Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen (Year-Round Christmas Mystery Series #1)

Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen (Year-Round Christmas Mystery Series #1)

by Vicki Delany

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In Rudolph, New York, it’s Christmastime all year long. But this December, while the snow-lined streets seem merry and bright, a murder is about to ruin everyone’s holiday cheer in the first Year-Round Christmas mystery.

As the owner of Mrs. Claus’s Treasures, Merry Wilkinson knows how to decorate homes for the holidays. That’s why she thinks her float in the semi-annual Santa Claus parade is a shoe-in for best in show. But when the tractor pulling Merry’s float is sabotaged, she has to face facts: there’s a Scrooge in Christmas Town.

Merry isn’t ready to point fingers, especially with a journalist in town writing a puff piece about Rudolph’s Christmas spirit. But when she stumbles upon the reporter’s body on a late night dog walk—and police suspect he was poisoned by a gingerbread cookie crafted by her best friend, Vicky—Merry will have to put down the jingle bells and figure out who’s really been grinching about town, before Vicky ends up on Santa’s naughty list…

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780425280805
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/03/2015
Series: Year-Round Christmas Mystery Series , #1
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 76,907
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 0.90(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Vicki Delany is the national bestselling author of the Year-Round Christmas Mysteries, the Constable Molly Smith Novels, the Sherlock Holmes Bookshop Mysteries, and, writing as Eva Gates, the Lighthouse Library Mysteries.

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Chapter 1

The tips of the tall turquoise and green hats bobbed in the lightly falling snow as the elves weaved through crowds of painted dolls, toy soldiers, shepherds with their sheep, reindeer, poultry, clowns, sugarplums, gingerbread people, and candy canes.

“I feel like an idiot,” Jackie grumbled. “If Kyle dumps me because he sees me in this ridiculous getup, it’ll be on your head, Merry Wilkinson.”

I paid her no attention. Jackie always grumbled; it was her natural state. I could only imagine the level of grumbling if she’d been left out of our group. She wore a knee-length tunic of gold, turquoise, and forest green over black leggings. Her hat was a foot-high turquoise triangle with a green pom-pom bouncing on the end. Papier–mâché formed into hornlike appendages and then covered with green felt had been attached to the front of her high-heeled, calf-high boots. Turquoise triangles, outlined in gold glitter, were painted on her cheeks, and her eye shadow was a matching shade of turquoise. I thought the playful makeup brought out my shop assistant’s natural beauty much better than the overly applied stuff she normally wore. I kept that opinion to myself.

“Shouldn’t you . . . ah . . . be helping?” I nodded to the line disappearing into the crowd. One of the littlest of the elves was in great danger of wandering off, so enchanted was he by everything going on around him.

“If I must.” She sighed heavily, but hurried to take the boy’s hand and, with a soft word, guide him back into the line.

My mother marched at the front, leading the group toward our float. She was singing scales, and even if the children couldn’t see over the crowd they should have been able to follow the sound of her voice. My mother had been a diva at the Metropolitan Opera. She knew how to make herself heard.

I adjusted my mobcap and retied the strings of my apron.

It was December first and we were assembling for the Santa Claus parade, the biggest event of the year in Rudolph, New York, otherwise known as Christmas Town. If there’s one thing we know how to do in Rudolph, it’s Christmas.

I checked behind me for stragglers and then hurried to catch up. The children were from my mom’s vocal classes. The youngest ones would sit on the decorated flatbed while the teenagers marched beside, singing carols. They were all dressed in the same colors and style as Jackie, in varying degrees of quality depending on their parents’ sewing skills. They were elves, and I was Mrs. Claus.

Jackie had argued for considerably more décolletage in her elf costume and a much shorter tunic. I’d put my foot firmly down on that. Then she stubbornly refused to let her mother make the costume roomy enough to fit over her winter coat. I let her win that one. Jackie could freeze if she wanted to. The children’s costumes had been made large enough to fit over winter coats and snowsuits. I wore two wool sweaters under my dress, a pair of thick tights, and heavy socks, all of which added about thirty pounds to my frame. I didn’t need thirty pounds, but it was Christmas and if I was going to be Mrs. Claus, I wanted to dress the part.

Up ahead, I saw Mom climb onto the float. Small children scrambled up after her. The teenagers took their positions and immediately pulled out their smartphones while waiting to begin. Parents milled about snapping pictures.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa Claus boomed, waving greetings left and right as he walked through the crowd, heading for his own float.

The youngest children squealed in delight; the teenagers rolled their eyes and continued texting, while the parents clapped their hands and tried to look thrilled.

It was, of course, not Santa but my dad, the appropriately named Noel. Dad’s round stomach was real as was his thick white beard and the shock of white curls only slightly tinged with gray even though he was coming up on sixty. He totally looked the part in the traditional Santa costume of red suit with white fur cuffs, red and white hat, wide black belt, and high black boots.

I was the last one onto my float. I grabbed my long skirts in one hand; Jackie took the other and hauled me up with as much grace as if she were landing a pike through a hole in the ice.

“Everyone ready?” I called. The children cheered. It seemed like we might actually be able to pull this off. This was the first year I owned my own shop in Rudolph, and thus was responsible for my own float, but in the past I’d always tried to get home to help with the parade. Other years, we’d used a handful of the younger kids from Mom’s classes to sit on the float, but this year—without consulting me first—she decided to make the parade the focus of their fall program. All told, there were thirty children, aged five to seventeen.

I’d decorated the float so it looked like Santa’s workshop. It had bales of hay for the elves to sit on, a couple of battered old wooden tables as workbenches, whatever I could scrounge in the way of hammers for tools, and some broken toys that looked like they were still being assembled. It was, I thought proudly, just great. George Mann, a crusty old farmer who’d been roped into helping by my dad, provided the tractor that would pull the float. I’d tried to get George to dress in costume, but he’d looked me in the eye and said, “No.” I doubted George owned anything but muddy boots, brown overalls, and faded flannel shirts anyway. If anyone asked who he was supposed to be, I’d say the farmer in charge of the reindeer.

I had high hopes for my float. My goal was nothing less than the best in parade trophy.

One thing we didn’t have to concern ourselves with was creating a north pole-like atmosphere. Here on the southern shores of Lake Ontario we get snow. A lot of snow. It was falling now, big fat fluffy flakes. The temperature hovered just below the freezing point and there was no wind; people would be comfortable standing on the sidewalk or sitting on blankets spread out on the curb while waiting for the parade. All the shops, including mine, Mrs. Claus’s Treasures, were closed this morning so everyone could participate in the festivities, but the business development office had set up stands at regular intervals to serve hot drinks and baked goods.

The semiannual Santa Claus parade is the highlight of the tourist year in Rudolph. People come from hundreds of miles away to see it. When I’d walked through town this morning, going to check that the float had survived the night, I’d noticed that all the hotels and B&Bs had “No Vacancy” signs outside. That would make everyone happy. I say semiannual parade, because we have one in July also. What the heck, gotta get those marks, I mean tourists, to town somehow.

The parade assembly area was in the parking lot behind the town’s community center. This morning the lot was a churning mass of adults and children in costume, marching bands, flags, floats, some definitely better than others, and tractors to pull them.

“Hey, kids, give us a smile,” a voice called out. Russ Durham, editor in chief of the Rudolph Gazette, lifted his camera, and the giggling children struck a pose. Jackie, supposedly embarrassed to be seen in her costume, leapt to her feet and cocked a hip as the camera clicked.

At an unseen signal, engines at the front of the line roared to life. Marchers stamped their feet. Trumpeters and French horn players blew into their instruments. Children applauded and the high school cheerleaders did cartwheels.

Nothing, however, seemed to be happening at the front of my float. I clambered up onto a bale of hay and peered through the plastic-wrap windows. George was in the tractor’s seat, where he should be.

“Let’s get going,” I called.

He shrugged, not bothering to turn around. He might have said something but I couldn’t hear over the noise of the parade starting. Then, to my horror, George got out of his seat and jumped to the ground. He opened the flap at the front of the tractor and his head disappeared into its mysterious depths.

My heart dropped into my stomach. I made my way through jabbering kids and climbed off the back of the float.

Russ had gone to see what George was up to. When I reached the engine, the two men were scratching their heads.

“Your kids look great,” Russ said to me. His accent was slow and sexy, full of the color and spice of Louisiana.

“They sure do.”

“So do you.” He gave me a smile full of dancing hazel eyes and straight white teeth.

“I do not. I look like a harassed old lady.” I peered at him through my spectacles. The frames contained nothing but plain glass, part of the costume. I’d stuffed my black hair inside the red and white checked mobcap that came complete with attached white curls.

“A beautiful harassed old lady, then,” he said. I felt my color rise. Hopefully Russ would think the red cheeks were part of the costume.

But I had more important things to worry about right then than how I looked. “Please, please don’t tell me there’s a problem,” I begged George.

“Darn thing won’t start,” the old farmer replied.

“It has to start!”

“What’s the holdup there?” someone called.

The floats near the beginning of the parade, where we were, represented a toymaker’s front window, a candy store, a turkey farm, a groaning dinner table, and the stable in Bethlehem. The quilters’ guild had red and green quilts arranged on their laps, and the high school marching band members were grinches. The book clubbers wore long skirts and bonnets and were led by Ralph Dickerson, wearing a nightgown and cap and carrying a candlestick. The role of Scrooge definitely suited Ralph, the town’s budget chief.

It all looked like total chaos, but the town had been doing this for almost twenty years and they had it down pat.

“Why don’t you try it again?” Russ helpfully suggested.

“Been tryin’,” George replied.

A man vaulted over the bar at the back of the toymaker’s float, the one directly in front of mine, and landed lightly on his feet, his movements a considerable contrast to his appearance. He looked to be about ninety years old with his enormous gray mustache and sideburns, nose accented by a lump of putty holding up his glasses, and an outfit of woolen jacket, knee-length breeches, and shoes with buckles, but I knew he was a thirty-year-old by the name of Alan Anderson; occupation, toymaker. Alan was the second-most popular man in Rudolph, after Santa, but only when wearing his toymaker regalia. He was tall and handsome with blond hair that curled around the back of his neck, sparkling blue eyes, and a ready laugh, but he could be quite shy, and he preferred to go incognito, so to speak.

Alan and I had dated for a short while in high school. It didn’t last after graduation. He’d been happy to remain in Rudolph, learning woodworking from his father and making beautiful things, slowly and carefully. I had stars in my eyes as I planned a fast-paced life in the hectic, exciting magazine world of Manhattan. We’d each got what we wanted, but one of us—me—had given up the dream and returned to Rudolph.

I’d wondered briefly if the old spark might be rekindled, but December in Christmas Town was not a time to be courting. We were all too darn busy.

Alan gave me a smile before going to join George and Russ. “Need any help here?” He also stared into the depths of the tractor engine, the three men looking as though it would start if only they focused hard enough.

George’s tractor might have been at its best during World War II, but that was no reason for it to give up the ghost now. “Can’t you do some kind of temporary fix?” I asked.

George didn’t dignify that comment with a reply. Russ looked confused—I guessed engines were not his thing, but he didn’t like to admit it. Alan patted his pockets as if he might find exactly the right tool.

Jingle Bell Lane, Rudolph’s main street, down which the parade would pass, was out of sight of those of us at the back of the community center, but we could hear the excited murmur of expectation.

I groaned. George continued to scratch his chin.

Alan threw me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Merry, but I have to get back. We’re about to leave.”

“Sure,” I said, forcing out a smile.

“Are you, uh, going to the post-parade party?” He shuffled his feet in their buckled shoes.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Perhaps I’ll see you there. Good luck with the float.”

I might have spent a moment wondering if Alan merely meant he’d be at the party, or if he was trying to say something deeper, but one of the orange vest–wearing marshals arrived at a trot. “What’s going on, Merry? You have to get moving.”

I waved my arms. “It won’t start. We can’t push the dratted thing.” In the line behind me, drivers began shouting at us to get out of the way. I could see the front of the parade turning into the street. I wanted to cry.

“You’ll have to walk,” Russ said. “Let’s get the kids down.”

“But my float! All my work.”

“Nothing you can do about that now, Merry.”

“What,” my mother sang, “is happening down there?”

Customer Reviews

Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Maybe, if I hadn't read the author's brilliant 'Constable Molly Smith' series, I would have liked this book more: 2 stars instead of 1 star. Both series have many characters & multiple plotlines, but the 'Christmas' series feels forced & shallow. I couldn't really connect with any character. They didn't feel badly written so much as indifferently written. With the 'Constable' series, I could hardly put the books down. With this book, I forced myself to finish it. Save your money on this one, & read the 'Constable' series instead.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really liked it, but it was hard to keep things straight in the begonning, did not move along and become clear until the middle and the end, i enjoyed it overall!!
chefdt More than 1 year ago
Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen is the first book in the A Year-Round Christmas Mystery Merry Wilkinson own Mrs. Claus's Treasures in Rudolph, NY. The cities claim to fame is that celebrate Christmas all year long and have a Christmas Parade twice a year. It's only a couple weeks till Christmas and the shop owners have their floats lined up ready for the annual parade. Merry, feels sure that she has the winning float this year, but as the parade is starting to move out the tractor pulling Merry's float won't start. The next day Rudolph has an unexpected guest, Nigel Pearce, a writer for a popular European travel magazine, World Traveler. He's in Rudolph to an article about “Christmas Town, USA”. One evening a Christmas party for the town, Vicky Casey, owner of Vicky's Bakery has prepared a specially decorated cookie of Dickens for Pearce. Later that evening while Merry is walking St. Bernard puppy, and she stumbles over the dead body of Pearce. The residents are nervous about what is going on there town, with one person already dead, once word gets out the town's reputation will be ruined and the residents will lose their livelihood. Merry and her father, Noel, the former mayor begin to do their own sleuthing. This book has a very interesting cast of characters, most all one would like to friends with. Will be watching for the next visit to Rudolph.
CARlovesbooks More than 1 year ago
The first book in a new series set in Rudolph, NY (America's Christmas Town), hits the mark! The heroine, Merry Wilkerson, is a shop owner and single woman who loves her town. When a journalist ends up dead, she starts digging around to find out who is trying to sink the economy in the town by hurting the main source of revenue - tourism. The characters are well written and the writing is great. While there is a cliched triangle between Merry and two suitors, it is the first in the series, so I hope it doesn't drag out through the entire series. I look forward to the next book! **I was provided a free copy in exchange for an honest review.**
Nate_Stolldorf1 More than 1 year ago
Meet Merry Wilkinson, owner of Mrs Claus's Treasures, in Rudolph (like the Red Nosed Raindeer) New York. Rudolph is Christmastown USA with a Christmas all year atmosphere. Who doesn't want that? When a English Reporter is murdered in the town, and the leading suspect is her bff Vicky, Merry is forced to solve a murder. I must admit from the get go I was excited about the book but when I started I must admit the first 20 pages did seem to drag...BUT keep reading. Christmas is my favorite holiday and the Christmas season is my favorite time of year because of the displays and the wonder of it all. This made me throw on some Christmas music early! My only criticism seems to lie with Noel, Merry's Father who plays Santa Claus, he seems to contradict himself on gift giving. He will not give people over the age of 18 gifts but he will accept gifts because his birthday is December 25th and then he says almost after that that Merry should put jewel every in her windows because husbands want to buy their wives gifts. All of these contradictions might have changed since I am reading an Uncorrected ARC. I did not guess the killer until the end and it came as a surprise. I am also digging this Russ/Alan love triangle but I am rooting for Alan!!!!!! Note: I received this book as an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent read, humorous and hard to put down. Witty characters
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ryanphoffmann88 More than 1 year ago
Rest Ye Murdered Gentleman is the first in a Christmas themed cozy mystery series. It takes place in Rudolph, NY aka "Christmas Town" and involves Merry Wilkerson, a shop owner, and amateur sleuth. When Nigel Pearce, a travel writer for a magazine comes to England to Rudolph to write about "America's Christmas Town", everyone is happy about putting Rudolph on the map. That is until Nigel is murdered and random attacks happen in the town. It's a good plot and I enjoyed it, I for one enjoy Christmastime. This was a great mystery to read.
momelaine More than 1 year ago
I want to move to Rudolph! I love Christmas, it's my favorite time of the year. And with this cozy series, it is Christmas time all the time. Merry and her family and friends are very interesting. The big concern in this small town with a murder at the beginning of December has everyone worried about their businesses. Everyone needs to stick together and get this mystery solved! The story moved smoothly and quickly for me. I moved right on to the second in the series. I will be looking forward to more to come.
Debb23 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, it's a first in the series and off to a good start.I love the whole idea of a town with year around Christmas, this would be a place that I would to visit. When Merry finds the body of a man who is supposed to be doing a story on the town, eyes turn to her friend. I found it refreshing that Merry wasn't a "I must jump in there and solve this" character. She wants to help and I love that the detective wasn't an in you face type, I really liked her quite a bit. The characters are all likable, I love Merry's father, but who wouldn't he's the town Santa, not to mention ex-mayor who comes across a strong steady character. The mystery was excellent, thought out and came to a sensible conclusion, it had me guessing until the end. I will definitely continue on with this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
JamesJohnCudneyIV More than 1 year ago
3 1/2 stars (rounded up to a 4) to Vicki Delany's Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen, her debut novel in the "A Year-Round Christmas Mystery" series. Some people love Christmas so much that they need an entire book series dedicated to it; and if you're one of those people, you'll enjoy this one even if you're reading it at Halloween! Story Rudolph, New York, a small town on the southern shores of Lake Ontario near the Canadian border, was named for someone who turned out to be not-so-name-worthy in the end. The town mayor, Noel Wilkinson, suggests telling everyone it was named after the famous reindeer and thus, Christmastown is born -- except, there are a few of these towns across the country and the neighboring towns aren't always thrilled when their town is suddenly considered second rate. When a semi-famous writer stops in Rudolph to publish a piece in a widely-read magazine about all the wonders of the Christmas village, he quickly sets the town a buzz... but when he turns up dead after eating at a local restaurant, Rudolph gets a bad reputation. Was it a neighboring town hoping to steal the glory? Was it a current resident with a unknown grudge? Or was it a personal vendetta from some outsider that just happened to occur in Rudolph? Merry Wilkinson and her family and friends of Christmas-loving lore are on the case so they can protect their income and their town from utter disaster. Along the way, we meet her opera-loving mother, Santa Clause double dad, best friend who is accused of the murder, two eligible bachelors for Merry to choose from, a former frenemy police officer, the newly transported Chicago detective, a quirky mayor, a bitter neighboring store owner, a rival-politician and the fun-loving staff of Merry's high-end Christmas decor shop. With a few side-stories about each of the main character's personal lives, a new series all about the wonderful world of Christmas is born. In the end, Merry solves the case and makes friends with the police so she's ready to solve another one in the future. Strengths For a debut novel, it gives a really well-rounded summary of the town and characters. For readers new to the cozy mystery genre, it will be the perfect intro. Characters and setting are clear and vivid. Multiple suspects for the whodunit. Several backstories dropped with different angles to continue on in the future. And if you're a fan of holidays, this one will make you smile. I was slightly worred that the Christmas theme could be annoying (I love Christmas but an entire book series?); however, Delany offers a good balance of story and setting so you can tune out or in as much of the descriptions as you want. Weaknesses There are a few holes in the story or pieces of the plot that should have been more tightly addressed. Merry doesn't quite seem like someone who would give up her life in NYC and come back home just because of a situation with her boyfriend and job. I would have expected her to try to find other jobs in NYC but this whole area is covered a bit too quickly. When she does come back home, it seems like everyone just forgets she left Rudolph and everything picks back up again. I understand small town atmosphere, but I think a little more focus could have been added here. Final Thoughts There are a lot of mystery fiction books and authors to choose from, and once you settle into the cozy sub-genre, you still have a lot that could spark your interest. This one has a very clear theme that will
Jani8 More than 1 year ago
I was predisposed to like this book because I love Christmas. I used to think about it and how I would decorate the house all year. Then, we traveled in a fifth wheel trailer for a year and a half and had to get rid of some of my stuff. That was difficult, but it cured me of my obsession. The town this is set in is all about Christmas. It has all kinds of Christmas stores in the downtown area. The protagonist is a woman named Merry. Her father is named Noel (he was born on Christmas Day. She owns a store named Mrs. Claus’s Treasures which sells a lot of local artisan’s work. She also finds the body of a freelance writer/photographer that was doing a story of the America’s Christmas town. From there the problems escalate, everything from a grill exploding to the burning of a workshop and more. The character of Merry, her parents, her best friend and 2 possible boyfriends are all well-defined. I’m ready to read the next one!
dibbylodd More than 1 year ago
A town that celebrates all things Christmas, all year long. Odd things start happening, very un-Christmas like. Death, sabotaged floats, etc. Is someone trying to spoil the town's claim to be the most Christmasy town around?
bwilhoite More than 1 year ago
This was a great read! So glad I decided to give it a try. It was a perfect holiday read. I'm curious to see how the rest of this series will go as it's a year round Christmas mystery series.
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts First things first, look at that gorgeous cover. I like to mention the artist and cover designers because the cozy covers are so incredible. This time Sarah Oberrender has taken my breath away. From the snow lined window to the puppy in the front, I don’t know how anyone could resist buying this paperback even before thinking about the fantastic story inside. Vicki Delany takes us to Rudolph, New York. A year round Christmas Town that is such a joy to visit. That is until a dead body is found and word gets out. The cancellations to the local hotels, inns and B&B’s start before you can say Jack Frost. A series of troubling events takes place and Merry knows there will be no Merry Christmas in Rudolph until the Grinch is caught. Merry Wilkerson, who happens to have sisters named Eve and Carol is a marvelous protagonist. Her shop Mrs. Claus’s Treasures is right in the heart of Rudolph so she is right on top of everything happening. Her dad being the former mayor and the local Santa Claus has his connections too. She knows her friend Vicky had nothing to do with the murder, she just has to prove it. She is strong, smart, and feisty. What I really like about this story is the way the town pulls together with the exception of whoever is trying to destroy the reputation and credibility of this great tourist attraction. Even Betty than owns the store next to Vicky. She may not be the nicest person but would she sabotage the whole town? A new resident to Rudolph, Detective Diane Simmonds, is one of my favorite characters. I think and hope that she and Merry will become good friends. All the residents of Rudolph are very real and engaging, each in their own way, including Merry’s adorable St.Bernard pup named Mattie. Delaney has given us a story full of holiday cheer, an exciting mystery, wondrous characters all in a place I would love to really visit. It’s charm just lit up my day. This is one mystery you shouldn’t miss this holiday season.
Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
I Don’t Think Murder is in the Christmas Spirit As you might have noticed, I love Christmas. (And I think that’s in the running for understatement of the year.) So when I saw Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen, the first in a new series about a town that draws in tourists by celebrating Christmas year round, I knew it was meant for me. And I was right. Years ago, the town of Rudolph, New York, decided to embrace their name and become a tourist destination for all things Christmas. The streets all have Christmas names, the businesses are all centered around Christmas, and the town even hosts Christmas events to bring in the tourists. Naturally, December is the biggest month in the year for businesses, and Merry Wilkinson is no exception. The month kicks off with a Christmas parade and party, and this year a reporter from a huge travel magazine is coming to cover the event. However, the night of the party, Merry finds his dead body in the park after the party. The police quickly determine it was poison, and the poison was in a gingerbread cookie he ate. Since Merry’s best friend Vicky provided the cookies, she shoots to the top of the suspect list. But since the reporter was in town to provide publicity, who would want to kill him? And what might this do to the tourist dollars? If you are looking for a cozy mystery with Christmas spirit, this book is for you. Merry’s father is the town Santa and Merry’s mother leads the strolling carolers in town. Being December, there’s snow as well. Merry’s shop, Mrs. Claus’s Treasures, sells decorations, and I think I could spend hours wandering around the shop (and tons of money there as well). If it weren’t on the other side of the country, I’d stop by and visit in a heartbeat. (Well, it would have to be a real place, too, but let’s not confuse me with the facts.) And the village is populated with wonderful characters. Merry is a great main character, and I enjoyed spending time with her. Her parents are just as charming. Yes, the book sets up a love triangle, and usually I quickly decide which love interest I am rooting for. This time? I am torn because I really like both guys. And I could go on talking about all the people we meet in this book. I really do like them. Unfortunately, the plot suffered a bit in favor of the Christmas atmosphere and charming characters. It seemed a bit slow in the beginning with Merry reacting to what was happening around her instead of investigating. It definitely picked up as the book went along, however, and the climax was logical and perfectly executed. You really can’t find a better Christmas cozy than this. So plug in the tree, put on some carols, grab some cider or egg nog, and get lost in the world of Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen.
SewWrite More than 1 year ago
I have always enjoyed reading Christmas themed books in December, it helps me get in the spirit. I have read an enjoyed many books that are based around Christmas but, Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen is the first one to completely envelope Christmas into the entire book. Vicki Delany has done a wonderful job of making you feel like you are living in Rudolph, NY with Merry Wilkinson, her parents and all of the fun charters that live there. The story was full of realistic life problems, lots of fun Christmas happenings, and a murder that needed to be solved. Merry's best friend Vicky is a prime suspect because the dead reporter last ate one of her cookies. If Vicky's name is not cleared, she will not be able to re-open her bakery in time to take advantage of the holiday shoppers. This could cause her to have to close the doors for good. I had plenty of suspects throughout the story and I was constantly changing my mind. I had no idea who the killer was until it was revealed. i was shocked because this character was not even on my list even though the clues were there the whole time. Great story, great characters all put into a fun Christmas themed town.
MasonCanyon More than 1 year ago
It’s the time of year to begin reading Christmas-themed stories and author Vicki Delany’s REST YE MURDERED GENTLEMEN is a perfect one to start with. The first installment in her Year-Round Christmas Mystery series, this delightful tale takes place in Rudolph, N.Y., also known as Christmas Town. Opening with the semi-annual Santa Claus parade, the author quickly draws readers into this charming, quaint town that showcases Christmas year-round. The setting is picturesque and will have visions of Christmas dancing in your head. Merry Wilkinson, owner of Mrs. Claus’ Treasures, believes her float has the best chance of winning in the semi-annual Christmas parade. However, a malfunction causes her float to be disqualified. From there things seems to go downhill fast. When a visiting journalist is found murdered, tourists begin cancelling reservations and things look grim for the town. As more mishaps occur, Merry is determined to find out who is playing Scrooge and wants Christmas Town to close its doors. The holiday spirit can be felt throughout this delightful story as the author brings readers realistic and fun characters to get to know. The setting will have you wishing for a winter wonderland to visit. REST YE MURDERED GENTLEMEN is a heartwarming beginning to what promises to be a fun new series to enjoy no matter the time of the year. This enchanting story delivers entertaining characters, a scenic setting and a murder mystery to solve. A perfect stocking stuffer for the readers on your list. 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. The thoughts are completely my own and given honestly and freely.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great easy reading boik. I felt like I was right there in the town with them! Excited for the next book!
ReadYourWrites More than 1 year ago
Great start to a new series. Can't wait for the next book. Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Add in a Christmas mystery in Rudolph, New York aka Christmas Town and I’m a happy girl. Rest Ye Murdered Gentlemen is the first book in the A Year-Round Christmas Mystery series by Vicki Delany. Vicki is an author that’s new to me and she has made me a new fan. Rest Ye Murdered Gentleman is what a cozy mystery should be. I loved that I was able to snuggle under the covers, get all cozy, and read this book. Immediately, I liked all the characters and became invested in the story. Merry Wilkinson is the owner of Mrs. Claus’s Treasures specializing in Christmas decorations. Her father is Noel, who happens to look a lot like Santa Claus himself. Merry has returned from Manhattan to find herself in the middle of an interesting tug of war for her heart. There’s Russ Durham the editor-in-chief of the Rudolph Gazette and Alan Anderson a toy maker she dated in high school. When Merry’s best friend, Vicky is accused of poisoning an international reporter, Merry goes on the hunt to find the true culprit. It seems someone is out to ruin Christmas in Rudolph. I thought this was a fabulous story. I had absolutely no idea who the killer was until the big reveal. I found myself wondering how I missed all the clues. Vicki Delany added wonderful red herrings that kept me guessing. I am soooo looking forward to the next book in this series. **Received a copy from Penguin Berkley for an honest and unbiased opinion.**
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this story alot. I'm hoping that the characters will become more fleshed out in the next book.
LisaKsBooksReviews More than 1 year ago
A year round Christmas mystery? Yes, please! Christmas is my favorite holiday, so to say I’ve been looking forward to author Vicki Delany’s new, Year-Round Christmas Mystery series would be an understatement. And Ms. Delany is off to a strong start with REST YE MURDERED GENTLEMEN. The town of Rudolph, New York, also known as Christmas Town, seems like such a magical please. Well, if you don’t count murder. Lead character, Merry Wilkinson is fun and scrappy, which leads to some truly hysterical situations. All the characters in this book are very well written, as is the extremely well plotted mystery itself. This was a real page turner, full of intrigue, action and fun. There were as many twists and turns as twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. I was guessing right up until the exciting reveal and still got it wrong! REST YE MURDERED GENTELMEN is a yuletide treat that readers are sure to enjoy!
csrsvivr More than 1 year ago
What could possibly happen in a small New York town named Rudolph; where Christmas is promoted year round? M U R D E R A sexy celebrity with an English accent comes to town to write an article about this little sleepy town and normal females start acting “goofy”. Fighting for the attentions of said Englishman. The first in a series book had me hooked for sure on who would murder anyone. I thought I knew but at the end, I was surprised and wrong. I look forward to the next book in this series to see what direction the regular characters will take. Definitely a fun read. Enjoy!!!