Halloween and cozy mysteries...two of my favorite things so this book should have had it in the bag. But it didn't.
How could something so right go so very wrong?
Unfortunately it went wrong in so many ways...
Krissy Hancock, bookstore cafe owner, has been invited to a Halloween party at one of the town's wealthiest homes. What should have been a fun night goes terribly wrong with a run-in with an old flame, a failed marriage proposal, and a murder.
Standard cozy mystery drama.
But I hated it. I just couldn't connect. You go into a cozy mystery expecting certain things, like the main character being able to connect the dots so she can solve the murder. I don't think Krissy could connect the dots with neon signs pointing the way.
I found Krissy to be very unlikeable and completely clueless about everything and she wasn't the only one. So many things about the story and characters were unrealistic and nothing added up.
The characters alternated between being completely flat and one dimensional to being over the top stereotypes.
The writing was flat. Not bad. Just flat. Cozy mysteries usually have something cute or quirky that really draws you in and keeps you reading.
This had none of that. It was like the author was trying too hard to get so many elements of a cozy mystery into the book that people would like (books, coffee, cats, a hint of romance) that the actual story telling and character development fell to the wayside.
Sadly this was a DNF book for me. I got about midway through and could not take anymore.
Bookstore café owner Krissy Hancock would rather spend Halloween serving pumpkin goodies than wearing costumes with Pine Hills’ wealthiest at Yarborough mansion, especially when the soiree shapes up to be more trick than treat . . .
As if a run-in with an old flame and a failed marriage proposal weren’t enough to horrify Krissy for one night, a woman is found strangled to death in a room filled with ominous jack-o’-lanterns. All signs suggest a crime of passion—but when the hostess’s jewelry disappears, malevolent intentions seem way more likely . . .
With the estate on lockdown and a killer roaming the halls, Krissy must help Officer Paul Dalton investigate each nook, cranny, and guest for answers—while also confronting a few demons of her own. Someone has lots of skeletons in the closet, and Krissy better tread lightly to expose them . . .