“Murder in the Aisles” by Olivia Hill is a delightful read that will consume the reader from the first page to the very last word. The narrative drew me in immediately because of each of the well-defined story elements. The settings: Washington, DC metro area, realistic character personalities, reasonable character dialogue and strong plot and resolution.
Felicia Swift is the brains and soul of “Murder in the Aisles”. She is a woman who rocks on the job and perhaps in the secret pleasure dwelling of her home. Her chemistry is the element that stirs and rattles the cages of any gentlemen regardless of his status in the Washington, DC corporate / government arena.
Dr. Felicia Swift, Senior Research Librarian must work with Detective Mark Rizzo an investigator on the murder of Dr. Paul Dresden. Of course, the chemistry and atmosphere is a bit tense because of the macho ego of Mark not to mention Felicia's hot body, brain and her OCD along with the talent for finding the smallest detail as a researcher.
I enjoyed the manner in which Ms. Hill incorporated the sarcasm. It was wrapped neatly in the dialogue between Felicia and the investigator. There is sassy, sensual play between Rizzo and Swift. It made the story mysteriously entertaining.
The secondary characters: Lucy, Emily Windsor, Elaine Burke, Dr. Wallington, and Captain Theo Burke maintain the bounce and rhythm of a fast pace mystery thick with sexiness and co-conspirators. The rising and falling actions created by Ms. Hill demonstrate a craft many authors crave because this keeps her audience engaged and attentive.
How hot can Ms. Hill turn up the flames between Felicia and Mark? Will they get burned or will someone extinguish it before it engulfs them both? Can they focus on the task at hand of solving the “Murder in the Aisles”?
The Felicia Swift Mystery series looks like a winner in my opinion and I hope the next installment is on the way.
Murderous intent is no match for killer intellect accessorized with stiletto heels.
If there’s one thing Felicia Swift likes more than sex, it’s books. But her dream job at the Library of Congress takes a macabre turn when she finds a linguistics specialist lying dead between his least favorite subjects: Anthropology and Astrophysics.
Worse, the utterly sexy detective seems to have his eyes on Felicia’s curves more than the evidence, which she is convinced points at the wrong man. And she plans to convince him of just that—right after he buys her an apple martini.
Mark Rizzo plans to wrap up this investigation as quickly as possible. Until he realizes the witness isn’t some dumpy, wizened librarian, but a researcher with endless legs, bottomless intellect, and a bulldog determination to complicate this open-and-shut case all to hell.
As Felicia and Rizzo dig closer to the truth, the real culprit gets jittery enough to try something desperate. Leaving Felicia to wonder if their investigation will lead them down the aisle of no return.
Warning: Contains a jaded detective with more scuffs, scrapes, and scars than a well-loved pair of Timberlands. Plus a more fashion-forward (and probably better smelling) sleuth than Sherlock Holmes who’s as picky about her lovers as she is about her shoes—and make no mistake, she’s had plenty of both.