Meet Josie Tucker. Food is her life, from her mother’s old restaurant to her newspaper column on restaurants and kitchens. She can soothe any problem with food or drink. Missed bus? Mango-orange smoothie. Mild doldrums? A piece of peppered beef jerky. But lately, she can’t even stand the smell of a watery cup of broth. Being at the mercy of an indignant and vengeful digestive system is no cup of tea.
What happens when she gets roped into being the last-minute bridesmaid at a society wedding? The bride’s mother tries to kill her with kindness. Too bad for the bride, Josie isn’t the only victim.
The Bride Wore Dead won a BRAG Medallion this year (2015). It recently was ranked in these categories on Amazon.com:
#1 in Women Sleuths
#1 in Culinary Mysteries
#1 in General Humor
#43 in the Kindle free store
It has 57 reviews on Amazon.com with an average of 4.7 stars.
“For the love of all that’s holy…” Josie’s cussing started out pious, but turned blasphemous in the next breath. In the full-length mirror on her bedroom door, her reflection cursed back. Her bridesmaid's dress was a travesty of teal satin with lavender trim, in cascades of foamy fabric from waist to floor.
She did a half turn and shivered in disgust, trying to smooth down the fluff, to reduce thefrou-frou to a single frou. Her hands, with fingernails bitten down to their quicks, scraped the fabric.
“Yeah, I’ll be wearing this again real soon.” That line was what weary, psychotic-with-stress brides fed their bridesmaids—that they would totally be able to wear these budget-busting monstrosities again. Riiiight.
Strapless with a tight bodice, the dress’s teal color had just enough green to bring out the yellow in Josie’s skin. She hated looking sallow. Even worse, below the waist, tiers of stiffened teal cascaded in an Olivia Newton John nightmare. Like that old movie Xanadu, when roller skating was en vogue and moderation wasn’t. All Josie needed was a pair of white roller skates, a sequined headband, and strawberry-flavored lip gloss.
Wear the dress again? “Fat chance,” she told the mirror.
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Author review: Such a joy to work with Alma. I hope she will do other books for me, too. |
