Author : Janet Evanovich and Charlotte Hughes
Publisher : St. Martin’s Paperbacks
Published Date : April 5, 2005
Pages : 344
The Story :
Annie Fortenberry’s bed and breakfast business with a bordello-inspired house is starting to be quite profitable. That is, until a hired hand uncovers the buried remains of her husband, whose disappearance led everyone to believe that Annie was abandoned for another woman. Annie’s life suddenly turns upside down as she becomes a murder suspect and a media curiosity. Now, not only does Annie have to face charges, but she has to juggle preparations for an important hush-hush wedding, the day-to-day business management of her little B&B, frustrations with a demented cat, and (heavens!) a poltergeist as well, and all while trying to guard her heart from ruggedly handsome Wes Bridges who unrelentingly tries to solve the mystery.
The Review :
The story can’t get any crazier than this. Seems like two authors for one book certainly spoiled the broth. The novel is a tacky mix of genres — murder mystery, paranormal, romance, and comedy —all expressed in chick-lit writing style. Throw in some annoying air-headed characters like a psychic named Destiny (even the name’s so laughably cheesy); Theenie, a cowardly prude; and a senile vet named Doc (to name a few) and you come up with a weirdly concocted brew of a story which I had to swallow to its contemptible end.
There is a permeating air of nonchalance in this book, even in its supposed serious points. The surprise readers get on the “whodunit” issue is just irritatingly incredulous and the motivation for murder, downright stupid. I mean, c’mon….
It is no wonder this book was on sale with a 50% markdown. Serves me right for picking this up on the merits of its price tag. But I just wanted to try a Janet Evanovich novel.
My almost uncanny luck for picking up good books has been broken by this mistake. A complete waste of time and immediately forgettable, this book is absolutely one for those garage sales.
My Mark : Trash. Don’t bother.