But a girl needs a job, so Meg bluffs her way into writing for Northwest Extreme magazine, passing herself off to editor-in-chief Greg Dixon as an outdoor adventure enthusiast. Never mind that Meg's idea of sport is climbing onto the couch without spilling her latte. So when she finds herself clawing to the top of Angel's Rest--a two-thousand-foot peak--to cover the latest challenge in a reality TV adventure show, she can't imagine feeling more terrified. Until she witnesses a body plummet off the side of the cliff. Now Meg has a murder to investigate. And if the climbing doesn't kill her, a murderer just might. . .
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Scene of the Climb
By Kate Dyer-Seeley
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Angel's Rest Summit, Oregon
My fingernails dug into the soggy dirt as my body lurched closer to the sheer cliff face. I desperately jabbed deeper into the ground for traction. It didn't work.
I kicked frantically into a boulder on my right, trying to slow my momentum. The trail was disappearing in front of me. Fast. Two more feet and I would launch over a ledge, straight down the side of the rock face.
That's when I heard the scream. It took a minute to sort out whether the sound was coming from my lungs or somewhere ahead. Definitely ahead.
I skidded over slick jagged rocks. They jammed into my exposed skin and snagged my paper-thin T-shirt.
Damn, not the shirt.
I'd spent a wad of cash I didn't have on the shirt. When I spotted it on the rack with its pale pink ivy vine design and the words "Live. Love" on the front, it spoke to me, as Gam likes to say. Plus, it's the perfect blend of Northwest chic—equal parts hippie and hipster.
At that moment I looked up to see a man's body plummet over the ledge.
I should have been concerned that I was losing ground and about to fly off after him. Instead, all I could think about was that I never should have taken that umbrella.
Yep, an umbrella. It all started four months ago with a lousy umbrella.
The winter had been particularly wet. So wet, in fact, that I almost considered my mother's nagging advice. "Mary Margaret Reed, you need to invest in an umbrella." Mother would never be caught without her Burberry checkered print umbrella.
I, on the other hand, have held a firm belief since childhood that no one should ever use an umbrella. We live in Portland, Oregon, where it rains 256 days a year. Umbrellas are for tourists and people who live in the Pearl, the pretentious upscale neighborhood where I'd been crashing on my best friend Jill's couch.
Don't get me wrong; my bestie, Jill Pettygrove, isn't the least bit pretentious. Her neighborhood is. There's a lengthy waiting list for a coveted spot in Jill's building, with its swanky lofts, roof-top garden and nightly cocktails. Of course most of these amenities are completely lost on Jill.
Bumming on her couch wasn't exactly how I planned to launch into the working world after graduating from college last summer, but I didn't have any other options.
Okay, fine, that's not entirely true. My dad, "Pops" as I called him, begged me to move back to the family farmhouse to keep him company, but the thought of my Pepto-Bismol pink bedroom and Pops' collection of old newspapers stacked in every corner of the dilapidated farmhouse made me pass on his offer—a decision I regret daily. He died in a freak accident almost a year ago. I haven't been back since.
Gam, my grandmother and mystic healer, offered me her spare room. For the record, she most certainly is not the umbrella type. If I moved in with her I couldn't imagine where she'd store her tools, as she calls them. She'd have to box up her Native American drums, crystals, gems, candles for smudging and essential oils.
Jill came to my rescue. She always does. We hit it off instantly in second grade. We're both "onlys," or in clinical terms—lonely, sad and bratty. I say we're well-adjusted and all-around awesome.
Alas, I graduated with a degree in journalism, which I quickly realized was not the wisest career choice in today's changing media environment. Since before I could ride a bike, I've dreamed about writing for The O (Oregon's Pulitzer Prize-winning paper).
Journalism school prepped us for the harsh reality of today's job market as news reporters. I think my advisor's exact words were "Newspapers are dinosaurs."
But not for me. I knew I'd be immune. The investigative work I'd done for our student newspaper had led to an editorship my senior year. An editorship. Getting a job at The O should have been a cakewalk, especially because Pops had been their lead investigative reporter for twenty years.
That's another story. Let's just say he wasn't on the best terms with the editor in chief before he died.
Call it an unkind twist of fate or plain crummy luck, my degree arrived crisp in my hand on the same day The O announced they were laying off forty reporters. It wasn't just The O. Every indie paper in town shuttered its doors. Magazines weren't much better. None were hiring. Most were scaling staff to refocus their efforts on digital media.
No one wanted to hire a recent college grad with no real world experience.
So I piecemealed together a few freelancing gigs to pay for my meager meals of grilled cheese and tomato soup. Thanks to Jill's rent-free couch, I perused Monster and Craigslist daily for any glimmer of a writing job. My searches yielded requests for Chinese and Russian translators. Nope and nope. Why hadn't I studied a foreign language in college? My two terms of conversational French weren't any help in the job hunt.
After five gloomy months, I'd given up hope. I plastered my résumé at coffee shops and dive bars. Nothing. If I couldn't find a job (any job) soon, even grilled cheese would be off the menu.
It was an especially soggy January morning when I threw on a pair of pink yoga pants, a long-sleeved T-shirt, my pink and black polka dotted rain boots and my coral Columbia rain jacket and trudged through a biting wind and sloppy sidewalks to the coffee shop two blocks from Jill's place.
The windows sweated with steam. Punk music played overhead. A bearded barista in black wire-framed glasses didn't bother to make eye contact as I snuck a look around before placing my order.
"Double mocha. Extra hot," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Whole or non-fat?" The barista kept his head down, leafing through an alternative rock magazine.
"Whole." I tried to cough under my breath. "Oh, and extra whip. Please."
He raised his eyebrows. "It's your stomach."
I inched my way through the crowd waiting at the other end of the bar for their drinks. Rain leaked from my coat. My yoga pants were plastered to my thighs. Another barista shouted out my drink order. "Full fat mocha with extra whip is up."
Scanning the room to make sure I didn't know anyone, I tried to slink casually to grab my drink. The tile floor was slick and my boots skidded through a wet puddle. I landed on my ass, soaking the only dry area remaining on my body, and nearly knocking over the customer in front of me who had retrieved her drink. A non-fat, sugar-free vanilla latte, I might add. She shot me a nasty look as her high heels clicked easily over the wet floor. Before I had a chance to haul myself up, a rough hand reached down and pulled me to my feet.
"You okay?" The voice came from a lanky, impeccably scruffy man. His chestnut hair fell in waves over his right eye and his chest muscles were easily visible underneath his one-size too tight mud marathon T-shirt. He held a dripping salmon-pink umbrella in his left hand.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks," I said, brushing water off my yoga pants.
"I believe this is yours?" the stranger said. A white paper cup with a mound of whipping cream overflowing from the top sat on the counter. He stretched his free arm out and handed me the cup.
The cup burned my fingers and whipped cream splattered as I took it from him.
"You might want to lick that before it melts." He chuckled.
I smiled uncomfortably, wishing I had bothered to brush my hair or teeth before leaving Jill's.
I held the cup in a toast. "Ah, the life of an unemployed writer—sometimes it calls for small pleasures."
I took a bite of the cream and could feel some stick to my nose. Reaching to grab a lid from the counter, I quickly wiped it off and tried squeezing the lid over the top. Whipped cream oozed down the sides of the cup. Even with a staggeringly gorgeous man in front of me (was his skin naturally olive or did he have an actual tan in January?) I couldn't resist licking the melting whipped cream with my index finger.
Pulling my jacket hood over my head, I said, "Well, I'm outta here. Thanks again."
I squeezed around tiny bistro tables as I made my way to the front door. A gust of icy air greeted me outside. I tried to balance my coffee in one hand as I zipped my coat and cinched my hood tighter.
Someone tapped my shoulder.
"You didn't let me finish. I was saying I think this belongs to you," the stranger repeated, thrusting the salmon-pink umbrella at me.
A car zoomed by on the street, spraying dirty water in our direction. The stranger stepped backward to avoid the splatter. I stood there dumbfounded.
"Nope. No way. That's definitely not mine." I shook my head.
"But it's pink and"—he paused, eyeing me from head to toe and waving his hand from my hood to boots— "you're pink."
"Today I am, but I don't own an umbrella. I don't believe in umbrellas."
"How can you not believe in umbrellas?"
What happened next is what Gam attributes to universal karma. The coffee shop door burst open and a man in a business suit exited. He brushed past us, struggling to open his ginormous golf umbrella against the wind. The moment it popped open, it caught a gust and instantly blew backward, bending the metal frame and soaking the man.
I smirked and pointed at the businessman making his way down the street with a mangled umbrella. "That's how!"
"Touché." He offered his free hand. "I'm Greg. Nice to meet you anti-umbrella woman."
"Meg," I replied, shaking it. "Nice to meet you and your pink umbrella."
He moved toward the entrance of the coffee shop and pushed open the door. "Why don't you finish your drink inside with me, where it's warmer?"
Whoa. It's not every day that an older man asks me for a drink. I hesitated for a moment before following him into the coffee shop.
Greg (umbrella man) reminded me of Don Draper from my favorite show, Mad Men. He was probably about Don's age and his body moved with the same easy swagger. If only I could transplant myself back in time. I'd definitely land in the Mad Men era.
My coffee had gone cold. The paper cup was spotted with rain and whipped cream. Greg pulled another chair to an iron bistro table next to the window. How had I managed to score an impromptu coffee?
My short blond hair needs a blow dry and serious product to make it appear funky and fun. Wet hair is not becoming on me. It was surely matted to my head and an ugly shade of dishwater brown. Not to mention my outfit—a charcoal T-shirt with pink stitching, yoga pants (aka glorified pajamas) and boots. Hardly up to par with the fashion-forward Pearl District.
Usually I'm more put together than this. Why, today of all days, had I left the loft without lip gloss or mascara?
Greg straddled the chair and leaned in. "You're a writer?"
I could feel heat rising in my cheeks. "Uh, yeah. I mean, not exactly. Jobs are scarce, you know, but I've been getting by with freelancing."
Greg rested his hand in his chin and paused, staring intently as if considering me. I fidgeted in my seat, breathing in the aroma of fresh baked banana muffins warming in the oven. God, I'd do anything for a muffin right now.
"What do you write?"
I tugged my wet coat off and noticed Greg glance at my chest. Mother swears my chest is perfectly endowed for cashmere sweaters. I should have worn one today or at least doubled up on sports bras.
"Nonfiction," I said, wrapping my arms around my chest. "I was the editor of the student newspaper at the University of Oregon. My writing's been published in a few national magazines and a bunch of blogs and e-zines."
"Hmm." Greg nodded. "So your degree's in what? English? Journalism?" "Journalism. It's kind of in my blood. My dad wrote for The O."
"Would I know him?"
"Maybe." I swirled my coffee unconsciously in my cup. "His name was Charlie Reed."
Greg let out a whistle. "The Charlie Reed? As in the Charlie Reed who blew open the meth investigation?"
"Okay, so that tells me you can probably write." He fingered the stubble on his cheeks and watched me swirl my drink. "Sorry to hear about his accident. That must have been rough."
I nodded. I didn't trust myself to respond.
Finally he said, "You're quirky, cute and I couldn't agree more on the whole umbrella thing. Tell me more. It happens I'm looking for a junior writer."
He slid a business card across the table. My fingers were sticky from the whipping cream and adhered to the card. The card was grainy, made of recycled paper and had a silhouette of a man scaling a rock wall. It read, GREG DIXON. EDITOR IN CHIEF NORTHWEST EXTREME.
Damn, he was as lovely in print as in person.
"I'm looking for someone who can write, help with layout, cover regional climbs and races, that kind of thing. Do you climb or hike much?"
"Yeah. Well, I mean not lately, but I grew up practically living in the forest with my dad. He loved the outdoors. Knew every square inch of green space within a hundred miles of the city."
"Do you do any extreme sports?"
"I'm a huge fan of windsurfing and skiing." That wasn't a lie. I am a fan. "Have you seen that new blog Summit to Surf? I'm totally addicted, especially their YouTube videos."
"No, I don't know it. But that's good. I'm really trying to push our new media— YouTube, embedded videos on the Web site. That's stuff you can do?"
"Oh yeah, for sure," I said, sloshing my coffee cup. "I managed all the online media for our student newspaper."
"Charlie Reed's daughter or not, I'll need to see a writing sample, and I have to forewarn you the pay is terrible. Basic benefits. Two weeks of vacation, but on the flip side you'll get travel expenses. We have a very flexible working schedule, and I strongly encourage my staff to exercise and get outside. We're all a bunch of adrenaline junkies."
"Great! No problem. I have a portfolio of clips—I can run and grab them. My place is only a couple blocks away," I said too eagerly.
Greg stood and returned the chair to its normal position. "E-mail's fine." He picked up the pink umbrella and rested it on the table. "You keep it."
He turned and sauntered toward the door. Pausing, he looked over his shoulder and said, "By the way, you have whipped cream on your nose."
My hand flew to my nose. I scraped the dried whipped cream off, grinned from ear to ear and raced to Jill's apartment, not noticing the pounding wind or caring that I was completely soaked again.CHAPTER 2
When I arrived at Jill's, the lights and heat were off. I dropped my newly acquired umbrella by the door and flew around the echoing room with its concrete floors and extensive windows, flipping on lights. A large oil canvas covered half of one of the slate walls.
I tried to avoid looking out the loft's windows. They make me dizzy.
Jill keeps blown-glass bowls filled with Skittles, M&M's and jelly beans on the island countertop. Her addiction to candy is legendary. Somehow it never goes to her thighs. I snatched a handful of Skittles and dug my laptop out from my bag. I tapped nervously on the granite countertop as my machine hummed to life. Come on, come on.
I Googled Greg Dixon. A hefty list of links popped up. Apparently in addition to managing Northwest Extreme, he's a world-class rock climber. And ridiculously gorgeous. I found myself clicking on every photo and expanding them to full screen.
Next, I looked over the Northwest Extreme Web site where I discovered the job posting.
Do you love adventure? Are you an intrepid pioneer with a pen and penchant for travel? Northwest Extreme seeks an entry-level reporter with reckless abandon to cover everything from motocross to snowboarding. Degree in journalism, editorial and layout experience and a lust for physical challenges required. Send salary, résumé and three published clips.
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Debut Worth Falling For Recent college grad Meg Reed is living on her friend Jill’s couch and desperately trying to find a job in journalism. She’s reached the point where she will take any job, which is why she takes a job for Northwest Extreme magazine, which focuses on outdoor activities, something Meg rarely does. Still, she pretends to enjoy them so she can land the job, hoping she can fake it. After a couple months doing filler, she lands her first big assignment when Race the States comes to Portland to film their finale. Meg’s assignment is to interview the contestants on this reality TV show and cover the production, which involves hiking some of the mountains in the area. Meg is not thrilled since she hates heights. It doesn’t help when, on a day designated for filming background, Meg sees one of the contestants plunge to his death. While Lenny wasn’t well liked since he was a jerk, who hated him enough to kill him? I’ve actually had this book for several months, but I just finally got a chance to read it. I wish I’d read it sooner because I enjoyed it. The plot could have used a little work. It all made sense in the end, but the pacing could have been better. However, the characters kept me engaged; I just loved them. They are developed and fun to spend time with. Plus, I identified with Meg’s fear of heights, which added a nice touch to this story. While not a perfect debut, it is still plenty strong. I’m looking forward to seeing where Meg’s adventure writing takes her in future books.
Very good for a new author
Scene of the Climb by Kate Dyer-Seeley is a cute cozy mystery. It is the first book in A Pacific Northwest Mystery series. Mary Margaret Reed (Meg) has just finished college. She is a journalism major living in Portland, Oregon with a penchant for pink. Unfortunately for Meg, newspapers and magazines are not doing well. The O (the newspaper that she wanted to work for) has closed its doors. Meg is staying with her best friend, Jill Pettygrove in her apartment in The Pearl (an expensive area of Portland) while looking for a job. Meg goes out to get coffee (forgetting to brush her teeth and hair) and meets Greg Dixon. Greg is the editor-in-chief of Northwest Extreme magazine. Greg has an open position and offers it to Meg. When asked about her outdoor activities (hiking, biking, skiing, etc.), Meg decides to embellish (she can walk and she sort of went skiing once). Meg’s first assignment big assignment is a feature on Race the States. It is a show filming contestants doing extreme activities. The winner will receive $1,000,000. The last leg of the race is taking place in Portland, Oregon. Unfortunately for Meg, it involves a hike up a mountain. Meg manages to the first stopping point (she wore boots that she did not break in before the hike), but then fakes a fall in order to avoid having to go onto the summit. While examining her injuries, Meg sees Lenny swan dive off the mountain. Meg is sure that it is murder and sets out to investigate (despite her boss and the sheriff telling her to stay out of it). Meg ends up in trouble and needs to be rescued from the killer. Scene of the Climb is a charming cozy mystery with fun characters, but the mystery was simple to solve. If you are good at solving mysteries, you should be able to figure it out before the body enters rigor mortis. I give Scene of the Climb 4 out of 5 stars.
The first book in the Pacific Northwest Mystery series brings the outdoors of Portland, Oregon home to cozy readers. Scene of the Climb by Kate Dyer-Seeley The First Pacific Northwest Mystery Just out of college with a degree in Journalism and still struggling with her father's unexpected death, Meg Reed is crashing on a friend's couch, desperate to find a job. Sadly, she graduated when newspapers and other print media are laying off reporters rather than hiring newbies. When a surprise opportunity appears, Meg jumps at it. As the new journalist at an extreme sports magazine, Meg has padded the adventure experience part of her resume, and is soon forced to demonstrate her skills on a hike. No easy stroll through the park, the hike spirals downhill when a loud mouthed competitor winds up dead. Kate has managed to create a likeable protagonist who makes mistakes and may rush blindly ahead in youthful exuberance, but remains engaging instead of off putting. Meg is young and naive, yet I was still able to relate to her. I can see myself running out, looking my worst, only to bump into someone important. And who hasn't made herself try to look better or more experienced than she really is? I may never have padded my resume, but I certainly know how to highlight the best parts of my abilities! Scene of the Climb, the first book in the Pacific Northwest Mystery series, brings the outdoors of Portland, Oregon home to cozy readers. You'll appreciate the scenic vistas that Kate Dyer-Seeley creates as well as the descriptive details that make even an armchair hiker like me feel as if I'm on the trail and ready for adventure. Adventure tips and scenic tour included.
Portland, Oregon, is the perfect fit for someone like Meg Reed. It’s a city with a small town feel, where she can crash on the couch of her best friend Jill, now that she’s graduated from journalism school. . . But a girl needs a job, so Meg bluffs her way into writing for Northwest Extreme magazine, passing herself off to editor-in-chief Greg Dixon as an outdoor adventure enthusiast. Never mind that Meg’s idea of sport is climbing onto the couch without spilling her latte. So when she finds herself clawing to the top of Angel’s Rest–a two-thousand-foot peak–to cover the latest challenge in a reality TV adventure show, she can’t imagine feeling more terrified. Until she witnesses a body plummet off the side of the cliff. Now Meg has a murder to investigate. And if the climbing doesn’t kill her, a murderer just might. . . Includes Adventure Guides! Dollycas’s Thoughts Meg Reed is a fantastic new heroine on the cozy scene. She embellished her “adventure lifestyle” just a bit to land the job but in the day and age you do what you have to do to get hired. Like Meg my sense of adventure is from a watching standpoint but she sure did give it the old college try. Her father was an investigative reporter and like him she keeps digging until she get answers and in this case she needs to find out why one of the reality show contestants took a dive off the top of Angel’s Rest. She is certain it was not an accident. The author has created a great cast of supporting characters as well. Meg is camped out on her friend Jill’s couch until she can afford a place of her own. Her friend Matt is a great friend but there is a little romantic tension there. Her boss Greg seems to a great guy but he could also be a suspect, no spoilers here. Meg is always so nervous around him and their interactions add a bit of humor. Like me, Meg tends to spill things and is a bit of a klutz, especially around her new boss. The setting for the story is a character in itself. Kate Dyer-Seeley is very descriptive in her writing making it very easy to see what the characters see. The beautiful skylines, the rocks, the cliffs, and the trails through the woods. Oregon has some very beautiful places for adventure enthusiasts and she sure does them justice in this story. The mystery plot is also really good. It has the expected twists but there is one in the woods that had me on the edge of my seat and when the details were revealed all the hair stood up on my arms. Kate also gives us a little cliffhanger!!! I hope the book comes out in 6 months, waiting a year would be torture :)
Good read. I will be looking forward to the next book in the series, hopefully not to far in the future.
Since I enjoyed Ellie Alexander's baking mystery series and I have been to the Pacific Northwest a few times, I wanted to try this series written under her other name. As Book #1, Scene of the Crime does a good job of setting the main characters in place and a very good job of presenting the setting. I am hoping that the next book continues certain storylines, because I am ready to travel vicariously to the Pacific Northwest with Meg and her Adventure Tips.
Scene of the Climb (Pacific Northwest #1) by Kate E. Dyer-Seeley is a fantastic enjoyable cozy mystery. Wow what a book. It ranks right up there with Nevada Barr and her National Parks Mysteries. Meg is a journalist who really needs a job and lands one literally by accident with the Northwest Extreme Magazine when she bumps into Greg who owns the magazine and by fudging and saying she is an experienced outdoor person who can hike the tough trails. When her boss Greg assigns her to cover the Race the States event will he finally find out that she really lied about her experience in hiking? Then Lenny one of the contestants falls to his death right in front of her on the trail and she is sure that the way he flew over he was pushed. Meg starts to investigate all the people involved with the race but someone doesn't want her to. Things get dangerous and Meg finds herself in harms way. Can Meg find the answers to Lenny's death, keep her job and stay alive? This a cozy mystery that has a klutzy smart character in Meg as well as a quirky Grandmother, good friends Matt and Jill and a good looking mysterious boss . The outdoors theme adds an extra element that really makes this a great mystery. The many possible murderers keeps you guessing with a surprise or two also. Just when you think you have it figured out another twist is inserted. This is a good, fun, exciting mystery with many credible suspects, with twists and turns and surprises.It has an ending that leaves you with questions and wanting more. I look forward to reading the other books in this series. If you want to check out the author and her other books here is a link to her website: http://www.katedyerseeley.com
4.5! This was really good. I probably wouldn't have read it if it wasn't for my book club picking it. I'm not a nature or fitness person but you don't have to have interest in that to enjoy this book. I'll definitely be reading the second book.
I really enjoyed this book! I'd never read anything by this author before, but saw Scene of the Climb as a book deal, so I thought I'd give her a try. I really was pleasantly surprised, and as soon as I finished the book I just had to get the next in the series, Slayed on the Slopes. Kate Dyer-Seeley is witty and weaves an interesting mystery that keeps her readers guessing "whodunit" throughout the story. I loved getting to know the main character and her close circle of friends and family. Just a few light swear words - nothing to offend. Just a clean, enjoyable read that keeps you hanging at the end of each chapter so you can't help but keep reading! Loved it...and I'm sure I'll enjoy the rest of the Pacific Northwest Mystery series.
Meg is afraid of heights and many outdoorsy things, but she is like a dog with a bone and sifts through the list of suspects that kept me guessing and kept the mystery alive in this fun cozy.
Very good read!
When I started reading Scene of the Climb, I will admit to wondering what I had gotten myself into. Climbing? On mountains, over rocks, defying death? Won’t happen for this gal under any circumstances. But by the time I figured out that although I got dizzy just thinking about some of the messes Meg gets herself into, it was too late to back out. Kate Dyer-Seeley has a winner on her hands. Meg is a young gal who is pretty much clueless, but will go to great lengths to deny it. Yes, there’s a lot of physical exertion in the story, but the back to back murders are just too connected to be coincidence. Then there’s Gam, the saucy grandmother who is part psychic, part sorceress, and exudes a whole lot of compassion and understanding. Everyone needs a Gam. The way Dyer-Seeley ends this book is astonishing, although somewhat disconcerting. I want to know what happened to her father, but it looks like I will have to wait for the second book in her Pacific Northwest Mystery series to find out. Don’t plan on going to sleep quickly when you put this one down, you’ll find your mind racing with questions about what happens next. Great read!
How do you write about extreme outdoor sports when you are terrified of heights? Megs Reed who comes from a line of great journalists doesn’t back down from anything. She needs the work and to get off her best friends couch. How long can she fool her hunky boss about her outdoor talents? How can she solve a murder when she’s dizzy and nauseous every time she climbs? Will Megs survive? Love the actual locations described by the author along the Columbia River in Portland OR.
This is a really great first book!!!! I enjoyed Meg and her friends. Every character is well developed and it may take a bit to get to know them, but the author does give you background eventually. I will say I did not care for Jill's boyfriend, nor the fact that she feels like she needs to morph into whomever she is dating. Be strong Jill! The only negative I can say about the book, was it was a bit long for a "cozy" mystery. I will, however, be reading the next book in this series!
I won this book in a giveaway. It is the first in a new series, which I always like to try. I was not sure what to expect, with it being about an adventure race and outdoor enthusiasts. Two things I am not. I was pleasantly surprised to find how much I enjoyed this. The adventure/outdoorsy parts are written in a way that even I could understand. I liked all the main characters, finding none of them over the top or unbelievable. The mystery kept me guessing right up to the end, which is the way I like my mysteries. I might say I like to figure them out ahead of time, but really, I love being surprised. What is not surprising is the cliff-hanger ending, which is what I was hoping for. It ensures that I will definitely be looking forward to the next book in this series.