This is NOT a mystery. This is a romance/thriller. That being said...I liked the heroine somewhat, but didn't care for the story, the profanity, nor the fairly graphic sex scenes. Not my cup of tea.Goodreads definition of a cozy mystery is as follows in the next paragraph. This book most certainl...
Death, Taxes and a Skinny No-Whip Latte by Diane KellyWho knew a mystery with an IRS investigator could be so funny?Okay, I did because I'd read Diane Kelly's first Death book, but this second one is a Hoot! Here are a couple of examples. "In the preceding presidential election debates, Texan ca...
While I didn't like this book as much as the previous two entries in the series it was still an enjoyable book overall. This time around Tara and the gang are out to bring down a club owner who may or may not be running drugs and prostitution out of his business. On the personal front, Tara and N...
(I received this book from a Goodreads Giveaway)I wanted to like this book so much more than I did. It wasn't even that I didn't enjoy the read, just that it was merely okay, resulting in me being unlikely to pick up this series again. The protagonist is fun (though I definitely don't think she's...
Another dog detective series that I absolutely love! (There's only 1 other that gets 5 stars from me, and all the others that I've read just don't get close).I highly recommend this book. Diane Kelly did a fantastic job with this -- a unique setup for the partnership, and the character developmen...
We feasted until we risked a stomach rupture, then returned to the car, moving it to the parking lot of the Hustler Club where we could keep an eye on the front door. Flowing in and out was a steady stream of men, ranging from groups of fresh-faced college boys to solitary gray-haired geezers.I p...
Weeeee! “Hang on, girl!” Megan called back as she braked the cruiser to a quick stop in the gravel-strewn lot. Brigit could tell Megan was excited. She was breathing rapidly and pecking away at her laptop like her fingers were on fire. Click-click-click-click-click. Brigit had no idea what her pa...
Rather than fill the detective’s unmarked car with Brigit’s fur, she suggested we take my cruiser. I believed she deserved due warning. “I’m driving the Barf-mobile.” “Thanks for the heads-up. The shaking I can handle, but that smell?” She grimaced and pulled a small jar of VapoRub from her desk ...
On the bright side, I also left with a bag full of scrumptious Italian food and a printout of today’s sales figures, as well as those for the last week and month. I kept a close eye on my rearview and side mirrors, checking for a tail. There was none. Good. I felt smug knowing I’d fooled the alle...
My alarm went off much too early the next morning. Having lost three hours’ sleep to my late-night mission, I had to fight the urge to yank the plug out of the wall. Still, though I might be exhausted, I had a job to do. Uncle Sam didn’t pay me to loll about in bed. I only hoped he’d reimburse my...
The only remaining pairs were my Monday and Thursday panties. I opted for the Monday pair, slipped them on, and finished dressing. As Alicia took her shower shortly thereafter, I snuck into my guest room and looked around for her jewelry. I found it in a small case on top ...
Christina and I dressed trashy, hung out in the ’hood, and did our best to suck up to Joe. It wasn’t easy. Not only did he make our skin crawl, but the Latino guys who lived across the street made a habit of stepping into line behind us each day, disabling us from engaging in private conversation...