTC Disclosure – The publisher sent me a copy of this book in the hopes I would review it.
There have been many series that I’ve read where the second book isn’t as wonderful as the first. This is not the case with the second installment in the Hamptons Murder Mysteries. I think I may have liked this one a little bit better than the first one (which I really enjoyed), mainly because we get to learn even more about the characters, as well as more gorgeous descriptions of the Hamptons, and Antonia’s Inn and restaurant. And speaking of characters, I really like Antonia and Joseph’s relationship. He may not be able to get around very easily, but his research skills are the perfect balance to Antonia’s detecting skills. And as I mentioned in my review for Death on Windmill Way (click here to read), I am so happy that the love interest isn’t a police officer, it’s just so overdone. In book two, we get to see some more advancements in Antonia’s love life, and I’m really liking the direction it may be going. The mystery in this one had me guessing until towards the end, which is always fun. And the fast action that took place once the killer was found out, really had me reading quickly so I could find out what would happen next. I am very much looking forward to the next book in the series.
Death on Lily Pond Lane by Carrie Doyle is the second book in A Hamptons Murder Mystery series. Antonia Bingham owns the Windmill Inn in East Hampton where she is also the head chef. During the off season, she is the caretaker to two properties (while their owners are at their primary residences). Antonia is checking on the Mastersons’ property. Warner Caruthers, a friend of Luke Masterson, had been staying in the guest quarters, but he was supposed to have departed the previous day. Antonia searches the house for Warner and finds him in Eleanor’s bathroom (one of the Mastersons’ daughters). He is dead in the bathtub. Antonia calls the police and then quickly hides something from the bathroom. Antonia’s nosiness and dislike of police officers leads her to investigate his death. It turns out that Warner was doing a documentary that portrayed the wealthy town residents in a bad light (and they do not appreciate Antonia’s sticking her nose into their business). Can Antonia find the culprit before the killer finds her? Death on Lily Pond Lane was a snooze fest. I found the book to be boring. The book only has 308 pages, but it felt twice the length. The mystery was basic (predictable). I was able to identify the killer very early in the book (before I was quarter of the way through the story). This is the second book in A Hamptons Murder Mystery series, but Death on Lily Pond Lane can be read alone. The case from the first book is mentioned more than once during the course of the novel as well as why Antonia relocated to East Hampton. Actually, many things are replicated throughout the book. The reader is subjected to the details of Antonia’s failed marriage many times (she is divorced from a cop that abused her and caused the death of her father). I give Death on Lily Pond Lane 2 out of 5 stars. I just felt it was too simple. It was like the author used a cozy mystery checklist when writing (to make sure the book had the required elements). I also did not like the main character very much or her flighty best friend. Antonia puts herself down especially about her appearance and it is off-putting. I wanted to like Death on Lily Pond Lane, but it was just not the right book for me.