I thoroughly enjoyed Greg Herren's Murder in the Rue St. Ann. It's the third Herren novel I've read (all out of order) and can't believe I've waited so long to read his sharply plotted mystery novels. Chanse McLeod is the perfect private-eye and in this novel reveals more of just "who" Chanse is....
This is book 3 in the Scotty Bradley mystery series and the best so far with many twists, turns and big surprises!! I really enjoyed it.Gregg Herren the author, has two mystery series that are set in New Orleans: Chanse Macleod and Scotty Bradley. Scotty Bradley is the more light hearted series ...
Murder hits the Big Easy.In the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Chanse MacLeod returns to a different, shattered New Orleans in an attempt to rebuild his own life and face his own future. When he discovers that his last client before the storm was murdered the very night she hired him to find her long...
Apparently, our principal, Mr. Lafferty, had the custodian or someone paint over that whole row of lockers by the end of first period. I guess they figured they couldn’t just paint his black, so they did them all. The entire hallway smelled of fresh paint—you couldn’t miss it. Glenn and the other...
All the floats and carriages were turning left to head back to Rampart Street. There was an after-party for the riders at a bar called Starlight by the Park I hadn’t planned on attending even before whatever it was I’d felt in front of Oz. As our carriage got to the corner, a drop of rain hit me ...
I pulled into the parking lot. Several other cars were there, but Allen’s white Lexus wasn’t one of them. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk with my ex. I pulled into a spot and got out of the car. I checked for reporters, laughing grimly to myself. But I’d lost the ...
She half hoped it was Vivian and half dreaded seeing her. The three days of silence after their heated kisses on her couch made her feel as if cold fingers were digging holes in her heart. Instead she watched Eryn enter the almost-empty café, rain dripping from her leather coat. “Hi, there. God, ...
The house was a beautiful old Victorian mansion that had been split into apartments. A gallery ran around the entire first floor, and the left front corner of the house featured a round tower crowned by a witch’s hat–style roof. The house itself stood three stories tall, and the second and third ...
The kindest way to describe her is to say she is difficult. Perhaps this is unfair to Valerie, but the passage of time has yet to soften the memory of the year I endured in her employ. It was a very hard year—for she was a tough taskmaster who demanded perfection from the ...