Honeymoon with Murder (Death on Demand Series #4)

Honeymoon with Murder (Death on Demand Series #4)

by Carolyn G. Hart

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In sickness and in health . . . 

Mystery bookstore owner Annie Laurance and detective Max Darling are finally tying the knot, but a bizarre sequence of events might unravel this blissful marriage before it begins. With the ceremony completed and the champagne goblets emptied, Max sweeps Annie into his arms for an amorous moment . . . when the phone rings and a woman on the other end of the line screams bloody murder!

The newlyweds rush to the scene of the crime, only to discover that Ingrid Jones, Annie's bookstore assistant, has vanished, leaving the body of a neighborhood Peeping Tom on her living room rug. As the community of Broward's Rock, including a dotty New Age psychic and Annie's meddling new mother-in-law, mobilizes to find the missing woman, the cold corpse puts the honeymoon plans on the shelf . . . and Annie's love of investigation threatens to bring the big chill to Max's hungry heart.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307574732
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/04/2010
Series: Death on Demand Series , #4
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 151,528
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

An accomplished master of mystery, Carolyn Hart is the New York Times bestselling author of more than fifty-five novels of mystery and suspense including the Bailey Ruth Ghost Novels and the Death on Demand Mysteries. Her books have won multiple Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity awards. She has also been honored with the Amelia Award for significant contributions to the traditional mystery from Malice Domestic and was named a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America. One of the founders of Sisters in Crime, Hart lives in Oklahoma City, where she enjoys mysteries, walking in the park, and cats. She and her husband, Phil, serve as staff—cat owners will understand—to brother and sister brown tabbies.

Read an Excerpt

Just before dawn
Wednesday, September 16
Jesse Penrick didn’t miss much on his solitary nocturnal rambles. Lights at an odd hour. A visitor never before seen. An unfamiliar car.
It was the car that attracted him in the ghostly hour just before dawn. The car and the window lighted at such an unusually for this cabin, early hour. Jesse sidled between the oleander and the exterior wall to peer through the smudged window. He liked looking in from the darkness, unseen, unfelt. He liked to slip inside unlatched doors, too, when occupants were absent. He liked finding out about people.
Knowing funny little facts could pay off Sometimes the payoff was slipping in the needle, the muttered comment that brought a flash of fear or fury to an unwary face.
Jesse Penrick liked finding out about people. But he didn’t like people.
His watery, nearsighted eyes strained to see as much as possible. The wooden shutters were closed, but a broken slat afforded him a narrow field of vision, the portion of the living room that held a couple of wicker chairs and a wooden chest. As he watched, the occupant of the room came into view, carrying an awkward, lumpy bundle. The bearer dumped the load on the floor beside the wooden chest, then lifted the lid.
But Jesse’s gaze was riveted on the floor and the red-and-blue quilt—just like one his grandmothere’d made—that gaped open to reveal its contents.
Jesse could have called the police.
It would have been exciting. Lights flashing. Sirens. Maybe even yellow tape like he saw sometimes in TV crime scenes. And Jesse could be a hero, interviewed on Channel 10. Hot stuff.
Instead, he waited, his gnarled hands gripping the window frame. In only a few minutes, the room was empty and dark, the bundle stuffed into the chest, the lights turned off, the car departed in a swirl of dust.
Jesse looked once over his shoulder, then trotted to the back of the cabin and the kitchen door he had learned to shake until the bolt slipped. He tiptoed inside. He had a little pocket flash which he aimed down at the opened chest. He tugged on the quilt. His impersonal blue eyes surveyed the interior thoughtfully, then he gave a satisfied nod. Without a qualm, he reached down and pulled. In a moment, he stared at the soft gleam of gold against his palm. That would prove he’d been here, all right.
He tucked the covering in place, closed the lid, then slid out of the house as silently as he’d come. Be interesting to see what happened next. And it would happen pretty quick, as hot as it was. He didn’t have to be in any hurry. But, when the time was right, he’d make a little phone call. Be a hell of a shock. His thin mouth stretched in a wolfish grin.
Thursday evening,
September 17
Lucinda Burrows darted through the crowd, her brown alligator heels clicking excitedly against the concrete.
She’d done just as instructed, and the whole operation had gone without a hitch.
She was good at this.
Soon there would be more to do. Her green eyes glowed with excitement. She caught a glimpse of herself in plate glass and was pleased. She still looked young—and tonight she felt so young. To think this fabulous week had begun with a chance conversation at her favorite bookstore. After all the years of reading about adventure, adventure had come to her. She’d never thought it could happen!
She paused once, a little daunted now, because the crowds had thinned, and she was at the far end of the long drive that led to the highway. Then lights blinked twice in the darkness beneath a line of loblolly pines.
She took a tighter grip on her overnight bag and broke into an eager trot, stumbling a little in her eagerness, careening like a moth toward extinction.
Thursday night,
September 17
The perfect crime.
Who said it couldn’t be done?
The solitary drinker raised the champagne glass in silent toast.
To crime.
It was then—and did some dark gods in a shadowy corner of the universe clasp their sides and shake with mirth?—that the phone began to ring.

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Honeymoon with Murder (Death on Demand Series #4) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
krissa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This one was great. I love all the references the author packs into each novel. It shows the author is a huge fan of a wide variety of mystery novels herself. I was a little put off when I realized that the wedding was going to take place in the book (as opposed to in between them), but the author pulled it off well. The wedding took place in the beginning of the book, and really didn't have anything to do with the mystery, but was nicely worked in. I can't imagine wanting to do anything less on my honeymoon, but with Annie, I can't imagine anything more appropriate. I love that Max always has Annie¿s back, and pitches in to help in his own way. I like that Henny jumps in and takes over the investigation, without taking over the story, by doing her own thing, and popping up on occasion as different novel sleuths. This novel was one that was 'solvable', by following clues and paying attention. And you know I love that type of book. Annie does get away with a lot, by justifying it as solving a mystery. And she takes risks that I don't think anyone would really take, at least by themselves. (Why couldn¿t she take her new cute hubby along with her?) But all in all a pleasurable read, and a good way to spend the Christmas holidays. :)
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Nothing at this time. But I am sure it will be as good as the others I have read in the series. Though I haven't read this particular book I find that it is for the person who enjoys a light mystery. I find Carolyn Hart's writing very easy and enjoyable to read.