While driving to her hat shop, Crowning Glory, Missy accidentally sideswipes a car parked in front of Dogwood Manor, an antebellum mansion being converted into a high-end hotel by the much-reviled property developer Herbert Solomon. Of course, the car is his Rolls Royce. But Solomon is too busy berating his contractor and interior designer to worry about a little fender bender. When Missy returns to check out the mansion’s chapel where her latest client will be married, she finds the developer dead on his property. After an autopsy finds poison in his body, Missy’s shop is then flooded right before it’s supposed to be featured in an article about wedding-veil trends. Now before everything becomes sheer disaster, she’ll have to train her sights on finding a killer . . .
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Kudzu vines hung over the mansion's chain-link fence like tattered green bath mats tossed there to dry. Nothing could obscure what lay behind the overgrown fence, though — a beautiful antebellum mansion left to crumble and fade in the Louisiana sun.
I'd driven by the 1850s showpiece on this Monday morning to see what all the fuss was about. I'd read about the mansion in the real estate section of the Bleu Bayou Impartial Reporter, and since my morning commute took me nearby, I'd veered from LA-18 for a peek.
I owned a hat shop in town called Crowning Glory, so I spent my days crafting custom wedding veils, fascinators, and whatnot for brides who got married on the Great River Road. But my nights? Those told a different story. At night, I dreamt about grand Doric columns, scrolled corbels nestled beneath pitched roofs, and elegant staircases that swept toward heaven.
All like the finishing touches on this mansion. Well, maybe not now, since cracks veined the two-story columns, paint flaked from the carved corbels, and even more kudzu covered the marble staircase. But, no matter.
Not even a scaffold on the eastern side could obscure its beauty. The second-story scaffold was new, since it wasn't in the newspaper photo. It looked like a giant Tinkertoy set had been clicked into place under the windows, and workers had erected another set over the front door. A Been There, Dump That trash container, layered with hunks of plaster, clumps of rotted wood, and discarded two-by-fours, held the refuse like an overturned box for the Tinkertoys.
I slowly cruised past the Dumpster on the empty road. The layers of debris stair-stepped to an old whiskey barrel, which caught my eye. The barrel lay on its side and fingers of sunlight reached through the broken staves, like the dying whiskey maker's outstretched hand.
The cask sparked a memory. A similar barrel had appeared about eight months ago, when I arrived for work on New Year's Day to find it in the parking lot behind my hat studio. A trickle of blond, blood-splattered hair spilled from the opening of that one, like dirty salt poured onto black, peppery asphalt. The scene had mesmerized and repelled me at the same time.
I immediately hit the brakes and my Volkswagen skidded to a stop. Sweet mother of pearl! A cloud of pea gravel and road dust swirled around me. I'd obviously slammed into something ... but what?
The only sounds came from the rush of blood whooshing between my ears and tanker trucks that rumbled down nearby LA-18.
And then I heard it. The unmistakable clunk of something hard falling on the road behind me.
Reluctantly, I dragged my gaze to the rearview mirror. Sure enough, I'd sideswept a car that was parked under an unusually robust clump of kudzu. The impact sheared the side mirror clean off its base, and the shiny metal orb rolled merrily along Church Street, end over end, as if happy to be free of the car.
And not just any car. I'd struck a Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow, which hulked by the side of the road like a shiny Marathon oil tanker.
Only one person around here could afford such a nice car, and only one person would park it so willy-nilly. Herbert Solomon, one of Louisiana's most notorious billionaires, had to be nearby.
Dagnabit! I'd had the distinct displeasure of meeting Mr. Solomon when I first moved to Bleu Bayou, more than two years ago now. It'd happened at Morningside Plantation, another grand old home not far from here, when a wedding planner hired me to make a custom veil for a bride.
The bride turned out to be Mr. Solomon's daughter, Trinity. Only, the girl never got to wear her custom veil, because someone murdered her the night before the big event. The crime rocked our little community, and it hardened Mr. Solomon even more, if that was at all possible.
Since then, he'd handled his grief in a most unusual way. While others might turn to exercise classes, support groups, or, unfortunately, copious amounts of alcohol to dull the pain, he chose a different path. He charged through southern Louisiana with his checkbook open and offered to buy any antebellum property an owner cared to sell, for twice its appraised value.
He didn't care about preserving these historic gems. No, his goal was to renovate them into high-end hotels and wedding venues and become the area's first gazillionaire. He didn't always succeed, but it wasn't for a lack of trying.
Apparently, he'd sweet-talked the owners of Dogwood Manor into selling it to him, since his car skulked on the property. Is nothing sacred? Why do people keep selling to him? Before long, this stretch of the Mississippi River would become known as "hotel row," and not a historic site like it was meant to be, where gracious antebellum homes paid homage to the best and worst parts in Louisiana's history.
If I didn't feel so guilty about knocking his side mirror clean off its base, I might charge into the mansion and give Mr. Solomon a piece of my mind. Or, as my granddaddy would say, I'd "lay down the country and lay it down good."
Instead, I pulled the Volkswagen to the side of the road and hopped out of the car. Once I slammed Ringo's door shut — I'd nicknamed my car for another, more famous, Beatle — I hightailed it to the mansion.
Heat radiated off the asphalt and warmed the soles of my ballet flats, even at eight in the morning, as I made a beeline for a massive iron gate left to stand between brand-new sections of chain link. A Master padlock held the original gate closed, which meant I'd have to come up with plan B to get inside the property.
I carefully threaded my face between two of the gate's rusty bars and gazed over the lawn.
Tools lay everywhere. A belt sander topped a pile of shutters; two wood sawhorses held what I guessed to be the front door, since a blue plastic tarp covered a hole over the entrance; and an industrial pressure washer suckled at a rusty faucet.
"Yoo-hoo!" While tools lay everywhere, the people who operated them were nowhere to be found. "Anyone here?"
A cicada in a nearby rosebush provided the only response.
I frowned and pulled away from the bars. I could leave a note on the windshield of Mr. Solomon's Rolls and explain what happened. Or I could call his office and confess my mistake, hopefully to an answering machine. Then again, I had a perfectly good Allstate insurance agent back in town who might be willing to bear his tongue-lashing in my place.
But none of those options sounded good. They all sounded cowardly, not to mention downright unneighborly. I paused, and in a moment, the problem resolved itself. Someone's voice rose above the cicada, loud and clear, and his sharp words roiled under the plastic tarp.
"We open in five days. Five days! Do you understand that?" The voice came from inside the mansion, and the speaker didn't wait for a response. "We're running out of time, gentlemen."
There was no mistaking Mr. Solomon's voice. While his tone made me rethink my enthusiasm for a face-to-face meeting, I didn't have much choice at this point, so I took a deep breath and grasped the brand-new padlock on the gate. Whoever placed it there forgot to engage the lock, bless his heart, and the shackle hovered over the locking mechanism. One twist and the gray chain slithered to the ground.
I waited for the last link in the chain to drop. Then I pushed on the massive iron gate for all I was worth.
Cccrrreeeaaakkk! Slowly, it yawned open, like every rusted gate in every low-budget horror movie I'd ever seen. The only things missing were a creepy butler in a tuxedo jacket and the minor chords of Beethoven'sSonata No. 17.
Thank goodness I'd opted to wear ballet flats today. I carefully stepped around dropped nails, shards of wood, and broken kudzu vines to reach the marble staircase and the makeshift front door.
The scaffold loomed above me. Is it bad luck to walk under a scaffold, à la a ladder? Since I guessed not, I ducked beneath the planks and emerged in a cavernous foyer with whitewashed walls and a stained-glass window at the tippy top. A floating staircase, with mahogany banisters, rose through the center of the foyer and split the house in two. One wing led east, while the other headed west. The scent of sawdust and turpentine tinged the air.
I didn't have much time to look around, though, since the voice returned.
"No excuses, gentlemen! Either meet the damn deadline, or you don't get paid."
As soon as he fell silent, footsteps scurried across the floor, as if Mr. Solomon's audience couldn't wait to escape. Someone quickly popped around the corner, and I nearly toppled back against the tarp.
"Whaddya want?" An older man in an orange vest and battered hard hat appraised me warily.
He appeared to be a supervisor, since he held a paint-flecked clipboard.
"I need to speak to Mr. Solomon. Can you tell me where he is?"
"Unfortunately, yes." The foreman rolled his eyes. "He's always hanging around here. We'd finish this project a hell of a lot quicker if he'd just stay away."
"I won't keep you, then. I just need to know where he is."
Little by little, the man's jaw untensed. "Yeah, okay. Sorry about that. Didn't mean to take it out on you. It's just that Mr. Solomon's paying me good money to oversee this project, but he won't let me do my job. The whole crew's ready to mutiny."
"Uh, that's too bad. Could you maybe tell me which way to go?"
He flicked the clipboard east. "He's over there, in the library. I'm warning you, though. You might be sorry you asked for him."
"Fair enough. And I'm sorry about your troubles, Mr. ..."
"Truitt. It's Shep Truitt. I'm the construction foreman here. Or so I like to think. To hear Mr. Solomon tell it, he's the one doing all the work."
Before the scowl could return, I carefully sidestepped the foreman. Apparently Shep Truitt had plenty to say about his employer, and all day to say it. "Thank you," I called over my shoulder as I hurried away.
After a few steps, I entered the hall to the east wing, which was covered in muslin to protect the hardwood from paint splatters. My feet slapped the runner, like a dry paintbrush hitting the side of a can, and I passed a jumble of paint rollers, tape, and caulk. The walls were primed, but not yet painted, and a raw-wood chair rail ran down the length of it.
By the time I reached a double-wide door at the end of the hall, after passing a half-dozen closed doors on either side, the construction noise resumed. Someone fired up a belt sander on the second floor, while hammers and nail guns took up the chorus. Before long, a symphony of clanks and whira and banga rang out.
The double-wide door lay open at the end of the hall. I stepped into the library, which was lined from floor to ceiling with glimmering mahogany bookcases. On each side of the cases sat elaborate end tables decorated with cut-glass lamps. A large ladder — its feet shod in shiny brass wheels — leaned against the bookcase nearest me.
That was where I found Mr. Solomon, standing under the fifth rung, as he gazed at a bare shelf. Apparently he doesn't care about bad luck and ladders.
He turned when I approached, no doubt alerted by my footsteps in the hall.
He'd aged since our last meeting. What was left of his gray hair was gone, and purple spots flared across his scalp.
"The hotel isn't open yet." He waved his right hand dismissively. "Come back next week."
"That's not why I'm here." I threw him a half-hearted smile as I entered the room, knowing full well he wouldn't return it. "We've met before, Mr. Solomon. I'm Melissa DuBois. I made the veil for your daughter's wedding."
"I know who you are. You shouldn't be here."
Although I didn't expect a hug, for goodness sakes, would it kill him to be civil? I inched closer. "I thought you might've mistaken me for a tourist."
"This is a construction zone, Miss DuBois. No one's allowed in here without a hard hat."
I glanced at his bald head but withheld my comments. Better to use honey than vinegar with this one. "I only want a minute of your time. I'm afraid there's been a little fender bender."
"What do you mean ... a 'fender bender'?"
"I kinda knocked the mirror off your car." My voice faltered. Admitting the mistake was one thing, but his icy stare was quite another.
"I'll be happy to pay for it," I quickly added. "The mirror's still okay. It's just not where it's supposed to be." I laughed, but it sounded as phony at it felt.
"You think this is funny?" He finally moved away from the bookcase and walked over to where I stood. "Apparently you damage my car, then you trespass on my property, and now you have the nerve to laugh about it?"
"No, no." I shook my head. "I'm not laughing about it. And I couldn't drive away without telling you. I fully intend to pay for the damages. I just didn't notice your car when I drove by."
"How could you miss it?" He scoffed, until something worse flickered across his face: doubt. "Wait a minute. You weren't texting, were you? By God, if you were on your cell phone, I'll sic my attorney on you!"
I shook my head even harder. "No, no. That's not it. I swear, I wasn't texting."
"Then why didn't you see my car?"
"I noticed something in your trash bin. It's a long story. I just didn't want you to think I hit your car and took off again."
He stared me down for a moment, until his gaze finally swept to the doorway. "Hank! Get in here."
A middle-aged man appeared. It was Hank Dupre, a local Realtor and my assistant's uncle. Everyone knew Mr. Dupre on account of his loud parties and even louder wardrobe. Today he wore an orange polo with red flames that licked across the front panel like wildfire.
"Hello, Mr. Dupre." I realized my mistake right away. "I mean, uh, Hank." I always forgot to call him by his first name, which drove him to distraction.
"That's better. Hello, Missy."
"What brings you out here this morning?"
"I handled the sale for this place," he said. "And I wanted to meet the interior designer today. She's supposed to be a real whiz."
I hadn't spoken to Hank Dupre since Ambrose and I discovered a dead body at a mansion not far from here, which happened at the start of the new year. That was the case that involved a whiskey barrel, which got me into this mess in the first place. "It's good to see you again."
"You, too." Hank turned to Mr. Solomon. "Is that the designer in the hall?" He jerked his thumb back to indicate a petite woman standing behind him.
She wore a beige linen pantsuit and sky-high stilettos. The shoes seemed a little unsafe for a construction zone, if you asked me, but she stood barely five feet tall, so maybe she needed every inch she could get.
"That's her," Mr. Solomon said. "Erika, come over here."
The woman quickly approached us when he called, then she extended her right hand. She held a clear Lucite clipboard in the other one. "Hello. I'm Erika Daniels."
"Melissa DuBois. Pleased to meet you." I returned her handshake, surprised by the strength of the woman's grip. And, unlike me, she wore a white hard hat over her hair.
I waited for her to shake Hank's hand before I spoke again. "I hear you're an interior designer."
"Yes. I got my degree at the New York School of Interior Design. I focus on old homes, like this one." She turned to Mr. Solomon. "By the way, the west wing is shaping up nicely, so now it's time to work on this wing. I think —"
"We need to talk about that." Mr. Solomon obviously couldn't wait to regain control of the conversation. "I thought you promised that the library would be done by now. We have our first wedding on Saturday, remember? I don't want you to slap it together at the last minute."
Her smile thinned. "I don't intend to 'slap anything together'. The books will be delivered this afternoon. All the classics, like you wanted. And, I found the perfect mirror for the hall bathroom. I just need your signature on the purchase order."
Mr. Solomon snatched the clipboard from her. Purple spots covered his wrist, too, and I wondered whether the stress of the renovation had caused the rash to spread.
"All right." He removed a pen from the hinge and hastily scrawled his name. "Here you go." He thrust the clipboard back at her. "Hope this purchase doesn't break our budget, like some of your other ones."
"Of course not. Well, it was nice to meet you two." She began to back away from us, as if she didn't trust Mr. Solomon enough to turn her back on him.
"As for you," Mr. Solomon returned his attention to Hank, "I need you to go outside with Miss DuBois and check on my car. Apparently she barreled into my side mirror."(Continues…)
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Death Comes to Dogwood Manor (Missy DuBois Mystery #4) “Death Comes to Dogwood Manor” is the first installment I have read in the “Missy DuBois Mystery” series. I found it enjoyable and fun. I did not have any trouble getting caught up with the characters or the previous happenings. I enjoyed protagonist Missy DuBois and felt she was a perfect character for this delightful southern cozy. Set in Louisiana, Missy is a hat designer and making a southern bride happy is a difficult job, so she has her hands full with her work. Somehow thought, Missy’s gets involved in murder mysteries. This is one of those times. Crowning Glory owner, Missy, is on her way to check out Dogwood Manor for a wedding she is involved in later in the week. I guess she is human because as she is driving up to the imposing building, she is checking out the work being done and clips the mirror of a Rolls Royce. It just happens to belong to the man converting the antebellum mansion Herbert Solomon. He is not a very nice man. It seems no one likes him or even gets along with him. So when he winds up dead and Missy is the one who finds him, she has a long list of suspects and not much time to deal with this mystery. Her shop is being featured in a magazine, being redone and at her own fault it is flooded. Somehow, with the help of friends and new acquaintances she gets everything done. One of the things I really enjoyed about this cozy is the cast of characters. Some books have a full ensemble of characters and for me, it can get confusing. I liked that Missy had her boyfriend and a few others in her life. It only makes sense as busy as she is that her circle of friends would be smaller. I enjoyed their relationships and the way they worked together seamlessly. It also made coming into the series at the 4th book so much easier. The author’s well developed characters and entertaining writing style made this an easy read. I recommend this quick and fun read to any cozy lover, especially those who enjoy a trip to the south. “Death Comes to Dogwood Manor” was just the right mix of humor, intrigue and friendship. As I have said, even coming into the series late, this was easy to get caught up. So you can definitely read this installment without having read the others. I was kindly given a copy of this book by the author. My review is not based on that and it in no way influenced my opinion. I read the paperback version
Death comes to dog wood manor was a smooth and easy read. I enjoyed meeting all the characters and was glad the author mentioned the background of some of them since i had not read any of the previous books. However, the characters background only need to be mentioned once and not multiple times throughout the novel. I did enjoy the mystery and did not suspect who was the killer. And i definitely want to read the next story after that cliff hanger ending!
I thoroughly enjoyed this book! Sandra Bretting character Missy DuBois is delightful! I could just picture the town of Blue Bayou and all of the characters. She keeps you guessing the who done it an also getting to know a little bit of Louisiana, I will definitely be reading her other books. If you like light hearted books, you will really enjoy this one.
The premise sounded promising: a hat designer for brides who lives in a small southern town and helps the police solve murders. So why didn't I like the book? There were so many reasons, it's hard to know where to start. How about the disclaimer about the cover? There is a disclaimer on the copyright page that reads: "To the extent that the image or images on the cover of this book depict a person or persons, such person or persons are merely models, and are not intended to portray any character or characters featured in the book." I guess this means don't get your hopes up that the book includes a Barbie doll-type construction worker. This is the fourth book in the series, and told in the first person by Missy DuBois, the hat designer and amateur detective. She redundantly explains many details, but neglects to tell the reader that her platonic roommate and now boyfriend Ambrose is also nicknamed "Bo." For most of the book I thought it was an editing error and the author had changed the name from Bo to Ambrose but didn't make all the corrections. She goes back and forth between the two names even on the same page. Very confusing. There are way too many references to the hot parking lot - like every time Missy gets into or out of a car. The use of stereotypical southern phrases is heavy-handed, such as "Bless her heart," "Sweet mother-of-pearl," "Lorda mercy" and probably the most unbelievable phrase coming from a young woman: "Dagnabit." Regarding the story, there were several possible murder suspects, but the actual killer and murder weapon were letdowns for me. I found it hard to believe that the police detective of Bleu Bayou is also Missy's childhood friend AND depends on her to help solve these murders. The ending seemed to wrap up too quickly, yet the book was less than 200 pages. I received an advance reader's copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
I had the pleasure of reading Death Comes To Dogwood Manor by Sandra Bretting. The "manor" appears to be a popular place that more than one party was interested in buying. One wanted to restore it to its antebellum era magnificence and the other, a developer, wanted to make it into an event venue. When the developer is found dead by our lovely Missy DuBois, she just has to get involved. After all, she IS the one that found the body! Clues galore and fingers pointing, Missy investigates in her own special way while trying to keep her hat making business going and her boyfriend, Ambrose interested. Those boyfriends just never seem to understand our lovely sleuths reasons for having to get involved now do they? The book is well written and keeps you guessing until the very end. The characters are well defined. This is the fourth book in the series and even though I had not read the previous books I was able to keep up as the author provided just enough background snippets throughout the story to give the reader insight on what had gone on previously. The story was so good that I will be looking forward to the next book in the series. I was offered this book to read in return for an honest review.
I enjoyed this installment of the Missy DuBois Mystery series. This is number four but can be read as a standalone. The setting is Blue Bayou, Louisiana. Melissa (Missy) is a milliner whom stumbles upon the dead, grouchy, and stingy billionaire in his project remodel of Dogwood Manor. The mansion is in the process of being transformed into a hotel. One of Missy friend is Lance La Porte, a detective. She calls him and the case begins, incase it’s murder and not accidental or natural causes. There are plenty of misdirection and twists and turns throughout the story. A subplot is the remodel of Missy’s Shop, Crowning Glory. She has a photo shoot in two days and has decided the current set up isn’t chic enough. Another subplot is the wedding of the local TV reporter and it’s tied to the milliner’s shop and Dogwood Manor. This is a quaint southern cozy. Loved the interactions between the characters, the descriptions, and the outrageous sayings attributed to the south. This just adds to the charm. What I found a little off was the TV reporter’s request for a refund for her veil from Missy but not to ask for the wedding dress payment back when she chooses a new location and outfit for the wedding. Asking for a refund was way out of line. Otherwise. This is a great read! I highly recommend it. I received an Advanced Reader’s Copy from the author and The Review Crew. Thank-you for allowing me to read and review this book. Thank-you Lyrical Underground for publishing this series. These are my own opinions.
I enjoyed this novel. Missy is a fun, quirky character. Her occupation was something new and interesting to me. I love finding characters who have an occupation that I am not familiar with. It just adds to the story. The rest of the characters in the story are also likable and held interest. I also liked the setting and I loved the descriptive aspects of the story. Everything that was described I could see in my mind's eye. I found this to be a fun read and I recommend it for those looking for a light and entertaining read. I received a complimentary copy and voluntarily post an honest review.
Things are heating up in the south especially when everyone's least favorite billionaire keels over! Missy once again finds herself in the thick of things as she finds the body and helps her friend who is a deputy unravel the mystery of the man's death. Humor, southern charm and relatable characters keep you interested in a well developed plot with multiple suspects to keep you guessing! Definitely a great book to keep you entertained for the day and if you haven't read the series, you definitely should as the series is a fun way to spend a few days entertaining your brain in a series of "whodunits!" I'm looking forward to the next book in the series already!
Death Comes to Dogwood Manor (A Missy DuBois Mystery) is a fun, fast-moving book that I really enjoyed. Missy DuBois is a hat designer in Bleu Bayou, Louisiana with a tendency for stumbling upon dead bodies, like the one she finds at Dogwood Manor, an antebellum house on the River Road that is being renovated by billionaire Herbert Solomon. Residents of Bleu Bayou are not happy with Solomon because he refuses to restore historic homes like Dogwood Manor to their original glory, instead opting to turn them into modern, high-priced hotels. Needless to say, the list of suspects in his questionable death is quite long, and Missy teams up with her detective best-friend, Lance, to try to solve the murder, while also running and renovating her hat shop, Crowning Glory, dealing with finicky brides and trying to spend time with her significant other, Ambrose (Bo). Although this book is the fourth in the Missy DuBois Mystery series, it can definitely stand on its own, and certainly whetted my appetite for reading the preceding books. The mystery was well thought out, and I was left guessing until the very end. I found the characters to be engaging and well-developed and also loved all of Missy's southern phrases such as "Bless Your Heart" and "Great Mother of Pearl." I look forward to more of Missy's adventures in the near future. I received an ARC of this book from the author. All thoughts and opinions are solely my own.
Death Comes to Dogwood Manor is was a delightful mystery with easily relatable characters. I love books that center around the wedding business and the idea of someone who creates wedding veils and those fascinators that royal weddings have made popular offers a unique take on a favored cozy mystery sub-genre. In typical cozy fashion, Misty manages to trip over bodies at River Road mansions that her clients use as wedding venues. For a different feel, local law enforcement appreciates her input on the crimes. I know it is not realistic but I enjoy this different slant and, knowing how different life is in small towns, can image it happening with long time friends. He boyfriend Bo is great and the romantic element is sweet but you know that in the background things can get hot. It is wedding season and Misty is swamped so the last thing she needs is to stumble over another body but that doesn't keep her nosiness in check or keep her from turning up another body. The late owner of the current venue was a true grumpy old man so the number of suspects is almost endless. A frustrating bride, a magazine interview and disaster do not leave time for a murder investigation and a real life so it is the life that has to be sacrificed. Fortunately for Misty that is just a figure of speech but food, sleep, and romance are not things she wants to give up. This series is definitely for avid cozy readers to check out. I received a copy of this book from the author but it is the fun I had reading it that make me want to share it with my friends.
Death Comes to Dogwood Manor (A Missy DuBois Mystery)I was given this book by NetGalley in exchange for my honest review. This cozy mystery by Sandra Bretting is great fun. Missy, on her way to her shop, Crowning Glory, has a car accident in front of Dogwood Manor. This once beautiful mansion is being changed into a hotel by Herbert Solomon. His is the car that Missy runs into. A Rolls Royce, no less. This is not a big concern to Herbert as he is too busy dealing with the remodel. Missy returns to the mansion to check out the chapel where one of her clients is getting married. While there she finds Herbert Solomon dead, by poison. Missy just seems to run into one misfortune after another in this enjoyable book. I have enjoyed Sandra Bretting's books in the past and I have a feeling I will be reading more of her works int he future. Highly recommended.
Missy accidentally sideswipes a car parked in front of Dogwood Manor which happens to be the Rolls Royce owner by developer Herbert Solomen. When Missy later returns to Dogwood Manor to measure the chapel for a custom veil made for a client she finds Mr. Solomen dead. Not there is a murder, magazine article and her shop Crowning Glory is flooded. Can Missy stop find a killer, fix a veil and save her shop in time? This was my first book by Sandra Bretting and I was not disappointed in the least her quirky characters and unfortunate events leave you wanting to binge read till the last even leaving you with a cliffhanger for the next read. You feel for Missy and her sometimes chaotic thoughts who leave everyone wondering what she is thinking and yet the police seek out her advice as the case progresses because everyone wants to tell Missy what exactly they think about what is going on. It is one of those rare who done its that you are not really shocked by the killer but by the motive.
This is a southern mystery that is full of surprises. This is the first book that I have read in this series and didn't feel lost at all. I immediately felt like I was in Louisiana as soon as I started reading this book. The descriptions of the town and the weather are so vivid. I liked Missy and the other characters in the book and the mystery was interesting. So many things happened in the book related to the mystery and Missy's hat shop, which is an interesting business on it's own. I loved the descriptions of the hats that she was designing for the brides and that added to the ambiance of the story for me. I was surprised at the end by who committed the crime, always a sign of a good book in my opinion. I look forward to going back and reading the other books in this series. Thank you to the The Cozy Mystery Review Crew and Sandra Bretting for a copy of this book. This did not influence my review in any way.
When Melissa DuBois decides to stop and take a look at an antebellum mansion, little does she know that it will involve her in another murder. Herbert Solomon is turning Dogwood Manor into a luxury hotel, but his methods have made him many enemies. Apparently one of them couldn't take anymore and killed him. Missy is determined to find out which one. I can't get enough of this Southern belle. She's smart and sassy as well as an amazing sleuth. The way she handles her customers at her hat shop, Crowning Glory, especially Stormie Lanai. Ambrose, Missy's boyfriend, is a keeper. He's there to support and comfort her. I love a man who can cook. Also, I enjoyed Missy's friendship with Lance LaPorte, longtime friend and Police Detective. These two work well together. Sandra Bretting wrote a complex mystery that pulled me in. I loved the setting and the secondary characters. Both added so much to this cozy mystery. I'm really enjoying this series. I received a copy of this book which I voluntarily read and reviewed. My comments are my honest opinion.
Sandra Betting’s Death. Comes To Dogwood Manor Let us take a trip to Bleu Bayou, Louisiana to visit Missy DuBois, milliner and amateur sleuth. Missy runs the Crowning Glory boutique where she designs hats and veils. Her significant other, Ambrose ‘Bo’ Jackson who designs wedding dress works in the same complex. On the way to work, Missy stops at Dogwood Manor. This is an old antebellum house that is being renovated by billionaire Herbert Solomon. Herbert is not well liked. Later in the day Missy returns to the Manor where she discovers the billionaire dead in a small bedroom in the Manor. How did he die? With so many people not liking him, the suspect list is lengthy. Vivid, colorful, quirky, well defined cast of characters involved in a complex mystery. Well written, detailed description, southern charm, southern dialect and sayings plus southern sweet ice tea, fried chicken and jambalaya. I was immediately drawn into this delicious read. This is book # 4 in A Missy DuBois Mystery series.It can be read as a stand alone. I volunteered to read an advance copy of the book. Thanks to author via the Cozy Mystery Review Crew for the book. My opinion is my own.
Protagonist Missy DuBois has built a successful business designing hats and veils in her Crowning Glory boutique in Bleu Bayou, Louisiana. Her significant other, Ambrose ‘Bo’ Jackson creates stunning wedding dresses, and the pair work well together. As the story begins, a curmudgeon billionaire who purchased the historic Dogwood Manor home has apparently ticked off someone so badly they’ve murdered him. Missy has to deal with a bridezilla whose wedding was to take place at Dogwood Manor just a few days later. Meanwhile, Missy is scrambling to see to a cosmetic makeover for her shops interior before a popular bridal magazine comes to interview her. Her friend, Detective Lance LaPorte, agrees Herbert Solomon's death is suspicious, and Missy goes into investigate mode to follow up on some of the people the billionaire had run-ins with before his death. I thought this was an engaging plot that flows along at a steady pace. Bits of humor liven the story and the romance between Missy and Ambrose is given just the right amount of attention so it doesn’t distract from the mystery. I remember the cast of recurring characters from previous books and enjoy re-visiting with them again. I had an idea who the culprit was and found the reveal contains an interesting bit of history that adds to their evilness! There’s sort of a cliffhanger ending, yet I don’t feel like it distracts from the story in any way. It just makes me want to read the next story! I reviewed an ARC provided by NetGalley and Kensington. Thank you.