It’s June in the quiet Los Angeles County city of Vista Beach, the place computer programmer and tole-painting enthusiast Aurora “Rory” Anderson calls home. Decorative painters are flocking to the newly built Akaw hotel to attend the Ocean Painting Society’s inaugural convention.
During the weeklong event, Rory plans on shopping the trade show floor, working in her mother’s booth, taking classes and connecting with other decorative painting fans. She doesn’t expect to witness her childhood friend collapse in class and die. When the police find no evidence of foul play, Rory embarks on her own investigation. Can she brush aside the lies to uncover the truth and bring the killer to justice?
“A very good cozy that will keep you up at night until Rory finds out exactly what’s going on.” —Suspense Magazine
“An engaging mystery set amidst a painting convention and showcases the complexity of relationships when a tragedy strikes.” —Christina Freeburn, author of Altered to Death
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The rock crashed through the window, barely missing Rory Anderson's head, and slammed into the bookcase behind her. Seconds later, she heard the revving of an engine followed by the squeal of tires as a car sped away.
Rory's heart leapt into her throat. She gaped at the jagged hole in the window in front of her desk and swiveled her chair around to look behind her, where a dozen paperbacks had tumbled out of the bookcase onto the hardwood floor. Nestled among them lay the fist-sized rock that had come close to knocking her out.
Her heart pounding, Rory took several calming breaths and forced herself to sit as still as possible while she listened for suspicious sounds outside. No unusual noises reached her ears. The residents of Seagull Lane appeared to be tucked in for the night, enjoying a peaceful Sunday evening before the workweek started. Once her breathing returned to normal, she cautiously got up from her chair, leaned over her desk, and peered through the damaged window into the darkness beyond. Lights from neighboring houses illuminated enough of her street that she could discern the shapes of cars and trees. A cat crept out of the shadows and crossed her front lawn like a tiger on the prowl. She didn't want to know what the orange tabby was stalking.
Rory's gaze swept her work area from the window past the computer on her desk to the pile of books on the floor. She crossed the room, and tucking her long brown hair behind her ears, bent down to pick up the rock. Wrapped around it was a note. The words on the scrap of pink paper chilled her to the bone: This is only the beginning. Prepare to pay for your actions. Down with the Akaw!
Fright turned to puzzlement as the message finally sunk in. Dozens of people had been inside the newly built hotel in the two weeks since it opened. She doubted all of them had been treated to a rock through their window. She had written software for the Akaw, but that didn't seem a good enough reason to target her.
Rory carefully placed the rock and note on the desk and wiped off her hands on her jeans. After turning on every light she could find, she took her cell phone out of its charger and called the Vista Beach police department to report the incident. Time dragged on as she waited for a patrol car to arrive. She itched to clean up the mess, but knew the police would want to see an undisturbed scene so, instead, she took photos of the damage for her insurance company.
When ten minutes passed and the normally responsive police were nowhere in sight, she wondered if there'd been a sudden explosion of crime in Vista Beach. Perhaps the influx of visitors common in June was creating more problems than usual for the quiet Los Angeles County beach community.
Rory paced back and forth in the great room that spanned the front of her house, walking from the work area at one end to the living room at the other, periodically glancing outside. She was passing the front door for what must have been the tenth time when a cacophony of yowls and hisses rent the night air. Her stockinged feet slid on the polished hardwood, and she braced herself against a nearby wall to steady herself. As soon as she regained her balance, she poked her head out the door and yelled at the cats to be quiet. Once the warring felines slunk away, she continued her pacing, getting angrier and angrier every time she passed the damaged window, obsessing over the violation of her home and the police department's lack of response. By the time a patrol car pulled into her driveway forty-five minutes later, she was ready to explode.
Light spilled out onto the porch when Rory wrenched the front door open. She suppressed her anger as she watched the uniformed officer traverse the walkway, the beam of his flashlight illuminating the path before him. By the time he stepped onto the porch, she was calm enough to have a civil conversation.
"You called about some vandalism, ma'am?" Officer Yamada said, after introducing himself and apologizing for the delay.
Rory invited the officer inside and pointed to the broken window. He examined the area, then headed outside to look around.
When he returned, she handed over the note for his inspection. "This came through the window wrapped around a rock."
His expression neutral, he stared at the note, not even raising an eyebrow as he read the words on the paper.
"You don't seem very surprised," she said.
"This isn't new to me. I saw an identical note earlier tonight at the home of the chairman of the city council."
"So I wasn't the only one targeted." Rory didn't know whether to find the news comforting or not. "How many others were there?"
"Besides the chairman, two other council members' houses were egged. Those are just the calls I took personally."
No wonder he'd taken so long to get here, Rory thought. "How long has this been going on? The newspaper didn't say anything about vandalism. The only articles I saw were on people complaining about the hotel about, what was it ...?" She screwed up her face in concentration. "Something about homeowners near the Akaw claiming construction of the underground parking garage damaged their houses."
"It's been the talk of the department lately. Couldn't tell you if it's true or not. We've had several incidents of vandalism around the city since the hotel opened. The investigation is a top priority for us but, unfortunately, we haven't had much luck so far identifying the culprits."
"How come I haven't heard anything about this?"
"We've been keeping it quiet. Don't want to unnecessarily disturb residents. Do you work for the Akaw?"
"Indirectly. I put together their website and developed an app for guests to use."
The officer jotted something down on his notepad. "An app, huh? My daughter keeps on talking about apps. What does this one do?"
"Gives guests information on the hotel and the city. There's a map of the Akaw, menus for the hotel's restaurant and room service, a list of local attractions, that kind of thing. Users can even order room service and book their next visit right from their phone."
"Sounds useful. Would it be easy for someone to find out you did all this work for the hotel?"
"Pretty easy. My company name and website address is at the bottom of every site I develop. Wouldn't take much research to find out who I was, though I don't know how they'd know where I live. I use a postal box for all of my company correspondence."
The officer cleared his throat. A look of discomfort momentarily appeared on his face. "A lot of people know where you live because of the recent ... problem."
When she'd found a body in her garden and been suspected of murder two months before, it was the talk of the town. Between word of mouth and articles in the local newspaper and on blogs, half the residents probably had her address tucked away in the back of their minds by now.
"I'm sorry this happened to you. I know it's troubling. We'll do everything we can to figure out who's responsible." He closed his notebook. "In the meantime, I'll file a report. You can get a copy if you need one for your insurance company."
"What are the chances you'll actually find out who did this?"
"Based on past experience with this kind of thing, not great. But I like to be optimistic. We'll process the note and canvass the neighborhood to see if anyone noticed anything. Maybe we'll get lucky. One of your neighbors could have a security camera. I promise, we'll do our best." Before stepping out the front door, Officer Yamada added, "Be sure to put something over that window. And don't hesitate to call again if something else happens."
After the officer left, Rory wondered whether the police would be able to catch the culprit. If they couldn't find the person who broke her window, she intended to look for the vandal herself. She stared at the photo she'd taken of the note, trying to get some clue as to its author. There wasn't any handwriting to analyze, only a font that could have been printed anywhere. She thought about talking to her neighbors, but one glance at the clock told her most of them wouldn't appreciate being disturbed at this hour. Any questioning would have to wait until morning.
Rory dialed her insurance company's hotline. After spending time on the phone with a representative, she called a twenty-four hour window repair service who promised to send someone right out. While they measured the window and boarded it up, she swept up the broken glass and returned the books to their places.
Too restless to work or go to bed, Rory dug back issues of the weekly newspaper, the Vista Beach View, out of the recycling bin and searched for the articles she remembered seeing about the Akaw. She read and reread the two she found for some indication as to who might have targeted her home.
The articles mentioned the contentious debates and endless city council meetings concerning the property that had once housed a private school. When the owners put the large lot up for sale, the city of Vista Beach planned to buy it, but the city council took too long to authorize the funds and the hotel builder swooped in and purchased the land instead. The council approved the hotel project in a close vote, the chairman himself leading the charge. Rory suspected the other council members targeted also voted for approval.
She returned the papers to the recycling bin and tried to figure out what to do next. Now that her anger had worn off, she felt the need to hear a friendly voice, so she speed-dialed a number she called every single day. Two rings later, Elizabeth Dexter answered.
"Hi, Rory," Liz said. "You've got to see this show I'm watching. These people marry someone they've never met. It's like a blind date, only instead of going out to dinner they meet at the altar. Crazy, right?" She launched into a detailed description of the latest reality TV show to catch her eye.
Smiling into her phone, Rory leaned back on the couch, relaxing into its soft cushions. The tension eased from her body as she listened to her best friend's nonstop chatter.
"So what's up with you?" Liz asked after she finished describing all of the episodes she'd seen so far.
Rory took a deep breath and blurted out, "Someone threw a rock through my window."
Without a moment's hesitation, Liz said, "I'll get my jammies and toothbrush and be right over."
A wave of relief washed over Rory. She hadn't realized how on edge she was about sleeping alone in the house that night. Most of the time she liked living by herself, but after the evening's events every creak and groan in the 1,200-square-foot structure made her jump.
Fifteen minutes later, Rory opened her front door to a petite woman, dressed in slacks and a printed blouse, whose head barely reached Rory's shoulders. Her dark brown hair fashioned in a pixie cut, Liz dropped her overnight bag on the hardwood floor and stood on tiptoe to give her friend a hug. "It must have been scary. Are you okay?"
"Much better now that you're here."
Hands on her hips, Liz peered around the room. "How much damage did they do?"
Rory pointed to the boarded up window next to her desk, tracing the path the projectile had taken with her finger. "The rock came through there and hit the bookcase over there. Sailed right past my head. One inch to the left and I'd have been knocked out." She fingered her ear, cringing at the memory of the close call. "I'm still having a hard time believing it wasn't a dream."
"More like a nightmare. On the bright side, no damage was done to your computer, so you haven't lost any work."
"Amen to that." Rory led the way to the rear of the house into the recently remodeled kitchen with its granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.
While Rory put on the tea kettle, Liz settled down at the kitchen table and peered through the window at the dimly lit side yard. She nodded toward the house on the other side of the fence. "I wonder if Granny G saw anything."
"Unfortunately, Mrs. Griswold's on vacation. Alaskan cruise."
"Too bad. She always notices things."
Rory's hyper-vigilant neighbor made it her business to know everything that happened on the block. She had no doubt, had the seventy-five-year-old been home, the police would already have the license plate number of the getaway car and be on their way to arrest the vandal.
Once the tea was ready, Rory cleared off space on the table, pushing a half-finished painting project off to one side. She set two cups filled to the brim on the wooden surface and sat down across from her friend. "Thanks for dropping everything and coming over. I feel better with you here."
Liz laid a hand on Rory's arm and smiled reassuringly. "Anything for my bestie." She wrapped both hands around her cup and sniffed appreciatively. "Mmm, peppermint. Now, what did the police say? Was it Dashing D? Was he the one who came to your rescue?"
An impish grin appeared on her face as she talked about Detective Martin Green, the Vista Beach police officer they'd met two months before when Rory found a body in her garden.
Rory blushed at the mention of the man who had been occupying her dreams more and more often lately. "I'm not a damsel in distress. Okay, maybe I was, a little bit. Anyway, Officer Yamada said some city council members' houses were hit as well. There might be others. It seems to be part of a protest against the Akaw." She took her cell phone out of the pocket of her jeans and brought up the photo she'd taken earlier of the note. "This was wrapped around the rock."
Liz studied the phone's display and whistled. "The pink paper's a nice touch. I'll have to ask my contact at the police station how many houses were hit. Lots of people work at the hotel, but I doubt most of them live in the city. The owner doesn't even live here. Rumor has it, he's up north somewhere."
Rory didn't question how her friend knew this tidbit. As a real estate agent, Liz never knew where her next sale or client would come from so she kept her ear to the ground, taking special note of any information relating to houses and plots of land within the city.
Rory put her elbow on the table and leaned her cheek against her hand. "It just makes me mad they hit my place. I wrote some code, that's all. There's no reason to threaten me or damage my home."
"You put together the website for the convention, too, and that's at the Akaw," Liz said, referring to the decorative painting convention they were scheduled to attend in the coming week. "That gives you two connections to the hotel. Besides, you're an easy target. Some people in town still have issues with you even after you were exonerated."
Rory didn't like to think that was true, but every once in a while she noticed covert glances cast in her direction as she walked around town. "I wonder if Ian's house was hit. He manages the hotel."
"Ian Blalock, right? He doesn't live in town. Bought a place in ... Hawthorne, I think. Cheaper."
Rory hoped the vandals were too lazy to drive the short distance inland and the man's home had been spared. "I hope he's okay. He seems like a nice guy. What else do you know about him?"
"You worked on the hotel's website. Didn't you talk?"
"Only about business, not his personal life. He doesn't wear a wedding ring, that's about all I know."
Liz gave Rory her best you-never-learn-anything-useful look. "Been in the hotel business for years. Like you said, he's single with a college-aged son. Moved here from Oregon or Washington, something like that." She took a sip of her tea. "Plus, he has the hots for Nixie," she continued, mentioning the name of the convention organizer and founder of the Ocean Painting Society.
"I hope all this nonsense doesn't ruin the convention for everyone. Nixie put tons of work into it."
"She's got a lot riding on it. It's the only thing she's got going since she was laid off from that event coordinating job. I'm looking forward to it. Your mom's going to be on the trade show floor, right?"
Rory's mother, owner of Arika's Scrap 'n Paint, a combination tole painting and scrapbooking supply store in town, was renting space on the trade show floor for the upcoming convention.
"That reminds me. Could you help set up the booth on Tuesday? I'm not sure what time yet."
"Sure, I can do that. Just let me know when to be there." Liz glanced at her watch. "We should probably get to bed. I've got an early showing tomorrow."
While Liz made herself at home in the guest bedroom, Rory did a final tour of the house, making sure every window and door was locked. By the time goodnights were said, she felt calmer and in more control. Within minutes of her head hitting the pillow, she fell fast asleep.(Continues…)
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I wanted to like this series - I’ve done some decorative painting in my time, so the idea of a mystery series centered around that subject appealed to me. But reading this reminded me of why I tend to shy away from most “cozy” mysteries. I find myself frustrated with characters who do foolish things in lieu of allowing the police to do their jobs. I read the first book in the series, and while the writing in this one was better than the first, I still had that basic issue with a web designer/decorative painter investigating the murder of a childhood friend rather than letting the police do it. So for me, the bottom line is that I think fans of cozy mysteries will enjoy this book and the series, even though it wasn’t my personal favorite. Thanks to Netgalley and Henery Press for providing a copy for an unbiased review.
PAINT THE TOWN DEAD is the second in the Aurora Anderson Mystery series. I have not read the first one, but had no problem following the story. Aurora, "Rory" is a tole-painter and freelance computer programmer in Vista Beach, California. Recently, the quiet city just had a new hotel constructed, the Akaw. It is the site of the Ocean Painting Society Convention. Unfortunately, several residents are angry that their homes were damaged by the construction of the hotel and they are picketing, causing some vandalism and harassing customers and employees. Rory's house was targeted and she had a rock thrown through her front window. While trying to sort out who threw the rock, she is also attending the convention with several of her friends, one of which just moved back to town. Jasmine has a severe case of Narcolepsy and is on a new medication. When under stress she will have an attack. After the hotel is evacuated because someone pulled the fire alarm as well as setting off a stink bomb, she has an attack, or was it. Jasmine ends up dead from an overdose of her new medication. Now Rory has another situation to investigate. Are they tied together? I like that Sybil Johnson includes a situation tied to what is happening in the world. With many communities upset with progress, as well as big business getting away with bribes, damage to homes and ecosystems, this side story sheds a bit of light onto an important issue. It wove into the story nicely. I enjoyed the plot and how the story flowed. The characters, Rory, Liz, Rory's mom and Dashing D (the handsome police detective) play nicely off each other and have good chemistry. I am looking forward to more in this series.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Rory has her hands full this week helping her mother at the Ocean Painting Society’s inaugural convention. She is excited to be able to spend some time with her friends, especially Jasmine, who has moved back to the area. She is devastated when Jasmine collapses and dies during one of the painting classes. The police believe the woman took her own life but Rory isn’t buying that at all. She immediately starts her own investigation. Sybil Johnson has given us quite a twisted up mystery. Someone attending the convention wanted Jasmine dead and they had to be very sneaky to bring it all about. You see she had a condition that the killer had to know about to pull off their crime and not too many people knew about it. In fact that is why suicide was the immediate cause of death determination. Thankfully Rory was ready to fight to prove that wrong. I reviewed the first book in this series a couple of weeks ago and I had a problem with the flow of the story. Well I did not have that problem with this story at all. The flow was steady from start to finish. There are several things happening. We start with a brick through a window, then on to protesters picketing the damage the new hotel did to the area, to all the snafus that can go wrong at a big convention, and even Rory’s mom pushing her to get a man in her life. Yes, there is some romantic tension too as we meet someone special in our dashing detective’s life. But all may not be what it seems…..and then of course there is the murder. I like these characters, Rory and Liz’s friendship is fun and they have each other’s back. I like where the author is heading with all of the characters. The story is very well written and the mystery makes sense. Rory’s job as a website consultant and helping out at her mother’s tole painting and scrapbook store’s booth at the convention give her plenty of opportunity to follow clues and hunt down leads and get herself is some dicey situations too. This was a strong addition to this series. I am looking forward to the newest book in the series, A Palette for Murder, releasing January 31.
Title: PAINT THE TOWN DEAD - Aurora Anderson Mystery Book 2 Author: Sybil Johnson Published: 12-8-2015 Publisher: Henery Press Pages: 262 Genre: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense Sub Genre: Women Sleuths, Cozy Mystery, Amateur Sleuths; Crafts & Hobbies ISBN: 13: 9781943390335 ASIN: B0156W71GW Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Rating: 4.25 I received a copy of "Paint the Town Dead" from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for my honest review. Description From the Publisher: The Ocean Painting Society invites you to join the painting wave... It’s June in the quiet Los Angeles County city of Vista Beach, the place computer programmer and tole-painting enthusiast Aurora (Rory) Anderson calls home. Decorative painters are flocking to the newly built Akaw hotel to attend the Ocean Painting Society’s inaugural convention. During the week-long event, Rory plans on shopping the trade show floor, working in her mother’s booth, taking classes and connecting with other decorative painting fans. She doesn’t expect to witness her childhood friend collapse in class and die. When the police find no evidence of foul play, Rory embarks on her own investigation. Can she brush aside the lies to uncover the truth and bring the killer to justice? Books in the Aurora Anderson Mystery Series: FATAL BRUSHSTROKE (#1) PAINT THE TOWN DEAD (#2) PALETTE FOR MURDER (#3) Jan. 31 2017 My Review of "Paint the Town Dead": Aurora "Rory" returns to find out how her friend died and why. Searching for a killer, she and her friends look for the leads that will give them the answers they seek. A story filled with well developed characters in a world that brings the small town to life in the imagination of the reader. Making it a place you will look forward to visiting often. My rating of "Paint the Town Dead" is 4.5 out of 5 stars.
Be Sure to Paint This Book Read The blessing of having a huge to be read pile is you never are hurting for books to read. The curse of having a huge to be read pile is it sometimes takes much longer than you intend to get to books you fully intend to read. That was the case with Paint the Town Dead, the second Aurora Anderson mystery. When I enjoyed the first back in June, I had hoped to read the sequel before now. I still wish I’d read it sooner since I did enjoy it. Aurora “Rory” Anderson is excited about the decorative painting convention that is coming to her seaside town of Vista Beach in Los Angeles County California. She is taking some of the offered classes and helping out her mother who is one of the venders for the week-long event. Even better, her friend Jasmine has recently returned to town. As a fellow decorative painter, she is part of the convention as well. Not that the week gets off to a smooth start. The convention is being held at a new hotel in town, and building it has led to quite a bit of controversy. In fact, there are picketers around when Rory shows up to help her mom set up. However, nothing prepares her for Jasmine to collapse and die during the first class of the convention. The police think it was a horrible accident, but Rory isn’t buying it. Can she find proof that her friend was murdered? It was great to be back in Vista Beach and with these characters again. I love this small town setting, and I love the beach, so that’s definitely a plus. While I like the characters, I felt they weren’t quite as developed as they could be. Don’t get me wrong, I did care about them and I cared about the outcome. They just need a little something more. This applies to the series regulars and the suspects equally. However, the plot more than makes up for any deficiency with the characters. Things get off to an exciting start in the very first sentence, and events just keep happening as the book progresses. Each of the suspects were so viable I thought I had it completely figured out several times before the end, yet when the real villain was revealed, it once again all made sense. I truly enjoyed trying to figure it out with Rory. So if you are looking for an exciting mystery that will keep you guessing until the final page, pick up Paint the Town Dead. You’ll be happy you did.
This is the second book in the Aurora Anderson mystery series. You actually can read this book as a stand alone, but I enjoyed reading both. Rory, as the main character is called, is a computer web designer. One of her clients is the Akaw, a new hotel in town. The hotel's building has caused a large outcry from the surrounding neighborhood. Rory, along with her mom & friends are scheduled to participate in a decorative painting convention located at the hotel. After the death of Rory's good childhood friend on the trade floor Rory, not believing her friend's death was an accident she decides to investigate. The plot twists & turns as the story unfolds. With several subplots running in the background this story drew me in & kept me turning the pages nonstop. I'm anxious to see where Rory & friends go on from here, especially after Liz's pronouncement at the end!
Paint the Town Dead by Sybil Johnson is the second book in An Aurora Anderson Mystery series. Aurora “Rory” Anderson lives in Vista Beach, California. Rory designs websites and apps. She recently did work for the new hotel in town called Akaw. Unfortunately, some people in town are not happy with the new hotel and they are taking drastic actions. One of those actions is a brick through Rory’s front window. Similar incidents happened to council members of Vista Beach. Rory is hoping to put the incident behind her as she gets ready for The Ocean Painting Society’s inaugural convention. Rory enjoys toll painting and her mother, Arika Anderson will have a booth at the convention. Her mother owns Arika’s Scrap ‘n Paint. Rory is looking forward to the convention. There are classes, shopping (of course), and connecting with other painters. Rory is happy to see her childhood friend, Jasmine Halliday is at the convention. Jasmine is doing the bookkeeping for the convention manager, Nixie Mohr (I bet she got picked on in school). Jasmine suffers from narcolepsy and has a cataplectic attack after greeting Rory in the hotel lobby (it is not Rory’s fault). She soon recovers and they go on to enjoy the convention. However, while taking a class, Jasmine collapses. This time she does not recover. The police are willing to write it off an accident, but Rory is not so sure. Rory decides to investigate and find out what happened to her friend. If Jasmine was murdered, who would want to harm her? Paint the Town Dead had interesting characters, was easy to read, and contained a good mystery. The author did a great job with the mystery (and with misdirection). Paint the Town Dead is a light, fun cozy mystery. I read Paint the Town Dead without having enjoyed the first book in the series. I think it would have been helpful if I had read the first book. It would have given me a better understanding of the characters (background information), relationships, and the first case (it is referenced in this book). One thing I did not like was Rory’s obsession with Detective Martin Green. It was a little over the top for a person who had one date and then never went out again (it was just strange). I give Paint the Town Dead 4 out of 5 stars. I am going to go back and read the first book in the series as soon as I get an opportunity (and look forward to reading the next book in the series). I received a complimentary copy of Paint the Town Dead from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
ybil Johnson is the author of the Aurora Anderson mysteries and this series is well deserving of our attention. Her characters are the funny, lovable type that we all would love to have in our live. The twists and turns that Sybil takes us through are certainly a joy to read. You never know what awaits you as the pages turn. Christmas holidays would be a great time to catch up on Sybil's books. FTC Full Disclosure - A copy of this book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.
A predictable yet fun cozy with quirky characters. Paint the Town Dead is the second book in the Aurora Anderson Mystery series. This book can stand alone, but if you are just starting the series, why not start at the beginning? Paint the Town Dead has its share of quirky characters and fun reading. The rock through Rory’s window began her involvement in the Akaw hotel debacle. Her friend drops dead and the investigation comes to a halt. I am suspicious and feel something is very wrong. I’m glad Rory does too. Liz, her best friend, works in real estate and has all the latest gossip on the who and what in town. Jasmine has narcolepsy and falls asleep at the oddest of times. The hunky detective could be a love interest, if she ever finds the time. Paint the Town Dead by Sybil Johnson is predictable. I found no surprises and couldn’t really connect with the characters, don’t know why, but I enjoyed the mystery. The reading was easy, the story flowed smoothly and I had a chuckle or two at the characters expense. I received a copy of Paint the Town Dead by Sybil Jonson in return for an honest review. To see more visit http://www.fundinmental.com
Great Book! This is a great book; this is the second book in the Aurora Anderson Mysteries series by Sybil Johnson. Aurora (Rory) Anderson lives in the quiet Los Angeles County city of Vista Beach. The town is preparing for a weeklong event. During Rory’s class she is shocked when her childhood friend collapses in class and dies. Rory is determined to put her sleuthing skills to the test and find the killer. If you are looking for a great mystery, then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book by this author. 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.
Ahh! Aurora's back and this time there's a convention going on in Vista Beach. Of course, Rory's right in the middle of it. It's a painting convention and someone at the convention is killing people and it's not legionnaire's disease. Of course, Rory's on it, her best friend was killed and she is going to get to the bottom of it. Even though Detective D is telling her to leave it alone. HA! Like that's going to happen. Rory get's herself into some pretty unsavory and downright smelly predicaments in this one. I definitely got a few chuckles. The way that these women would all meet up right after something had happened to see who knew what would crack me up. I could just see it happening. The antics that Rory would talk Liz into doing with her. I'm sitting here shaking my head just thinking about them. This was definitely a very entertaining book guaranteed for several chuckles and no, you won't guess who the killer is. As with most Henery Press books, I emphatically recommend this book, it makes for an enjoyable read. Thanks Henery Press and Net Galley for a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
I received a copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for my fair and honest review. I did not read the first in the series and that may have had something to do with my enjoyment of this story. I found myself overwhelmed by all the characters and all the "baggage" they brought into the story. There was great structure for a cozy mystery, but due to all the different goings on in the story, I found myself struggling to catch up. I was surprised with all the different suspects and I was kept guessing until the end, I did not figure out who the murderer was. I definitely suggest reading the first one before reading this one, it may make a difference.